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sukuna’s final girl

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content/tags, mdni!: masked stranger!sukuna x reader, mentions of alcohol (reader is drunk but sober enough to consent) predator/prey chase, reader is a little bratty, choking, dacryphilia, implied marathon sex, daddy kink, use of baby/little girl/dollface/slut for reader, unprotected (don’t be silly, wrap ur willy!), squirting, sukuna is a stem major ⁉️, strangers to lovers to …?

a/n: sorry for taking 50 years to write something, it’s the end of the semester and i’m fighting for my life. i’m also way late for kinktober but… happy thanksgiving? happy reading folks! also idk how my headers/layout will look on different devices. im just here to write porn

word count: 3.9k

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you wandered aimlessly around the living room of some shitty house party, trying and failing to find the friends you arrived with. the flashing lights were too bright and the cheap halloween decorations had been pulled off the walls by some rowdy partygoers. all you could think about was how whorishly short your skirt was and how badly you needed to wash off your makeup; your pregame shots had worn off, and you were getting more annoyed every minute.

after half an hour of searching, you decided to cut your losses and try to salvage the rest of your night. you made your way to the makeshift bar in the kitchen, serving yourself a lukewarm cup of the jungle juice that would no doubt taste like gasoline and a 1.4 gpa. it stung as it slid down your throat, but the warmth spreading through your chest made it bearable. a few gulps later, you were sufficiently wasted and decided to make your way to the dancefloor.

a few songs played as you let the crowd and vodka move your body, not caring how stupid you may have looked in your runny makeup or tiny costume. your eyes slipped closed and your hips swayed until you bumped into the broad chest of a mystery man. in shock, your eyes shot open as you stumbled over your feet, nearly falling until the stranger caught you by the waist. as you looked up to thank him and apologize for being such a clumsy mess, your eyes met a mask. it was made of red, metallic plastic molded into the shape of the devil’s face - complete with a nasty smile and curling crimson horns.

the stranger held you for a moment before helping you back onto your feet, but your eyes remain fixed on the parts of him that weren’t covered by a costume. he was wearing a plain outfit- black jeans and a skin-tight black tank top. there were thick banded tattoos curling around the muscles of his shoulders and arms, emphasizing his muscular form. as you found your footing once more, your eyes shifted back to his “face”. regardless of what could be hiding behind his cheap-ass mask, you knew you’d be willing to risk it all for this man. something about him felt… right. he remained still as you sucked in a breath and thanked the lord for liquid courage.

“wanna play a game?” you ask, twirling your hair around your finger. despite your boldness, you knew that it was a wild proposal. he hadn’t spoken a word to you yet and you were already making a move. was it dangerous? yes, very much so. but was it exhilarating? also yes. your common sense was overpowered by desire; a long-time fantasy of yours was to be chased through the woods and hunted down by a masked stranger, and the man before you fit the bill perfectly. just as you were about to turn on your heels and abandon the whole thing, he laughed. his shoulders shook, and the way they flexed deliciously under his tattoos made you stay put.

his large arms fold over his chest as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. he looms over you and his loud cologne floods your nostrils, blocking out the sharp scent of cheap vodka that had been assaulting your senses since you walked in the door. your heart began to race as the gravity of the situation set in.

his head cocks to the side. “what sort of game?” he asked playfully. you could hear the smile in his voice. for a moment you reconsidered your plan to engage in some halloween fun with a stranger, but college is the time to make mistakes, right? you smirked and shrugged as he leaned in closer, taking a step towards you. as you tried to back away slightly, you realized that escaping was futile - you found yourself backed into a literal corner as the cold sensation of cinderblocks ran down your spine.

minutes later, you found yourself running through the woods surrounding the house where you met this stranger. you had proposed a hunt - he would give you a 5 minute head start, and if he caught you then… well, you hadn’t really planned that far ahead. you were tipsy, lost, and very scantily dressed on halloween night. the fear was paralyzing, but the idea of being caught spurred you on.

after a bit of running, you ducked behind a particularly dense patch of bushes. the sounds of leaves settling, wind rushing, and small animals moving about the forest kept you on edge. you heaved one shaky breath after another, wondering if he had given up on finding you - had you run too far? had you unknowingly agreed to be dinner for a very hungry bear? just as you accepted your fate, a large hand came down and gripped your hair, yanking you up with force. you yelped as your body was lifted off the ground effortlessly by this nameless stranger.

“you can’t outsmart me, little girl,” a voice growled next to your ear. his fingers were still tangled in your hair as he pulled you away from your hiding spot, making you feel more like a body bag than a living human. he then bent you over a fallen tree and the rough sensation of bark digging into your hips and thighs was nothing compared to the bruising grip he now had around your throat.

a pitifully garbled sound left your throat as he pulled you up so that your back was pressed against his warm body. you noted the way his bulge pressed into your lower back. instinctually, you struggled against him, but you knew that he wasn’t planning to let you go anytime soon. your body thrashed as he wrapped his free arm around your waist, lifting you slightly so your toes were barely touching the ground. a laugh echoed through his chest and the vibration sent waves of heat to the space between your legs.

“w-what’re you gonna do to me?” you wheezed, barely louder than the whispers of the wind. the fear in your head competed with the arousal in your cunt as the hand around your throat slid up to grab you by the jaw. his large hand squished your cheeks together to form a forceful pout, and the feeling of his strong limbs enveloping your body made you wetter than you wanted to admit.

the man leaned in and the smooth plastic of his mask pressed against your face was a reminder that you were truly at his mercy. “anything i want,” he says. “i caught you, so i win, right?”

with mind numbing speed, he let your body fall and you ended up bent over the fallen tree once again. you spread your legs slowly, arching your back to give him a better look at what you could tell he was desperate for. you gnawed on your lip as he undid his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers to let his cock spring free. he took a menacing step towards you and wrapped a hand around the base, using his precum to pump himself slowly.

his movements now seemed agonizingly slow as you watched him jerk himself off and flip your skirt up with his free hand. a spank landed against the fat of your ass causing you to yelp in shock, and another laugh came from behind you.

“a-are you going to sit there and jerk off, or do you plan to fuck me?” you snapped. if he was going to be rough, you might as well give him a good reason to. wordlessly, he lifted his mask, only exposing his mouth enough to spit a fat glob of saliva onto your puckering hole. he used his thumb to spread it further down, swiping it back and forth to mix with the slick of your already drenched core. the sensation made your legs tremble as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“you’re going to wish you didn’t say that,” he said darkly.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

it felt like hours had passed since you had been found, and the party was probably long over, but you were nowhere close to going home. your pussy was swollen and dripping from the number of times he had pounded into you and dumped his cum into your cunt.

he paused for a moment to spin you around, positioning your body so that you were leaning back on the only support you could find. he wrapped his hands under your thighs, leaning you back further so he could slap his cock onto your overstimulated clit. tears fell from your eyes and smeared your makeup as he pushed back in slowly, sighing at the way your hot cunt pulled him back in. even after several rounds, the two of you couldn’t get enough.

his hands maintained a strong grip as he worked his way back up to a punishing speed, pounding into you with reckless abandon. you let your head fall back and jaw drop open like a slut. the expressionless mask he wore stared down at your shaking body as he used you like a toy. filthy squelches filled the quiet forest as you let yourself be disrespected by arguably one of the sexiest people you had never met, despite the fact that you had never seen his face.

your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled him in closer, hungry for more. his hands slid up your body and rested in the dip of your waist. his fingertips dug into your soft skin, securing you in place as he hammered into you; you could only imagine what the bruises would look like the next morning. wanton moans left your lips as you struggled to think straight. “a-ah fuck, you feel sooo fuckin’ good, baby” you slurred. “so deep inside m-me!~”

“yeah? you like the way i fuck you like a slut?” he growled into your ear as the tip of his cock tapped your g-spot deliciously. his voice was muffled by the plastic of his mask, but you could hear the lust in the way he spoke. “what else do you want from me, hm? use your words, dollface.”

your throat was sore from the moans he had pulled out of you and the breaths that he had stifled with his hand wrapped around your throat throughout the evening, but you managed to suck in enough air to utter one thing. “w-want you to spit in my mouth, daddy,” you whined. in an attempt to persuade him, you tilted your head up and batted your eyelashes, now clumped together from your tears and runny mascara. your eyes searched for his through the reflective red plastic, but you found nothing.

”aww, poor baby needs a drink,” he said, moving one hand to grip your jaw. his fingers pressed your lips into a tight pout. they were swollen and covered in spit, just enough to catch the moonlight and illuminate your fucked-out expression. you nodded to the best of your ability, your jaw still locked in place as he maintained his firm grip. “don’t worry, i’ll give you what you want.”

your weak hands, previously balled into fists at your sides, reached up towards his face in an attempt to remove his mask. its artificial smile had been mocking you all night, and you were ready to see the man that had been pounding you for the last several hours. despite your best efforts, you failed to reach higher than his neck. he snickered and took one of your wrists to guide your fingers to the chin of his mask, allowing you to remove it yourself.

as the red plastic was lifted up and off of his face, his eyes met yours and it took you a few moments to register exactly who was looking back at you. he seemed to recognize the look of shock and confusion on your face, because he stilled his hips and furrowed his brows. “…am i ugly or something?” he asked.

“n-no it’s just… we know each other,” you stuttered, trying to bring your knees together in embarrassment. he pulled out slowly and allowed you to stand up just enough to pull your skirt down to cover yourself. “sukuna, we have class together like… several times a week. molecular biology, remember?” you ask. his eyes search your face for a hint of familiarity, and it takes a few seconds for him to recognize you.

”oh.. shit. i didn’t recognize you- y-your hair is different, you never wear makeup like that, i swear i didn’t-“ he says hurriedly. you raised your hand to cut him off as you think about what to say next. sukuna wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, so you took it upon yourself to do damage control. the silence in the air hung heavy as you thought about how to handle this. what would your friends say? can you even go back to that class? back to school? should you just drop out, move across the country, and change your name?

“shut the fuck up, okay? let me think,” you snapped. your brain was foggy from the number of times he made you cum, and it was hard to ignore the feeling of his previous loads leaking down your legs. the logical side of your brain told you to end things now, make him swear on his life that he would never tell a soul about tonight, and ignore him forever. the reckless side of your brain was still focused on the way he held you down and bounced your ass back onto his hips, making your eyes roll into your head and drool leak from the corners of your mouth. you rubbed the bridge of your nose as you weighed the options in your head.

“we’ve already come this far, right? i wanna cum one more time… don’t you?” he asked quietly, despite your previous command. “it’s not like i’ll tell anyone… unless you want to. i’ve always thought you were kinda… you know…” he trailed. one of his hands reached out and rested itself on your hip, bringing you back to reality. you hate to admit it, but he had a point.

a deep sigh heaved from your chest. “i guess so, yeah. but just one more, okay? you can’t tell anyone, and-“ before you could continue, he cut you off with a firm kiss to your lips. you protested for a moment, but the way his hot tongue slid into your mouth halted your racing thoughts. sukuna’s large hands roamed your body, his touch softer now, slowly laying you back down onto the fallen tree you had been relying on for support.

his lips moved from your mouth to your temples, then down to your neck. warm kisses trailed down your body as you screwed your eyes shut, trying and failing to forget who was making you shudder in pleasure. his hands rested on your hips as he knelt between your legs lifting your thighs and putting them over his shoulders. his head slipped under your skirt and his warm breath fanned against your cunt, still slick from how wet he left you.

one of your hands tangled itself in his hair, guiding his mouth to your clit. you felt him laugh softly as he slipped two fingers between your folds, running them over your slit. sukuna pressed soft kisses to your clit as you bit your lips to suppress your whines. it was embarrassing how good he was at this.

”hey, don’t quiet yourself now. need ta’ know if i’m doing good for you,” he sighed into your cunt. you sucked in a shaky breath and willed yourself to relax, which came easily as his lips worked your clit faster. as you got wetter, louder and longer whimpers escaped from between your lips. his flattened tongue swiped back and forth, and before you knew it, he was pushing it inside you.

it dipped in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit quickly. he ate you out with a sense of urgency, and the longer he went, the closer you got to cumming down his throat. your thighs trembled as you jerked his head back and forth, helping him tongue-fuck you harder and deeper. it felt so wrong to be using him like this, knowing that you’d have to face him for the rest of the semester, but none of that mattered as he let you use his mouth to make yourself cum one more time.

sukuna quickly swapped his tongue and fingers, now sucking on your clit and pushing his middle and ring finger into your tightening pussy. he curled his fingers, working slowly and then picking up his speed. your grip on his scalp relaxed as you felt yourself reaching the edge, but something was different. a sense of panic washed over you as you recognized the sensation between your legs.

