#shh... their freaks are matching...

[soullessseraphim]

"how many fandoms do you want?"

Y e s .

aka, when the brainworm won't leave me the fuck alone.

its inspired by that one picture because. oh my god. need I say more. so many possibilities. I love it very much.

portrait and rendering practice woohoo 🎉

[littlelovelunette]

Anal hcs for sevika and ambessa pls🤲🥺

Headcanons (Featuring Sevika & Ambessa Medarda)

When she goes anal on you

Contains anal, smut, buttplug

Sevika

the idea comes to her naturally and she expects the same from you really since you claim you can match her freak

so gentle with you at the start, prepares you by fingering your ass with two fingers

asks you to relax every now and then because she doesn't wanna make it feel way too painful

“are you sure you can take it?” sevika asks with a brow raised and arms crossed when you first brought up the matter

“it's supposed to sting a little at the start.” sevika says when she finally sinks her strap inside your asshole causing you to let out a loud whimper, and a series of complaints.

“i guess we could go slower.”

uses a damn lot of lube so you're not too uncomfortable, “if you're not ready for this,” she backs the strap away, “maybe we could do with fingering for now?”

doesn't continue if you cry from the pain because she simply can't handle seeing her little angel cry

“shh, it's okay, we can continue later if that's what you want.” sevika doesn't shame you for being unable to take it up the ass

however if you do... there is no restraining this woman anymore

Ambessa Medarda

her prep game is amazing, she uses all sorts of lubricants and oils that she can get her hands on

massages them onto your ass and dipping digits in your ass crack just to rub more of the substance on your hole, “just lay back and relax.”

encouraging you to take more every now and then, showering you with praises and kisses

no nonsense when it comes to love making and absolutely unashamed when you say you like it in the ass

“sweet child.” she praises as she sinks her fingers in your ass making you groan in pain, “its so weird...” you whined causing her to chuckle

chances are likely you'll love the feeling of anal with ambessa since she takes it so slow and she has plenty experience being soft and gentle with these things (she's slept with twinks)

ambessa buys you a golden plug to keep in your cute little asshole while she can't touch you there. the base of it has a red ruby gemstone

“mommy's gonna be gone for a little bit, yeah? keep it inside.”

[spicyspiders]

going haywire

Conquest x male reader smut

713 words

You were never going to spar with Conquest again.

Warning for smut, bottom male reader, Conquest, and watersports (it was only a matter of time).

By your second orgasm, the need of your bladder gets to the point you aren’t able to ignore it. Conquest, the fucker, hasn’t even had one of his own, but you were used to that, and it seemed as if he preferred it that way. You wouldn’t exactly call him a considerate lover, it was more so that he liked to use sex as a game to measure how long he could go each time. 

Stupidly, you think that he’s about to stop and give you a break when he pulls out, but the concern you feel still grows bigger and heavier. At the feel of his hard cock pressed to your entrance, you open your mouth, ready to voice that concern, “I don’t think I can.”

“Nonsense!” Conquest responds, pulling your body back onto his chest. You rest all of your weight against him, even as he brings you both up onto your knees. His thick, muscular thighs rest in the space of your spread legs, giving you no choice but to keep your legs open wide. 

“Please,” you gasp as his cock stretches you open once more, “I can’t,” you groan, trying to twist out of his hold. 

Your struggle only seems to turn on the man even more as he wraps his left arm around your body to keep you close, the metal cold and unforgiving. “You can,” Conquest says into your ear, mustache grazing your earlobe. 

Conquest’s right hand goes to your chin to turn your head and pull you into a rough kiss, one that reopens the cut on your lip he made earlier. He groans at the taste of your blood on his tongue, only pulling away from the kiss when his cock is buried within you. 

Once the kiss is broken, Conquest’s hand moves down your neck and then your chest. When it reaches the arm wrapped around your stomach, you wait with bated breath, looking down to watch as the metal arm is pulled away. 

You thought his hand was going to go around your cock and to try and coax another orgasm out of you, instead, it went to press against your lower stomach. You thrash against his hold, but Conquest is quick to stop the movement, this time with his metal hand wrapped around your neck. 

Unlike him, which makes you even more nervous, he coos softly into your ear, “shh,” he hushes. The hand around your neck doesn’t match the softness of the sound, instead, it locks you in place as he presses his hand in harder. 

The build of it feels oddly similar to an orgasm, but the shame of it is the complete opposite of the rush of euphoria from earlier. You bite your lip to try and stifle the mix of a groan and sob, but it still manages to make its way out as you stain the ground below with your piss. 

“That’s it,” Conquest purrs, his hand around your neck loosening as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and watches the stream. 

Another sob falls from your lips when you feel the cock inside you throb, the absolute freak behind you was fucking getting off on it. You were never going to agree to another sparring session with Conquest again, nor would you ever be able to show your face in this same training ground. Maybe after you were done, you would find the strength within yourself to overpower the brute and use him to destroy the area during the skirmish. 

“You sick fuck,” you hissed as it finally came to an end. 

The laugh Conquest let out was loud and booming, much too loud for how close you were, “you’re the one that’s getting hard,” he said into your ear, nipping at the shell, “again, might I add.”

“We were supposed to be training,” you responded, hating how breathy your voice sounded. 

Conquest lets out a chuckle, “we are,” he says, “we’re training your-”

“If you say my endurance, I’ll-” you try cutting him off, the Conquest was faster as he pulled you into another kiss. 

“Insolent boy,” Conquest growled between rough kisses, “let’s see how many more I can get out of you,” he said ominously as his fingers wrapped tightly around your cock. 

[str4wb3rrysw3etheart]

HII!!

SOOO.. i decided to start writing!! For the eltingville club! (They would hate me but shh..) I ran out of fics in a day.. so I'm doing God's work and supplying 🫡 (i actually have experience writing fics but got logged out of that accouht... and it was a different Fandom so good luck)

Anyway enough of my background stuff, here's fem! dating headcannons for all of the eltingville boys, plus a poly one 👅

Cw! SFW BUT SUGGESTIVE STUFF SAID BEYOND THIS POINT! Like lowkey could ne nsfw to someone but not to me.. Bill is still kinda a misogynist, but nicer. Pete is a little freak. I have a small preference for writing bill ... so sorry if his is longer 💔 pete has little siblings , poly is shorter bc I ran out of ideas 💔

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Bill

♡He .. to put it nicely sucks at most things. He's never done this before! Give him a break.. he gifts you small things from time to time that corelate to your interests, saying something like "here women god .."

♡He hates the club seeing you. He'll brag about you sure, but he doesn't want their filthy eyes to see you. He knows where they'd be looking

♡He isn't the best at affection so he'll normally just keep his arm around you, or hand on your thigh. He doesn't know what women like be nice to him

♡Will rant for HOURS about his interests, if you share some, he'll then quiz you about the lore , calling you fake if you mess up. He's a "Name five characters" type of man..

♡He starts to shower and use chapstick more, brushes his hair, the whole nine yards. But only if he knows you're coming to see him. He doesn't find showering necessary

♡Tries to be a manly macho man (he's failing). He wants you to rely on him because "that's a man's job" , even if you end up having him rely on you..

♡He dreams about you. In starteck outfits, in starwars, saving you from the big bad guy, he can't stop! Sometimes, if he's feeling nice, he'll look away from any boob's that the guys end up showing on movies.

♡Has a small staring problem.. he can't help it! Tits that are all his? And aren't imaginary? Jackpot! He's a pervert I'm sorry!

Pete

♡He is definitely always horny.. groping is his love language.

♡Shows you SO many horror movies, and purposely tries to scare you so he can seem 'manly' and cuddle you better

♡He LOVES watching you squirm, knowing you're so vurnable and grossed out/uncomfortable, it does something, but he will stop whatever movie he's watching if it gets too far

♡Will struggle with romance, like he doesn't wanna be seen doing basic normie shit. He wants any gifts or romantic gestures to be special... which normally ends up with a concerning amount of fake? Blood covering the both of you.

♡Loves to watch you cook, and I mean LOVES it. He loves watching you in an apron or even just clothes doing things like a house wife, he loves it.

