#-sweats- i w a s a monster

[strwbmei1]

cw: dom gn!reader, reader has a cock, degradation, name calling, crying, size difference, office sex, orgasm denial, cunt slapping, creampie, overstimulation (?)

Fu Xuan is a prideful woman. You learned that when you first met her, and you knew it when the two of you started dating.

You also knew that she was a brat. One that you loved to spoil; even if she kept on giving you snarky remarks and provoking you.

Unfortunately for Fu Xuan, you weren't in the mood for her games this time. You were having a rough week; whenever you saw that smug smirk on her face, you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off her and fuck her into submission.

So you started ignoring her. Of course, you still gave Fu Xuan some attention; you weren't a monster. Giving her a few nods and hums when she asked for your opinion on things, eating lunch with her; things like that.

But it wasn't enough. Nowhere near enough. Fu Xuan wanted- no, needed your attention. Even in bed where you two usually shared nights filled with passion, you paid no attention to her and went to sleep immediately. Your lover was starting to get impatient.

NSFW under the cut !

And honestly— Who would've thought?

Who would've thought the Master Diviner of the Luofu could be so pathetic; her greedy cunt dirtying your thighs with her slick as she begs for you to fuck her already. In her own office, nonetheless; where she's supposed to be contributing to the safety of the Luofu— certainly not begging for your cock like a common whore.

Usually, you would've complied to Fu Xuan's pleading immediately. After all, it's not often she was so needy and desperate for you. A shame she's been such a brat. Otherwise, you're sure that by now you'd be fucking her into the mattress, or any surface really; giving her orgasm after orgasm.

Though ultimately, it was taking all of your self-restraint not to. You should be given an award from holding yourself back this long, really.

A little more than a day. That was how long you've given your lover the cold shoulder. Not much time; but enough for Fu Xuan to beg for you; to feel you stretch her tight cunt out again.

Fu Xuan hides her face in the crook of your neck as she continues rutting against your thighs like a bitch in heat; her cunt throbbing around nothing as she attempts to get you to finally fuck her.

"Please.. hng- need it so bad..!" You bounce your thigh, making her whimper. Such a sweet sound; and only you could illicit them out of her. "Need what, baby? If you want something, use your words." You whisper into her ear in a mocking, yet stern tone.

Fu Xuan pulls back. Her hair is disheveled; beads of sweat decorating her delicate features. And-

Fuck.

Tears pool up in the corner of her eyes, streaming down her puffy cheeks. "Need you to fill me.. please." Fu Xuan says breathlessly; eyes fluttering shut as she holds onto your arms for support.

The sight of the usually prideful woman crying combined with her words... How could you say no?

You couldn't.

A few moments later, you had Fu Xuan bent over her desk; trying her best to stay quiet as you pounded into her relentlessly. "W-wait..! 's too much!" She whines breathlessly, one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.

"What? You thought I was going to be kind to you?" You sneer at Fu Xuan, a particularly hard thrust making her let out a shaky moan. "This was the reaction you were hoping for, wasn't it? Damn brat." Your hand tightly grips onto her waist as the other one reaches down to rub circles on her clit.

Fu Xuan lets out a choked sob at the sudden stimulation, thighs shaking lightly as she throws her head back from the pleasure. "Not there, I'm gonna-" her words are quickly cut off by a moan as you slap her clit. "Did I say you could cum? Hold it in." You lean forward and whisper into her ears.

Your thrusting gets sloppier and faster— a telltale sign you were gonna cum soon. One your lover was all too familiar with. "I can't.. mmph! Hold it in much longer, please..!" She pleads, eyes rolling back as you rail her without abandon.

"Fuck, Fu Xuan.. so tight. Such a whore for my cock. What would your dear subordinates think if they saw you like this, hm?" You taunted, completely ignoring her words. Not that Fu Xuan cared about what the others thought at the moment; she was too busy focusing on the feeling of your cock stretching her out.