”w-wait hold on i think i have to- fuck- wait!” you pleaded, but he was too caught up in making you feel as good as possible. the way his fingers curled into your g-spot pressed onto your bladder, and with one gentle bite on your clit, you reached the edge. if you were paying attention, you would’ve noticed the way he smiled against your cunt as if he knew what was happening before you did.

”s-sukuna ohhh my god, fuck! i think i’m gonna-“ your rambling was cut off as a scream was ripped from your throat. as if he predicted the future, he pulled his face away but kept his fingers pumping inside you as you squirted down his face. it came out in spurts as your hips bucked, the clear liquid spraying out and into his open mouth. as you came down from your high, his fingers slowed to a stop and you looked down at the way his half lidded eyes focused on your cunt. your cheeks burned red hot as he stood up and wiped his chin with the back of his hand as if he just had the best meal of his life. from his perspective, he did.

your body shuddered from exhaustion but he positioned himself between your legs, pulling his hardened cock out of his pants. “if you don’t want this just say so, but i’m desperate for you baby. can i fuck you? please?” he whined. he tapped his swollen tip against your thigh, smearing a bit of precum onto your skin. a shaky breath escaped his lips as he swiped himself over your slit.

you nodded, ready for more but still weak from your most recent orgasm. “take it slow, okay? you fucked me up a little bit,” you laughed softly, barely able to lift your head high enough to look at him. the lower half of his face was still coated in your juices but his shit eating grin made you feel a little bit less guilty about drowning him in your pussy. it was his doing though, so could he be that mad at you?

one of sukuna’s large hands rested on your thigh, holding your legs apart, and the other was wrapped around his base to guide himself into you. soft, wet squelches filled the cold forest as he pushed deeper into your core. his eyes were focused on the dripping slick between your thighs and once he bottomed out, a deep sigh rolled through his body.

his dark eyes met yours as he began thrusting slowly, and his previously sinister energy had been replaced by something softer. his deep strokes were almost… romantic. “h-how are you doing?” he whispered. his hand found your cheek, brushing away a strand of hair that was stuck to your face. “you look beautiful.”

”f-feels good- mmmphh- so deep inside me,” you responded. his thick shaft stretched you deliciously with every thrust, and your fingers made their way to your clit, rubbing gentle circles. sweat-soaked strands of his hair hung in front of his forehead as he looked down at where your bodies met, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again. the poor boy was pussydrunk and he didn’t even know it.

one of your hands settled on his forearm, holding him for support. your other hand slipped up your stomach and under your shirt to push it up. his eyes flicked away from your gushing cunt as you revealed your breasts, now bouncing with every thrust of his hips.

“n-need my mouth on you,” he said, barely finishing his sentence before he bent down to take one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. the cold air had kept them hard all night, and the way his hot tongue felt swirling around that sensitive spot made you tremble.

your shaking and squirming only seemed to spur him on. he then angled his hips upwards so his tip would be mashing into your g-spot repeatedly. deep groans left his mouth but went straight to your chest - he was stuck between your tits and had no intention of leaving.

his whines became higher pitched, and you could feel his hips start to stutter. “gonna come for me, ‘kuna? gonna fill me up again?” you cooed. the hand on his arm slipped into his hair, slicking it back messily. he shifted his eyes to meet yours and nodded quickly.

”need it, need you so bad, baby, gonna c-cum,” he whispered against your skin. his warm breath danced across your chest and made you arch up into him, your bodies meeting in the middle. the chilled air and heavy lust had you pressed so close against him that you could almost feel the beat of his heart trying to match yours.

your fingers tightened, pulling on his hair slightly harder. this small sign of desperation is what pushed him over the edge. all at once, his balls tensed and his strokes slowed as he reached his high. soft moans punctuated each thrust every time his sensitive tip hit the back wall of your pussy.

“oh ‘kuna, f-fuck,” you sighed. hot, white ropes shot out of his throbbing cock and painted your insides. high pitched whimpers left his throat and were muffled as he buried his head further into your chest. you could feel the way his cock throbbed every time he released more cum. you clenched around him hard, hoping to hold in as much of his warm seed as possible. his hips eventually slowed to a stop and your grip on his scalp loosened.

”w-was that good for you? ‘was good for me,” sukuna breathed out. a dopey smile spread across his features as he pulled out slowly. intently, he watched his cum dribble out of you. his eyes then became focused on yours, waiting for a response.

”yeah, that was pretty good i’d say,” you responded. the air felt sharp against your skin as you fixed yourself up, hoping that the cum running down your leg didn’t look as thick as it felt. after brushing yourself off, sukuna took your hand and led you out of the forest, back towards civilization.

he snickered in reply. “wanna come back to mine? seems like we both need a shower, maybe some food… and we should probably talk.”

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Not yours - Chapter 7

John Marston is a man on the run, but not from the law. Instead he's running from the responsibility of being a father and caring for his family.

After the birth of his son, Jack, he took off for almost a whole year. What was he up to during that time?

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Tags: pre-canon, she/her pronouns, eventual smut, explicit sexual content, sexual tension, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of sex work, alcohol consumption, angst, spoilers for the Epilogue

Opening the door, you're being greeted with someone who most definitely is not the man you were hoping for. All excitement leaves you and is immediately replaced by naked fear. The person standing infront of you has a wide menacing grin, baring his teeth like a wolf eying it's prey.

It's the guy from the saloon. The one you budded heads with in order to aid Eli and the one John threatened right after that. An ice cold shiver runs down your spine and you quickly go to shut the door right into his nose. Unfortunately he already sees that coming and his foot shoots forward to stop the door.

Next thing he does is push it open in one swift energetic motion, nearly sending you tumbling backwards. Instead you stumble a few steps away and stare at him like a deer caught in headlights. He looks delighted, almost amused by your reaction to him.

"Aren't you gonna run your mouth like you did earlier, sweetheart?", he purrs and strolls over to the kitchen counters.

The O'Driscoll looks around your house, taking in every detail and nods to himself.

"Quite a cozy cabin ya got here.", he comments and continues walking.

He's acting all casual like he's merely visiting a friend, meanwhile you're over there close to shitting yourself. As he saunters around the place, you keep your distance and make sure that the table is between the two of you at all times.

Right now he's basically standing next to your bed, right where you keep the shotgun. In your mind, you're coming up with different ways of getting ahold of the weapon before he can stop you. That won't be an easy task, considering it's tugged away under the bed.

You'd have to run over there, bend down, take it out and then aim in a span of a couple seconds. All that is going to give him plenty of time to catch you.

"You know.", he starts, ripping you out of your thoughts. "I don't much like bein' disrespected by folks. Especially not by someone close to one of Van Der Linde's boys."

That last sentence has you furrow your eyebrows in utter confusion. What in the nine hells does he mean by one of the Van Der Linde boys? Of course you know of that gang. They're as notorious as the O'Driscolls, though granted, less violent if one believes the rumors.

But a gang nonetheless and you don't have much sympathy for outlaws. At this point, your brain is doing gymnastics and running a marathon in an attempt to figure out what he's talking about. The Van Der Linde gang isn't even in the area, otherwise the newspapers would have mentioned something.

The O'Driscoll meets your puzzled gaze and momentarily breaks into barking laughter. What he finds so entertaining about all this, is beyond you. But you won't even try to understand what's going on behind this criminal's eyes. If there even is anything coherent going on in there.

"You don't even know who I'm talkin' about, do ya?", he asks, but you can't move a single muscle let alone answer. "I mean that son of a bitch who played your knight in shinin' armor."

Does he mean John? Your thoughts are running wild as you attempt to process anything that's happening right now. Finally you find your voice.

"What will you do to me?", you manage to croak out, not too keen on actually hearing the answer to that.

The man tilts his head to the side in playful curiosity, which makes him appear even less human. Slowly, he walks up to you while you stumble backwards for each step he takes until your backside meets your kitchencounter. Now he's standing right infront of you, only a few inches away.

That sinister grin of his makes your stomach turn upside down and it takes every ounce of strength to not throw up on his shoes. Although he would deserve it and much more, much worse.

"I'm tempted to kill ya after you ran your mouth so much at the saloon.", he tells you, his cruel voice like a dagger. "But the boys and I agreed to take you to our camp."

"Why?"

"Cause you'll be of more value there." He extends his hand to brush a hair strands out of your face and you fight back the urge to bite his fingers clean off. "That Van Der Linde bastard will come runnin' for ya. Runnin' right into our trap."

While his attention is on your face, you subtly reach behind you and feel around for anything that you could use as a weapon. Your fingers touch something cold. Metal. Quickly you wrap them around the handle of the pot and brace yourself for the struggle that will ensue.

With as much heft as you can muster up, you swing that damned pot and hit the side of that fucker's face. The impact shakes your entire arm and you watch with wide eyes how the O'Driscoll slides down to his knees. A pained grunt leave his mouth and you jump over his cowering figure.

In four long strides, you find yourself at the edge of your bed and grab the shotgun. You turn around on your heels and see in horror that the man is up on his feet again. The expression on his ugly face is a furious grimace. Cocked and loaded, you aim the barrel of the gun at him.

One would believe you won the fight. You have the upper hand after all with the weapon. One wrong move on his part and you could blow half his head off. Then why on earth is that son of a bitch grinning like he knows of an inside joke and you don't?

"Oh, darlin'.", he drawls in a cocky tone. "You won't shoot me."

He takes one step, then another. Now he's standing right infront of the shotgun, which slightly rattles in your trembling grasp. Everything within you screams at you to pull the trigger, but something is holding you back. You have never killed a person before and a part of you wants to keep it that way.

Something stirs in the corner of your eyes. The O'Driscoll is reaching for the holstered revolver on his belt. Reflex and instinct take over and you pull the trigger before he could move another muscle. An earpiercing peng cuts through the house and something warm hits your cheeks.

Oh darlin'.

The man slumps down, the large hole in his head leaking uncontrollably. The shotgun slides out of your hands and hits the wooden floor. You follow it shortly after and fall down on your knees, your eyes glued to the dead body. This part of your humble home is coated with bits of what you assume could only be his brain and dark splatters of blood.

You won't shoot me.

The front door is being opened and next thing you know, hands are squeezing your shoulders. They move up to cup your cheeks. The skin on them feels rough and calloused, but the touch is gentle. You meet the gaze of none other than John Marston.

He helps you up and sits you down on one of the chairs. His eyes flicker all around the house, taking in the carnage you have unintentionally created. He doesn't talk, doesn't utter a single word, because he has no idea if that would even help. John isn't good at providing comfort.

On the contrary, he knows that whatever he will say to you, will make the situation most likely worse. He also isn't particularly good at giving physical comfort. A hug might make you feel better, a soft touch to let you know that he's here for you. Though he doubts he'd do well at all. It would be awkward and forced.

So John Marston does what he knows he does well and that is cleaning up the bloody mess for you. In an instant, he's carrying out the still bleeding corpse, but careful to not spread the oozing liquid all over the floor. It's something he's familiar with, something he's used to.

Once that is done, he wets a cloth at the basin and dabs it on your cheeks, wiping the splatters away. The entire time, his face is a stone cold mask, unmoving and unreadable. It's evident in his eyes that the gears inside his head are working on overdrive, but the rest of him seems almost mechanical.

While he removes all evidence of the killing, you can't help but replay the words of the O'Driscoll in your mind over and over again. It's obvious by now that John isn't a simple traveler. There have been so many signs pointing towards it, signs you have been completely ignorant to.

Even after you've confessed to him how your parents died, he had never said anything. You remember the way he looked at you that night. It all makes sense now.

"Who are you really, John?", you ask him, your voice sounding foreign and hollow even in your own ears.

He lowers his gaze, hiding his face under that stupid hat. It fills you with a sudden rage. How dare he hide behind that armor of his?

"I'm a bad man.", he then answers, the words barely a whisper.

