#((OOC) TW slight body horror)

[earako]

Eh, why not, nother short blurb of the necromancer!ambrosius au

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Ballister remembered collapsing on the couch and stifiling his agonized cries in the dusty cushions.

He remembered desperately trying to stop thw bleeding from the stump where his arm used to be.

And although he was certain it was a hallucination brought on by blood loss he remembered Ambrosius coming back for him. Ambrosius cradling Ballister as if he were precious, as if he were still loved.

He rememberes rattlong breaths that barely filled his lungs as his consciousness drifted...drifted...drifted....

White, blinding hot agony ripped through Ballister. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. He felt like his limbs should have twitched and flailed, but they remained still.

"More...it needs more!"

"You'll fucking fry him-"

"Do you want to be my assistant or not?!"

"Don't you fucking take that tone with me blondie-"

"Either you kill me so I can join him or you help me bring him back."

Voices. There were voices yelling-Ambrosius?

"Look I-this is a really stressful time, okay? His body can take it, please just....just a little more."

His Rosious was talking-again the searing torture stole all of Ballister's mental functions and call he could think of was hurthurthurthurthurthurthurthurt-

Painpainpainpainpain-

The scream remained trapped in Ballister's throat, why wasn't Ambrosius helping him? Was he angry? Was Ambrosius punishing Ballister-did he choose the institute over their love-

"Look! His eyes are opening!" Ballister didn't recognize that voice.

Who, what, where-

Ballister's vision swam as it finally focused in on Ambrosius haggard face.

Ambrosius.

Ballister wanted to apologize and punch his idiotic (ex?) lover and pull him into a kiss and demand he leave.

A blurb of pink hovered over Ambrosius shoulder-was that a child? What was a child doing here?

"....A recently deceased man, found himself wound in the land of living, again." Music. There was music coming from...from....from Ballister?

"...Bal?" Ballister, with great difficulty, finally moved his head to Ambrosius.

The blonde knight had bags that looked like bruises under his eyes, his hair was a mess and his hoodie looked like it hadn't been washed in days.

It was the complete opposite of the pure joy and adoration that lit up Ambrosius' face.

"...It worked...hah...hahhhaah! It woked! Good Gloreth it fucking worked!" While Ambrosius danced around and celebrated...Bal waking up apparently? The pink haired child could only stand in horror.

Specifcally at Ballister's...chest?

Ballister looked down.

He screamed.

But all that came out from the speaker in his chest was,

"Bound in a body, of gears and wheels but oddly, he has no voice and his steel joints, barely, can bend."

[blackdragonmedicdean]

Hey, do you guys ever wonder if someone ever put a whole-ass pizza through someone's carved-out face hole?

[rosetheex-editor]

[Video transcript begin.]

[The video starts with the camera being obscured by a jean pocket, before being brought out and put in a shirt pocket, the things in view being some vines cracked bricks and a doorway without a door. Before a person identified as "Rose" begins talking.]

Rose: ok cassius, i'm here, let's fucking get this over with.

[A laugh can be heard from an unclear direction, seemingly encompassing the whole space.]

Cassius: Look up!

R: fuck you mean ‘look up’?

[The camera moves as Rose looks up at the ceiling, nothing is there except more vines and broken bricks.]

C: Gotcha.

[The camera jolts suddenly as Cassius kicks Rose from behind.]

R: FUCK! ok jackass, you really want to do this?

[Rose grabs a knife out of her bag, as the camera moves again in rose's attempts to calm down.]

R: you never answered my question… why do this to me? to edgar? what did we ever do?

[Cassius stares at Rose for a few seconds, before devolving into a fit of screechy laughter, after around 30 seconds, he wipes his eyes, and turns back to Rose.]

C: You really don’t know?

R: no, you asswipe, i don't know you in fucking general, and edgar never told me if he knew you, so like, fuck you want for real?

C: You know what my job is? I’m in the PR department. I’m supposed to make sure Showfall has a positive public image.

R: and that has what to do with us? frankly i just want to move on from this showfall bullshit i'm getting real fucking tired of you dickheads.

C: They all say that, but they never move on. They never can. Which is why I have this job! Showfall needs you out of the picture to maintain their status. I’ve failed to destroy evidence before, but I sure as hell won’t now.

R: Yeah, blah blah blah. showfall can go shove it!

[Rose runs at Cassius attempting to hit him, but Cassius moves out of the way before Rose can connect on a punch.]

C: Not the brightest, are you?

[Cassius smiles as he pulls out a pair of small throwing knives, then fixes his shirt and cracks his neck.]

R: do you think i'm gonna stand here and let you hit me?

C: No! Where’s the fun in that?

[Rose runs back up to Cassius, missing on another punch, before running back.]

R: DAMNIT!

C: My turn!

[Cassius quickly aims and throws one of his knives at Rose, it can be heard connecting with concrete and clattering to the floor. Cassius grins at them, making it clear that he missed on purpose.]

C: Whoops!

R: fuck you… your job must really suck if you find it fun to attack random people.

C: You’re not random, Editor. We both know that.

R: oh yeah, what's so different? what's the difference between me and the other fucking people showfall has hurt!

C: There is no difference, you’re just the closest target. Wait– did you really think this would end with you? That’s selfish.

R: well… It can't be selfish if I'm here trying to protect people.

C: Honestly, you’re just as naive as your sister. A shame, what happened to her. A real fucking shame.

R: YOU FUCKER!

[Rose tries again to attack Cassius, this time with the knife, stabbing Cassius in the right arm before running back to reopen the gap.]

C: Rose, this is a throwing knife! You’re supposed to throw it at me, not just stab me! Here, I’ll show you.

[Cassius smiles and rips the knife out of his arm, before throwing it back in Rose’s direction. It hits the concrete again as Rose ducks out of the way, causing the camera to shake. When it can refocus, Cassius’ smile has faded slightly, his jaw clenched.]

R: fucking told you… i'm not just gonna stand there jackass! throwing shit is no good when the other person moves.

C: Hm, you’ve got me there! How about a little… Hand-to-hand combat?

[Cassius chuckles at his terrible joke as he drops the other knife, flexing his hands. There is a very muffled whirring noise as his fingers begin to contort, after a few seconds, the tips of his fingers have something reflective and shiny sticking out.]

R: knife fingers? you have to be fucking kidding me.

C: Mhm! Courtesy of Showfall Media!

[Cassius brings his right hand up and begins to sprint at Rose, preparing to stab her. But, at the last second, Rose sidesteps the attack, causing Cassius’ hand to be embedded in the wall behind her.]

R: who's the foolish one now, stupid!

[Rose roundhouse kicks Cassius in the head, knocking him out of the wall as she runs back, keeping her distance from Cassius.]

R: HA GOT YOUR ASS! what do you have to say now!

[Cassius stands back up, leaning against the wall for support, the claw-like knives have retracted back into his hands, leaving blood to trickle down the wall where his hand now rests. He stares at Rose, and grins. It looks unnatural on his face.]

C: Just this. If I did this right, he should be here in 3… 2… 1.

[Footsteps echo off the walls of the building as someone rushes to the room the two are in, as they approach, breathing can also be heard. It sounds panicked and heavy. Soon, another person enters. The camera turns slightly to reveal Edgar in the doorway, his hair full of leaves and twigs, eyes wide.]

R: EDGAR? WHAT THE FUCK!

Edgar: I saw the note, and you weren’t home, so I’ve been sprinting around the fucking forest for half an hour looking for you. Why the hell did you think going alone would be a good idea?

R: WELL YOU DO IT ALL THE FUCKING TIME, RIGHT? WHY CAN'T I?

E: Do as I say, not as I do! Also, it’s been established that whenever anyone does something alone it ends terribly.