"Go on. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock." You lean forward, leaving bite marks all over Fu Xuan's neck, shoulders, back, and anywhere you could reach. Surely, the woman would give you an earful later; but her fair, unblemished skin was far too tempting to not mark.

With one final thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her; filling her up with your seed just like she asked you to. She moans shakily, squirming as she has the first of many orgasms to come.

"Mm.. so good. Taking all of my cum so well.." You breathe heavily, taking a moment before you start thrusting again. "Wait.. I-I can't. Please, no more.." Fu Xuan mewls, looking back at you over her shoulder as she tries to close her trembling legs. "Yes you can. Just one more. Give me one more and I'll stop." You say as you wipe her tears.

It was never just one more with you; she knew that, but she spread her legs anyway. You weren't going to let her go. At least, not any time soon.

[hanlimz]

[midnight thoughts: jongseong + domestic life]

pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader [ig implied fem!reader, but it isn't rly specified where jinsol comes from,,,, if u,,, catch my drift ig LMAOO] genre/warnings: domestic fluff bc i need to marry park jongseong asap >:( !!! / food cw !, corny flirting bc i love playful banter, misleading title bc i posted this in the evening lolol, also i finished this at 3am again so the end is prob a bit ramble-y (?) wc: ~0.9k (this is pretty short considering i could talk abt jay 4ever) a/n: inspired by jay's weverse post where he told engenes to eat more fruit <////3 (i love him so much it's literally not even funny) / i also have no idea where "jinsol" came from ?? i've never had baby fever in my LIFE??? but oh to have a happy little family w park jongseong :'''''') / also i listened to seasons by wave to earth while writing 10/10 recommend

humidity weighs heavy in the summer air as a bead of sweat threatens to trail its way from the valley between your shoulder blades down to the small of your back. the weather would be unbearable if not for the large bowl of freshly cut fruit in your lap and the angelic bouts of laughter spilling from your daughter's lips. a fake tiara is poised atop her tiny head, the bottom of her fairy costume is stained with dirt from the garden, and she's poking your husband with a magic wand you recently purchased for her birthday.

you giggle as you spot jongseong pretending to be some fantastical monster; he chases your daughter back and forth through the park with a menacing twitch of his nose and an undeniable fondness twinkling in his gaze. relishing in this moment of peace, large clouds billow out into the sweeping, blue sky to offer a temporary reprieve from the sun's unyielding heat. however, even in spite of the shade, condensation pools in your lap as the bowl of fruit succumbs to the sweltering temperatures.

"oh, princess jinsol!" you call, having to suppressing a chuckle as your daughter's face immediately lights up at the new title. "the fruit's going to be all warm if you don't catch that big, scary beast soon!"

jongseong shoots you a playful glare as an exaggerated pout is etched into his features. while jinsol is still distracted by trying to figure out how to defeat her father-turned-sworn-enemy, he scoops her up into his arms and peppers an array of kisses all over her face. another spell of that same, ethereal laughter graces your ears as the two of them draw closer; your daughter is squirming in jongseong's hold, and as soon as she escapes from the "monster's" clutches, she buries herself into your side to nuzzle her forehead into the soft fabric of your sundress.

"daddy's so silly—huh, babygirl?" you say, running two knuckles along the soft, rounded expanse of her cheek. as you move the bowl out of her way, jinsol nods into the crook of your hip; she seems to find solace in the damp cotton and the hypnotic patterns you're tracing into her skin. "never goes easy on his princess, hm?"

jongseong brushes his fingers through jinsol's hair before reaching up to pinch your cheek. "hey—i let her win, sometimes ..." he protests, glancing down at his daughter; her chest rises and falls in a rhythmic pattern, and the fatigued fluttering of her eyelids mimic the butterflies accompanying your summer picnic. jongseong places a loving kiss to the crown of your head while admiring the little masterpiece napping atop your thighs. your lover lowers his voice to a careful whisper, "i just felt like i had to live up to the title of 'big, scary beast' that was bestowed upon me."

"oh, i see ..." you hum with a playful lilt, "what were you even trying to be—a troll?"

he snorts, "an ogre, maybe?"