"You lied to me." You stand up from your chair, a newfound strength coursing through your veins. "Look at me."

He listens to your command and lifts his head. That pained look on his face makes you want to slap him. He takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you here alone. I should have stayed-"

"You're an outlaw, John.", you interrupt him. "You're robbing, killing people. I don't...I don't even know what to say."

"It ain't like that!", he argues and you scoff.

"Then how is it? How? Explain it to me."

"We're livin' free."

"Oh shut up.", you hiss, each word sounding like you're spitting out venom. "After all this, I find out that you're a murderer! After I've given you- after I-"

Your words get caught up in your throat and you bury your face in both hands.

"You knew how I think about these things and you still- you played me. I should have known!" You pace around the house, his gaze boring into you. "I liked you. I genuinely liked you and for a small moment I thought that you liked me too. That was all fun for you, wasn't it? All of it. All of it was a lie."

"That's what ya think?", he counters and steps closer.

You stop in your tracks and glare daggers at him.

"That's what I know! All this time you just pretended to care. You were probably just scouting out the place to see if anything is worth stealing, weren't you?"

"That ain't the truth!", he argues back frustrated, as if he even has the right to feel that way. "Shit! I ain't good with words."

"Oh, at least that's the truth."

"Will ya just listen to me for one second?", he snaps and reaches out to touch you, but then his hands drop back down to his sides. "I wasn't pretendin'. I still ain't. Yes, I rob folks. Yes, I kill some of 'em too. You're allowed to hate me, but at least let me try to explain. I was a kid when they picked me up from the street."

Damned be his nice voice and damned be those feelings you have for him. With each passing second you feel your anger die down and be replaced by the urge to hold him close. Outlaw or not, you can't help but throw all your principles out of the window when it comes to John.

So you walk him towards the table, pour both of you a glass of Whisky and you listen to him. You listen to him tell you how he was a starving orphan before being taken in by Dutch Van Der Linde. You listen to him explaining how the same man taught him to read and write, raising him like a son.

He tells you about the others too. Hosea, Susan and Arthur. It still feels like there's some stuff he's leaving out, but you don't need to know all the details. You understand his situation a bit better now, feeling less betrayed and hurt. When his tale comes to an end, your hand shoots forward to take his.

For a moment there it seems like he's about to pull away, but then he intertwines his fingers with yours. A gentle smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, your fight from earlier long forgotten.

"So you ain't chasin' me out of town?", he asks, a hesitant chuckle leaving his lips.

"Not yet.", you joke and watch the rest of the tension in his shoulders leave.

This is the most open he has ever been with you. It's a sad thing, what had happened to him and it makes you even more grateful for the fact that you had a whole community to back you up after your own parents had passed away. If John would have had something similar back then, then maybe he wouldn't have so much blood on his hands now.

"It's pretty late now.", he comments, ripping you out of your thoughts.

"Why don't you stay here?", you ask, the question spilling out of you before you could even attempt to process them in your mind.

"I didn't plan on leavin' ya alone anyways."

"And what if I had thrown you out?"

"I'd have slept on your porch then."

"Why doesn't that surprise me one bit?", you mumble with a shake of your head as you take away the two whisky glasses.

John stretches his legs out infront of him as he makes himself more comfortable on the chair.

"I can prepare something proper for you. You don't have to stay in the chair.", you quickly offer, but he casually waves it off.

"Nah, don't bother yourself with that. I'm fine just where I am."

"Sure?"

"As sure as can be."

He then tips his head down to cover his face almost entirely while you blow out the few lit candles. It doesn't take long for the exhaustion to wash over you after you lay down in your bed.

---

A sharp knocking from the door jolts you awake and you jump out of bed. John isn't sitting at the table anymore and you assume that he probably went out to relief himself. Then why is he knocking and not simply walking back in?

Hesitantly you tiptoe towards the door. He most likely doesn't want to scare you and make you think that someone is breaking in. Yes, that must be it. He's just announcing himself. Though when you open the door you're not being greeted by the familiar face of John.

Instead, a nightmare is standing in the doorway and a choked back cry tears from your throat. Before you towers the O'Driscoll, but with half of his face missing. His jaw hangs slack and is being held up by a few strings that used to be his cheeks. The sight is almost sending your dinner back up.

You stumble backwards and trip over your own feet, causing you to come crashing down harshly on your butt. Accidentally you bite your tongue during the rough collision and the taste of iron floods your mouth. The disfigured man takes a wobbly step towards you, as if he's struggling to keep his balance.

Blood is gushing out of his head and dripping down onto the floor that John had scrubbed clean after getting rid of the body. Quickly you crawl towards your bed and reach underneath it. Naked fear grips you when you can't feel the shotgun. With widened eyes you scan your surroundings, but can't spot the weapon anywhere.

What the fuck is a shotgun going to do anyways?

In the meantime, the O'Driscoll who somehow got raised from the dead, is slowly but surely approaching. He extends his arms, reaching out for you and grabbing you by the collar of your blouse. Sheer panic washes over you and you find yourself unable to lift a single fingers as he pulls you back up to your feet.

A gurgling noise is coming from his throat, as if he's attempting to say something, but nothing coherent is coming out. How would it? Next thing you know, he's dragging you out of the house and into the cold night. Tears well up in your eyes and you scream your lungs out.

---

A pair of hands grab you by your arms and you force your eyes to open. Your screaming immediately seizes at the sight of John, who's staring at you with a terrified expression. That is when you realize that you've just been dreaming and all tension leaves your body.

He's sitting on the edge of your bed and you let your head fall onto his shoulder. John's fingers trace circles over your back in an attempt to soothe you. It's a nice gesture, if a bit awkward.

"You're alright.", he murmurs close to your ear and you let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry. I must have scared you.", you say, your voice being muffled by his shirt.

"You sure as shit did.", he breathes out with a dry chuckle. "Was is a bad dream?"

You hum in confirmation and he instinctively pulls you close. It's a new sensation, having him hold you like this, but it's also very much welcome. It's what you need right now. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and he let's go of you, much to your own dismay.

As he stands up from the bed, your hand goes to grab his wrist and he stops dead in his tracks. The look you give him is a silent plea and you might not see it, but it has his heart clench up in his chest.

"Stay."

That's all he really needs to hear. Without hesitation he lowers himself back onto the mattress and you scooch over to make some room for him. The wood creaks under the added weight and you make yourself comfortable against his side. He quickly kicks off his boots, that are falling down with a thump, before wrapping both arms around you.

His chest rises and falls in a slow and calming motion and you listen to the beat of his heart. The new presence and added warmth in your bed is making you relax faster than you thought it would. Though you fight to stay awake. Partly out of fear to go through another horrible nightmare and partly to relish in the feeling of having him next to you like this.

"Thank you.", you whisper into the darkness.

"Don't."

"Why?"

"I don't deserve your thanks."

"You do, John." Slowly, you drift off to sleep. "You do."

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Mr. (Ant) Tenna's TV Talkshow!

Crossposted from Ao3! You can also read it here!!

Word Count: 4,109

Characters: Tenna, The Knight, Minor Shadow Guy and Pippin's cameo, Mentioned Kris, Mentioned Toriel, mentioned Spamton G. Spamton

Additional tags: Attempt at Humor, Emotional Hurt (and some physical, but it's mild, dw), Bittersweet Ending, Body Horror, (mild tho its mainly the knights eye), No Betaread, Unconventional Format (for the knights dialogue), Hurt No Comfort, Sign Language

a/n: everyone aside from the knight and Tenna aren't tagged here, cuz their roles are so minor/they're only mentioned

Summary: Tenna's talk show segment doesn't get that much attention. But tonight's a special night! And he was going to make it an episode worth remembering! However, when an unexpected guest drops by, his focus changes.

What will they talk about, I wonder?

There’s a pep in his step, a grin on his screen as Tenna weaves through the bustling crew towards the stage. His talk show segment didn't get much attention, but tonight? Oh, tonight’s special. His news section would be better suited, but it would be brief; views will drop more quickly as he delivers that fast, expected punchline.

But his talk show? Well, with his devilish looks, he can drag it out for a while.

“Mr. Tenna! Mr. Tenna!” Someone calls for him as he looks down. A pippin's ran at a neck-breaking pace to keep up with his strides.

“You’re on in two, on in two!” She huffed.

“Loud and clear!” He gives his award-winning smile, ducking below a swinging light. “Paint me a picture, friend; how’s it looking out there?” He asked, surely there would be more darkners here today.

“Place is packed, sir!” She scrambled to keep up. “Access audience members are looking through da’ windows. They wanna know how ya’ gonna convey today’s story!”

Tenna gasps. “Full house!?” He grins widely. Oh, this was more than he wanted. What a treat! “By golly, then we’ll give them the talk of a lifetime!”

Better than the lifetime, he’ll make this episode the talk of the century! Of course, he can’t have that if he doesn’t know the status of everything. 

“How are the lights?”

“Prepped n’ positioned!”

“Sounds clear?”

“Crystal!”

“The furniture! Tell me the furniture’s ready?!”

“Cleaned and dusted, sir! Da’ table too! Not a speck on 'em!”

“Then we’re good to go!” He can see the stage now, just a few steps away. The lights are warm, and two crisp red chairs stood in the center, with a table between them. The crowd's chatter has his fans whirling. How exciting! 

The audience has been waiting long enough; let’s get this show started. 

He looks down at the Peppins, adjusting his tie. “Tell Mike to play the VHS.”

“Yes, sir!” She salutes, already running back, yelling for Mike's cue.

The lights dim, and the audience cheers as his intro plays. Because—

It's now time for our feature presentation. 

Feacher!

Tenna steps forward, because he’s—

—coming straight from your house.

Yes! He’s—

—coming straight from your house!

(Coming!)

He’s the one!

(Coming!)

That’ll make history!

The king of—

Another crew member scurried onstage, mic in hand, and looked as if they'd run a marathon. Tenna bends down, smile already fixed because—

He’s groovy! 

And never glooby!

He softly thanked his dedicated employee. What would he do without them?

You can’t get this from an egg!

Gunshots sound, the audience roars.

Tenna stands tall, checking for dust on his suit. There’s always dust. No matter, the light will hide it. Because— 

—he’s the sensation of your screen!

The show that makes you scream!

His voice box winds up.

“Say it with him folks!” He belts, and cheers erupted. They’re loud, the loudest he's ever had. 

Oh, it’s a dream, it’s a dream to be on—

“Mr. (Ant) Tenna’s TV Timeeeeeee!”

The outro plays, and the lights fade in. The crowd, who harmonized with him, goes wild. They’re screaming, they’re clapping—oh, they love it, they love it! 

“By golly, that’s music to my speakers, MUSIC!” He praises the audience, and he means it. “I can hear some rising stars in the room already.” He makes a dramatic scan of the crowd, and they squeal. Flattered by his sweet talk. Good. That's exactly what he needs. Butter them up, and they’ll be hooked the whole time. “You!” he points towards the back. “Shadow Guy with the green ribbon, I heard that C6!” 

The darkner points to himself. Who, him?

“Yes, you, my dear! Marvelous range! Riveting!” Tenna turns to the crowd. “Can we give him a round of applause?” He cups the side of his head, hearing the thundering claps, the hoots, and the hollers. “You’ll be in the top charts someday, pal! Why, I bet we’ll see that mogging jaw everywhere in a few months!”

The darkner giggles, waving a dismissive hand. Oh, stop it, Tenna’s gonna make him blush!

“No harm in speaking one’s mind, my friend!” And it’s true, honesty is the best policy! Who cares if you exaggerate just a little? “Now, ladies and germs, we have much to discuss, you wanna know why?”

The crowd echoes. Why indeed?

“Well, we’ll get to that! Right here, right NOW on Mr. (Ant) Tenna’s…”

Cue Drumroll!

“TV Talkshow!” The logo drops down from above, and the audience gives astounding applause; they're so excited. Tenna’s so excited! “Now get comfy, chew that popcorn softly, and just relax.” He falls backwards, right into his chair. Sinking into the plush cushions. He ignored how he barely fits in it. It seems they got the measurements wrong. Again.

Ugh. No use dwelling on it now. 

“Let’s talk about what’s happened today!” He hums, crossing his legs as there’s a sprinkle of cheers in between the crowd. They settled quickly, and now, all eyes were on him. 

His time to shine.