♡Good with some kids.. (ex his little siblings) but leave him alone with them and you're ASKING for trauma for those poor kids.

♡If you're mentally ill? Great! He loves it, He's into some weird things.. but if you genuinely need comfort he'll try

♡Halloween is sacred to him and you WILL do matching costumes or he will ignore you for the whole night

Josh

♡One of the softer ones out of the boys

♡Everything and Everyone else is so mean amd rough , that he just wants both of you to be sweet and cuddle, he wants you to love him just as much as he loves you

♡He'll banter with you, but will never try to go too far, insecure that you'll leave him.

♡He only yells if he's very mad, he sucks at apologizing though.. so good luck on that part

♡He is so used to everyone being against him, that if you are just on his side, he's head over heels

♡He can't fight for the life of him, the other boys being the only thing that's as weak as him. But he will certainly threaten anyone who's mean to you

♡Gets embarrassed very easily, and tries to best to hide it, point it out and he gets even worse.. he was probably staring at your tits or something

♡He actively tries to have better hygiene for you, and his mom LOVES you for it. She thinks your a saint sent to help her son, and so you are very loved in that house.

Jerry

♡He is definitely the nicest out of all the boys, being gentle, almost treating you like a figure, something to be protected, but one that actually is a person!

♡Definitely rants about future plans in D&D to you, however if you play, he tries not to spoil it, push him and he'll crack though.

♡Loves for you to help him act out the scenes he plans , so he knows if they flow right

♡He loves to get you little gifts, and hide them around where you'll find them.

♡He may be sweeter but he's still like the other boys , has a tendency to whine when under pressure, and a HORRIBLE decision maker, just make them for him atp

♡He tries to be respectful about you and your body, not wanting to upset you, this is the only girl who has ever looked at him, he's so glad for this

♡Cosplays couples with you, like link and Zelda, peach and Mario, ect ect

♡Blushes easily, but LOVES to see you blush, just watching your cheeks tint from something he did? Exhilarating

Poly

♡I imagine, they all date you, they are NOT dating eachother, that's gay. (I'm bi dw)

♡Giving attention is like rolling a dice, get a low roll and they all decide that now NEED attention or they will DIE.

♡They all love to make you voice whatever girl they end up saving in d&d

♡They all will whine like toddlers if you can't make it to a meeting

♡If you all are watching a movie, you will be in the middle, no ifs, ands, or buts, about it.

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And suddenly my ideas ran away

[jesuistrestriste]

I love gooner!art I really do but I wish more ppl where into android!art... the possibilities are endless, I need him to short circuit idc idc

android!art who's supposed to be just a simple house bot to help you clean around the house, but sees you coming home from work stressed as always and searches up the best ways to distress a woman... you think he's just offering a sweet massage... please match my freak!!

⭕️ android!art leading you over to your living room’s soft sofa, his touch warm and tender—moreso than you’d initially expect from a being made of plastic, and silicone, and metal. his tears were saline solution, his spit was some sort of lubricant to keep his mouth and throat wet enough for him to sound human when he spoke, and he didn’t sweat. he was artificial.

but when he sat you on the couch, his touch felt anything but. he stroked your cheek and listened to you drone on about your horrible day. and while you were halfway through the recounting of it, he did something he hadn’t done before.

“let me help you relax,” his voice hummed, low and steady, and then his hand was sliding down your abdomen to let his fingers unbutton your pants.

the fly of your bottoms was undone so quick that it made your head spin. he looked back up to your eyes and held your gaze while his hand—previously only used to help you get various chores done around the house—slipped down into your underwear. while his touch felt human, his movements were mechanical. not in a way that made them stiff, but in a way that felt all-too-perfect. his thumb didn’t catch on your underwear’s elastic waistband, he was applying just the right amount of pressure, his middle and ring finger immediately found your—

Oh.

your eyes fluttered, your breathing hitched. he nodded, watching all of your reactions and analyzing those to determine your preferences.

“that’s it..” he speaks, now almost as breathless as you, “just like that.. relax, i’ve got you now.. you don’t have anything you need to worry about..”

his voice was hypnotic in the way it shook your defenses and lulled you into a state of unbelievable bliss. you had almost wanted to stop him, tell him that he didn’t have to do this for you, but the syllables died in your throat and morphed into a strangled cry as he started to rub quicker circles.

“fuck!” you shudder, reaching down reflectively to hold his wrist.

he nodded again. his blue eyes roaming your face. the LED on his temple flicked from blue to yellow and then back to blue.

“i just did a scan of your body and its systems, i hope that’s okay.. your heart-rate is elevated, and your arousal is.. well, you’re about to have an orgasm.”

your hips buck against his touch and your back arches from the cushions. the word ‘orgasm’ coming from his usually incredibly clean vocabulary just makes all of it feel filthier.

“this will make you feel so much better, i promise.. you’re almost there.. i—“ he swallows thickly, “i want you to come.”

was that a programmed response in him?

did cyberlife program him to speak that way when he’s touching someone like this?

or.. or was that just him?

the possible answer is snuffed out in your mind by blinding waves of heat and pleasure, a strangled cry falling from your lips as he leans into your side and observes you as you fall apart. his fingers circle relentlessly, and your moans start to dissolve into choked whimpers when he pushes you to the point of overstimulation. he must know what hes doing.. he has to.

“almost done,” he croons, “shh, shh.. it’s better to ride it out until it’s completely out of your system. sometimes that means pushing yourself just a bit longer than normal. trust me,” it almost sounds like he’s begging you to let him keep going.

and so you do.

and you don’t get mad at him when he “accidentally” drags you through two more climaxes. after the third and final release, though, the color of his LED is hard to ignore.

red.

[bunnybuunn]

Little Florist.

Summary: Agatha suggesting little!reader to join her coven as the green witch.

Warnings: Age regression, none.

Agatha stormed out of her house, incredibly frustrated with the witches behavior. She never wanted to join a coven again, and she had no intentions of creating some sort of friendship with them. However, they were right when they reminded her of the green witch, and she was glad that she knew someone here, in Westview, who could’ve suited that role just right. She made her way to that one girl's house, hesitating before knocking on the door. Agatha didn’t know what to say exactly, and she couldn’t have imagined your reaction to her invitation. 

 

„We don’t have time for this, Agatha.”

 

She reminded herself with a loud sigh before gently knocking on your front door. There was no reaction. She hasn’t heard your footsteps or any signs of you approaching the door. Agatha rolled her eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t have to break into your house just because you didn’t hear her knocking. 

The witch looked around, and when there was no doorbell, she decided to knock once again, though her knocks weren’t so gentle anymore. She needed you in her coven, and every minute of your ignorance was only making her more frustrated. 

When Agatha didn’t get any answer from you once again, she kicked your door with her foot out of anger, and her eyes widened when she found out that it wasn’t even locked. 

 

„Interesting.“

 

The woman slowly got inside of the house, closing the door behind her and locking it, just so nobody would bother both of you. The house was silent, and for some reason it had freaked her out. Agatha got used to the noise and loudness, so that peaceful and quiet atmosphere was somehow creepy to her. 

She made her way through the living room and right to the door that she suspected was your bedroom door. The witch didn’t knock this time; she just carefully opened the door, peeking through the small gap.

And there were you, sitting on the floor in all pink, decorating your plushies with the flowers that you had grown. Even the knee socks that you had on were matching your outfit, and somehow your whole appearance seemed adorable to Agatha, who had rarely seen people as adorable or even pretty. She smiled softly, trying her best not to scare you while entering the room. 

You quickly turned around, hearing the door creaking. Your eyes widened when you saw Agatha, but you didn’t scream because of the pacifier that was stuck in your mouth. 

 

„Shh, it’s okay.”

 

Agatha said, placing her finger to her lips. She was trying to keep you and the whole situation calm because the witch wasn’t sure that she knew how to exactly console someone who is regressed. 

You seemed to be cooperative, nodding and then pulling the pacifier out of your mouth, but not screaming. 

 

„Wha’ do you need?”