"some sort of mortally wounded dragon?" you offer, basking in the feeling of his shoulder bouncing against yours. jongseong leans into your side as he carefully reaches over you and jinsol to grab a piece of watermelon, but you're quicker. ever the bringer of mischief—you snatch the bowl away from him with an impish grin dancing at the corners of your mouth. "maybe instead of stealing the princess, though," you simper, wiggling your eyebrows in the way you know makes him laugh, "you could steal a kiss from me?"

your husband scoffs, but lets his fingers waltz up the length of your arm nevertheless. "hilarious," he deadpans, quirking an eyebrow to stare at you over the rim of his sunglasses. "you're pretty bold to assume that one kiss would satisfy a super strong, super awesome dragon with sexy shades."

"ugh, you're so lucky i love you," you groan, faking a gag before succumbing to his charms—regardless of the strange ways that they may manifest in. "how about two kisses and i give you the watermelon?"

"haggling, now, are we?" jongseong chuckles, hooking his index finger under your chin, "i'll raise you ... three kisses, the watermelon, and another picnic next weekend."

"you've got yourself a deal, park jongseong."

your husband moves forward to press a gentle kiss against the tip of your nose; it forces a symphony of giggles from your mouth, but everything goes quiet when his lips meet yours in a conjunction that mirrors the sensation of ice cold lemonade gliding down your throat on a warm, summer's afternoon. the way jongseong kisses you is light and refreshing; he never fails to send shivers up your spine, and his lips are always sure to leave you dazed when he pulls away. jongseong draws back, stopping for a moment to graze the pad of his thumb over your cupid's bow before craning his neck up to place one more lingering kiss to your forehead.

"can i snag a piece of watermelon, now?" jongseong asks, that same exaggerated pout reappearing on his face.

you laugh, "anything for you, dear."

there's a beat of silence. a delicate summer breeze coaxes a sweet melody from the leaves that hang on the surrounding trees. as you watch jongseong feast on a mouthful of fresh fruit, you card your fingers through jinsol's silken hair. your princess is safe once more, sleeping soundly beneath the hidden stars in the evening sky. perhaps, in the future, she will face dragons more dangerous than the one her father pretends to be—but, for now, she is peaceful in your arms. mesmerized by the sheer adoration swelling in your heart, you don't actively register your husband's soft hand squeezing at the back of our neck. instead, it's a comforting pressure, it's a quiet reassurance that everything is okay, and it's a resolute promise to protect his happy, little family until the end of time.

it's love.

and, really, what more could you ask for?

[btnclmrttn]

Hiii I am new to your blog and I really enjoy your writing ^w^

Can you do a headcanon or one shot (I don’t really know the difference) of saitama having a op s/o? I feel like he would be motivated to train and to try and defeat her. if you end up doing this thank you :D

(How I would say the difference is a one shot is a short story while headcanons are a list of things that COULD make a story. I like those better bc that's how my mind writes stories tbh. In chunks)

OP S/O Headcanons

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Backtrack a bit, could you imagine that MEETING?Like he witnessed this freakazoid monster get folded by what he assumed was a pedestrian at first. Now you had him a bit curious. What were you doing? Undercover hero? Secret villain? He had to ask

He did compliment your ability to pack a punch. Out of his own curiosity, he asked how it felt. He wanted you to give him a punch like that. Completely straightforward that he could probably take it, and he was just curious.

After some convincing, quite a bit of it as a random stranger asked you to basically kick his ass, you give him a decent one. It did not kill him, but Saitama was surprised to find himself unable to keep balance and was sent flying. Despite preparing for it, it landed him on his ass with quite a bit of pain!

He was so bamboozled you almost managed to walk away. He was back up and caught you again, asking if you held back. Man wanted a real punch! You were insisting on not hurting him, so you declined. He let you go off, then went home and pondered the rest of the night. Could this be? He might have found a match?