R: AND THAT'S WHY YOU LEFT ME ALONE TO ALMOST DI…. NEVER FUCKING MIND I'M BASHING THIS FUCKER'S HEAD IN.

[Rose grabs a landline phone out of her bag, before sprinting at Cassius, smashing the landline phone into the side of his head.]

[Cassius falls back to the ground, and takes a sharp breath in, but doesn’t give her any other reaction.]

C: Good one, Editor! But if you really want me dead, you have to actually try to kill me.

R: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

[Rose hits Cassius 3 more times before speaking again.]

R: IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT? IS THAT ME TRYING!

C: Still fucking breathing, bitch. Try again.

R: ROT IN HELL!

[Rose repeatedly smashes the phone into Cassius' face.]

E: ROSE. Jesus Christ! Stop!

[Rose stops, looking at her hands, now covered in blood, as she begins sobbing.]

R: i'm sorry… i'm sorry. i didn't want to do that again.

E: It’s fine, Rose, just– please. I know what it’s like afterwards. It’s not pleasant.

R: i didn't want to do that, i already hurt ruby i don't want to hurt anyone else.

[A raspy chuckle can be heard from Cassius.]

C: Are you really going to let this dumb mechanic tell you what to do? Kill me. You fucking won’t.

[Rose begins to pick up the phone but drops it, the camera shifts as Rose falls on the ground, Rose continues crying for a person identified as "Ruby" it seems this person is dead however.]

C: Yikes. Wrong choice.

[More whirring can be heard from Cassius’ direction. The camera turns to him as his spine seemingly expands outwards under his skin. Something pierces the skin in the direct center of his back. The camera remains fixated on the man as 4 large, sharp metal legs emerge, the appendages are covered in his blood, small bits of his flesh are also caught in small crevices. The legs lift him off the ground and begin to move him towards a nearby window.]

R: SHIT! HE'S GONNA GET AWAY!

[Rose pulls her gun out of her bag, but is already pulling the trigger as it faces Edgar, the camera still facing Cassius.]

R: go to hell!

[Loud noise detected. Confirmed sound: Gunshot.]

R: what….

[The camera turns around to face Edgar, there is now a gunshot wound in his left leg, Rose drops the gun in shock, before screaming.]

R: FUCK! EDGAR ARE YOU OK?

E: I– uh–

[He looks down at his wound, then back to Rose. He drops to one knee.]

R: DAMNIT!

[Rose begins crying again, in between trying to ask Edgar if he's ok.]

R: please just– just say you’re ok– i didn't want to hurt you.

E: I’m– I’m fine. N– nothing vital was hit, I think–

R: ok um fuck i'm calling 911! just hang in there.

[Rose grabs her phone, as she does the camera angle changes to Rose's blood stained shoes, her crying continuing.]

R: WHY THE FUCK IS THIS ON! TURN IT OFF TURN IT O–

[End transcript]

[mpc-unofficial]

😢

Kalani finds themself staring out into the void of multispace. "Hey!" A familiar voice calls to them. Kalani turns around to see Irene. The scientist plops themself down beside where Kalani was sitting by the edge of the void, staring out together with them.

"You know, I've been thinking," Irene turns to face Kalani. "We could probably push the pelipper mail experiments further, couldn't we?"

The air seemed have gotten colder as Irene sent them a grin, overly wide and a tad too innocent. Kalani could feel their breathing starting to pick up. Something was wrong, something was really- the next thing they know, they've been forcefully pulled out of the center into void by a giant yellow beak. Irene's smile only got wider, her features morphing into that of someone else entirely.

"How exciting!" her voice reverberates from the scarily familiar face that was distinctly not hers. "You agree, don't you Kalani?"

[teklarn]

doodle - k. bakugou

teklarn’s cliche’s and tropes masterlist (trope: one bed trope)

katsuki bakugou x gn! reader

genre: fluffy? (a pinch of angst?)

summary: on a mission, you ask bakugou where he got his scars from, and in turn, you open up about yours.

warnings: slight descriptions of body horror, aged up characters for the sake of the plot (no smut) TW! for scars (mostly from fictional battles, etc), the reader has a dead father, bakugou is a little ooc, pre-existing unspoken feelings between reader and bakugou

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it was a group mission. you'd all been traveling for some time―you, kirishima, bakugou, midoriya, and uraraka. as the world's top heroes, you'd been assigned to work with them as a team to hunt down a villain who had currently been rampaging around.

his whereabouts were unknown, but everyday you all got closer to finding him.

the team had stopped in a cabin for the night, hidden deep in between a lush array of evergreens casting shadows along the roof.

initially, you'd been nervous to cooperate with bakugou. everyone else on the team had partnered with you one time or another, but you had only known bakugou by name, never in person. not until now.

and he was quieter than you imagined. constantly on edge, but quiet. a certain peace settled around him, one that had not been in place until his adult years.

he was an admirable hero, and since becoming one, he listened to others more than he spoke. either that, or he truly didn't care to speak much at all.

there were only two rooms. uraraka and midoriya in one, (as everyone had assumed), and kirishima volunteered to take the couch, knowing bakugou was too much of a princess to take it himself, and he wasn't about to allow you to take it in his place.

kirishima had always been kind, as you had been, too.

but that unfortunately left you and bakugou with the one room-one bed situation.

and unfortunately, the rest of the team was oblivious to the tension building between you. like two ropes twining together, tighter and tighter wrapping around, only to snap from the sheer force of pulling on one another.

there was a part of him that was...softer around you. you noticed, especially when you were alone with him. his eyes carried a gentle sense in them. and when he was alone with you, they also carried a great deal of sadness in them.

your heart clenched at the sight of it every time.

"we both need a good night's sleep. don't think about sleeping on the floor for the sake of me, got it?" his voice was husky. low. demanding, yet cautious of how he spoke to you.

you were a gentle soul yourself and found your mouth slowing down its words when you were around bakugou.

"okay," was all you said, climbing into bed. "you're sleeping soon too, right?" bakugou was still standing at the closet, rummaging through clothes.

"in a minute." he pulled off his shirt. heat rushed to your cheeks as the sight of his toned, muscled back flexed before you.

as if he felt your eyes, he said, "no need to linger, dumbass." but the word held a softness to it. you smiled, chuckling with a breath through your nose. heat rushes to your cheeks.

"sorry," you mumble. he only chuckles in return. a rare sound for anyone to hear, including you. bakugou was quiet. mean and cruel, but not always. his eyes said more than he dared to speak. it wasn't like when he was younger.

you didn't move your gaze, however. it wasn't the fact that he was incredibly toned, or that his golden skin glittered just right under the low, orange lighting of the lamp.

it was how strangely soft he looked at this moment. his spiky hair, the harsh lines of his face and body. and then, there was a scar trailing all down his back. then another, then another, another and then anoth―

"I said don't linger," he snapped, catching your gaze.

"i...sorry." you wanted to turn away. bakugou still intimidated you. seeing him around kirishima did loosen you up, but he was still bakugou. "i just...wanted to know where you got that scar." though his back was still turned to you, you pointed at the largest one.

it trailed from the top of his left shoulder blade all the way down to his waist, curving around and stopping just before his stomach.

"a fight. how else?" his words were a near, annoyed snarl.

"what fight?" might as well make conversation. you worked best with people you knew.

"a big one. now will you stop prying?" he cracked his neck before shoving a pillow in the middle of the bed, then settling down on his side. he turned to flip the lamp off, but startled at your hand on his back.

just the feather-light touch of your finger made him jump.

"can you not?"

"i barely even touched you."

"you still touched me. this pillow is here for a reason. now go to sleep."

"how did you get this other one?"

he twisted and peered down his back, looking at the second largest scar. this one, similar to the first, curved around his right shoulder blade, but ended right before his inner-arm.