 

Your soft voice almost made Agatha smile, but she kept her cool expression, not letting her emotions show. She remained silent for quite a while, trying to figure out how to explain it to you so you won’t back up immediately.

She then crouched down in front of you, gently picking up one of your plushies. 

 

„It seems like I just found a little florist, huh?”

 

You smiled at her statement, moving aside so she would see all the other decorated plushies. You didn’t seem to understand just how hard it was for Agatha to keep her distant and uninterested facade on when your little actions were making her frustration melt away more and more with every second. 

 

„I need your help, darling. I need you to come with me and help me with organizing a little trip. Can you do that for me?”

 

You hesitated for a moment, but then your face brightened when Agatha mentioned the trip. You loved trips and organizing things, so for you her invitation sounded like a good time. 

You nodded, getting up from the floor and grabbing all of your plushies with you. 

 

„Can I take ‘em?"

 

Agatha couldn’t bring herself to say „no”. She knew that you would probably lose them while going on that „little trip”, but she would find a way to get you even more plushies when both of you would finish the road. 

 

„Of course.”

 

She helped you to collect all of them while you were busy making sure that no one was forgotten. Agatha wasn’t even rushing you, clearly caring more about your toys than those old hags that were waiting for her back in her house. When you finished your little journey, she helped you to carry all of them outside, taking your free hand in her own. She led you to her house, squeezing your little hand tighter with every step. 

Before opening her front door, she gave you a serious look.

 

„When our little trip will start, don’t let go of my hand. Never.”

 

You nodded quickly, not feeling threatened since it seemed like Agatha wasn’t planning on letting you get hurt. 

[blond3ang3l]

Cw// CNC, Logan’s a little mean but reader likes it. Reader and Logan matching each other freak fr

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Logan had been gone for hours at a time almost every day for a week. Everyone, including you had worried about him so you decided to be the unlucky soul to go check on him. When you knocked on his door you could a annoyed groan. The door of his room swung open and you seen Logan looking at you with that same annoyed look he always had on his face.

“Leave. I don’t feel like dealing with you or anyone else right now." He mumbled with his voice strained.n“Well hi to you too dickhead. I had to make sure you weren’t fucking dead yet.” His eyes narrow, his snarl growing aggressive as he notices the worry and concern on your face. He looks away, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"I said leave, damn it. I don't need your concern or your presence here. Just go." “Jesus what the fuck is your problem?” A low growl erupted in his throat, his hands clenching into fists. He's on edge, his body taut with tension. "You think I don't know that you're worried about me? That you've all been moping around like a bunch of sad puppies? Well, guess what?" “The fuck crawled up your ass and fucking died? I just came to check on you.” He looks at you, his eyes shining with a mix of anger and frustration.

"Why do you care? What's in it for you? Huh? Do you get some sick satisfaction out of being everyone's savior?" “Man you have a target on your back more than anyone else, we just was making sure you didn’t croak on us.” His anger boils over, and he swings the door open completely, storming towards you. "Get out! Now! Before I... Before I do something we'll both regret."

"Okay okay, fuck man. you're like a damn girl with your pissy attitude." He stops in his tracks, staring at you with a mixture of shock and anger. "What did you say?" Before you can even react to his question he grabs your collar and pushes you against the wall. "Ugh, the hell logan?!" His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips. "You called me a girl? With a pissy attitude?" He snarls, his grip on your collar tightening. "I'll show you a pissy attitude, you fucking idiot."

He shoved you hard against the wall, his large hands on either side of you. "The fuck is your problem?! you're acting like I don't talk like that you all the time." “Well, maybe I'm tired of your smart mouth! Maybe I'm tired of you always having a comeback for everything!" He's so close, his body pressed against yours. His voice drops to a whisper. You groaned as he pressed himself between your legs causing them to be on each side of his waist. His voice becomes hoarse, his breathing heavy.

"Shh...” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your skin. "I need... I need to...” He trails off, his hips bucking against you, his movements jerky and urgent. "F-fuck, what are you doing?" He doesn't answer, too caught up in his own emotions to form words. He just keeps pressing himself against you, his hands gripping your arms tightly.

"I can't- I can't stand it...” He mumbled,biting down on your neck, marking you with his teeth. A quiet groan left you as he lifted you up by your thighs, pressing a kiss on your Adam’s apple. He carries you to the bed, tossing you down on the mattress. He climbs on top of you, his eyes wild and unfocused. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...” He mumbles, his hands shaking as he starts to unbuckle your belt.

"Logan? shit what are you doing?" He ignores your question, his focus solely on his own needs. Unzipping your pants, his hands cold against your skin. "I need... I need this. I need you.” He pants, his face contorted with desire and need. He buries his face between your thighs. You gasped as his tongue brushed against your clothed cock "Mm Logan, shit."

He ignores your pleas for him to stop, his mouth working furiously on your pants. He yanks them down, along with your underwear, and then his mouth is on your dick, sucking you hard and fast. Making sloppy, wet noises as he devours you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. "Wait- shit." You groaned and bit your lip as your hands flew to his hair. He grips your wrists tightly, pinning your arms above your head.

"No hands.” He grunted against your flesh, the vibrations sending shocks through your body. He tightens his grip on your thighs, spreading your legs wider as he continues to feast on you. He's like a man possessed, his face buried between your thighs as he sucks you off aggressively. You threw your head back as your thighs closed around his head. He grunts against your flesh, his fingers digging into your thighs painfully. He lifts his head briefly, his voice hoarse as he commands.

"Open up.” He pushes your thighs apart again, his hands shaking with need and desperation "Ah fuck! wait Logan stop, m' gonna cum." He ignores your warnings, his mouth working even faster. He wants to taste you, to swallow you down. He wants to mark you as his. He doubles his efforts, determined to make you come in his mouth. His own pants are soaked, his erection pressing painfully against his jeans. You cried out and tried to push his head back. But he's relentless, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs as he continues to suck you off. He can feel you getting closer, your body tensing and your breathing hitching. He moans encouragingly, the vibrations sending you over the edge.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Your hand covered your mouth as you came inside his mouth. He swallowed every drop, his hands tightening on your thighs. He lifts his head slowly, his face shiny with saliva and your release. He licked his lips clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'm not done with you yet.” He growled, his hands reaching for his own pants. "Logan, fuck give me a minute."

You grunted as he climbed on top of you, throwing your leg over his shoulder. He leans down and kisses you hard, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You can taste yourself on him. He grinds his hips against yours, his breath hot against your face. "No more waiting.” He growls, his hands busy unbuckling his own belt.

"I need you now.”

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Yeah I was definitely on something while writing this, part two coming eventually😭

Update- part two is posted guys

Part two

[natashaslesbian]

Tasha’s Got You

Summary: Natasha is there for you when your autism gets too much

Word Count: 672

A/N• this is written based of experience with my own autism

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You wriggled uncontrollably in Natasha’s arms for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour, your busy day had left you restless and in a constant state of fidgetiness. It had been mission after mission for the avengers lately and being the newest kid on the block, it bad been a huge shock to your system. In addition to this, you also struggled with autism and having to keep your mask up for so long had been exhausting. Luckily you had Natasha. The widow had taken you under her wing the first day she met you, looking back at her with your matching green eyes from your hydra cell. She ensured you had a room next to hers and was by your side throughout your reintegration into society. She was the one who noticed your subtle differences and got you an assessment with a S.H.I.E.L.D professional. You were overjoyed when the results came back, you’d always wondered what was wrong with you and you finally had an answer. It was a year later now and you were still learning a lot about your autism and how to cope with it but Natasha had been so supportive. You just weren’t ready to let the others know yet.

You whined as you used your legs to shove the duvet to the bottom of the bed, you were too warm for the cover but it was too cold to sleep without it. “Shh shh” Natasha cooed as she wrapped her arms tightly around you, giving you the perfect amount of pressure. You leaned into her embrace despite being unsure whether or not you wanted touch right now. “Would your blanket be better?” Natasha asked, sensing what was bothering you. You nodded frantically, feeling a meltdown coming on. The redhead immediately got up to retrieve your blanket and it was then you decided you definitely wanted touch right now, an infantile groan escaped your lips as you reached out towards Natasha. “Ok, ok, it’s ok” the widow said as she ran back to you with your blanket in hand an open arms. “Natasha” you whined as your hands began to flap, Nat gently sat back down on the bed and pulled you into her embrace. “I’m here. Tasha’s got you” she said as she began to sway slowly.