He ended up finding you again and insisted on inviting you over for dinner. He wanted to talk to you about what happened the other day and was also going to observe the shit out of you

Over dinner, a meal he made himself, he had eye contact with you that was hard to get away from. He wasn't screwing around in the slightest. Despite the conversation trailing to similar interests, hobbies, it circled back around to your guy's biggest relation: strength. He opened more and more the more he saw himself in you, and you both decided to have a real spar. Even a wager. Loser buys dinner that day.

You guys found a good open area away from people to wreck shit on. The spar was an interesting one to say the least. You kept knocking Saitama down, and he kept bouncing back up. Even though it wasn't so well in his favor, it almost gave you a run for your money. Your strength might have pushed over, but his stamina and willpower almost got you.

The final time you got him down, you made sure to hold him there and tell him to knock it off before he hurt himself. He was the most sweat drenched he's ever been, wheezing with an old pain in his chest he thought he'd forgotten, and echoing with pains he would feel for the next week. It was all your doing. Bro fell in love right there

He was absolutely more than motivated to pick up training again, but it had to be with you, as you're the only thing he hasn't maxed out on. It was good for you too to have an ever growing challenge by the week. You certainly could keep each other busy. He's a fast learner, and determined to show you what he can do. Maybe a little obvious he's trying to impress you. He's got a wager in plan for the future. He gets you down, you're going out with him!

[opiumkitten]

Disobedience Begets Consequence

Zhongli, the Archon of War, wasn't always a calm man. After all, he is the Rex Lapis everyone knows.

So, of course he has a disciple who is a bit unruly every now and again. How does he fix this?

In his own little way of course.

Ruixia is an OC of mine. She's a common theme that shows up in my work as a Senri. I usually do Y/N works, but I wanted to release something small of my own as I start incorporating more of my more concrete reads here. I hope you enjoy Ruixia and Zhongli <3

There will be a part 2 and maybe even a 3. Part 2 will be posted soon since we've already had 3 released today.

Warning: Free Use, Aggression, Degradation, Submission, Half monster fucking (Zhongli has a barb)

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“Ruixia, I told you not to go down into that village for any reason-“

“But they were screaming for help-“

“That village is ridden with karma-“

“You told me to help whenever I can-“

“NOT THAT VILLAGE. STRICTLY.” Pointing at the dark, muddled houses, Zhongli glared angrily at the Senri, her ears flat as her tails lashed.

“The karma they have is a direct result of what they’d done 100 years ago, and you, by interfering, have made it worse.” Getting in close, he tapped her nose with his finger.

“You only listen halfway. Never consult me before barging in. Do you not understand just who I am, or are you testing –“

Electricity zapped up his arm from where she bit his finger, Ruixia eyes sharp as venom spat from them.

“Rex Lapis, this Rex Lapis that- I’m so scared of the Lord of Geo-“

She wasn’t sure what happened after he’d grabbed her by the mouth, his palm cutting off her rant as he forced her into the stone so roughly, pain bloomed at the base of her skull.

A deep growl resonated around them before gold emanated from his being-

Tearing open her hanfu, she panicked as he hitched her leg up, ripping her panties before unsheathing himself.

“W-wait- Rex Lapis I-“ He didn’t give her a chance to rescind, forcing his way inside as she whined loudly over his invasion. Beating at his chest, she gripped hard at the lapels of his robes as she tried steadying herself, Zhongli pumping hard inside her.

Her whining soon turned to wanton moans, tears streaking down her face as she tried to hide it, but Zhongli wasn’t having it.

Grabbing her by the throat, he forced her to look at him, embarrassment flooding her cheeks and running down her thighs as it stained the front of his pants.

“Please-..My Lord I-“

“Scolding you never works. You NEVER learn your lesson till I fuck it into you, disobedient little wretch.”

Shivers ran up her spine as her tail wrapped around his wrist. Humiliation as she bit her lip, made Zhongli’s aura grow brighter, enjoying the bounce of her supple breasts as her back arched.

That’s when she noticed through the blurriness of her tears that his horns and tail had grown out.