"will you shut up and go to sleep if i tell you?"

"i just feel like i don't know you. i know everyone here but you. and it feels odd to be sharing a bed with someone who i know nothing about. it can be small talk, if you'd rather―"

"i hate small talk."

you nodded. "me too."

he groaned, running a hand through his hair. "fine." he sat up. "the big one? a big battle. the other one was from the same battle. i got smashed into a building and the concrete cut through my suit and into my skin."

you weren't going to pry further, but he held his arm up. "this one, here," he said, pointing to a much smaller scar. it wrapped around the middle of his forearm in a perfect circle. "this is from my final exam as a first-year. i lost my gauntlets and decided to go all-out. the skin was inflamed from the force of my quirk, and the metal of my wrist band ended up cutting into me."

you nod intently. a tired smile made its way to your face. "i got this one from stabbing myself with a pencil when i was a kid." you pointed to your palm, the point right beneath your thumb.

"that's specific," bakugou deadpanned. "are you ready to go to sleep now?"

"i got this one from a burn while i was cooking with oil." you tapped two dots on the inside of your finger. "i was a kid back then, too." you ignored his insistence to get to bed. something told you to keep going.

"i have dumb scars from when i was young and stupid, too. we all do. now, let's go to ―"

"like this one?" you tapped his chest. a thin line of white stretched across the left side of his chest. it was so small, no one would notice it if they weren't up close, but it was evident it was a scar.

"that's from the sports festival. the restraints they put on me were too tight, and i was already cut there thanks to one of icy-hot's blasts. the ice had only nicked me there, but i struggled enough that it worsened the cut."

his cheeks seemed to dust with red at the memory.

"you end up hurting yourself a lot."

"i could say the same thing about you, idiot. who stabs themselves with a pencil?"

"it was an accident."

"how?"

"i don't even remember. but see?" you grabbed a pen from the nightstand. "this is what i used to do with the scars from the oil burns." underneath the two dots, where oil had splashed you, you drew a curved line. a smiley-face.

"that's pathetic," he snorted. but it was still a laugh.

"look," you said. he flinched as you neared him. your eyes reassured him as he leaned in, unsure. your fingertips traced the scar. the straight line was perfect. you drew two lumps, four in total counting the other side. two antennae and some designs.

"what is it?" he grumbled.

"can't you tell? it's a butterfly."

"that's the most demented butterfly i've ever seen."

despite the poison the words were meant to convey, his voice carried no malice. if anything, it sounded like another chuckle. soft, barely there, just like the scar.

you took note of another scar right under his collarbone. you leaned in with the pen again.

bakugou smacked your hand away. "stop doodling on me."

you sat up, the blanket falling from your lap and revealing a flash of your thigh. you didn't miss how his eyes flickered down.

"you have a scar there." he pointed to your thigh. the skin down there twined up and down like lightning. "did you survive a 'big battle' yourself?"

you smiled and chuckled thoughtfully, though the sound held little joy. "a fire."

"burning building?"

"of the sort."

"what does that mean?"

"it was my childhood home."

bakugou paused, as if he had struck a nerve, or dug up something he didn't mean to. you cringed, wondering if the information was too much to share.

"don't worry," you laughed. "no one died. it was before i was a hero. years before. my family and i got out in time. to be fair, i deserve it. i was being stupid."

"stupid? gosh, what a shock."

you nearly smacked him. "i ran back inside when i realized i'd left behind a gift from father."

"is he...?"

"he passed the year before the fire. i was stupid and grieving, so i ran back to go get it. it's this stuffed bear. my first toy as a kid. its neck is quite literally about to fall off, but i love it."

"you are stupid. i bet it's one of those toys people get sentimental about because they're all dirty and discolored. gross."

"it's...yeah, it's exactly that." you pulled the sheets down more to reveal the rest of the scar. it twirled around your calf, and there was a prominent bump on your knee.

"damn. that's...a big-ass burn."

laughter bubbled out of you. "the house ended up collapsing on me, and it crushed my leg. i was in the hospital for months after."

he pointed to the tiny black markings surrounding the scar, his fingertip nearly brushing your skin. you tried to ignore the way it sent tingles up and down your spine. you tried to ignore how he was neglecting the wall of pillows he'd erected between you guys.

"and what's all this?"

"hm?" you shook the flustered feeling out of your body. "oh, that's all pen ink. i like to draw on my scars."

"huh. no kidding." there was silence, then he asked, "why?"

you sighed. "for a long time, i was insecure about the scars i'd gotten from the fire. so i would draw on them to make me feel better. anything. flowers, animals, random doodles. anything to cover it up. eventually, i started to see the scars as less of a mistake but...a part of me that could be made beautiful. if that makes sense. i know it sounds totally fake, but in a way it made me feel better."

bakugou paused for a moment, before he straightened, leaning forwards. he stayed like that: perfectly still, not moving a muscle.

your eyes traced the scars along his back.

"well, dumbass? i'm waiting."

you furrowed your brow until you got the message. the pen in your fingers came to life as you leaned forward, the blue ink spilling along his shoulders in beautiful artwork.

you didn't know how long you'd worked, how many hours or minutes you'd spent in peace and quiet while you traced out flowers and gardens and anything onto his back. but he was quiet, and he was calm.

and for a moment, you could have sworn he muttered a shaky, "thank you."

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UNEDITED.

i lowkey hate this but whatever.

[festering-obsession]

Recom! Quaritch x Human! Reader

TW/CW: Dark Relationship, Yandere Themes, Age Gap[Reader is Over 18], Older Man/Younger Person, Interspecies, Violence, Manipulation, Dubious Consent, Slight N/$/F/W Mention, Slight Canon Divergence [Not Enough to Alter Canon], Slight OOC

-Despite being a human, you held great respect for this planet and had planned to live the rest of your days on this planet. Unlike Spider, you were older and didn't know Pandora since a toddler. Unlike the scientists, you didn't have an avatar to fully experience Pandora. You were fine with that, helping them and being able to be around the Na'vi people was good enough for you.

-Taking care of Spider was a handful that they left to you. A wild and rambunctious one he was. This caused you to slowly become more and more aware of the Sully family as he gravitated towards the kids of the family.

-Life was good for some years until shit hit the fan. The RDA came back with various attacks. You felt as if you couldn't do much unfortunately. You tried to pull your weight as much as possible. You helped research and come up with battle plans, helped when warriors came back wounded, and even watched the Na'vi children when their parents were off fighting. It was slightly humorous having some kids nearly the same height of you, but they respected you all the same. Jake would never allow you to fight, opting for you to stay at the base instead. You gave up asking as you could feel the pity in his eyes that you never got the chance to have an avatar.

- You tried so hard to be fine with your situation but you felt more useless as the days went past. You explored more away from the base and you felt like such an outsider. Sure, the other humans would aways be humans, but at least they could pretend to be a Na'vi for a little bit.

- And the more you took trips outside the clan, the more you got studied by flying drones. The more you came into the eye of unfortunately Quaritch. After some research done, he knew you were an intern before RDA first fell apart, you didn't have an avatar, and the Na'vi put you on babysitting duty most the time. You were far from a threat, but you could have lots of potential information on you.

- Then, he found himself researching more about you for his own personal interest. Old security cameras footage that caught you in it. You weren't important at all, a background character. But to him, as much as he hated to admit it, you were a growing fascination on him. He took notice of how maternal/paternal you were and he felt something ache inside him. Sure, he knew he fathered a child but never stucked around because of his job. You looked so out of place, how cute you would look by his side as a housewife/husband. His little human all for himself with a growing family.