“Now, enough about me. How’s everyone’s day been?” He points the microphone at the audience. A mix of answers comes through, layering over each other, all positive. “Fantastic, lovely for you all to make it!” Tenna leaned forward. “My day? Sorry, you gotta pay a premium for that scoop!” 

Cue laughter. 

Someone calls from the crowd that they’ll pay for it, and the audience erupts.

Tenna exaggerates a gasp. “You will? Oh, what a doll you are!” His screen flickers to empty text boxes, the cursor flashing in and out as it waits. “I just need your name, the numbers, and the date on your credit card! Oh, and don't forget the three on the back!” Chuckles turned into laughs at the display, and that eager darkner began to say them—?! “WHOA THERE—! Let's not get ahead of ourselves!” The crowd loses it! Tenna held back a nervous chuckle, tugging on his shirt collar. Who in their right mind gives their credit card info to a stranger?! “I’m flattered, but safety comes first! Wouldn't want that leaking here now, would it?” 

The audience agrees.

“Good, good. Now then!” Tenna leans back in his chair. “I'm sure you’ve heard the rumors by now?” They have! And they cheer. Oh, they cheer—there’s a distant crash backstage. Tenna froze.

It didn't seem like the audience heard. 

Phew.

“That’s right, ladies and germs, the Lightners—” Another crash, louder, muffled voices are scrambling. Tenna’s grip tightened around his microphone.

“Yes, THE Lighters are here right NOW in our dark world!” Gasps rang out. How can this be?! “I have a theory, folks! But it’s just a theory—!” 

Something big and heavy dropped backstage. It resonated through the entire set like a bolt of lightning. Tenna nearly jumped from his seat, his screen turning black. 

Silence for a moment, then two.

If his crew didn't get whatever's happening back there sorted, Tenna’s gonna march in there himself. Another beat, his screen was back, along with his smile.

“Well, SOMEONE sounds like they're stuck between a couch and a hard place!”

The silence was broken; the laughter’s back. Tenna quickly wiped the pixelated sweat off his screen. He really hoped there wasn’t a workplace accident. 

“Anywho, the Lighteners! Yes, the BELOVED lighteners!” Back on track. “I’m happy to announce—” 

The voices backstage are louder—

“—that they will be—”

Frantic, closer. Why are they closer?

“—the NEWEST contestant on today’s—”

A scream rang out, and Tenna couldn’t ignore it anymore; that bubbling annoyance he tried to keep under wraps snapped. He whipped his head to the left, the scowl on his face. 

“WHAT IS GOING ON OVER—”  

He froze, the rest of his words forgotten.

The world seemed to fade away, becoming fuzzy.

Static.

His circuits lit up, sending jolts—signals, a—thousand light speed commands every nanosecond that were telling him to run—to go.

It took everything in him not to run off stage. It would cause panic; it would plummet ratings! 

So, all he could do was sit there. 

And hold the Roaring Knight’s gaze. 

They’re just out of view from the center stage. A handful of crew members stood behind them, shaking, petrified. The Knight dwarfed them all in size. Tenna couldn't see the details of their form. Only that shifting outline made it look like they had horrible burn-in.  Just like the legends, they truly were nothing. An endless abyss. Tenna forced his smile back. 

“S-Sorry p-pal pal! I think you’re in the wrong p-p—--place.” He cringed at his screen, stuttering and freezing, why now?

They stared at Tenna, he couldn't read their expression, what they were thinking—planning. He swallowed as the Knights—not even head— as their eye moved to the side. It had to be an eye, right?

“Fountains past the gre——enroom, you know how to get there I'm sure!” That pep in his voice was back, but his words wavered. Of Course the Knight knew how to get there, they made it—

But they didn't make it, Kris did. Why did Kris…

The silence was heavy. What else could Tenna do, call security? And what then, watch them become TV dinner?!  The Knight moved—no, floated towards the stage.

Towards him.

Tenna scrambled from his chair, dropping his microphone in the process. The horrid ring of it hitting the floor made him yelp. Why was it so loud? His fans are working overtime to the point he looks like he’s breathing. He didn't know he could do that.  Ha, an old CRTV can learn new tricks. He thought, stupidly, that he’d get a better look at them under the lights, but he was wrong. Any ounce of luminance was sucked into that endless black. Gasps rang from the crowd, high and scared— they’re scared. 

But they didn't scream.

They didn't run.

They stayed.

They stayed.

By the stars, they want to know what happens next. Tenna looked back at his crew. One moved their hand sideways over her neck—to call for Mike, to cut the show short, and get out of there! Get the hell out of there! To just cut the feed, CUT IT!

Cut it?

With material like this?

Tenna looks back at the Knight. They're getting closer—he only had a few seconds before the distance closed. So, he steeled himself, clenched his fists, and smiled—the biggest and brightest one he could muster—and turned to the audience.

“Ladies and germs, I apologize.” Tenna’s tone feigned remorse. “I can't BELIEVE I’ve forgotten about our special guest!” He ignored the wide-eyed stares from the crowd and turned back to the Knight. They've stopped moving. Good, good, excellent. Tenna puffed up his chest and closed the distance between them. “A pleasure to meet you, Mx. Knight!” He bowed, taking their hand to shake. He nearly short-circuited from how cold they were. Why were they so cold? He can feel his wires freezing. 

Draining him. 

“Can I call you Knight, Knighty? Or would another name suit you better?” Tenna repressed a shiver, but he squeezed their hand, refusing to let go. It felt like needles poking at their metal. “I’m sorry we couldn't get that sorted out; I'm just DELIGHTED to have you on the show!” 

The Knight looked down at the hand Tenna still held onto. Finally, he felt it was appropriate to let go. His glove stuck to their skin—just for a moment—before it peeled off. He glanced at the fabric, seeing frost clinging to the velvet.

“Come now—Sit, SIT!” Tenna walked back to his seat, picking his microphone back up. “We have so much to talk about.” He sits down.“Just a shame you didn’t follow the dress code.” He gestured to the Knight's cut-out silhouette. “We have a standard, after all!” The crowd chuckled nervously, but they’re there! Good, they’re loosening up. Looking backstage, his crew stared at him slack-jawed. Was he really going through this? Inviting the Knight on his talk show to boost the ratings?!

Yes, yes he was. Tenna winked, well, tried to. He needs this.

The Knight was still in place, hand still extended from when Tenna shook them. Slowly, they turned it over, they lifted it as they summoned their sword— oh that's not good, that's not good. The audience sucked in a breath as Tenna’s body went rigid. Why, why?!  He was polite, shook their hand, gave a warm welcome, was that not enough, he—watched as the object shifted. It warped and bent in angles he couldn't quite comprehend. Darkness folded into darkness again and again until it—It—It resembled a bowtie.

It is a bowtie.

Wordlessly, the Knight worked the fabric past their horns and over their head. Giving a small patdown as it rested where Tenna assumed their neck would be. Tenna can’t see it, though; it just blended with the rest of their body. Huh. Well then! 

He couldn't help but smile, a real one. Out of everyone, he didn't expect the Knight to follow his non-existent dress code. Maybe this can work.

“Looking sharper than usual!” He quipped.

Cue (nervous) laughter.

The knight looked—if Tenna wasn’t imagining it, pleased. They floated down to the second empty seat, across from him. Settling down, they stretched out their arms and folded them behind their head, kicking their feet up on the small table. 

“Comfy?” He asked.

Silence.

“Great!” Any other time, he would’ve chastise the way they sat. Feet stay off the table. He always did it with Asriel, even if he couldn’t hear Tenna. But he had a feeling the Knight wouldn’t like that. 

Just a hunch.

“Now, Mx. Knight—“

They put a hand up, and Tenna bit back the rest of his words, holding his microphone close. He waited for them to speak. He thought they were, but he watched curiously as the knight brought their hands together: their right pinky tapped the open palm of their right hand, before turning up. Both hands curled into a thumbs-up on their right side, one above the other. Their left hand opened up straight across, and their right pointer and middle finger went between them.

‘ J U S T  K N I G H T ’ They signed.

They signed.

ASL if Tenna’s being specific.

Being called the “Roaring Knight”,  having them use sign language didn’t cross Tenna’s mind. They aren't deaf, if his previous interaction was enough proof. But who is he to theorize on their lack of speech? Besides, it’s rude and none of his business! He can understand them, and that’s what matters. TV has had sign language interpretation since forever! 

Oh, right, he's still on air.

No worries, he’ll be the translator; he's done it before. He would be a bad host if he couldn't interact with all of his fans.

“Just Knight? Got it, Lovely name! Now, tell me about yourself, and we know about your love for fountains! How you gush about them!” 

More laughter; it’s louder now. 

“I’m talking more about YOU. Doesn’t matter what it is, anything to help you connect with our lovely audience!”

They rubbed their chin, that eye going to the top of their head as they thought about it. Soon, they turned back to Tenna and, to his surprise, began listing off some pretty normal hobbies.

“Roller skating, hockey, and music?” Tenna leaned in a little, genuinely curious. “Now, what music could the Roaring Knight be into?” An idea flashed through his wires. “Wait, no, don’t tell me; I already know.” 

Tenna braces himself; this joke is dicey, but where’s the fun without a little risk?

“PicoPop!” He points towards the Knight with as much confidence as he can muster. 

They stared at him, the silence seeming to drag on forever, and oh no, he shouldn’t have said that. Why did he say that?! the Knight’s twitching and—they’re laughing.

They’re LAUGHING?! 

They are! It’s a little unnerving to watch. Tenna swore he saw a myriad of mouths fade in and out around them, high-pitched and layered, sped up like sifting through channels. A silent sigh escapes the Knight, regaining their composure, they shake their head.

Wow.

“Darn, I was so sure of it, too. What is it?” Tenna gasps. “Rock ‘n’ Roll?” He placed a hand on his chest, aghast. “I would’ve never guessed!”

The audience erupts, the tension is gone in the voices, and Tenna couldn’t be happier.

“Speaking of Rock ‘n’ Roll,” Tenna covered the side of his mouth, loudly whispering, “I have a segment planned for my game show this evening. Tickets are on sale NOW!”

Oohs and ahhs came from the crowd, intrigued. The Knight perked up as well.

“It’s not just a talk show? It’s more than a talk show, Knight! I perform—” he gestures to the crowd, “for them! Cooking, quizzing, playing—you name it, I do it! Variety is the spice of life after…Yes, this isn't just a talk show.” He repeats. “Like I said, variety is the—Is there a prize? Of course there’s a prize!” He scoffed. “What’s a game show without a prize?!”  He pointed towards the Knight. “Want it for yourself? You gotta earn it…A different prize? What could POSSIBLY be better than a genuine Ralsei plush—“

Tenna froze; he couldn’t stop his smile from falling. Nor did he bother to translate what the Knight said, but he read it, and he understood it.

Why do they have Toriel?

“I— aha, think of the ethics of it,” it’s getting harder to smile, tenna tugged on his collar, looking away, “it would be an HR disaster! ” 

Why do they have her? Why do they have her?

A moment passed, and the Knight stood up.

Tenna shrank back into his seat as they walked up invisible steps, afterimages of their void body fading to the stage lights. They turned to face Tenna, their eye looking down at him.

‘ D O N T  R E P E A T ’ They signed.

He nodded; the Knight looked bigger somehow, and his chair felt bigger. 

‘ I T ‘ S   A   B E T T E R   M O T I V A I T O R ’

“What?” His voice sounded smaller, meeker. “Why would it—

‘ T H E Y  D O N ‘ T  C A R E   A B O U T   T H A T  J U N K ’

“Kris?” Tenna whispered, but the Knight didn’t answer. “And…Junk? My prizes are top of the line.” He forced a smile. “Top shelf even! Kris always wanted—“

‘ I T ��� S  O L D ’ 

“It’s—” He looked away, his body fitting in the chair now, more than fitting. He looked away. “It’s not—”

The Knight snapped their fingers—two—three times, Tenna flinched.

‘ I T ‘ S  O L D ’ They repeated, more vigor to their gestures.

Tenna said nothing, his antennas drooping as he gripped the fabric on his chair tightly to hide the shakes. The Knight's eye rolled to the left.

‘ I  C A N  C H A N G E  T H A T ’ 

“You… Really?” Deep within him, there was a spark, a flicker of hope he lost years ago.