She’d really pissed him off this time, didn’t she?

“My Lord- I’m so-“

“Save it. Apologize with your body.” Snapping at her, he leaned in as he reached deeper, making her scream-

His fangs pierced her neck, making her eyes roll back as her body gave-

He didn’t stop- fucking her through her orgasm as her claws dug so deep into his back, he felt the beads of crimson running down his shoulders. Her blood was sweet, her sweat and pheromones mixing well on his tongue as he licked his way up her jugular.

“You are MY disciple. YOU. Serve. ME. Understand, Ruixia?”

“Y-yes My-Mmmmm~”

“Yes-What?” His words were pronounced with every vicious thrust, her sweet spot completely open from this angle.

“M-Master~”

“You do as I say when?”

“When…when you s-say it-!”  Pinching her nipple roughly, Zhongli slapped her tit before clawing her thigh angrily.

“You listen when?”

“The first time- Master I’m gonna cum again-“

Ruixia’s eyes were Prussian with guilt, lips pouty and open as her moans bounced around the bamboo forest.

“Did I tell you you could cum?” Clenching down to stop the release, Zhongli had to stop his eyes from rolling as she trapped her swollen lip between her teeth.

“No-Master. For-forgive me-“ Zhongli buried himself to the hilt, her breath catching in her chest as she looked down. She felt his pulse as every inch was stuffed inside her, her own quicker and harder as her flower tried milking his seed from him.

“Will you go back into that village?” Grinding into her, he felt her walls stretch tighter around him, her head kicking back as he abused her Gspot.

“N-no sir-“

“Will you help them?”

“No-sir” thumbing over her nipple, Zhongli breathed in deep as he licked over the wound he’d placed on her neck.

“Will you take every drop I fuck into this disobedient little hole?”

Her hard nod as her eyes met his, was cute. Her hips had started moving on their own, begging for his pleasurous reward- I mean, her lesson to resume.

“Yeah? You won’t waste a drop?”

“No...No Master.”

“You’ll keep it in all day?”

“I’d be…honored…to be your fuck toy, Rex Lapis…” Smirking, Zhongli ghosted over her lips as his hands trailed south. Fishing through the silk and satin, he knew exactly where to go, pressing against her womb-

Brushing over his brand on her skin, he felt his thickness as he slid all the way out.

The delicious symphony of her gooey sex met his ears as a ragged moan left her, her eyes searching to see-

As he leaned back, Ruixia got a good look of his dick covered in her arousal.

“You think you deserve it?”

“No…no I don’t. I’m a disobedient little wretch who gets off on making her Master angry. I don’t deserve your graciousness nor your seed.” Panting roughly, new tears formed as her need flared. Pain along with pleasure searing across her body as she became hyper sensitive.

But Zhongli didn’t move as he watched her wither. Silently, he watched her melt as his aura took hold.

Ruixia wasn’t like his other disciples. She didn’t obey him like Ganyu or Xiao did. She enjoyed causing mischief and forced his hand in ways that a scolding or a fight wouldn’t help.

And so, he made a contract with her.

Branding her body, whenever she disobeyed him, he’d carve the lesson into her flesh, and use the karma to fuck her out so thoroughly she’d think twice before repeating the same mistake.

And she’d thank him for every bit of it.

She’s become more obedient, only doing “good” misdeeds.

But as those lidded eyes met his.

He was sure that long ago; she’d figured out that if she ‘misbehaved’ she’d end up under him.

Smirking at him, Zhongli gripped her throat-

Forcing his way inside, he felt her orgasm pool around him before glossing down her thighs.

But he didn’t mind it too much.

Just meant he’d have to punish her thoroughly when she did so.

Grabbing up her other leg, he opened her wide as he fucked into her roughly. Ruixia couldn’t push his hips away, even as she tried, her weak body was no match for him as he bullied her little cunt mercilessly. His deep growl cut through the air as her hand found purchase in his hair, gripping hard at his scalp as she tried finding reprieve in his neck.