- Sure, some of the Na'vi may miss you, but taking you in wouldn't disrupt any of their plans. As soon as the right time strikes, he'll have you fall right into his arms. No more in the jungle but with him. He knows he's no longer human and protecting humanity doesn't include him in the future, but he would fight for a place where you and him can hopefully live as close as normal life (as much as a human and 10 foot blue alien can get). You'll come around to loving him eventually, he reasons to himself.

....

Your body is shoved on the ground, the wide expanse of his blue palm holding you down with ease as Spider to the right of you looks in horror. If he adds any more pressure, you're scared he'll start to crack your oxygen mask. And all that shit faced man, avatar? is smirk at your obvious struggle.

"Get off of them!" Spider hisses as he tries to claw himself out of the ropes.

"Y'know, you could've escaped if you didn't come back for my boy." Quaritch says haughtily as he replaces his hand with his knee, leaving you more trapped under. A bug under his shoe is how you feel.

"He's a child, you fucker, I'm not leaving someone innocent like him behind." You breathed out.

"You trying to be a mom/dad for him? Or some kind of babysitter?" His hand makes contact with your hair as he moves some back. "Well, ain't you prettier in person?" He chuckles.

You felt gross and shivered under his touch. "Just let the boy go, alright? Take me, do whatever you were gonna do to the boy on me instead." You yelled out as Spider began to shake his head rapidly.

"Don't! Let them go instead of me. I can handle it, I owe you anyways." Spider says as struggles to reach any possible weapon around him.

"Awe, now you know damn well I'm not letting that happen." Quaritch laughs as he snaps handcuffs on your wrists finally before he stands up and turns to the other marines. "Take the feral one back into his cage. I'll personally escort this one back." And like that, the other avatars grab Spider as he slowly dissappears from view.

He rolls you onto your back as he near straddles you, crouching and leaning over your body as your feet drag into the dirt trying to scoot away from him.

"I appreciate you for taking care of my son." But the tone is far from genuine. "Well, previous me's son. Hey now, you're not escaping me." And he grips you by the pants back under him.

"I didn't watch over him for you, far fucking from it." You wanted to spit in his shit eating face so bad.

"Don't worry about that one, I'll have him taken off your hands." And he picks you up with ease throwing you over his shoulder.

"You know, since you're one of the more attractive ones I've encountered here on this damned planet, I'll cut you a deal." His hand holding you in place feels as if it slowly moves down your waist and to your ass.

"And just what would that be?" You said through gritted teeth.

"How about I just fill you with another kid of mine since you wanna be my babymomma/daddy so bad." And he laughs out loud as you feel shock overcome you. You hope to God, Eywa, or whoever it was an empty joke despite the predatory look that was planted on his features.

..

[A/N: Gosh I loved this movie so much. Was thinking of possibly writing Yandere Poly! Jake and Neytiri x Reader.]

[tht0nesimp]

Yandere Illumi x reader- Halloween?

tw: kidnapping, slight misogyny, this is kind of fluffy, ooc, illumi is a warning right off the bat

”Dear?” You blink, almost unsure of what your seeing. The fever dream feeling is swatted away when illumi placed a gentle tap on your shoulder

“Is something wrong? Feeling unwell?” He puts down the incredibly detailed carved pumpkin on the ground “I was told many people do these things” he was, unsurprisingly, not dressed up as anything

The fake decorations and (seemingly) fake blood on the ground was certainly familiar but yet it felt like you were in a completely different world

“As much as I frown upon indulging in childish traditions, I thought you may appreciate just a bit of the strange holiday” you try not to focus on the underlying insult and implication. “T-Thank you” it was a lesson that you learned early on, just thank him and smile, maybe you can survive your lifestyle ever since you were taken if you could just remember to thank him and smile

“Would you like to watch a horror movie, I asked milluki which he recommended” that wasn’t a good sign that milluki was involved in this process but it was slightly redeemed when you didn’t see any suggestive looking films in the pile on the end table, you smiled at the comfortable couch

you slowly sat next to him, wrapping a rather fluffy blanket aroun yourself as the beginning to tethered begins to appear on the high-quality TV in front of you

Solomon progresses and you think about it, maybe, just maybe, you could pretend things were normal;that you were in a normal relationship who decided not to hand out candy to trick or treaters this year

so you lay your head on illumi lap, hesitantly, feeling his stiff body beneath your head. “Hm” The movie is over before you can even begin to calm down from being able to lay like this

he silently turns on nightmare before Christmas “Might we go to bed after this one?” It sounds slightly like a question, but you know it’s really an order given by your unforgiving husband

The movie plays, and illumi begins quietly pointing out inaccuracies every once in a while. Causing a few giggles to slip past your lips at both the movie and his overly-surgical approach to the silly animations

When the screen turns back, your barely awake, so before you can even attempt to get up;he carries you bridle style to your silky bed covered in neatly folded bed blankts

He places the pumpkin in the room with a tea light in it, you peek an eye open to see the design once more while looking rather straight ahead

then you close your eye, and grab illumis arm to cling to it. You might hate him tomorrow, but it was fun playing pretend until your next annual indulgence

[chess-writes]

My Beloved

NikiMayo

Tw: Cannibalism, descriptions of cannibalism, multiple descriptions of gore, unhealthy mindsets, slight possessiveness, obsession, murder, blood, neither of them are mentally okay in this, probably ooc.

Note: uhhhhh uh uh also written late at night so possibly bad writing 💀. neither of them are mentally okay and i don't think cannibalism is okay i just wanted to write smth more horror-ish. feedback is appreciated! also the timeline may be messy because they're in school still but also in the dorms and i don't feel like doing research to check if that's right. i'm tired 💔

Summary: Mayoi has shown Niki one of the many secret rooms so he could try new recipes without using up space in his dorm or his workplace. As Mayoi was "checking in" on him, he saw one of the new "recipes" he was making.

The story below has potentially upsetting and disturbing descriptions of cannibalism, stalking, and gore.

Mayoi had heard the rumors that surrounded Niki's family. He had never really cared for such things, as he didn't believe a monster such as himself could judge anyone.

But here he was, in the vents, silently watching the man he had found himself unable to stop thinking about. He had been confused by Niki's behavior towards him, how someone so adorable could somehow be kind towards a monster like him.

So here he was. watching the man that had taken over his thoughts.

And he was eating another human.

Mayoi had shown Niki one of the many hidden rooms in the buildings. Niki had wanted a place to try cooking new foods outside of his workplace and dorm so he wouldn't bother anyone, and Mayoi couldn't help but want to get close in any way to the man he had become obsessed with.

Ah, such a disgusting monster such as him had dared to get close to someone so sweet and precious...

He had felt guilty for weeks for disturbing his precious Shiina-san, even if he had happily thanked him and even promised to cook for him.

He watched Niki pull flesh off of the recently deceased students wrist with his teeth. He hated how such a display didn't disturb him.

In fact... he felt even closer to Niki than ever.

He was filth, but witnessing someone so pure do something so unholy made him feel like perhaps his Shiina-san wasn't so unreachable after all.

Niki seemed happy to keep eating, blood covering his face and hands, and even splattering not just on his clothes, but pooling under the corpse.

Mayoi had seen the student around before. He wasn't anyone important. He wasn't part of a unit, and he was in his first year at the school.

But, even if he wasn't all that well known, everyone would notice if he went missing. And Niki wasn't a very secretive person.

Mayoi felt a horrible chill as he pictured the grey-haired boy getting taken to jail, never to be seen again.

He simply couldn't let someone who was so needlessly kind to a disgusting creature like him face such a thing...! And was it truly that bad for him to eat him?

Shiina-san was always hungry, and his father was also an alleged cannibal... he must not know that it's frowned upon.

Plus, there's overpopulation issues anyways.

Mayoi watched as he continued to devour the body for a few more seconds before finally getting the guts to pop the cover of the vent off and climbing out.