The Knight gave a nod.

‘ I F  Y O U  K E E P  T H O S E   T H R E E  B U S Y ’ They leaned in, towering over him as their eye turned into a grin. ‘ Y O U  C A N  H A V E  A L L  T H E  P E O P L E  Y O U  W A N T  W A T C H I N G  Y O U ’

Watching him?

All of them?

No, it’s too good to be true.

Is it?

Tenna swallowed. “There’s a catch.”

The Knight rolled their eye. A strangely childish action that threw Tenna off.  

‘ I   C A N  H E L P  Y O U ’ They point down at him, ‘ Y O U  C A N  H E L P  M E ’ And then at themselves. ‘ A  B U S I N E S S  D E A L ‘ They leaned in closer; Tenna swore he saw eyes within their eye how does that work— 

‘ Y O U ‘ R E   F A M I L I A R  W I T H  T H O S E   A R N E ‘ T   Y O U ’

Tenna’s body went rigid. There’s— there’s no way they —how would they— 

‘ W H A T  D O  Y O U  S A Y ‘ The Knight held out their left hand; Tenna glanced down at it, hesitant.

“Toriel, is she—“

‘ S A F E ’ They finger-spelled with their right hand, the other still outstretched.

‘But—But Kris, W-wh——-en they find out—’

‘ T H E Y  K N O W ’

Tenna scoffed. “They know?”

‘W H Y  D O  Y O U  T H I N K  T H E Y  O P E N E D T H E  F O U N T A I N’

“Because you ’re—t—they’re-“ He trailed off, feeling himself shrink further. “I-I don’t—”

‘ W H Y  H E R E ‘ The Knight's eye spun around in their head. ‘ A N D  N O T  S O M E W H E R E  E L S E ’

Tenna wracked his head around it. His circuitry is working a mile a minute. The Knight’s right. Why here? Why now? Of all places, when their mother and friend are right there? Unless they—it’s a stretch, but…

“They want to be happy again?” Tenna shifted in his chair; it felt smaller. “Smile again?” He asked. “Laugh again.” He said more firmly. Each word cementing itself inside him. The Knight said nothing, but they didn’t deny it. Only tilted their eye right, waiting for Tenna’s answer.

If Kris did it to be happy, then he’d have to deliver on that, wouldn’t he? Tenna’s been there for them all their life. He hasn’t seen them smile for a long time now. And, compared to a certain mailman, as crazy as it sounds, the Roaring Knight themselves seemed more credible. Tenna sat up; he’s at eye level with the Knight. He braced himself for that stinging cold. Their hand squeezed his, hard. It was just as bad as before, and he couldn’t stop the hiss that left him, but he held on. 

He held on for Kris.

“We—c-an—“His legs shook, the knight floating above him. “Talk about details somewhere more private. Maybe at the fountain?” He suggested, feeling the frost pickle his hand.  A second passed. They nodded. Tenna forced a smile. He jumps back to his full size; he’s a couple of inches taller than them now. “Glad to hear!” He turned back to the audience. “I’m afraid we have to cut it short, ladies and germs!” The Knight let go of his hand; it stung. Tenna braved the pain, walking to the center stage.  “But don’t worry! After this break, the next few hours will be the most TV-Tastic time of your LIFE!” He ignored the confused looks and the perturbed stares. If he did this, it won’t matter soon. It won’t matter because he'll have what he wants. He'll finally be wanted! “Thank you for coming today! I’m your host, Mr. (Ant) Tenna, and—” he looked over his shoulder. The Knight’s gone. “—and I’ll see YOU, on the big screen.” He gave a deep bow, and the applause was reluctant as the lights dimmed, but he didn’t care anymore. He didn’t waste a moment getting off the stage, heading where he knew the Knight would be. His crew swarmed him, horrified, curious, insistent to know what was talked about and what common ground was found— “Business, my friends, business!” He smiled widely, pointing somewhere up at an invisible camera. “Mike, find the Lightners! Update me when they get close to the stage!” 

And then he was off; his size alone outpaced anyone who didn’t want to chase after him. He glanced around at the props and cringed. Many were smashed to pieces, and broken glass was scattered along the floor. Scaffolding for the rock and roll stage was toppled over. There was damage, a lot of damage, but thankfully, nobody seems hurt. Good, fewer problems to worry about.  He’ll fix this; he’ll pay for it all with plenty to spare with the new ratings he's bound to get! All he has to do is entertain Kris and his friends for a while.

And what is he not best at, other than entertaining?

[wannab-urs]

Outtakes - multiples vol 1

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist | Vol 2

Howdy folks!

Here's all the fics on my spreadsheet featuring multiples - that's MMF, MFM, FMF, FFM, and more! All of these fics feature a reader character + 2 or more other characters, usually 2 pedro boys but not always!

Summaries and tags are, in most cases, provided by the author - please be sure to read them as some of these fics may have content you do not wish to read.

Updated 5/24/2024

Possession a Din/Cobb one shot by @prolix-yuy

Summary: In a city called Mos Pelgo, soon to be named Freetown, a Marshal, a Mandalorian, and a Guild member sit for a drink. They also sit with a question - how to get rid of the adrenaline coursing through their veins, remnants of tearing a krayt dragon in two. You have some ideas. Tags: Smut, MMF threesome, descriptions of male and female bodies, penetrative vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), anal play, rimming, cum eating, creampie, unprotected sex, fingers in mouths, rough sex, M/M, M/F, M/M/F, the helmet comes off, slight sensory deprivation

A Little Lipstick Never Hurts a Max P/Dieter series by spacegayofficial (AO3) / @max--phillips

Summary: (part 1) Max tries to skip his morning inspection, but gets caught breaking one of the rules you set for him anyway. A punishment is in order. (part 2) Max realizes a fantasy, and you enlist Dieter Bravo to help you deliver. (part 3) You receive a very hot video from your boyfriends while you are at work. The making of said video requires Max to break some rules you'd previously set out for him. He and Dieter make it up to you very easily. Tags: Forced Feminization, but it's consensual, Femdom, Chastity Device 24/7,  D/s dynamic, Sex Toys, BDSM, reader referred to as Mistress and Ma'am, Impact Play, Riding Crop, Bondage, Anal Fingering, Pegging, Butt Plugs, Degradation, Deepthroating, face fucking, gagging, spit, ruined orgasm, Nipple Clamps, Cum Play, Cum Eating, Oral Sex, Aftercare, there is NO misgendering, Max's ass does get referred to as his pussy and his dick his clit, but that's as far as that goes, MMF, threesome, PIV, double penetration, cock cages, ball gag, choking, max is a vampire, blow jobs, sex tapes, cum swapping, rule negotiations, fluff

Behind The Velvet Rope a Joel/Dieter Series by @psychedelic-ink

Summary: A grumpy bodyguard, an eccentric actor, and you, who is thrust into the limelight. What can go wrong? The three navigate the challenges of Hollywood, tensions may arise and conflicts may occur but they'll always have each other to lean on. Tags: Smut, MMF threesome, forbidden romance, age gap, unprofessional situations, thigh fucking, intercrural sex, brat taming, oral sex (male receiving), Dom/sub dynamics, mlm dynamics, messy two-person blowjob, praise kink (Dieter), hair pulling, BDSM dynamics, drug use, high sex, pet names (good girl/good boy, sweetheart, darlin', honey), guidance kink, handjob, facesitting, inexperienced!reader

Fuse a Din/Ezra two shot by @marisferasiop

Summary: Din and reader are working as a Guild crew living on the Crest (and quietly pining for one another). Din picks up a bounty on a harvester dodging creditors who had fronted funds for prospecting work and finds a surprise: someone who looks exactly like him. While on the way to drop him to the client, the three of you are accidentally dosed with a pollinating spice strain meant for cold blooded biologies! Now you three have to ah- "get it out of your systems" somehow! Tags: Sex Pollen, Marathon Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Din Djarin Removes the Helmet, but only in the dark, Force-Sensitive Reader, Ezra loses the arm, no y/n, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, oh no we got feelings in our sex pollen smut, Everyone in star wars is bi til it's proven otherwise, Ezra is definitely a mouthy bottom, Switch Din Djarin, MMF, MM

Catalyst a Joel/Frankie series by @ezrasbirdie

Summary: After falling into bed together on the night of Frankie’s 40th birthday party, you, Joel, and Frankie start a relationship. Tags: smut, MMF, fluff, POV switch, they're all very hot for each other, one minor instance of pussy slapping, kind of double penetration but not really, a little voyeurism, some brief jealousy, Joel loves to show off, Frankie loves to watch, squirting, bossy Joel, very sweet Frankie, too many uses of the word soft, MM, feelings, fluff, angst, oral sex, handjobs

Unusual Situation a Din/Ezra one shot by @absurdthirst

Summary: Time for a space cowboy threesome. Tags: Smut, MMF threesome, oral sex (male and female receiving), PiV sex, cum eating

Of Gorgons and Gardens a Din/Ezra series by @concussed-to-pieces (this starts off basically pure smut and gets really cute)

Summary: Din, raised by the Death Watch, is looking for a quarry named Ezra. Tags: Smut, MMF threesome, sex pollen, breeding kink, bodily fluids, dubcon

With or Without You a Javi P/Frankie series by @jksprincess10

Summary: You ask your partner, Javi, to join in on a bad idea.  Tags: MFM, bi!Frankie, pet names (hermosa, bonita, baby, good boy, alcohol, cigarettes, no home!javi, flirting, dom!javi, switch!reader, sub!frankie, consent, praise kink, oral sex m receiving, oral sex f receiving, deepthroating, fingering, masturbation, javier talks you through it, squirting, unprotected piv, creampie, using cum as lube, cum eating, pwp, switch!reader, MMF, couch sex, pussy eating king!Frankie, 69, face sitting, riding, dirty talk, jealous!javi, ass slapping, spanking, rough sex, degradation, slut, double blowjob, anal MM, voyeurism, cum play, fluff, angst, pet names: frankie baby, cocaine, drugs, food play, polyamory, miscommunication, somnophilia, mild dub con

Adversity a Frankie/Ezra series @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Summary: On your own and far from the home you once knew, you find unlikely allies right when you least expect them and soon learn that they have plenty to teach you. Tags: Western AU, Age Gap, Explicit Smut, MMF relationship, inexperienced/virgin reader, references to violence and death (it’s the old west).

Shore Leave a Frankie/Santi one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Summary: Young Frankie and Santi and you have a threesome when they're on leave Tags: MMF Threesome, some degradation(mild), anal, anal play, butt plugs, blowjobs, pussy eating, DP sex, poly mentions(?), Frankie is a menace. 

a court of fangs and foxgloves an Oberyn/Max P one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Summary: After you left the court and hence Oberyn, no one is eager to forgive you for your betrayal. Especially those closest to you. Tags: Smut, MMF threesome/orgy, voyeurism, mlm dynamics, Dom/sub dynamics, sub!Max, switch!reader, dom!Oberyn, rimming, ass play, anal sex, penetrative vaginal sex, biting, mentions of blood, vampirism

Group Therapy a Frankie/Tommy one shot by @beskarandblasters

Summary: Frankie Morales & Tommy Miller are both sent to a veteran’s support group by their doctors where they meet and become friends. Both men take a liking to you, the group therapist. And instead of getting angry with each other Tommy comes up with a fun little idea after therapy one night. Tags: alternate universe, canon divergence, no outbreak, age gap, drinking, MMF threesome, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative vaginal sex, semi public sex, pet names (darlin', sweetheart, good girl, dirty girl), therapist!reader, degradation

Desires and Complications a Marcus P/Dave series by @ezrasbirdie

Summary: Marcus has been with you for a while, but knows you hold back in the bedroom. He tracks down an old flame of yours—Dave—to show him how to please you. Tags: Smut, daddy kink, anal play, cumplay, unprotected penetrative vaginal sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), rimming, humiliation, MMF threesome, anal sex, mlm dynamics, angst, established relationship, double penetration

Euclidean Geometry a Frankie/Jack/Pero one shot by @leslie-lyman

Summary: They make no attempt to define what this is, who they are to each other. All they know is that now they are together. Tags: smut, MM and MMF; some implied D/s dynamics; allusions to the lingering trauma of military service

The Impaler a Tim Rockford/Max Phillips one shot by @kiwisbell

Summary: Chief Detective Tim Rockford makes a breakthrough in New York City’s latest serial killer case. The mysterious culprit is in the mood to share more than information. Tags: vampires, gothic architecture, slightly dubious consent, implied mind alteration/control, murder, death, blood, threesome, lots of biting, spanking, spitroasting, masturbation, DVP, fingering, unprotected PIV (wrap ur vampire dicks pls), wife sharing, free use kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), exchanging fluids, spitting, disgusting and filthy, max using cringey nicknames for reader’s pussy but it’s charming bc it’s max, handcuffs, light bondage, hair pulling

Tommy's Hard Day a Joel/Tommy one shot by @toxicanonymity

Summary: Tommy had a hard day, so Joel asks you to help him feel better Tags: free use, blow jobs, MFM threesome w/ Tommy & Joel Miller (they don't touch), cuckolding, unprotected P in V sex, creampie, Pre or non-outbreak. 