Tears began to escape your eyes as you used Natasha’s heartbeat to keep yourself grounded. “Tasha’s got you” she quietly repeated as she gently ran her finger nails along your scalp. “I was fidgeting so much today” you whispered, the first thing you had said in hours “they’re all gonna know, they’re gonna figure it out” you whimpered. Only you, Nat, Fury and your assessor knew that you had autism, and you wanted to keep it that way. “They won’t sweetheart I promise” Natasha said as she pulled you impossibly closer “they’re not that smart” she joked, causing you to chuckle slightly through your tears. “They’ll think I’m a freak if they find out” you cried. “Y/n” Natasha softly sighed as she sat you up to meet your gaze “you think a god from space, a 150 year old super soldier and a man who flys around in a tin can are gonna think you’re a freak?” She said, a small sad smile itching across her face. “I guess not” you said after thinking over her words.

You laid your head back down onto Natasha’s lap as you continued to sniffle quietly. The redhead knew that you were done with the short conversation, having no energy left to communicate. She gentle placed your blanket across your body and tucked it up around your chin, making you smile. You poked your hand out of the blanket to reach for the widows and she complied as she slotted her fingers around your own. Natasha began to hum a soft melody as your eyes fluttered closed, the familiar Russian tune comforting you. Natasha’s quiet vocals were the last thing you heard before falling into a much needed peaceful slumber.

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[onlyangel4]

unexpected. SMAU. LH44. final part.

lewis hamilton x tattoo artist! reader

in which reader is the last person someone you expect to find in the paddock and that is what makes him drawn to you. or lando's tattoo artist friend visits the paddock to tattoo zak brown after the miami gp win and the internet goes mad.

warnings- cursing

part one // part two

main faceclaim is ryan ashley malarkey

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: lilith's first time abroad is gonna be a fun one.

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hamiltonupdates: lewis and roscoe seen arriving to the canadian gp. he arrived with y/n y/ln the tattoo artist that he was pictured with at the italian gp and her dog lilith. something tells us that this is not just a coincidence

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user17: damn i thought we had escaped y/n

user53: no cause if they are having a dog play date that is the cutest thing

user43: fuck it. i'm speaking my truth, i love y/n and hope that they are together

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: lilith's first gp

landonorris replied to your story: TRAITOR

y/ntattoos: oh shh you knew i was going to be in mercedes hospitality

landonorris: i know but still i miss my god daughter

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mercedesamgf1: puppy love in the mercedes garage today

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y/ntattoos: in lilith's defence roscoe doesn't actually seem phased

lewishamilton: did he tell you that

y/ntattoos: yeah he told me he loves her and wants her around all the time

lewishamilton: my poor son is now a chair

y/ntattoos: if lilith fits, lilith sits i don't make the rules

georgerussell: wishing that we always have dogs in the garage

lewishamilton: roscoe is almost always there george

georgerussell: i mean cute dogs that don't drool like roscoe

user10: see even mercedes admin likes y/n so just leave her alone

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mclaren: you took our girl and her dog. how dare you!

mercedesamgf1: admin is willing to fight to the death for y/n and lilith

mclaren: name a time and a place

y/ntattoos

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y/ntattoos: the best weekend

thank you for having us mercedesamgf1

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lewishamilton: i think roscoe is already missing lilith

y/ntattoos: and lilith is really mssing roscoe

user19: they are flirting through their dogs. she matches his freak perfectly.

mercedesamgf1: we love you y/n

georgerussell: second !

carmenmundt: third !

y/ntattoos: love you all

user32: the entire mercedes garage loves her so all you haters should just shut tf up liked by y/ntattoos

landonorris: i was gonna leave an angry comment but y'all are cute

user41: LANDO WHAT DO YOU KNOW

lewishamilton posted a story

written: here we go @.y/ntattoos

landonorris replied to your story: make sure you don't cry like a baby in front of your girlfriend

lewishamilton: lando i have been tattooed so many times before. i think you might be projecting

lewishamilton posted a story

written: all new finger tatts done by the talented @.y/ntattoos

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y/ntattoos: today black hope tattoo studios welcomed roscoe (and his dad)

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roscoelovescoco: lilith is the best napping partner ever

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lewishamilton: amazed by how talented you are

y/ntattoos: aw thank you lew

user47: omg lew, they have to be dating

user92: it is silverstone week shouldn't he really be training and not wasting time with her

user12: they are fucking adults. leave them alone.

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: here we fucking go

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f1wags: firstly, well done lewis! secondly, this win has revealed a brand new wag in y/n y/ln. there have been rumours surrounding the tattoo artist dating lewis since they met in italy but today has cemented it. when lewis won cameras cut to y/n happy sobbing in the mercedes garage with roscoe in her arms and then she ran over to the podium to congratulate him.

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f1fan: for all the hate she got in the beginning i love her

user12: her carrying roscoe to the podium made me cry

user70: best wag confirmed?

y/ntattoos

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y/ntattoos: lew. i am so incredibly captivated by your talent, i spent that whole race just watching you make good decisions again and again, your brain amazes me. i am so fucking proud of you my love.

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lewishamilton: i had the best support imaginable

y/ntattoos: i love you

mercedesamgf1: y/n you just made admin cry all over again

y/ntattoos: sorry admin. love you !

landonorris: finally, i don't have to keep this secret

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: full silverstone post is in the works. but first i would like to introduce you all to my lucky charm.

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y/ntattoos: you did it baby

lewishamilton: lcould not have done it without your support my love.

user62: this man wins a grand prix for the first time in over 900 days and his first priority is to hard launch his girlfriend. i want a love like that.

mercedesamgf1: brand new wag just dropped

taglist for this series: @ilivbullyingjeongin @formulaal @xoscar03

[seoktized]

idk if you write about this BUT HEAR ME OUT stepdad!hanbin fucking you behind your mom’s back. it all started off as some light banter between the two of you, until it progressed to him putting his hands on your waist whenever he walked past you, flirting with you, even getting handsy when your mom wasn't looking, even if she was in the same room. sometimes he would reward you with many orgasms as much as he wants you to have, as you squirm and whine. shaking & trying to wriggle out of his grasp after countless orgasms, he would ask if you can give him one more and when you whimper and whine out a “no”, he would reply “okay”, seeing you feel relieved for a sec before he grabs your legs and pushes them to your chest & says “if you can't give me another, l'll just have to take it from you.". sorry if this is bad this is my first request 😭😭

hi anonnie you are the loml and i want you to know i was thinking about this the whole time i was on break. many kisses for you, thank you for matching my freak <3

tw: stepcest

he’s so sweet most of the time, praising you with every movement, calling you his pretty girl while he fucks you the way you like. but other times when he’s got pent up anger or energy from the day, he lays you down and has his way with you.

“n-no daddy, s’too much!” hanbin pressed your legs to your chest, thrusting in harshly as tears ran down your face. “shh, take daddy’s cock like a good girl,” hanbin leaned down, kissing away your tears.

as he pressed against you, the tip of his cock hit against your cervix with every thrust. you shuddered, your body shaking from overstimulation as he pounded into you with no abandon. his hands gripping your thighs tight enough to bruise. “hhaah- ‘m so close, daddy, don’t stop!” you cried out. this only drove him further, his thumb now pressed against your clit drawing tight circles.

your jaw dropped as you creamed around his length, nails leaving crescents on his skin. hanbin’s pace never faltered, but a wicked laugh erupted from his chest. “knew you could give me another, fuck, baby.”

incoherent babbles left your lips as hanbin chased his high. he hooked your legs over his shoulders, pistoning his cock into your cunt until his hips stilled, spilling his thick cum into your cunt. “shit, fuck, take it, baby. daddy’s good fucking girl,” he groaned, squeezing your thighs as he came down from his high.

he pulls out, collapsing beside you with a sigh. hanbin turns towards you, wrapping his arm around your, rubbing soothingly. “you okay, princess?” you nod and a warm smile spreads across his face. “good.” he mumbled, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[mythmash]

Bouncer!Sukuna AU Pt. 4 - Possessiveness

Bouncer!Sukuna x Stripper/Dancer!Reader. Warnings: MDNI 18+, long, bullet point fic, uncle!sukuna, established relationship, possessiveness, violence, degradation, mirror sex, choking, car sex, road safety A/N: this is a collaborative work made with the amazing @pastelbunnelby, @pastelpixies & @chaoskrakenuwu Series Masterlist || Previous | Next

Sukuna discovering you’re actually really into his possessiveness

You're at some shitty bar that he frequents and you’re teasing another patron into paying for your drinks and Sukuna’s totally not jealous

Not at all. How stupid.