Niki turned towards the noise and was visibly panicking, desperately trying to wipe blood off of his face, but he just smeared it more and more.

"Ah- Mayo-chan! I- I promise! I can explain-! Well... no. I really can't! But-" Niki rambled, looking like he might cry.

Mayoi raised his hands and waved them while shaking his head. "Nngh.., Shiina-san, I'm sorry that filth like me approached you! I promise, I wont snitch...! I'm... I'm here to help!"

Niki went quiet, looking at him. He looked relieved, but still a bit suspicious. "You... you what?"

Mayoi couldn't help but think that Niki looked delightful like that, covered in blood with his attention on him...! Ah, he was so disgusting, liking such a thing...

"Shiina-san... you've been kind to me... I can never repay such a thing in all my life, but i'll do what I can anyways...!" he whimpered, afraid that... afraid of what? That Niki would eat him, too? He had no right to fear such a thing, He should feel honored if someone so sweet wished to consume his disgusting flesh.

"I can help clean up... or even get rid of what you don't eat...!" he looked away from Niki, blushing as his imagination went wild. If Shiina-san agreed, then the two would be permanently bound side by side by a secret that they could never tell...!~

"Mayo-chan..." Niki sounded like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Mayoi was caught off guard when Niki tackled him into a hug, getting blood on him as well. "Uwahh... you're such a nice person, Mayo-chan!"

Mayoi wasn't sure what to do. He was a horrible person, disgusting, an accomplice to murder, and-

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Niki holding his hands and pulling him over to the body and sitting down, tapping the spot next to him, urging Mayoi to do the same. He did so.

Niki happily kept eating, and even handed Mayoi the other arm so they could eat together.

Mayoi felt like he blacked out, because when he was aware of himself again, the student's body was cut up and placed into bags in the fridge, with bones, fat, and any organs that couldn't be prepared were put in a large trash bag.

"Okay... so you'll go get wet rags, cleaner, and new clothes for us both, and then we'll clean up in here, and throw that away?" Niki recited their plan.

Mayoi nodded. He knew how to sneak around, and he could barely feel bad about the serious crime when Shiina-san looked so happy and was holding his hand like that..!~

Mayoi returned with the supplies in another bag. the two of them cleaned up and used hydrogen peroxide so that even a blacklight couldn't reveal the blood. Then they stripped and used the cloths to wipe off any blood before adding those, as well as the bloody clothing, to the trash bag. Then they got dressed in what Mayoi had brought.

The room was spotless, and the two of them looked as innocent as they could.

Mayoi grabbed the bag and double wrapped it in case it ripped and started to walk out, Niki joining him.

Mayoi nearly jumped out of his skin when Niki slipped his hand into Mayoi's empty one. He said nothing, and neither did Mayoi. He could certainly feel his face getting warmer, though.

The two were barely given a second glance, more people being caught off guard by Mayoi being visible or the two holding hands. But, thankfully, the two were left alone.

They didn't go to the dumpster. They looked up any places that had an incinerator and went there. Mayoi was sneaky, it wasn't that hard for him to get in unnoticed.

The two walked back, Mayoi staying quiet, and Niki happily holding his hand and rambling about food.

The student was declared missing, but Mayoi made sure it was never traced back to his precious Shiina-san.

[sunshineandcheer]

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 ! 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃 𝙖𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩 !

// This is a roleplay account! Any message or piece of text not marked with the two slashes shown above is in-character, and is completely fictitious.

This pinned post will inform you a bit about the character, some unique circumstances regarding him, things you should be aware of when interacting, and the person who writes him! I sincerely hope you enjoy it. :)

THE CHARACTER HIMSELF.

Liam Sunshine was an OC created on a Multifandom RP server about a year ago. He started as a character that I would rarely think about, and grew to be my #1 original muse. Friends of mine interlocked their character's lore with his, so you'll probably hear vague references to it in RP. He's set in the SCP 'verse, inspired by the title of a Will Wood song, with slight influence from the game We Happy Few. However, he is his own character, and he stretches far beyond just that!

With the "backstory" set aside, I invite you to look at his 4.3k word DOCUMENT, that entails everything about the character - from personality, to backstory, to strengths and weaknesses. That can be found at the bottom of the post! PLEASE mind the TWs/CWs at the top of the doc, they are serious and important, and I just want everyone who reads it to be safe!

There's one important character missing from the backstory, but they'll be mentioned in RP and, one day, added to the doc! Keep an eye out. 👁

One final thing, before we move on;

I (the writer) am an indie dev. I hold this character very, very close to my heart, and he, the mystery character, and his story are going to be turned into a full fledged RPG/VN in the coming years. It's going to take a lot of work! ^^;

With that said, if you end up liking his character, please keep posting about it strictly on Tumblr! This account is like a little experiment; to see how people like the character and what could be improved. (It's also quite a bit of fun, because I ADORE writing him!!)

I'd also like to keep most things about the game under wraps for the moment, so do note that when asked, I can only answer questions vaguely.

THE WRITER.

The writer of this account is a MINOR. (Which is to say; do not attempt to initiate NSFW with the author or his character.)

I'm a huge nerd, and a lover of writing, podcasts, and video games. I really love the opportunity of getting to share this MASSIVE piece of my writing with you guys!

I also am on the Autism spectrum, so please be patient if I (or Liam) doesn't understand something the first time. When speaking OOC, tone tags are greatly appreciated! /g

BEFORE YOU INTERACT.

This account comes with loads of Content Warnings that you really MUST be aware of before interacting. The following list is exhaustive, some of these are not likely to come up frequently or at all, but it's important that you know that they are a possibility. Don't trigger yourself, and stay safe!

The list of TWs/CWs is as follows;

Death, overdose, violence and gore (commonly associated with SCP), self-harm, suicide, forced suicide, mind-altering medication, mutilation/body horror, heavy discussion of manipulation and toxic relationships, religious trauma, hallucinations, and spiking.

That'll do it! I hope you enjoy learning about this little guy and interacting with him. Thank you for reading all this; and stay cheerful!

:)

(There's the aforementioned doc, by the way!)

[manor-tea-time]

°˖❀Welcome to the Tea Party❀˖°

Hello! My name is Al! Welcome to Manor Tea Time, an ask blog for a couple of my idv ocs.

°˖❀General Blog CW/TWs❀˖°

As this is a blog surrounding fan characters for a horror game, there’s a fair amount of darker topics used/discussed here for backstories, plots, and general information sometimes. Some Examples of these are (but not limited to) the following:

-Talk/Mention of Death and Illness

-Slight Body Horror (pretty much reserved for the hunters)

-Talks of suicidal thoughts

-Gaslighting/Abusive nature in background characters

-Existentialism

-And characters generally not having a good time :(

While most of these are censored/get cut off, I do sometimes miss a few. Please be careful when proceeding through the blog and read through any CWs/TWs given before posts before reading!

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°˖❀Character list❀˖°

The Costume Maker - Ivy Nettle ξ(❁) ⊕) ξ 

The Lampsmith - Wayne Strickland (-⊕ ζ ⊕-) < 

"Key-Master" - LeRoy Smith 🗝️>(⊖▼⊗´)•ζ 

The Glass Artist - Delilah Fowler Ⴑ(‘❁◡❁’)Ⴑ

The "Hero" - "Pip" Newby (◼⊗_⊗’)/*

The Living Mannequin - Miss Manni (,◡ _ ◡,) 

The Automaton - Eleanor May (´⬬_⬬`) <

The Shadowed Man /++ ◡ ++\

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°˖❀Rules❀˖°

Canon and Ocs are allowed!

Magic/Interactive Anons are allowed. They’re fun!

Nothing xenophobic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

No strong NSFW.