Three's a crowd a Marcus P/Javi P one shot by @agentmarcuspike

Summary: Your boyfriend Marcus watches Javier Peña fuck you Tags: established open relationship (reader and marcus), cucking, threesome (mfm), oral (f and m receiving), fingering, swallowing, subtle hugh grant reference, exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected penetrative vaginal sex, one (1) light ass slap, eiffel tower, marcus king of aftercare pike, javi secret softie peña, reader is v bold and confident, made-up stuff about the fbi lol, bit of sappy fluff (they love each other, ok)

Something wretched about this a Joel series by @covetyou (Chapter 3 - The Dark Caress of Someone Else is the Joel/Tess/Reader threesome)

Summary: Your father has been medicating his long term illness for as long as you can remember, and he'd always been grateful to find medication suppliers even after the world went to shit. When he can't pay up, what lengths will you go to to protect your entire world?  Tags: Smut, PWP, dubcon, penetrative vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, anal sex, anal play, spanking, MFF threesome, medicinal drug usage, vaginal fisting, praise kink, sex toys, post-outbreak, creampie, debts, cumplay, pussy slapping

The Saint, the sinner, and the devil a Joel/Javi P Series by @joelsgirl

Summary: Joel and Javier are two sides of the same coin, the dark and supposed light of an unrelenting war - but in this room, they were predators and you, their prey. Tags: Mafia alternate universe, Narcos and TLOU crossover, mafia DBF!Joel Miller, corrupt Javier Peña, smut, age gap, size difference, dirty talk, threesome, name-calling

Le Trio De Fleur a Din/Paz Vizla one shot by @absurdthirst

Summary: You are a bounty that the Mandalorians have been sent to capture. They track you to an uninhabited planet where you have crashed  your ship. You’ve killed the other bounty hunters that have been sent after you, seemingly including another Mandalorian, but they find you in a much more precarious situation due to the local fauna. Tags: Dubious consent due to sex pollen. Vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), cream pie, threesomes, cum eating, double penetration, anal sex, thoughts of violence.

All our candles are burned out a Dieter/Frankie one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Summary: dieter needs helicopter lessons for an upcoming role and santiago finds you the perfect man for the job.  Tags: established relationship between dieter and reader, threesome, a very messy blowjob, edging, teasing, mlm dynamics, vaginal/anal fingering, piv, creampie, single dad!frankie, competency kink  

Blackmail a Javi P/Joel one shot by @milla-frenchy

Summary: in exchange for his help to let Joel and you out of the QZ, a new soldier, Javier, asks him for something more than just ration cards Tags: Dubcon. Cucking, praise kink, oral (f/m receiving), unprotected piv, rimming, anal, threesome, double penetration, creampie

Closure a Marcus P/Din one shot by @javier-pena

Summary: Marcus, Din and you used to be best friends. Now you're on opposite sides of the law with a decade worth of grudges between you. But hate can quickly become something else ... Tags: angst | canon-typical violence | mentions of food and alcohol and smoking | they’re all mean to each other and they have a difficult relationship | (a lot of) dirty talk (by my standards) | slight power imbalance | reader has hair that can be grabbed | threesome m/f/(m) (kinda) | ecouteurism | voyeurism | exhibitionism | a bit of edging | fingering | competitiveness | (unprotected) piv sex | creampie | a tiny, tiny bit of degradation

Good Boy a Dieter/Javi P one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: Dieter gets cucked. That's it. That's the fic. Tags: cucking, PIV, creampie, oral sex f receiving, cum eating, PWP/plot what plot?, dom!Javi, sub!dieter, idk what reader is... having a good time?

Intimidation Tactics a Dave/Marcus P series by @whataperfectwasteoftime

Summary: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, are investigating a case that brings you far too close to something much more dangerous than your average art thief. Tags: Mentions of previous abusive relationship, enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, eventual polyamory, smut

Apple a Frankie/Santi/Will one shot by @romana-after-dark

Summary: You are married to Santi and you and him dabble in CNC scenes. This time, Santi enlists the help of Will and Frankie. Slowly, things start to devolve, and things get heated between the three men that was not discussed prior. This culminates when you try to safeword and you find Will's fingers in your mouth. Tags: Smut, dead dove; do not eat, consensual non-consent turned noncon, bi!Will, bi!Santi, bi!Frankie, dark fic, mlm dynamics, size kink, painful sex, degradation kink, petnames (puppy), edging, premature ejaculation, bukkake, unprepared penetrative vaginal sex

To be explored later a Frankie/Santi one shot by @legendary-pink-dot

Summary: You and your boyfriend Santi fuck his best friend Frankie and it's a little more MMF than you were expecting -- much to your delight Tags: Swearing, dirty talk, rough-ish sex, hair pulling, oral sex (m receiving), a couple of spanks, edging if you squint, also yearning m/m if you squint, unprotected PIV, snowballing, threesome, dom!Santi.

Under your skin a Jack/Javi P one shot by me

Summary: You’ve worked on Chucho’s ranch since you were 15 years old, grew up with Javi, loved Javi… He comes back after nearly 20 years to find you hooking up with a certain former secret agent. He’s jealous, for sure, but of who? Tags: post season 3 of Narcos, AU where Jack gets kicked out of the Statesmen instead of burgered, Javi being bi and repressed, Jack being a bisexual slut, SMUT, MMF dynamics, oral (f receiving), javi being a dick, oral (m receiving), javi tries to hit jack, gay kissing (!!!), making out, face sitting, reader kinda gets used and likes it, nipple play, throat fucking, Eiffel tower moment, brief f masturbation, brief m masturbation, pet names (sugar, cowboy, baby, hermosa), truly unreasonable amounts of cursing i’m sorry i talk like this, and also unreasonable amounts of southern phrasing, again sorry I talk like this, unprotected PIV, creampie, cum eating, teasing Javi, actually 90% porn with like a little backstory, kind of enemies to lovers, they’re all ranch hands technically, also they’re all romantically into each other but also javi is dumb and jack can’t believe anyone would want him for more than sex haha oops :)

do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?a Frankie/Santi series by moonknightly (AO3)

Summary "Neither of you want the night to end. That’s the only reason it takes you ten minutes to put your clothes back on and the only reason he offers to share his tequila after he’s gotten you out of them." Tags: Cheating, Infidelity, Post-Break Up, Angst, Smut, Cuckolding, sloppy blowjobs, Dom/sub, Threesome - F/M/M, Spanking, Pain Kink, Choking, You're mostly fucking Santi here

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Happy Reading!

[mithrilhearts]

Seven Deadly Sins

2/3 of my Rook characters for this fun game! Tagging anyone else who wants to play and show off your Rook(s) as I've already tagged some folks in the last one!

✨ Bolded applies to the character!

— Anrevale de Riva

LUST. desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behaviour. love poems. erotic art.

GLUTTONY. indulgence in experiences. savouring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough. fast food wrappers.

ENVY. motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

GREED. resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

SLOTH. calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

PRIDE. confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

WRATH. assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. road rage incident. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanour. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.

[honestlydarkprincess]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

tagged by the lovely @wikiangela, @loserdiaz, @daffi-990, @giddyupbuck, @devirnis, @folk-fae, @cowboy-buddie, @hippolotamus, @disasterbuckdiaz, @wildlife4life, @forthewolves, @lover-of-mine mwah!

i'm still struggling to write but here have a lil tease of something for kinktober :3

A few weeks later, after many, many conversations about it, they were ready to play out Buck’s fantasy. Christopher was at a friends house for the weekend having another one of his sleepover marathons, so they were alone in Buck’s loft.

“Okay, one last time— you’re sure you want me to do this?” Eddie asked, giving Buck a serious look. They were standing in the kitchen, just like they had been when Buck had broached the idea in the first place.

“Yessir,” Buck grinned, excitement making him bounce on the balls of his feet.

“Okay, c’mere baby,” Eddie said, reaching for Buck. He cupped Buck’s cheek gently and stared into his eyes, searching them one last time and finding nothing but excitement and trust.

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @lovebuck, @housewifebuck, @monsterrae1, @911onabc, @stagefoureddiediaz, @theyarnmaidstale, @spotsandsocks, @moonlightbuckleys, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @transbuck, @transboybuckley, @gayarthur, @fatedking, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @princessfbi, and @oliverstaark

[wondrouswendy]

14 and 32 for the writer asks?

Thanks for the ask!! ❤️

14. What’s the biggest change in your taste between when you started in fandom and today?

I used to read explicit one shots, PWP, more readily. You know those stories where it's like marathon sex scenes and not much context or plot?

Lately I've found that I don't enjoy those as much. I want more context and more build up with a relationship. I want a story with my smut lmao. Give me character development alongside the unresolved sexual tension.

I tend to go for stories in the 20-80k word range as opposed to just one shots. I still read one shots ofc if the summary or tags pull me in, or if there's not many fics for a particular pairing, but I want a story I can sink my teeth into. Of course, I've read stories in the 5-20k word range that do tell a great story.

I just think it's more enjoyable for a slow burn to build to something. I think a lot of people fear what to do with a story once the will they/won't they is gone. I've seen this often in TV shows (and some movies) too so it's not just fic that's at fault.

I've read a lot of works where the story just ends suddenly after the characters get together/have sex, and I'm like okay that's great, but what about what comes after? I want to know about how the characters continue to develop within the context of the relationship. Does the relationship stay strong? Does it have troubles? How do the characters behave after the climax of the story has passed? And I don't just mean fluff for the sake of fluff. I mean giving the characters a proper ending that feels meaningful/proportional to the trauma they've gone through is something I want to read (and write myself).

So long story short, I prefer a more well-rounded story.

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

Alan Wake, easily. He's a disaster. I relate to him as I'm sure most creative folks who play the games do. I enjoy writing Alan and analyzing every facet of his character. I've been told I write his perspective well, so I take that in stride. I just hope to keep writing him strong 😊

[my-beloved-lakes]

Thanks @leverage-ot3 for tagging me!

Star sign: Libra.

Favorite holiday: I used to really like all the holidays that my family celebrates, but recently I just haven't really gotten very exited for any of them. The thing that gets me the most exited for a holiday these days is the food, but my family always does the same meal for every holiday so. I guess Christmas cuz I do still get excited about picking out a tree and decorating it. I also like looking at all the presents under the tree, maybe more than I like actually getting gifts lol.

Last meal: the last full meal I had would be pulled pork, brisket, and fries from my local BBQ place. But I had a bowl of cereal shortly after that that doesn't really count as a meal but it's something I ate.

Current favorite musician: oh there's so many! I've been listening to a lot of Vocal few, Lord Huron, Rozen, David Gray and Christian Kane lately.

Last music listened to: my playlist that's just a mix of all the artists listed above. I believe the last song was Skellig by David Gray

Last movie watched: Sea Biscuit. part of my horse movie™️ marathon.

Last TV show watched: Leverage

Last book/fic finished: last book I finished would be Macbeth I think. I don't really read a lot of fanfic, but I think the last one I did read was one of @lemissingmask 's short fics, which are always amazing!

Last book/fic abandoned: I don't think there are any. It took me like 3 or 4 tries to finally actually finish Snuff by Terry Pratchett, but I did actually finish it eventually. It was good and I really enjoyed it but for whatever reason I had a really hard time finishing it. And I've never abandoned a fanfic before (to my knowledge)

Currently reading: Robinson Caruso. Honestly if I didn't have to read it for class I probably would have given up reading it already.