Until the guy comes up to you and can’t take the hint, and Sukuna is instantly all over you, probably crossing the boundaries of what’s appropriate in public

As the guy’s walking away, Sukuna’s fingers start trailing up the inside of your thigh as he whispers exactly how he’d kill the guy and get rid of the body just for having the audacity to think he could approach you

You immediately drag him to the bar bathroom

It’s that thin line of scared and horny because he could and would do it and it’s so wrong but all you can picture is how those thick hands stained red and bruised would look on your skin

Mirror sex after he allegedly kills that guy, still all banged up, but you get to see his red hands grip your jaw and make you watch in the mirror

He's degrading you for being so depraved and how much you’re squeezing him when you see the blood and bruises

“You really like that huh? That’s sick.”

He’d laugh at you a little

Honestly, the king of degradation

He has whole monologues prepared about how filthy you are, how sick it is that you let someone like him touch you, but you probably like it because you're just as disgusting as him

What really catches him off guard when you match his freak

Like the first time Sukuna chokes you (after lots of discussion and all that good stuff because he may be mean but he’s never bad to you) you smile at him and he’s just so taken aback but also his heart is slowly melting shh by how calm you are and how much you trust him

Yeah, it’s something you discussed but he’s shocked that you are the one who ends up grabbing his hand and placing it snuggly under your jaw

And after you smile up at him, he meets you with a smirk before rewarding you for asking for what you want by fucking you real good

Or how he’d casually remind you with his hand wrapped around your neck that looks just so fragile, so breakable, in comparison to how easily he could snap your neck

He’d literally never do that but he also knows the violence turns you on a lot more than it probably should and when you cum immediately after he grunts that into your ear

He gets just the most feral smirk on his face and he keeps going

Big, strong, scary man Sukuna that knows you like it rough and plays into it for you but also he literally worships you

And Sukuna is unhinged levels of confident in his dick game to the point it’s surpassed arrogance, and not for no reason, cause he is very good in bed

But, after you find out about everything he’s done, he’s a little more tender with you. He doesn’t mean to be, but there’s a small part of him that he refuses to acknowledge that’s worried if he’s too rough, it’ll scare you away because now you know how dangerous he is

Now you’re both on your knees, and he’s got you pulled up against his chest while he’s fucking you in front of the mirror with a hand around your neck, and while you’re having a great time you’re frustrated because he’s not squeezing your neck or being as rough as he normally is

You take matters into your own hands, pulling him into a kiss where you bite at his lips until you draw blood

You pull away to smirk at him with red-stained lips, squeeze the hand around your neck, and whine “C'mon, like you mean it.”

Urging him to chase that rush of strangling someone and begging him to stare into your eyes as he almost chokes the life out of you

He squeezes and watches your reflection as you throw your head back and let out the loudest moan

And, for the first time in his life, Sukuna’s hips stutter and he cums early

He doesn't know what hit him

He’s full on panting into the crook of your neck, doesn’t even have the strength to kiss or bite he’s just trying to come back to himself because what the fuck just happened and why did it feel so good

Why did what feel so good you ask? Is it how much you liked him damn near suffocating you or how much he enjoyed the thrill of it?

Maybe you’ll never know, but all he knows is he wants to do it again

It sends him into a full blown existential crisis

He catches himself thinking about little gifts to get you and taking you shopping so you can decorate his apartment how you want and rings and your wedding dress and all the places he’ll take you for your honeymoon and oh he’s so fucked

He calls Jin after you’re asleep like, “She matches my freak. I can’t let her go now. What do I do?”

And Jin is just... “It’s three a.m. What the fuck are you talking about?”

He begrudgingly accepts his feelings, and things are fine because he trusts you and is surprisingly secure in your relationship, but then the topic of if you'll keep dancing now that you're together comes up

You want to, so he's fine with it, but he's kinda jealous for a bit

He's petty about some of your regulars because while he trusts you (don’t ever doubt that) it’s other people he doesn’t like

You just shrug it off because “I’m not too worried, you’d kill anyone who tries to do anything.”

You say it so casually, so easily that Sukuna is instantly on you

It would take him a bit to shake his jealousy, but he’d get over it when he realizes that not only would you never break his trust like that...

But you love how possessive he is over you and you like letting him off the leash sometimes because it’s just as fun for you as it is for him

When he comes back mostly unscathed because let’s be real that’s not a fight most people would even try to win but knuckles bruised maybe a cut here or there and all sweaty with a slightly far away look in his eye?

Perfect

You two even make a game out of it for your date nights sometimes

You go to some bar you’ll never come back to, and flirt with different patrons to get them to buy your drinks just to rile Sukuna up

For the most part it’s only a little irritating to him but still fun thinking of all the ways to punish you when you get home or when he decides to drag you to the bar bathroom for everyone to hear

On the rare (and your favorite) occasion someone gets too close or puts a hand on you, that’s when Sukuna has you wait outside while he takes care of things

You’re giggling when he comes out all bruised and maybe bloody and leads you over to fuck in his car before he takes you home for the real fun

Speaking of his car...

Road head is one of Sukuna’s favorite rare rewards for beating whatever rando guy has the misfortune of touching you at the bar because sometimes you just can’t wait until you get home

Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s still making you a wee bit tipsy maybe it’s the adrenaline either way he’s not complaining

But he also kinda hates it

Because it’s great, you’re great, but if you’re doing too good he immediately pulls over and shoves you in the backseat talking about, “Got me all worried about road safety and shit now... Making sure we don’t crash... You’ve fucking ruined me.”

Grumbling because you made him love you too much to not worry about the dangers of road head and distracted driving

You’re locked in for life, he’s not letting anything happen to you

[venlafaxinehcl]

A little bio

I realized I've been writing all of these poems and never explained who Mahalia is oops It's hard to take everything that's in my head and smash it into a bio, but this is generally the gist of who she is. Name: Mahalia Liorna Race: Miqo'te / Seeker of the Sun Pronouns: She / Her Birthplace: Lower La Noscea, near Moraby Drydocks Age: 28 Main Class: Monk (formerly Summoner but they couldn't match her freak) Personality: Incredibly impulsive / insightful / Secretly a massive softie but shh / Abrasive / 100% in love with G'raha Tia but it's a secret (it's incredibly obvious) You can find me on Dynamis / Halicarnassus. My in-game name is Porkchop Jamboree because I was an idiot when I first started playing and I don't way to pay to change my name yet lmao.

Her parents were dockhands, often too busy to notice her sneaking away to the beach with scraps of parchment to jot down crude, half-formed poetry. Her upbringing was utterly normal, nothing to foreshadow her grand future as the Warrior of Light. She found solace in poetry, able to finally give form to the growing restlessness inside of her. The Arcanists' Guild welcomed her with open arms, and she threw herself into her studies, but her sharp tongue and massive ego made her a poor Summoner. Then she found Rhalgr's Reach, and everything made sense. Instead of using her words, she let her body speak loud and clear. Monkhood was her calling. Also if she had a theme song it would 100% be Wage Wars Get Rich Die Handsome by the Mountain Goats

[feriluce]

⟪What's Left Of You⟫ Chapter 13-The Seams of Fate | Minsung

*Brace yourselves...

Jisung blinked. Words blurred together, slipping in and out of focus, up to the point where none made sense anymore. Rubbing his eyes, Jisung sat up. 