Suggestiveness/flirtatious behavior is OK if a character is of age. Just try to manage yourself semi-accordingly/keep it classy. (Mun is 18+, I just get uncomfortable sometimes)

Shipping is also OK given the character is of age. I find shipping hcs and experimenting with different dynamics really fun! However, for the sake/general safety of the minors in the community, I'd prefer not to rp any romanic scenarios if ooc a mun is underage.

Mun chats are welcome if kept semi-on topic of the blog. If not, I'll most likely just redirect you to my main here.

°˖❀Other Important Things to Note❀˖°:

I am a full-time student, so responses may take a bit longer/only consist of shorter replies at times.

At the end of the day, I am also a person with my own limits. Thus, if an ask, anon, or RP response makes me uncomfortable, I won’t respond to it.

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°˖❀Important Lore Tidbits❀˖°

Revive Mechanics

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°˖❀Current events/Essence projects❀˖°

Sands of Time Event Finale (Withered Leaves)

Delilah's Paranormal Parlor

Descendants of the Dark Essence

°˖❀Coming Soon❀˖°

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I hope to talk to you all soon! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و ̑̑

[cyberneticlagomorph]

Ursumbra (Redux)

OOC info (summary)

As always MIND THE TAGS

Event art:

Plush Jack reference

Lore bits:

Plush toy biology

Carnifall

Prologue:

Post 1 (police brutality, blood, injury, child death, broken nose, violence, torture)

Post 2 (tw: police brutality, mind control, blood, injury, slight dismemberment)

Post 3 (tw: injury, blood)

Post 4 (tw: body horror, animal death, gore, hanging, insects, bugs)

Chapter 1:

Red string (tw: n/a)

Netdive (tw: body horror)

Start (tw: n/a)

Tutorial (tw: body horror, gore, dismemberment, eye horror)

Nick (tw: n/a)

Pesterlog 1 (tw: n/a)

Eddie (tw: body horror)

Test (tw: gore, body horror, dismemberment, abuse, assault, medical horror/trauma, needles)

Conclusion (tw: body horror, dismemberment, abuse, religious imagery)

Chapter 2:

From Fifi with love (tw: vomit, disease, infection, blood, body horror)

Goodnight (tw: vomit, broken bones, body horror)

Locked in (tw: n/a)

Phone home (tw: drinking, smoking, drunk mention)

Recap (posted and viewable icly!) (tw: n/a)

Chain (tw: blood, repetition)

Blind Terror (tw: body horror, human experimentation, human trafficking, child abuse, child soldiers, eye horror)

Upgrade (tw: n/a)

Chapter 3:

Down the Rabbit Hole Again (tw: n/a)

Eddie's POV (tw: smoking, drug use, animal death, parent death, body horror, unsanitary)

Toothache (tw: gore, mold, body horror, tricksters, trickster mode, food waste)

Honeypot (posted and viewable icly) (tw: n/a)

Blighted (tw: gore, mold, body horror, animal death, parent death, vomit)

Homesick (tw: n/a)

Waterfall of Truth (tw: blood, death, brain damage)

One-Tail (tw: blood, death, body horror, child abuse, human experimentation, brain damage, brain trauma, gore)

Siege (tw: blood, death, gore, cannibalism, emetophobia, body horror)

Chapter 4:

Update (tw: n/a)

Tick (tw: hanging, nooses, death, body horror, horror, mouths, teeth)

Tock (tw: hanging, nooses, death, teeth, bugs, spiders, body horror)

[hopeswriting]

where to send... an excellent question tbh. maybe just by this ask? reblogging is lovely ofc! but i'm not sure if the tumblr formatting would work with the id added in directly into the fic in the same way ao3 would have it 🤔

( thank you so much for your help btw! but there's really no rush, i'm only 1/6 ish done with the rewrite/proper version at the moment, haha... )

i can finally get back to you on this, so here i am. <3

so you said you wanted help for the ids, but what do you specifically have troubles with? describing the expressions maybe, seeing as that’s what you’re using them for, or something else?

as for the tags/tws, i honestly don’t think there’s any tws so to speak of. the whole healing process byakuran does is a bit unsettling, as well as the fact enma’s injuries are described more in details during the process, but i think a “mention injuries” tag would be enough. i’d definitely keep the rating at g in any case. but if you want to be safe, of course go ahead and add a tag for the bit of body horror vibes the fic has! (i’d actually go for safe rather than sorry myself haha.) something like “slight body horror” maybe? tho i’m sure the body horror tag is a canonical one on ao3, and if it has variants too you can choose the one you think fits the most and amend it as you see fit!

another tw i’d warn for is of course the bullying. tho it’s only implied and nothing actually happens, so just a “mention bullying” or “implied/referenced bullying” tag would be enough imo.

and idk if this is too much lol, but this is overall how i’d tag your fic.

au - post-canon, mention injuries, mention (or implied/referenced) bullying, slight body horror, fluff, bonding, healing (or another variant of it that’d fit more and would be more specific to your fic if there is one), romance if you squint (< if you want to be funny about it lol, and more if you tag the fic as enma/byakuran) or can be read as romantic (< this one more if you tag it as enma & byakuran), images embedded, (maybe a tag here about how byakuran comes off as a bit unsettling/creepy if you want. and whatever other canonical tags byakuran may already have that’d fit), (i’d check the canonical tags for enma too to see if one fits and add it here), may be ooc (as you said to take enma’s pov with a grain of salt and that byakuran isn’t really accurate to your hcs? but that’s up to you if you want to use it!), pov third person limited (< but not everyone feels the need to precise the pov)

sorry if it’s a bit confusing lol, but i can clarify anything you need me to so don’t hesitate asking me about it! and of course this is only for you to take inspiration from, no pressure to do it exactly like that. but if it can help, here’s the pattern i personally follow to help me tag my fics:

where does the fic take place in relation to canon and/or what type of au i’m working with here -> any cw or tw in the fic -> what the fic is about generally speaking + whatever unusual thing i may have done with it (like for example in this case, the fact you added images to it -> the specific way i characterized the characters or the specifc traits of their personality i focused on -> the pov -> everything that isn’t really in and of itself about the fic but more around it (my go-to is if it was beta-d or not, if it’s cross-posted elsewhere, and how i don’t want it to be copied anywhere else. that’s also when i use chatty tags to precise one thing or another about the fic.)

as for a general feedback on your fic, maybe i can try to give one once you’ll be done writing the final version of it? i’d feel a bit bad and it’d be a bit hard to give you feedback on an unfinished version (and it’d be a bit unfair besides).

[ask-the-admin-more-to-come]

It’s not that hard to just accept how things turned out. You seem like you really need to just get over it. Like you said, you survived, you should be happy. If you can’t get over something like that then all you’re going to do is fail and fuck it all up.

How many people do you think will get hurt when you fail? It’s not like they’ll be able to just ‘come back’.

I know this! I just. Please stop I need a moment. I need to breathe!

[The tears falling from Kahs face began to thicken up and turned an orange color. Flammable objects in the area began to singe as they soon erupted into flames. His skin beginning to crack like rocks. His breathing turning ragged and harsh.]

So many people have died here. So many people have died cause I couldn’t do my job. Cause of my incompetence. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have this job. I should’ve stayed a D-class.

[His skin soon popped. And a hunk of it feel to the floor. Revealing a pure black color with cracked lines of orange]

[rwhalzili-a]

Me: I should sleep Brain: Me: . . . Me a while later

[ask-the-blind-archer]

(( Uhhhh Hi, I’ve been absent and swamped lately, working on commissions and such, but I thought I’d slap down this Ninjago oc story in the midst of all the chaos. My incomplete Nindroid oc Stella!

https://www.wattpad.com/724801058-s-t-e-l-l-a-collecting-dust

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13270967/1/STELLA

Art attached is done by @montyrouge , go check her out! She’s doing commissions right now!))