“T-thank you- my Lord-! Please- I beg you- fill me-!” Zhongli cut her off with his lips. He wasn’t going to let her charm her way from under him just yet.

His lesson wasn't over.

And he was having so much fun, balls deep in his favorite little Senri.

Beating at his shoulder, Ruixia panted roughly into his lips as her third orgasm came rushing through her.

She knew she’d be in trouble for cumming again-

“You’ve cum twice without my permission. Don’t think I can’t tell with how you’re dripping and ruining my clothes, Senri.”

“I’m so…so sorry, my Lord. But you feel so good. I try to hold it, and you –“

Completely sheathing himself in her warmth, he watched as she short circuited before doing it again.

And again.

Till he fucked her in the same belligerent rhythm.

“Keep. Doing. That-…My Lord, you’ll make me-“

“Women pray to be you. Screaming my name into their pillows every night. Do you know that?”

Shaking her head, she whimpered as he pressed into her sweet spots arrogantly, stirring her up as delirium started taking hold.

“And here you are. Taking me against a rock, after shaking your little ass just to get it. You can’t be grateful and hold your orgasms for me?”

Trembling as she tried, he couldn’t help smirking as he bit his lip to hide it.

“You-force them…you love it..too-!” Clipping into her, he moaned as she creamed for him, fat tears rolling down her temples as she searched the heavens for mercy. Her body stuttered as he took her in, suckling at her nipple as he rode her through and then far past the point of over stimulation.

She wasn’t wrong. He loved the way her pussy pulsed around him as he had his way with her. 

And though she may have been disobedient to get here, she was his good little slut when he wanted her to be.

Wherever he wanted.

And however he wanted.

So, when he felt his balls drawing in tight as his release inched up his shaft, he watched that pretty, dumbed out face as she welcomed her final orgasm with his own.

“Cum for me.”

“F-fuck- yes-! Rex..!” Ruixia’s unleashed orgasms were far better than her forced ones, her legs opening more, her pussy fluttering freely as her hips pressed up to meet Zhongli’s.

His broken groans fanned over her neck as he got lost in the throbbing heat, barring his fangs-

His barb latched on deep inside-

Ruixia screamed, her claws etching into the stone as she clawed at Zhongli. Her belly descended from his load, so full as his pumping slowed till he was empty.

As her purring kicked up, Ruixia opened her neck for him, his licking as he closed her wound a tickle before he slowly detached from inside her. She felt the pleasurous spike scrape down her walls as he retracted before he created the seal, the golden slip she’d become very familiar with.

And placed it right on her pussy.

She truly wouldn’t be wasting any with that in place.

Letting her down, he watched her sink to her knees as she thanked him with her mouth, licking up every drop from his dick and lapel before trying to stand on shaky legs.

Attentively, Zhongli righted her robes as she did the same, wiping the lipstick from his lips as she blushed from his refreshed features.

“Have I made myself clear, Ruixia?”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Good. That seal will stay in place for the day. You try to remove it, I’ll be notified.”

Pouting, his release had already started taking effect, her legs scissoring together as she took in how handsome he was.

“…but My Lord-“

“But?”

“I…it already…”

“That’s what your ass is for, now isn’t it?”

Turning, he righted his posture before making his way back to the city.

“You want that stretched; I suggest you come along. You rush at any point then you’ll wait longer.” As quickly as the feeling returned to her legs it was being taken away as she walked after him-

Zhongli had her tattered panties in his hand, bringing them to his nose as he looked at her, eyes flashing.

“…Maybe I’ll give you a bit before we get back. Filling your pussy a bit more would make fucking your ass all the better, right Ruixia?”

Her knees buckled as her brand responded, pleasure sparkling inside her as she fought back the orgasm.

“Yes...My Lord…”

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[toochizombie]

Nightmare Waltz

Rafe had no idea where he was. 

Everything was void of colour, painted in scales of gray and black and white. 

What happened…?

All he remembered was the sick grin on Jacko’s marred face when he suddenly ambushed the ship he was-

The ship. The ship. Capitan- Everyone.