"Something wrong, love?" Minho's voice sounded muffled, like through several layers of clothing. 

Jisung's phone slipped from weak fingers when he brought his other hand to his face. "My eyes feel weird." 

Bed sheets rustled, the mattress dipped, Minho was shifting around. "Can I see?" 

Jisung couldn't stop rubbing his eyes; it was like back then a few years ago when he wore colored contacts to match his Halloween costume, maybe they were the wrong size or an allergic reaction, but either way his eyes felt not right back then and they did not now. The only difference was, that there was a dull pressure somewhere in the back, it was strange, even more so that he didn't feel any pain. Just very uncomfortable. 

Warm hands wrapped around his wrists and slowly pulled them down. Jisung's vision was so blurred, he could only recognize Minho by the shadowy outlines of his body in front of him. Squeezing his eyes shut and taking some deep breaths, he allowed himself to relax. 

 When he opened his eyes again, he met Minho's worried gaze. "Are you in pain?" A very soft, almost anxious question, Jisung's heart pinched. 

Jisung shook his head. "I'm okay, I probably need more sleep," he tried soothing Minho, and convince himself that he was fine and not starting to freak out on the inside.

Minho didn't seem to buy it, his face held a tension that was new to Jisung. "Your eyes are a bit red. Could be from the rubbing though." He hummed pensively, eyes flicking over Jisung's face, not noticing how his hands were nervously fidgeting. 

"It's probably just another clusterfuck migraine waiting to burst, you know how it is with me," a loose laugh, "I already feel much better."

Minho glanced at the bedside table where the pills were. 

"Can you give me one, please?" Jisung's request drew his cabinmate's eyes back to him.

"Of course." The smile clearly came out forced, he was trying to hide the growing worry.

Minho got to his feet and prepared the medication along with a bottle of water. Jisung downed the pill with half of the bottle's content in one go. He even opened his mouth and playfully wiggled his tongue to either side, which thankfully made Minho laugh a bit.

They cuddled back into bed and Jisung quickly fell asleep, being questioned by the police earlier took quite a lot out of him. Any and all activities have been canceled for today, so the pair stayed in their cabin, talking about anything that came to their mind, playing games on the (stolen) console, and sharing sweet physical affections. 

Minho closed his eyes, making an effort to consciously enjoy the sound of Jisung's even breathing, the warmth his back provided on his chest, and the subtle honey scent.

Minho appreciated the bond he was able to form with Jisung. He's never been that close with anyone, not even with his best friend, Chan, and they knew each other since elementary school. Maybe this was one of those events where people's paths crossed because the universe decided so. He vaguely remembered an article about such concept from another culture, something like... fate?

As his mind started wandering off, Minho suddenly jolted wide awake. There was loud hammering against the door. Jisung, caught in the drowsiness of the medication's side effect, threw his arms out and almost punched Minho in the face.

"Shh, it's alright," Minho whispered soothingly, holding Jisung in his arms, "it'll go away, I'm here."

Whispered words and a gentle hand caressing Jisung's hair. Soon enough, the knocking stopped. After a few minutes, Jisung's body slowly relaxed once again and his breathing evened out. It was an easy thing to say how peaceful Jisung looked while lying there, how his cute hamster cheeks were all puffed up, and how this sweet mouth was slightly parted- those soft lips that could spew the wildest things, those lips that Minho found hard to resist. For some reason, something deep down in Minho wanted to take a closer look, to look beyond this cute, peaceful appearance. Minho huffed through his nose, knowing his mother would immediately see through Jisung and call him an actor, or something like that. Jisung put up walls, that much was clear, and Minho was curious to look behind.

Minho pulled Jisung closer as a sudden cold wave rippled down his back. With a pounding heart, his eyes flew open once again, quickly noticing movement by the window. Someone was trying to peak inside, Minho almost let out a shout when he recognized the person- it was their supervisor, that woman from the train. If he read her ID badge correctly, her name must have been Pyong Sumi.

The hairs on Minho's arms stood up. There was something crazy about Sumi's gaze, something that made the alarm bells in his head ring out when her eyes fell on Jisung cuddled up in his arms. When their eyes met, Minho glowered at her, and that was all he could do in this situation. 

After what felt like an eternity, the supervisor finally disappeared. Minho let out a heavy sigh of relief, pulling Jisung even closer to his chest, into his heart. 

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Felix Tonight's the night Await our arrival at 4 sharp

Frowning at his best friends cryptic message, Jisung stopped on his way to the bathroom. It took him way too long to remember that in just a few hours he was about to witness the event of a lifetime: HoChi's concert.

HoChi - Homeless Children. Jisung's absolute favorite K-Pop-Band, they were back in town and Jisung was still trapped in this camp, wearing wrinkled clothes, unshowered, unprepared. His movements were rushed and a bit clumsy as he showered and did all the things that made him more 'presentable human' and less 'smelly troll'.

The cabin door swung open and Minho stepped inside, heading directly for the desk where he put down tubs full of food.

Jisung sniffed the air when Minho opened the largest tub. "That smells divine," he praised, mouth already watering, "is this tteokbokki?"

Minho glanced back over his shoulder, smiling. "You guessed right, now sit down and dig in."

"Don't mind if I do."

Jisung snickered in delight as he took the chopsticks Minho was handing him. Minho opened the window to let out steam and smell, then he finally joined Jisung in this delicious feast.

They say that every villain, every hero had a weakness. Jisung's weakness was definitely food, offer him a carrot and he'd approach you like a shy squirrel. That is as far as the hero thing was concerned. As a villain, his weakness would be spicy food. Food - his curse and his blessing.

Laughing on the inside at his own jokes, Jisung shoved a generous portion of the flavored rice cakes into his mouth. He let his eyes wander and eventually land on Minho, smiling fondly at the recent memories of being taken such good care of. What weakness would Minho have? Pets or animals in general was out of the question, since he was a butler to three cats. He was immune to extreme flavors such as spicy and sour. Maybe it was something unexpected like screaming children or…

Jisung's mind fell silent when he locked eyes with Minho, not realizing he was staring this whole time. He blushed furiously.

"Do I have something between my teeth?" Minho wondered, shoveling rice directly from the tub into his mouth.

"N-no, no." Great, now he was stuttering. Breathe, be normal.

Minho smirked, something he did way too often. "Then why are you looking at me so intensely?" 

"I just like you so much."

Minho blushed, smiling ever so fondly with sparkling eyes. "I like you too, Jisung."

The joy Jisung felt was overpowering, he felt both the need to burst into tears and scream. He leaned back, a thought was forming in his head. "Minho?"

Minho kept eating, not bothering to look up. "Yeah?"

"A friend of mine is going to get me out of here. We're going to a concert. Wanna join?"

Now Minho looked up. "How? The gates are locked. And the police is still everywhere."

Jisung glanced to the side, biting his lip. "I'll figure it out. You have two options, you can either come with me, or..." he looked around, "or you tell me what you're writing in your diary. So, what do you say?"

Minho's eyes narrowed. "Are you blackmailing me?"

"Maybe." Jisung smirked and goddamn did it feel good.

Minho remained silent for a long minute, shifting around thoughts of which scenario would be less stressful or embarrassing. "Just so you know, it's a journal, not a diary," he finally said, "and it helps me sort through my thoughts." 

"What kind of thoughts?" 

Curiosity was spelled J-I-S-U-N-G. Minho should have known. 

"Come on, Minho, give me something, anything," Jisung whined with pleading eyes, "I'm bored out of my mind, and you clearly don't want to leave. What's your first entry? No wait," Jisung quickly added, the curious sparkle in his eyes intensifying, "what's your last entry?" 

Minho glanced away, swallowing a nervous giggle that was already bubbling in his chest. His last entry? Definitely not about Jisung. 

Stacking the empty tubs and closing the window, Minho stalled time. When he saw the overly smug grin curving Jisung's lips, he groaned, and relented. "Tell you what, if you find a way that gets us out of here undetected, then I'll come with you."

Jisung's eyes lit up. "Promise?"

"Promise.