Last thing researched for writing/art/hyperfixation: collapsed/punctured lung symptoms and treatment, for writing purposes.

Favorite online fandom memory: there's so many fond memories I have with the Leverage folks but I'd probably have to say the night I started watching Leverage, made a post about it and woke up the next morning to an overwhelming amount of replies welcoming me to the fandom. Y'all are the best!

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: honestly none. There's a reason I quit interacting with all my old fandoms.

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: Sirens (UK). Although in hindsight if it had had a bigger fandom it probably wouldn't have been as fun of a fandom for me to be a part of.

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: I actually have the opposite problem. Tempting projects that I have all the time in the world for and would really like to do, if only I had the motivation to actually work on them. I'm not trying to rein them in, I'm trying to get them going in the first place lol.

Tagging: @ghostlyarchaeologist @lemissingmask @just-fandomthings @buckaroosboogara @hotchocolateandpillowforts @lindseymcdonaldseyelashes @happyyellowhamster @katbratsupernaturalwhore @sebsdaniel @ whoever else wants to play

[unwittingcatalyst]

Thanks, Guardy, for the tag!

Favorite color: Blues—light and dark and sparkly and shading to turquoise and sky and next to browns and beiges and white. Also, the specific sparkly bright light brown/pink/orange of low fire red micaceous clay.

Last song: Well, a recent one off my regular playlist, anyway: “Morning Song” by Zero 7.

Currently reading: An Emergency! fic work in progress of mine that I think I last worked on in summer 2023, which I’m hoping to put finishing touches on for Summer of 51s 2024.  Also, generally, fanfic.

Currently watching: Besides episode watch E! episodes, the occasional Gokaiger ep. My son and I have plans for a Lower Decks marathon at an indeterminate time.

Currently craving: Energy to do things. Peace. Healing. The feeling I get when I can do or make things (pottery, writing, improv).

Coffee or tea: Of course. Coffee with sugar and soy milk, cold. Mochas at coffee shops. Ginger tea and green tea and all sorts of teas.

And, to play this game right, I'll tag a couple folks--no worries if you aren't inclined to do it: @sevenmaryseven, @becauseitallmatters

I was tagged by @hoppkorv Hey thank you for tagging me!! 😊

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with .

favorite color: Green!

last song: Wanted For Love by Jerry Jeff Walker

currently reading: Song of Susannah by Stephen King (almost done with the Dark Tower series!)

currently watching: I haven't really been watching a lot of shows lately mostly just stuff on youtube and random episodes of Seinfeld. The last full series I watched was The Sopranos and I'm literally already thinking about a rewatch.

currently craving: A deeper connection with the people and world around me. Or something idk.

coffee or tea: I enjoy tea but I'm obsessed with coffee.

Tagging @carmichaelthepolarbear @brian-mays-hair @warrenzevon @someguywriting @tantamount-treason @ninetimesbluedemo @bluehairandproverbs @fr0ggi3b0i (if you'd like to do this!)

[lestats-louis]

goldrose week 2023

goldrose has taken over our brains & who knew that any of us would come out of YOU season 4 with a new ship? so i've decided to organize a goldrose week for july 10th-16th. what does that mean exactly? i'm about to tell ya!

during goldrose week there will be a prompt for each day. folks can create content for said prompts, & use the tag #goldroseweek

any form of content is acceptable (fics, art, edits, playlists etc) but you must follow the prompt(s) for each day

you are free to choose any of the prompt options for the day you're creating for

you are free to create explicit content with the prompts, but if you want there are nsfw prompts (under the cut)!

remember to tag accordingly if you write anything that may be triggering

JULY 10th: love confession | mutual pining | first kiss

JULY 11th: role reversal | pirate au | bed sharing

JULY 12th: vampire au | different first meeting | 90s au

JULY 13th: slasher au | getting back together | werewolf au

JULY 14th: whump | trapped in an elevator | betrayal

JULY 15th: meet ugly | in vino veritas | grief

JULY 16th: vacation | post-apocalypse | prison au

NSFW prompts

JULY 10th: praise kink | edging | mutual masturbation

JULY 11th: dacryphilia | cum play | size kink

JULY 12th: phone sex | dry humping | body worship

JULY 13th: role-play | impact play | voyeurism

JULY 14th: shower sex | use of toys | mirror sex

JULY 15th: car sex | one-night stand | angry sex

JULY 16th: rimming | marathon sex | caught in the act

[strawwritesfic]

Logical Fallacy Master List

Summary: Q’s got one hundred and two problems. His girlfriend is, technically speaking, every single one.

Challenge:  “102 Things A Guy Should Know About Girls” challenge by Miss Chocobo on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; asexual!Q; sexual!reader; a running gag about sexual harassment; double standard: sexual harassment, female on male; sexual harassment played for comedy; James Bond & Reader friendship; civilian!reader; artist!reader; complicated family relationships; reader has a really big family; miscommunications; MI6 would not behave this way in reality; set post-Skyfall; joking references made to Bond/Q)

Pairings: Q/Female!Reader; James Bond/Eve Moneypenny

Notes: Way back in the year 2013, I was dragged against my will to a showing of Skyfall while on vacation with my family. I had no experience with the James Bond franchise outside of my parents watching a marathon of the old, old movies during a different vacation when I was in elementary school. I expected to hate the film. Instead, by the time the opening credits rolled, I was completely in love.

That being said, I do not consider myself a serious fan of the series. I’ve never bothered to watch the rest of the non-Craig movies and decided after trying to slog my way through the Casino Royale book that I would rather light the written James Bond on fire than read any of Fleming’s other works.

I’m in it for the hot people and the gorgeous cinematography, folks, and this collection is about as silly as they come. I imprinted asexuality onto Q from the start, wanted to write some stories about his adventures with his decidedly-NOT-asexual girlfriend, and this was born. I’m under no delusion that the British Secret Service works this way in reality or in the media I consume.

Please keep in mind as you read the chapter titles that I “disprove” some of the “rules” in the challenge, so there’s no need to get all angry if a “rule” offends you. And sometimes I might “prove” a certain rule, but that doesn’t mean that I necessarily approve of that behavior personally. This is mostly supposed to be a fluffy, comedic story, and almost nothing is to be taken all that seriously.

And here is the usual reminder for any of my Bond stuff: I am not British. I know no British people willing to “Brit Pick” for me. If you have corrections, you are more than welcome to inform me of them, and I will do my best to incorporate them as I go.

As of 2/22/2022, I have not seen No Time to Die, so there will not be spoilers for that movie in this collection! In fact, there aren’t any spoilers for Spectre either, because I really, really didn’t like that movie. All references to the Craig movies stop with Skyfall.

As of 03/04/2023, I have seen No Time to Die, but I thoroughly disliked it and Spectre, so there are not likely to be any calls forward to those particular films. And yes, that means that I understand that the Q in the Craig films most likely shares the sexuality of his actor. I am by no means attempting to erase his sexuality with this story. 

Posting Status: Incomplete & In Progress

Rule #1: Do not cheat on a girl.

Rule #2: Be aware of all your girlfriend’s guy friends, brothers, fathers, etc.

Rule #3: Never miss an opportunity to tell her that she’s beautiful.

Rule #4: If she slapped you hard, you probably deserved it.

Rule #5: Do not be afraid of holding her.

Rule #6: Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend.

Rule #7: Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can.

Rule #8: If a guy is bothering your girlfriend, it is your right to beat the shit out of him.

Rule #9: If you’re talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer.

Rule #10: Never, ever slap her.

Rule #11: Go along with her to a chick flick every once in a while.

Rule #12: If you’re officially dating and you’re introducing her to your friends, you’d better introduce her as your girlfriend.

Rule #13: Girls are fragile.

Rule #14: Memorize your girlfriend’s birthday.

Rule #15: Don’t drench yourself in the cologne,

Rule #16: You don’t have to spend a million dollars on a gift.

Rule #17: Don’t ever lie to us. 

Rule #18: Don’t say you understand when you don’t.

Rule # 19: Remember: Girls are pretty, but yours is the prettiest!

Rule # 20: Saying something sweet might get you off the hook.

Rule #21: Size does matter.

[winderlylandchime]

15 QUESTIONS, 15 (or whatever) TAGS

tagged by @lostcol ily bb

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYBODY?

Nope. Family lore is that my mom and dad went through a baby name book and my mom circled all the names she liked in red and my dad circled all the names he liked in blue and mine was the only one with two circles. My first middle name is the name my mom wanted to give her sister when my aunt was born. And my second middle name is my mom’s maiden name.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

When my spouse and I were on vacation abroad and our flight home had been cancelled and we got scammed trying to get another flight and had to cancel our credit card and still find a way home. I very rarely cry (except when watching stupid things on tv) but I sobbed I was so stressed out. And on my period. Which y’know made traveling home super fun.

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Childless by choice (I love being an auntie to my nieces and friends’ kids though!) (I hate that I worry people will assume I hate kids because I’m a woman who didn’t want them!)

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

No, never. 😉

5. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I played basketball for one memorable season in elementary school. I ran cross country for one memorable season in high school because it exempted me from gym class (joke was entirely on me when I realized being on the track team meant actually exercising more than going to gym class. And I used to be a (very very slow) runner (a whole slew of half marathons, 5 and 10ks, and exactly 1 marathon). My body doesn’t work like that anyone. But I miss it.

6. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE?

Their smile. What they’re wearing.

7. EYE COLOUR?

Blue like my mama.

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

I don’t do scary. I definitely prefer happy endings…but a good story is a good story.

9. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?

I have a freakishly good memory for personal details. Like I will pretend to have never heard something about someone before to avoid freaking them out. It does come in handy at work though!

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

New York, New York baby!

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Reading, writing, watching drag (on tv or live), going to concerts

12. DO YOU HAVE PETS?

2 dogs, 2 cats

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5’9” yes I can grab that for you

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

In HS: AP US History and Latin (because my teachers for each were incredible - shout out to Ms Favretti and Dr Polsky!)

In college: Fairy Tales, Abnormal Psych, Mythic Imagination, and that seminar where I got to read Timothy Leary’s research

In grad school: Psychopathology I & II and Social Bases for Behavior

15. DREAM JOB?

I do not dream of labor. But if I must work for a living, I literally have it. When I went to grad school my hope was to be part of a group private practice and voila! I am clinical director of an awesome practice with incredibly talented folks. And my hours permit me to also do some consulting work with CMSC which is also a dream.

no pressure tagging: @flowerswehadgrowntogether @bartbarthelme @sheisraging @headbandsandflats @provenance

[angstandhappiness]

INTERESTING

OP's tags @imminent-danger-came: #aka he is a Destiny defying boy#or he is doomed by Destiny...#somehow he is both#I'm almost feeling like he's a chessmaster in a sense.#'Just a piece in a game you can not possible comprehend' oh but he's the one who plans#He's a piece and a chessmaster...at the same time!#Hmmm. Or maybe we're goin' the Azure route#You know#being too oblivious in your own delusion to realize that you're a mere piece in someone else's game#BUT. I feel like some folk can be on the receiving end of this but from MK.#Like. In a sense....LBD was a mere piece in MK's game...you know what I'm saying?#It's late and I'm a bit unhinged but that's okay#Leethee will understand me perfectly#game motif#lmk rant#lmk speculation

@241cookies: #again#PLEAAASE CHECK THE ORIGINAL POST#the tags are brilliant lore fuel

@imminent-danger-came: #NOT KICKING THE CAN DOWN THE OL' HALF MARATHON#thank you for the food leethee#this fine line MK walks is so interesting because like#in 1x05 he isn't even tempted by the 'perfect' world#Like not even a little bit. He likes that his friends have their flaws/quirks. He likes them for who they are#But he also like....can't cope with how flawed the world is???#Like he knows that his friend's are good people. But he can't deal with/straight up ignores SWK not being a good person in the past#He can't cope with his own tragic role of hurting people#I am like. Hmmm!#Once again MK see's the strengths and individual characteristics of his friends (like different chess pieces)#But he hates being the chessmaster#But his friends can also be like ''Hell yeah MK move us around in a way that'll let us win''#I need to learn how to play xiangqi apparently#Which. After googling it that is definitely the piece Tang threw at MK at the beginning of 2x07#Oh. Oh noooooooooooooooooooooooo#Wait isn't MK's name in Chinese literally Qí Xiǎotiān#Qí Xiǎotiān. Xiàngqí. Someone who knows more about the Chinese language than I is there a connection#I believe Qí Xiǎotiān is some variant of "little heaven''

@fluffypotatey: #oh dam 🫠#guve me a sec I’m on the road I will be back

@spoofyleaf: #super interesting#got me thinking#and I’d like to stop thinking /j

@ideas-of-immortality: #bruh those tags?????#hnnnnngggg#MKKKKKKKKKK

@solarartzz: #YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME

@its-leethee: #i just have to look at them next to each other. this brilliant game of tag we're all playing together @imminent-danger-came @fluffypotatey#lego monkie kid#also asked my partner. xiàngqí means elephant (xiàn 象) chess (qí 棋). there's a piece called elephant (& horse and soldiers etc)#father in law tried to teach me and kiddos to play and we are still terrible at it#小天 xiăo tiān little heaven and it's a play from “great sage equal to heaven” qítiān (w heaven/sky) dàshèng (big holy) (齊天大聖)#but my partner speaks cantonese and my mandarin is barely past “túshū guăn zàinăli” so i'm just white girl googling from here#forbidden op lore

@fluffypotatey: #i am swimming in a pool of my own insanity

You know also just realized that MK is the "Plan Man" and Destiny has been explicitly stated as "having plans" (great or foul), like MK is Destiny or could go toe to toe with Destiny, depending on whether or not their plans converge or differ.