[seiyasabi]

Momma’s Boy

(This is a Yandere Severus Snape x Hufflepuff! Female Reader story :)) Sorry if this is too OOC!

TW: Bullying!, unhealthy feelings!, manipulation!, Mommy kink!, face sitting!, creampie!, Femdom!, consensual sex!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

A wide hand smacks his books from his hands, casting everything onto the cobblestone floor. A soft sigh leaves the blach haired man’s mouth, as he slowly looks up from his belongings, to see a smirking Sirius Black. 

“Watch where you’re going, Snape-boy,” The four males let out ugly laughs, eyes filled with mockery. Severus says nothing, moving to pick up his things, only to be stopped by James. 

“Don’t think that we’ll let you off the hook that easily,” The brunet’s glasses gleam with a dark delight, making the bullied boy gulp in fear, “We’ve seen you creep around that cute hufflepuff- what was her name again?” He pretends to think, allowing a grinning Peter to take over. 

“Yeah, you’ve been creeping around that cutie, (Your Name), for far too long. We’ve noticed you following her like a kicked puppy,” Remus shoves Severus into the wall, causing the 6’1 (1.85 m) man to hit it harshly. 

“Don’t think we haven’t noticed you telling her lies about us,” Confusion is clear on the tall man’s face, causing all four of them to scoff, “She refuses to hang out with us, because she claims we harass you! That’s not true, is it, Snape-boy?” 

“I-well, uhm-”

“I-well, uhm,” James mocks, a knowing grin on his devilish features, “Don’t be nervous, we won’t hurt you.”

“Well, you lot haven’t been too kind to me these past few years,” More scoffs echo off the cobblestone walls, making the tall man feel small. 

“That’s not true, and you know it. We’ve been joking around with you, because we’re friends, aren’t we?” Remus reassures condescendingly, “Plus, friends tell friends when they’re wrong. You’re wrong for pursuing (Your Name), because Remus, here,” He slaps the dirty blond man on the back good-naturedly, “Liked her first. So, having you around, writing in your creepy notebooks about her, will no longer be appreciated.” 

An angry flush covers Snape’s pale cheeks, “It-it’s not like that! (Your Name) is my friend, please don’t make me-”

“Make you? We never make you do anything. We’re just suggesting you leave her alone, unless you want us to take matters into our own hands.” 

Sweat beads on the brow of the black haired man, as he tried to look around for anyone willing to help. No one besides the five of them are in the hall. 

“No,” The four raise a collective eyebrow at his disobedience, “No, I won’t stop being friends with (Your Name). I don’t care what you do to me.”

“That’s sweet, really, but I’m going to have to change your mind,” Remus snarls, his hands balling into fists. In a swift motion, the dirty blond man starts to punch at Severus’ face and chest. The tall man doesn’t have time to put his hands up, getting wailed in the head and torso multiple times. 

The blond’s friends jump in as well, quickly bringing their victim to the floor. Their kicks and hits are rapid paced, disorienting him relatively quickly. He curls into the fetus position, trying to protect his head, luckily stopping their punches. 

His assault continues for a few moments more, before he’s dragged to his feet, and held against the wall by the collar of his shirt, “Are you going to leave her alone now?” 

Snape shakes his head, blood dripping down his face, entire body aching, “No, I won’t. I let you lot walk all over me for far too long. We’re in our last year, why are you acting as if we’re first years?” 

Remus tightens his grip around his collar, teeth bared like an animal, “That’s the wrong answer.”

The blond raises a fist to punch him once more, only to be stopped by a familiar voice. 

“What are you doing?” Your concerned voice rings through the hall, along with your running footsteps. Hurrying up to the group of boys, you start to shove at Remus, trying to break his hold on your close friend (crush), “Let him go! Are you crazy?” 

Your friends are seen down the hall, looking at you in both surprise and slight disdain, “(Your Name), stay out of their business. Once they settle it, everything will be fine-”

“You can’t honestly think that I’ll let them hurt Severus! He’s our friend, and-”

“Stop standing up for him, he’s a total creep. The Marauders are doing you a favour-” You block out what your friends are saying, continuing to push at the blond’s hands. 

“Stop it, Remus! Just leave him alone!” He quickly pulls away, causing you to sigh in relief, only for you to be the one pinned against the wall. Your friend is being held by the blond’s lackeys, holding him back from helping you. Your other friends watch on in horror.

“Why must you always get in my way, Love? I’m trying to teach him a lesson,” You wrinkle your nose in disgust, trying to wriggle out of his grip. 

“Don’t call me that. Just leave Severus and I alone. I understand that you have taken a liking towards me, but that doesn’t excuse your horrid behaviour. If anything, it makes me dislike you! You’re nasty, big headed, crude, and mean for virtually no reason! I don’t understand why you and your friends act this way-”

“He doesn’t deserve your affection!” He blurts out without thinking, his grip on your wrists tightening, “He hangs around you like a dark shadow, he makes everyone around him uncomfortable-”

“I think he’s cute,” You snap out uncharacteristically, “In fact, him following me around is harmless; you following me around, on the other hand, is very harmful. People are afraid to talk to me because of you, and he’s one of the only people who stayed being my friend. I don’t want to hear you talk badly about him, when he has made my life better than it was before.”

Remus releases you after a long moment of silence, a hurt look on his handsome features, “Fine. Stay with the freak if you want to, just don’t come crying to me-”

“I won’t. I won’t seek you out, ever,” The blond motions towards his friends, prompting them to release your friend. You hurry to the dark haired man, cupping his face with soft hands, “Are you alright, Severus? They didn’t hurt you too badly did they?” His lip trembles, signaling oncoming tears, prompting you to turn towards your friends and wave off their concern, “It’s alright, you guys go to class, I’ll take him to the nurse.”

They stalked off, Remus constantly looking back at you. Unfortunately for him, all of your attention is on a certain tall man. 

“Come along, Sev, let’s go to the nurse,” He shakes his head as he sobs uncontrollably, “No? Well, I can’t let you stay battered… Do you want to go to my dormitory? I’ll heal you there,” He nods, allowing you to half-drag-half-pull him towards the Hufflepuff dorm. You’d picked up his things and set them in your satchel, before heading off. Many cast the Slytherin man questioning looks, but quickly realised who was helping him. You’re known as one of the kindest souls at Hogwarts, so it’s not too unlike you to help the freaks of the school. 

Once in your room, you help him sit on your full size mattress. You share the room with only one other girl, leaving two empty beds between the both of you. Luckily, she’s out of the room, most likely at her boyfriend’s dorm room. 

Sitting beside him, you quickly pull out your wand, “This might feel a bit weird, but I promise I’m helping,” You murmur a healing spell to yourself, watching as his skin becomes smooth and even toned once more, “There we go! Good as-oh no, why are you crying again? Did it hurt?” 

Hearing your distraught voice, he tries to comfort you whilst bawling his eyes out, “Nu-no, no, you du-did nothing wu-wrong,” He throws his arms around you, bringing you into a tight hug, “It-it’s just… You treat me so well, and-and I love you so much-” He cuts himself off to hide his face in your neck. Oh no, he just accidentally confessed!

You giggle to yourself at his shy behaviour, and run a hand through his messy hair, “It’s because I love you too, silly,” When you say that, Severus practically feels his soul leave his body. His Darling loves him?

“You-you love me too?” Nodding against him, you cuddle him sweetly. You rub his back reassuringly, rocking him slightly. 

“Yep! I’ve liked you for the past few years, but I never had the courage to confess,” He raises his head, looking at you with watery eyes. 

“Really?” When you nod, he can’t help himself, “Can I- Can I please have a kiss?” 