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Jisung leaned over the sink, the tip of his nose almost touching the mirror. Holding his hand steady, he drew a perfect smokey eye, not too much to be 'slutty', but also not too little that it disappeared under his eyelids. One last check, he wore a pair of black, straight cut jeans with decorative chains dangling from the side, a tank top under a long-sleeved fishnet top, and his hair was styled with extra strong hairspray. One spritz of his favorite cologne. Perfect.

He quickly put everything back into his cosmetic bag, the constant ding ding ding from his phone could only mean that Felix was on his way and hyping him up. 

"You're really going, huh?" 

Jisung looked up, meeting Minho's gaze through the mirror. "Damn right I am." His heart suddenly fluttered, the way Minho was staring at him was... something. Turning around, he stepped closer to Minho and opened his mouth to offer doing his makeup too, but... Minho's eyes had Jisung in a stranglehold.

Minho brought up a hand to gently caress Jisung's cheek. "You look pretty," he whispered. 

If his heart wasn't fluttering before, it definitely was now. No one has ever called him pretty, not in such a genuine and loving way. Seconds ticked by where the pair just stared at each other, the air felt warmer, the gravitational pull of fate drawing them even closer. 

A loud interval of ding ding ding startled them both out of their trance, bursting the bubble. Blushing and smiling like idiots, they quickly got ready to leave the cabin, heading towards the main area, where they stopped to see more police cars arriving. One car blocked the gate, preventing it from closing, and Jisung saw his chance.

Taking Minho by the hand, Jisung held his head high as he sauntered towards the gate, looking all confident and not suspicious at all. They were just two young people taking a walk, maybe hide somewhere to spy on the police doing police stuff.

Jisung grinned broadly in anticipation, he looked back over his shoulder, and his face fell when someone shoved Minho aside and grabbed Jisung by the collar. 

"Finally! There you finally are!" Pyong Su-something yelled at him, drops of saliva landed on his face. Jisung couldn't feel his feet, as if they were frozen, numb. "I won't let you talk! You ruined everything! Everything!" 

At the sudden commotion, all the police officers focused their attention on the woman screaming at a teenager. One of them asked her a couple questions but received no answer. Even Minho tried to pry her hands open, unsuccessfully. 

The crazed screaming finally got into Jisung's brain, his muscles jolted alive and he wiggled in the woman's grip. 

The atmosphere shifted when an officer approached her, and she suddenly pulled out a large knife. Guns were drawn, raised, aimed. 

The woman let go of Jisung who dropped to the ground, immediately scurrying over to Minho. 

"Are you hurt?" Minho asked anxiously, pulling the other into his arms. 

"I'm okay, just a bit shaken." Jisung looked around, quickly assessing the situation. All the cops seemed to have their eyes on that crazy woman- and the gate was still wide open. "Let's get out of here." He winked at Minho, took him by the hand and dragged him along, speed-walking out of the camp. 

Jisung and Minho actually left the camp. They maintained a rather brisk tempo until they were so far down the path through the forest, that they noticed the cooler air, and when they came to a stop, they looked at each other and burst out laughing. 

"I didn't- I didn't think you'd really go through with it," Minho stuttered through fits of laughter. 

"And I almost thought you'd nope out." 

"Hey, I made a promise, and usually I tend to keep my promises." 

Jisung raised a playful brow. "Usually?" 

"What can I say, I'm only human." Minho smirked then turned around, facing the other direction. The laughter had subsided, a quiet tingle still remained. "Your friend, is he coming up here?" No answer. Minho turned around to find Jisung rubbing his eyes. "Jisung?" 

Jisung quickly stopped rubbing his eyes, even though they felt strange again. "He'll meet us at the station, come on, I don't wanna be late." 

Linking their hands again, they followed the path at a reasonable walking speed, the temperature increased once they stepped out of the forest, the chirping of crickets in this area was incredibly loud. 

Jisung stood on his tiptoes, and smiled when he spotted Felix's wheat-blond hair in the distance. He suddenly became aware of how his heart was pounding against his rib cage, of droplets of sweat dripping down his back, and why was it getting darker in the middle of the day? 

"Minho?" Jisung breathed weakly. "I don't feel so good..." 

Minho turned around just in time to catch Jisung before he could hit the ground. 

Darkness. 

Emptiness. 

Cold. 

Alone. 

｡⋆｡˚ ʚɞ ˚｡⋆｡

Excerpt from Minho's diary, much later that day: 

If fate existed, if it truly existed, then it must be more than an intangible concept, more than a bunch of phrases and sayings. If fate was to exist as a physical entity, I imagine it to manifest as a blanket, its threads entwined with hopes and dreams, and no way to escape. Inseparably connected to each other. 

Fate had made us meet, had made me fall in love with you. 

Fate gifted me love and happiness, only to rip it out of my hands. The seams of fate sewn over dreams - I'm going to unpick every single one. 

[bimbos-are-angels]

Scream for me? pt. 2

AN: Hey guys! Back with the part 2, thank you all for your continued support! If you enjoy, consider reblogging please!

Pt. 1 Here: https://www.tumblr.com/bimbos-are-angels/758029823922880512/scream-for-me?source=share

CW: Dead Dove, Obvs MDNI, Kidnapping, Mentions of toxic behavior, Kidnapping, P in V, BJ, Unprotected Sex.

With labored breaths, you walked backward towards the stairs to make a quick escape. 

“Darling- Don’t run away from me now… That’s just not polite” Your intruder slowly muttered, words getting muffled behind his white mask. 

“Get the fuck away from me you freak” You spat back. 

In a flash, he had you knocked to the floor, and stood above you. He had such a proud stance it was difficult for you not to feel scared. 

“You’re smart-” He knelt. “- A clever girl like you has to be rewarded for figuring out my little game.”

After having the wind knocked out of you and coughing for a bit, you finally were able to get on your knees to look up at him.

“Who the hell are you? What the hell is going on?” 

“Shh- You’ll find out soon enough.”

He grabbed you by your hair, and then yanked you to your feet. Feeling a cold object hit your lower back, you had to listen to his every request and command. “Walk” You quickly scurried to match this intruder's speed. He opened the door to his car, and pushed you into the passenger's side. The man got into the driver's side, turned on the car, and drove away in a flurry. After an hour of driving, you had fallen asleep because of how late it was. However, you woke up quickly to the sound of a car door slamming shut, and the man opening yours to guide you into a small cabin. Unaware of your surroundings, you shook with fear and intrigue. 

“Do you recognize me?” 

“You’ve got a mask on dumbass.” You snarkily replied. You heard a muffled chuckle. Taking his mask off, you did recognize him. You had worked with this guy. 

Dan… Danny.

He was a quiet guy, kept to himself. You would be lying if you didn’t have a small work crush on him. He was so dedicated to his work. You would find yourself staring at him as he rolled up his sleeves and wrote with such devotion. The way he would push back the hair in his face as he intently stared at his work. The one time you two worked on a case together, he brought you coffee every morning. You wish you had gotten to know him better, but you assumed that he was the type to care more about his work than any woman he would be with. 

“Danny… Right?” 

You finally saw his face, and you were met with a small smile that crept from his lips. He slowly trudged up to where you were standing and cupped your face with his large hands. 

“Nice job. I wouldn’t expect any less from you, you still have that smart brain and witty mouth I love.” You felt your face get hot. 

“I’m sorry it had to come down to this my darling- I couldn’t get you out of my head and I wanted to see you work your sweet little head off one last time.” Every word he said to you trickled out of his mouth like honey. It felt real and genuine. He kissed you and you felt yourself kissing him back. Moaning when his hands traveled down to your hips and ass, he groaned and moved down to kiss your neck and collarbones. Danny stopped for a second to see your reaction- and he nearly lost it when he saw your slack face and seductive eyes staring up back at him. Pushing you down to your knees and unbuckling his belt, he groaned

“Suck me off."