Rafe started to breathe heavily as images of terror flooded his brain. Jacko appeared. He fell and hit his head. The great monster Capitan warned him about. Drowning. 

Rafe remembered drowning, sinking deep into the icy waters, debris descending along with him. He hazily recalled being looked at by men in gas masks, warnings of low oxygen flashing an eerily bright red across the eyes. Low oxygen. Low oxygen.

Clyde.

Rafe choked out a sob as he heaved forward, his best friend crushed to bits in front of his eyes. Both his best friend and the man he loved ripped apart before him, as he stood helpless. Rafe lurched forward, as cold sweat beaded down his forehead. The images of Capitan and Clyde torn apart, their blood staining his face. Capitan’s ripped hat, Clyde’s stray bits of flesh, Capitan’s intestines-

Rafe doubled over, clutching his head tightly. 

This was a nightmare. This wasn’t real. There was no way that Capitan had actually lost to Jacko. Rafe was able to get a good hit on Jacko, and Capitan was way more adept than he was at the blade. That’s right. This was all a nightmare.

None of this was rea-

“You’ve made a terrible mistake.” 

Rafe’s head snapped up. That voice. He’d know it anywhere. But how? Rafe froze completely, not daring to turn around. This isn’t real. He saw it happen. But that couldn’t have been real either, could it? If he really didn’t believe that Capitan was dead, why was he so afraid to turn around?

Rafe continued to stay still, his breath coming out in heavy huffs as his fingers shook horribly. Suddenly, a hand laid itself on his shoulder, causing Rafe to jolt violently, finally coming to face the familiar voice. 

A TV set. 

Set on a few boxes, was an old looking TV set, static running in a frenzy across the screen. 

Was this some sort of sick joke? 

“What th-” Rafe stammered before the screen flashed. 

“You’ve made a terrible mistake.” The face of his beloved came onto the screen. Rafe’s eyes widened as he immediately lunged forward to grab the TV. 

“Capitan! Capitan! Are you trapped ?” Rafe held the TV’s corners with clammy fingers, groping around for anything that seemed like it would release Capitan. “I’ll get you out! Don’t worr-”

“You’ve made a terrible mistake.” came Capitan’s voice again, static, and not the clear, deep voice he had known and loved.

Rafe paused to look at the screen. “W-what? I don’t understand.” Rafe looked closer at the screen, the image of Capitan deeply unsettling. His blank eyes started straight ahead as waves of static distorted the image as they floated over the screen. “Capitan, what did they do to you?”

Suddenly, the TV began to rumble, causing Rafe to drop it. Rafe gasped in surprise, fearful that he had hurt Capitan, as large mounds of inky goo flowed out of the TV, rising over Rafe’s head. The ink materialized into a shape, a silhouette he’d know anywhere. 

His beloved stood over his crumpled form, Rafe unable to take his eyes off Capitan. Completely devoid of colour, Capitan reached out a hand to Rafe, who took it hesitantly. Ice cold fingers closed around Rafe’s hand, as he pulled him up. 

“Capitan please- what happened to you? I’m s-sorry I couldn’t- I didn’t” Rafe stammered as he looked at his lover’s gray face. Capitan stood completely still, staring straight ahead. Rafe immediately enveloped him in a hug, grateful to at least be able to see him. “Come on,  let’s get out of here.” 

Rafe tried to pull him along to try and find an exit, but Capitan had an iron grip, tightening his hold and tugging him harshly, pulling Rafe as close to him as possible.

“You could just stay, like everyone was saying.”

Rafe looked up at Capitan in disbelief, eyes widened and mouth open, as if he wanted to protest. “What are you talking about? Stay here? I don’t even know where we fucking are!” Rafe tried to wrench his hand free but Capitan held on. “God, what the hell did they do to you?!” It was then Rafe took a step back, finally looking at Capitan properly. 

Something wasn’t right. 