“Of course!” You lean forward, giving him a sweet peck. Severus practically creams his pants at the feeling of your lips on his. Seeing his bright red face, you frown a bit, moving his hair out of his face, “Are you alright? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?” 

“No! No, it was nice,” A dreamy smile crosses his handsome features, as he leans in again, “Can I please have another one?” Smiling, you nod, smooching him softly once more. 

This, in turn, turns into a whole makeout session. You slide onto his lap, making it easier for you to reach his mouth. Your new seating arrangements allow you to feel his hard cock under your ass, a small smile quirking its way onto your lips, “Are you excited, Sevvy?” You hear a small whimper in response, causing you to giggle, “Do you want me to help you?”

“Please?” Instead of responding, you start to grind against his clothed cock. Your panty clad cunny is directly against his fly, your skirt just barely covering your ass. Grabbing his hands, you place them on your hips, their massive size making you feel secure. Severus whines at your grinding movement, hips bucking into your own. To silence him, you give him an open mouthed kiss, your tongue dominating his own. 

Drawing away from his mouth, there’s a long string of saliva connecting you both together. Using a manicured finger, you break it, and bring it to your mouth. Your tongue darts out, licking your shared spit off seductively, “Do you want me to fuck you, Sevvy? Wanna be inside of me?” 

“Yes! Yes, please!” You run a hand over his clothing clad chest, kissing him on the cheek. 

“Okay, Baby. Do you want me to suck your cock? Or do you wanna eat me out?” His hands grip at the fat of your hips, drool practically dripping from his gaping mouth. 

“Let me eat you, please,” Snape begs, bucking slightly into you. You cup his face with both hands and grin, pinching his cheeks teasingly. 

“Okie dokie, Sevvy. Lay back for me,” He drops back like a corpse, flopping haphazardly on your, surprisingly comfortable, mattress. Unzipping your uniform skirt, you slide it down your legs, tossing it on the other side of your bed. Your cute boyfriend gasps at the sight of your thong, never seeing one before. Chuckling at his shocked reaction, you quickly strip yourself of your blazer and dress shirt, exposing your lace bralette, “Do you like what you see?” 

His head practically snaps off his neck with how fast he nods, “You look so… so beautiful, (Your Name). I feel so lucky to see you this way,” A dark blush coats your (skin colour) cheeks, as you look away a bit shyly. 

“Thank you. Will you let me see you undressed?” He squeaks out a ‘yes,’ prompting you to practically rip off his slacks, dress shirt, and blazer. Only in his drawers, your heart jumps into your throat. His broad shoulder and lightly muscled abdomen look wonderfully full, and the very apparent bulge in his boxers make you lick your lips hungrily, “Are you ready to eat my pussy, Sev?”

“Yes, please sit on my face,” You gawk at his out-of-character words, but do as he asks. Slipping your panties off, you scoot forward, placing your bare cunny on his awaiting maw. He helps you settle on him by wrapping his arms around your (Size) thighs, relishing the feeling of your fat being squished between his forearm and bicep. 

Because he wrapped his arms over your legs, he is able to part your pussy lips, giving him easy access to your throbbing core. He gives an experimental lick to your slit, making your legs tremble. Now knowing that he’s doing something right, he dives in like  a man starved. His teeth lightly nip at your engorged clit, all whilst his tongue dips into your dripping hole. A squeal leaves your lips, signaling the pleasure you’re currently feeling. 

Gripping his head by his hair, you throw your head back in pleasure, “Ye-yes! You’re doing so well for me!” He keens at your praise, increasing the speed of his ministrations. Though you can tell that he’s a virgin, he’s exceeding your expectations by a long shot. Lightly grinding against his face, more moans and whimpers leave your throat, your entire body becoming rigid as your orgasm approaches. With one last well placed suck, you’re cumming into his open mouth. Your juices run down his chin and splash against his cheekbones, causing Snape’s heart to practically beat out of his chest. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Moving off of his face, you pat him on the head affectionately, “Did I do good?” He wipes some of your juices off of his mug, before slurping them down. 

“You were amazing, Sevvy. Have you done this before?” He shakes his head no, making you coo softly, “You’re a natural! Such a good boy.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” It’s like his entire body took a screenshot, with how still he became. He must have thought you’d be disgusted… but you aren’t. Instead, a small moan leaves your lips, before you bring him up into a hug. 

“My Baby Boy likes calling me Mommy? You’re so adorable,” You reach down to his cock, pulling him out with a tender touch. His tip is a dark pink, his precum dripping down his thick length. A large vein runs up the underside of his circumcised prick, and you can’t wait to sit on it, “Is it ok for Mommy to sit on your pretty cock, Sevvy?” You slip him between your cunny lips, grinding down on his length, and mixing your liquids together. 

“Ye-yes, Mommy! Please, please fuck me!” Taking him in one hand, you guide him to your opening, before pushing his tip inside teasingly. His whimper causes a gush of your slick to coat his length, helping you ease down him, until your pelvises touch. You can feel his dark, trimmed pubic hair rub against your cunny, making you squeeze down experimentally, “You-you’re so tight!” 

Smiling at him coyly, you reach behind you, and unclasp your bra, letting your perfect tits jiggle enticingly. You toss it aside, before grasping Severus’ hands, and guiding them to your breasts. He immediately squeezes, loving the feeling of them in his hands. You let out a small whimper, moving your hips in a circular motion, ultimately grinding him against your cervix. 

“Can I move, Pretty Boy?” Groans of pleasure rattle his chest, as you start to suck dark hickies onto his pristine skin. 

“Yes! Yes!” Giggling, you quickly lift your hips almost off of his cock, before slamming down harshly. Both of you groan in pleasure, signaling you to increase your pace. Moving at lightning speed, you start to bounce rapidly. Tits jiggling in the Slytherin boy’s hands, you bring him into a heated kiss. 

You swallow down his desperate whines, your hands pulling at his unkempt locks. Juices dripping down his cock, both of your thighs are quickly covered by your essence. His abdomen rubs against your clit with every bounce, bringing you closer and closer to your release. 

Breaking from the kiss, you suck on the skin of his throat, before speaking, “You’re so big, Sevvy. My pussy can barely handle how thick you are,” His hips meet yours, hitting your cervix harshly. A loud moan escapes you, “Fu-fuck! You’re so good for Mommy! Come on, Darling, meet my movement, and you can cum inside.”

At your words, he starts a breakneck pace, meeting your every movement with a mighty thrust. Your hands reach up to pinch his pretty, pink nipples, making him falter in his movements. 

“Mommy! Mommy-you feel so good! Please let me cum inside!” Increasing almost impossibly in speed, you feel yourself quickly hurtling over the edge. 

“Gu-go ahead! Mommy wants you to cum with her!” With one last sitting movement, the both of you orgasm harshly. Your back arches almost painfully, as you feel him fill you to the brim with thick, hot cum. Your own juices squirt out, coating the both of you in a sheen of white sperm and a glossy cunny juice. 

Severus face plants into your chest, practically drowning in your perfect teats. Whilst catching your breath, you run your hands through his hair, loving how silky the strands are. 

“You did well, Sevvy. You were so good for me,” You fully embrace him, as he buries his head further into your plush chest. 

“Th-thank you, Mommy, I’m glad I was good enough for you,” Bringing his face up to your level (wish is relatively hard, because he’s tall), you smile sweetly at him. 

“You’re always enough for me,” Kissing him on the forehead, you cuddle into him for a while longer. 

While you’re content and happy, Severus is over the moon. 

The girl he’d pined over for years is finally within his grasp! He’d have to write this moment down the moment he gets to his dorm! 

He’s just one step closer to stealing her away the moment they graduate. Hopefully, you’ll still be the homemaker he knows you’re meant to be, even if you’re a bit angry at him at first. 

Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he knows that you’re the only one for him. Hopefully, you think the same, too.