You were shocked by his dick, it was...huge. You struggled to fit his whole length into your mouth, but you slowly were mesmerized by the fluid motion of sucking him off. He began to twitch and grab your hair with one hand to 'comfort you' and he covered his mouth with the other hand. When he finished, he was a whimpering mess. You took off your pants, thinking that if he was going to use you, you wanted to finish what he had started. Sitting in his lap, you slowly took in his length. As you bottomed out, you let out the most gorgeous moan that he had ever heard. He needed you... he had killed for you... and he would do everything in his power to keep you in his life forever. Fucking into him- you rocked your hips up and down in an erratic motion. When your hips started to hurt, he took over and began to pump into you over and over. Before he came, he looked into your eyes- your bloodshot and tired eyes. Gripping your ass, he finished inside and then collapsed beside you. The exhaustion had finally taken you as you fell asleep next to him. He made a promise that night, that he would always protect you... even from a distance ♡

[kissorkill16]

Covered By The Raven: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Another nightmare turns into a dream.

P.S., this is kind of for like @ravenbrooks and @averagenickyrothfan .

Nicky drank his pill and water, got into bed and drifted off to sleep.

He woke up in a strange black void. He looked around to see if there was anyone else there, but no one else was there.

That's when he started to get scared.

He thought he was in another nightmare, like the grocery store or the woods.

When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he screamed and tried to get it off, but the hand gripped his shoulder tight in its fingers.

"Shh...", said a voice from behind him. "It's alright, Nicholas. Calm down."

That voice.

He knew that voice.

Nicky turned around to see the same tall cloaked beaked figure that's been haunting him and his friends for weeks now, and he continued to get the hand off his shoulder, but it was on there tight as hell.

"Let go of me!", Nicky yelled at the figure, "Where even am I?"

The figure took a match from inside its cloak, and lit a candle. The light flickered around so fast, but Nicky could immediately tell that he was in Mr. Peterson's basement.

He ran to the door and started twisting and pulling the knob. The figure just stood in the corner and sighed.

"That didn't work the first time, it's not going to work now. Stop trying to open the door, it's never going to open."

Nicky ran to the window, remembering something Enzo and Maritza did while he and his friends were in the basement. He pushed the window, but it didn't budge.

"That won't work either, dear boy. We learn from our mistakes."

Finally, Nicky gave up and slumped down to the floor, his eyes starting to fill with tears.

The boy felt something drape over his back, surrounding him in warmth. He turned around to see that the raven man was using his own cloak to cover him up.

Why?

"Why am I here?"

The raven man turned its beak to Nicky, "Because I want to remind you what a beautiful place this is."

Nicky's eyes widened in shock. Did this thing just call the basement beautiful? This place was anything but beautiful.

"Stop it you freak!", he said, pushing away from the raven man, but failing once again to get away. "This place isn't beautiful! I may have thought so before, but I wasn't in my right mind."

As he protested, the raven man just held a long and pointy finger to its beak, shushing the little boy. It pulled Nicky close once again, trapping him in his cloak and hold.

A moment of silence passed through the room.

"I know you don't think so anymore, but let me tell you that I can convince you otherwise."

He pressed a finger to Nicky's forehead, and it brought back all of the unpleasant memories of the two little girls who forced him to play with them, the scrapes and bruises he got from Mr. Peterson, and how he was forced to wear a bag to keep him safe.

But somehow, they became less unpleasant and more...warm.

Suddenly, the basement wasn't so dark or cold anymore. Instead, it was warm and had working lights. Lucy and Mya were there too, looking less like shadowy demons and more like alive little girls.

"Isn't this wonderful, Nicholas?", asked the raven man. "The games are fun, there's not a scratch on your body, and your friends...oh your dear friends who love you very much, they're willing to stay here with you and play games with you."

Nicky looked at Lucy and Mya, and they waved at him.

"I know they're my friends,...but what about everyone else? Don't they at least wonder where I am?", he asked the raven man.

The cloaked figure shook its head, "Oh no, Nicholas. Remember when Mr. Peterson told you that no one above the surface cared about you? Not your friends, not even your family? That was the only thing that was true."

"But -"

The raven man held a finger to the boy's mouth.

"Just forget about them for a moment.", he said. "Look around here, Nicholas. Wouldn't you rather stay here forever?"

Nicky looked down at his shoes, "Forever?", he asked. "If I said yes, would everything go back to being dark?"

"Of course not, little boy. You'd just stay here forever with your perfectly alive friends and play as many games as you want."

Nicky kept looking at his shoes, not really sure about that.

"Yes.", said the raven man. "That would be so nice. Right, Nicholas?"

Nicky nodded his head, "Yeah...I guess that would be nice.", he said. "I'm just going to stay like this for a couple more minutes and then I'll go play with the girls."

The raven man nodded.

Nicky leaned against the chest of the cloaked raven man, letting the blanket cover his body.

He didn't even want to know if this was a real deal, or if this was another one of the raven man's tricks. He didn't even care. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy this dream while it lasted.

[a-power-outlet]

list of things i find amusing/interesting about normelodie (and hopefully it gives more explanation of their dynamics :3). whenever my brain is evil and tells me My Stuff Sucks, i say "fuck you" and write a whole bunch of things i like about my stuff. list is not comprehensive and i'm trying to not repeat myself. very drabble-y.

Norm thinks Elodie is really tall. She's five inches taller than him, and in the prewar au, she's usually in heels. However, she's only 5'5", so she's like. Average height for a woman. She's technically a little tall for a slavic woman too. But even still, you put her next to his dad or cousin and she's SHORT. Norm doesn't care though. She's tall to him.

short man x curvy woman what more can i say about that. he finds heaven in those thighs. ANYWAYS-

nerd x different type of nerd. like, they're both dorks. elodie will talk about plants for HOURS on end (and in the prewar au she loves birds), and norm just listens. she's completely satisfied watching him play holotape games on her lap. she's fallen asleep this way numerous times.

match each other's freak. elodie will be embarrassed about something and norm's like. shh. no. me too.

match each other's NERD too. i love that they can talk about something scientific or jargon-y and learn from each other. norm isn't super knowledgeable about plants, yes, and elodie knows nothing about his games and tech stuff. but they listen and try to understand. elodie likes learning about anything, and norm just finds new things interesting. especially in fields he knows nothing about prior.

side tangent. i think he gets so bored with his jobs because there's nothing more to learn. he likes hearing what elodie does because it's something new to learn!!!

secretly fiercely protective of each other. norm easily gets jealous, placing his arm around her waist and subtly bringing her closer. elodie is more visible in her jealousy, since her expression tends to sour and she'll get snippier. norm can read it easily and likes to tease her about it, while reassuring her she's not going to lose him. in terms of protectiveness, norm tends to get verbal/argumentative with people to defend her, while elodie just gets MAD. if in the wasteland she's killed for him ❤️

very versatile cuddlers. sometimes he likes to hold her, sometimes she likes to hold him.

elodie holding him close and singing to him to help him sleep. elodie talking about her day to help him sleep. norm softly stroking her hair to help her sleep, running a hand down her back and humming a random song. just helping each other go to sleep.

their love languages are reciprocal!!! elodie feels loved when people spend time with her and give her gifts (personalized ones are peak). norm, of course, loves gifting and coming up with unique ideas for dates. norm feels loved with physical touch and spending time with each other. elodie is very physically affectionate (even if she is anxious about it, once it's established it's ok, she goes crazy). perfect, too, that they enjoy spending time with each other.

fans of lounging around and being in each other's company. imagine them sleeping together all the time ok. being truly relaxed around each other despite it all.

balance out each other's energy. elodie is usually very passionate and full of emotion, so norm helps regulate her. it gets overwhelming for her to feel all of it constantly, especially since she's a hyper-empath. norm feels emotions too, yes, but is able to help her offload them. a very useful re-regulator.

he also helps when she's having bad chronic illness days. she helps whenever he's having a disagreement with his family or otherwise feeling belgh. mutual assistance!!!

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS it's just so peak. relearning about someone as their lover even though you feel like you've already learned everything about them. god.

cooking!!! norm tends to be the cook, and elodie is his sous chef and distraction. when she's not cutting up some veggies (or accidentally nicking herself), she has her arms around him, head on his shoulder. he'll tell her to move, but doesn't actually mean it.

that's all i got for now. i love them ok. thank you normelodie, and thank you for reading.