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 16

Howdy folks,

I went into a state of psychosis this week and read a truly absurd amount of fics... again. I don't even know where I'm finding the time, truly, but here we are. I didn't spend as much time keeping up with the WIPs I'm reading, so honestly that's probably it. Also I had a lil monsterfucking moment one day this week. I'll highlight those green so if you want to avoid reading the summaries/thots on those they're easy to spot.

You can find my Spreadsheet here and all my previous recs here! Do feel free to tag me in your works and I will happily give them a look and most likely you'll see them here the next week!

Recs below the behind the scenes Joel!

SNAFU - a Frankie series by @theywhowriteandknowthings

The Triple Frontier boys as Shifters!!! This honestly makes so much sense? Like they work SO well with this dynamic. I adore Pope and Reader's bond like right out of the gate. What I really, really fucking loved though was Reader and Frankie, of course. I love how they characterized him and I really love the way that Frankie and reader bonded over time. Frankie being grumpy is so fun lol. A lot of the little details in this fic are what really make it good, ya know? The pack dynamics, the bonding moments, the badass reader, reader's uhhh issue (spoiler, I think, so I'll be quiet here) but yeah. Just. Wonderful. Can't wait for more.

only daddy that'll walk the line - a Joel one shot by @millerscoffee

So this request was sent to two different blogs and I read them both and loved them both. I read this one first. I really fucking loved Reader's dynamic with Joel in this. Joel is such a dick lmao. I thought the situation with reader's dad was done well and I also loved the hinting at Joel's trauma. And of course... the smut. God that was hot. Joel is so fucking dominant. The spitting? please. and Reader keeping up the brat thing just really fucking makes it. She needed Daddy Joel to make her behave lmao. SO GOOD

Little Bee - a Joel one shot by @atticrissfinch

And this is the other version of this request that I read. I related to the specifc brand of Daddy Issues in this one lmao. Dad who doesn't want you so you look for a protective older man (why am I like this). I loved the way reader antagonized Joel in this. The denture comment is hilarious. The bee motif is fuckin great, also. I like that Joel kind of initiates things in the mess hall. The smut is so god damn hot man. Like jesus fucking christ. And then the post nut clarity really made me giggle. "should not have done that" PLS

Closer - a Joel series by @beardedjoel

Hot neighbor!joel!! This is a smut marathon style fic with a good bit of feelings. The smut is sooooo good!! I really liked her friend Sofia too. I'm about halfway through this and I can't wait to see how reader and joel's relationship develops!

Rises the Moon - a Joel one shot by @psychedelic-ink

(monsterfucking, but you're the monster! also monster is being used very loosely here) mermaid reader x lighthouse operator joel!!! I really enjoyed this. The mermaid reader was super interesting. I wanted to know more about her background, honestly. And the way poor lonely Joel so desperately wanted to care for her UGH. It was seriously lovely. I also really liked how reader didn't commit to like... giving up being a mermaid for him (even just once a month), and he didn't ask her to. The ending is really lovely. (And the smut is hot idc if I couldn't quite imagine how it worked, it was perfect).

Playing with fire - a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

Super hot smutty lil dad's best friend one shot. I love when Joel gets all pissy. Makes me want to tease him even more lmao

Cupid's Chokehold - a Din one shot by @deathwife

I haven't read a body swap fic before and I must say the dynamic with it being Din, so reader can't see his face even though it's her face, and also the smut was just like... really good. I was fascinated the whole time + the smut was hot as hell. It's really fun to read it from the perspective of the dick owner lmao. I really adored their relationship and just overall thought this was lovely. Reader calls Din "Djarin" so if you're like me and marrying Din would give you an awful name (Din Gin....), you're not alone. <3

I think i know - a Joel one shot by @pascalisbaby

OMG Reader's sister is so mean in this she fucking deserves Joel cheating on her. Yes this is Sister's Husband!Joel. And yes it's really fucking hot. Reader is a menace to fucking society in this prancing around half naked and seducing a married man and I support every second of it. I know what Joel said at the end but I think he'll be back for more....

close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise - a Joel/Tommy series by @ozarkthedog

Raider (?) Tommy and Joel are so fucking hot. Read the warnings on this one kids, it's gonna be a rough one. Nothing happens in this part though, really. Basically you're stranded on the road (post outbreak / pre tess) and Joel and Tommy roll up in their truck and take you to their cabin.

a day in the filth - a Joel one shot by @toxicanonymity

This is pure filth, as the title implies. It would seem you're Joel's little sex toy, essentially. Brat tamer!Daddy!Joel. There's a lot going on here and it is all unreasonably hot.

Bodily Exchange - a Pero Tovar one shot by @absurdthirst

I finally caved a read a mafia fic and somehow it wasn't Joel. I really loved how much of a fucking dick Tovar was and how bratty reader was. The end was so much sweeter than expected, which was a nice surprise. Such a filthy fic with a sweet happy ending!

New York or Nowhere - a Joel series by @beskarandblasters

BODEGA JOEL!!! I love when you're trying to help your friend come up with a fic based on a very specific request and somehow you come up with a completely different fic altogether. New York transplant Joel owns Beldro's Deli. You think he's really hot but your friends think he's a creep. I personally think if he's a little bit of a creep that just makes it better, but then again I'm a little insane <3

Shiver and Shake - a Joel one shot by @multiversed-daydreamer

I have ADHD and literally do the thing where I have thought spirals during sex. I loved this take on that experience and mean ol dom Joel being there to bring your focus back where it belongs (on him). Super fucking hot ugh. And it was their first TLOU fic and I thought the QZ Joel characterization was spot on <3

Roads - a Joel series by @milla-frenchy

Baby's first fic!! So you grew up with Tommy, best friends and all that. You get to know Joel as an adult and there's a spark right away. The first installment here takes place 3 years before present day, after Joel breaks your heart and you literally move to get away from him. The promise of so much angst has me salivating almost as much as the really hot smut.

Promise - an Ezra one shot by @criticallyacclaimedstranger

MONSTERFUCKING! I had a little binge this week.. you'll see. Anyway Ezra is a literal actual dragon in this with a big ol dragon dick and everything. This fic includes so many wild ass kinks I simply do not (or did not know I?) have. And yet I still loved it. Thought it was super fucking hot. I really liked the imagery of the castle and the bedroom. Also the end was kind of sweet?

Common Courtesies - a Din one shot by @juletheghoul

More monsterfucking -- demon!din! I fucking love Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen in general. Mr. Darcy is one of the literary loves of my life. This little Pride and Prejudice-esque Demon!Din fic hit every mark. I loved it so much. Din is so charming and mysterious and sexy ugh. I would marry him in a heartbeat.

Solum - a Dave York one shot by @ezrasbirdie

You guessed it! Monsterfucking. Demon!Dave York!!! I really enjoyed the blending of the movie plot with the demon arc! It was so well done!! Dave was super sexy in this ugh. I too feel a strange pull toward extremely dangerous men covered in blood. Reader gets me. I am her. She is me. Demon!Dave can take me as his little human sex toy any day, idc. I also kind of loved that he was so sweet on Carol in this? Like usually in Dave fics he kinda hates her or cheats on her or she's his ex, but in this one the whole catalyst was keeping her and his girls safe. Very sweet.

Sell My Soul For You - a Marcus P one shot by @absurdthirst

--monsterfucking-- Marcus is so sweet. So sweet that Reader is getting a little aggravated he can't be a less sweet in bed. (Girl have you tried like... talking to him about it?) Anyway, sweet, impulsive, reckless Marcus finds out you feel this way via buttdial and does he like... work on it with you and slowly learn to be better? No. He goes out and sells his soul to a demon to be a better Dom. Idiot. He's cute tho, so I'll let it slide. The smut is super fucking unreasonably hot, of course.

Bad Moon Rising - a Jack series by @wardenparker

--werewolf!Jack-- This fic is actually so fucking sweet!! So part one, Reader doesn't know Jack is a werewolf and he just kinda shows up on her ranch and they hit it off immediately. There's lots of lovely animal references and stuff and it's all really hot. I love the plot too!! this is not just werewolf porn! Shit is incredible! I love the characterization. But anyway if you're not into monsterfucking just read part one. Part two tho... oh boy. Full on werewolf sex. And reader has a kink for it! She's just like me fr.

Kudzu - an Ezra one shot by @beskarberry

--weird alien hybrid ezra-- I have lots of emotions about this fic. First of all, read the warnings. They're extensive and they're there for good reason. I love a good horror fic, which is kind of what this felt like? Like the weird tension and unknowing and the freaky way Ez is talking and that arm. I was thoroughly freaked out (and I love that!!). There were so many clever and interesting things going on in this fic AHHHH, Oh and the ending is just like super sweet and wonderful and so good? The end balances out the kind of horrific nature of the rest of the fic. Also if any of that sounds insulting I really don't mean it that way, I promise. I went in to it expecting to be freaked out and it delivered so well.

Yes Father - a Joel series by @chloeangelic

Your boring catholic husband doesn't fuck you right and you really want to leave him, so Father Joel helps you satisfy your needs so you don't destroy your marriage and go to hell. I love blasphemy. It's hot idc. I think my favorite thing about it is Father Joel randomly admonishing you for foul language and taking the lord's name in vain while he's literally got some part of his body buried in yours. I giggled. I really adore this. It was super fun and super hot.

Pillow Talk - a Joel one shot by @theboredinsomniac

Joel is soooo the jealous type. This fic is basically y'all having an adult conversation about him being an insecure jealous little bitch and it's got the most adorable ending.

Born to Run - a Marcus Pike series by @whataperfectwasteoftime

Penny's Marcus is just perfect. Every damn time. Unless I'm mistaken, this was her first Marcus fic? I was in the mood for a sweet multichapter thing with some hot smut and I was sooooo not disappointed by this. I'm on chapter 8 now, so about halfway through. Marcus is so sweet and precious and still impulsive as ever, but unlike Theresa, reader is right there with him. I really adore that this fic takes place in KY (and it really captures the vibe of Kentucky too) since I'm from there! I very much do not relate to the fact that reader is a marathon runner, but that's okay. I think it's really cool and I love the way they meet and that Marcus isn't fully a white knight? She can take care of herself. Super fucking cute fic ugh. Oh yeah and the smut is to die for jesus christ Marcus is hot.

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Happy Reading!

[mithrilhearts]

Seven Deadly Sins

3/3 of my Rook characters for this fun game! Tagging anyone else who wants to play and show off your Rook(s) as I've already tagged some folks in the last one!

✨ Bolded applies to the character!

— Aerendil Thorne

LUST. desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behaviour. love poems. erotic art.

GLUTTONY. indulgence in experiences. savouring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough. fast food wrappers.

ENVY. motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

GREED. resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

SLOTH. calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

PRIDE. confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

WRATH. assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. road rage incident. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanour. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.