“I don’t understand. How did you- how did you even survive?” He questioned. “I saw him… I saw him get you and- and you were- he killed you. He killed you.” Rafe’s voice grew weaker and weaker as he recounted what he believed to be Capitan’s fate. His head bowed in exhaustion as he heaved out a loud sigh. “I don’t get it…”

Capitan’s other arm snaked around Rafe’s waist, nudging him into Capitan’s embrace. He pulled Rafe around, his feet stepping into a box like pattern. Rafe instinctively followed suit, nights and nights of dancing retained in his muscle memory as his other hand came to rest on Capitan’s shoulder, the two trapped in a musically absent waltz. 

As they danced around the void, Rafe began to hear something. A deep bass began to rumble throughout the space, reverberating slightly through his soles. Rafe looked around for the source but saw nothing, growing more confused as clicks and beats started to fill the area. 

“It’s your end.” Capitan spoke suddenly, his voice unclear, sounding like it was filtered through sand. Rafe could only stare in a mixture of uneasiness and confusion as Capitan pulled him across the space, his dancing growing bolder as he took larger steps and more space. 

Suddenly, the same inky goo that emerged into Capitan surrounded them in a large circle. Slowly, they grew into humanoid shapes, forming into different silhouettes, as the noises grew louder. An array of odd looking people were all around them, different noises from screams to fearful choruses emitting from them. They would rise fully formed up to the waist, then sink back down into the ink, before a new group would repeat the action, each being more frightening than the last.

The dizzying dance Capitan spun Rafe in got him close to the edge, allowing him a good look at the tortured souls who rose from the ink. Monsters, ghosts, whatever they were, they all made horrid, terrifying music for the death waltz he partook in. The music grew louder and more eerie, broken melodies and disturbing voices filling his ears, accompanied by grotesque beats. 

As the ink rumbled, the next group to emerge nearly made Rafe throw up. 

“Sticla…. Dou… Woodpeckers…No- no! What have they done?!” Rafe cried in anguish, tears pooling in his eyes. More figures began to form. “What happened to them?! Please, let me go!” He tried again to pull away but it proved impossible to break free. 

“There is nothing left.” Capitan droned monotonously, infuriating Rafe. “What the fuck are you talking about?!” He cried out in rage and confusion. “Stop dancing! We have to-” Rafe wrestled in the Captain’s grip to no avail, letting himself be helplessly swept around as he watched his former shipmates serenade him with a twisted melody. “Let- go!” 

Rafe craned his neck to get a look at his old friends, just as gray as everything else in this hellhole. To his horror, Sticla had a gaping bullet hole through his head, matted blood staining the area. Dou and Woodpeckers didn’t seem to be injured, but looked just as uncanny. 

“Just accept it.” Capitan tugged their intertwined hands up sharply, before swiftly dipping Rafe. Rafe felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs at the sudden motion. Capitan turned Rafe’s attention back to him, pulling him closer, their faces mere inches apart. Ice ran down Rafe’s back, freezing his blood. Capitan let go of Rafe’s hand, his cold fingers coming to gently cup the contour of Rafe’s horrified face. 

“There is nothing.” Capitan began to melt, his face and hand wilting back into pure black ink. Rafe screamed in pure terror, the fear of everything finally settling in. To his dismay, the black ink began to reform into another shape. One much taller than Capitan. With a round head, and a sick, sick grin.

“Nothing.” Before he knew it, the viscous form of Jacko was wrapped around him, black ink swallowing him. Rafe began to hyperventilate. 

No. No- no. No. No. Hel-

A large wave of black ink engulfed him whole, with Jacko’s evil laughter being the last thing he heard.

[souglias]

The Meeting of Two Monsters [Sougo]

Mafia!AU. Someone, who you come to realise later on is extremely powerful, bids for you at a black market auction

c/w: slavery (purchase at a black market auction, nothing else mentioned beyond that), sougo is sadistic and is up to the usual bullying he does in the anime (though arguably upped by a notch here), crude language

wc: 1.9k words

Okita Sougo x gn!reader

note: This is @username-janai-katsura-da 's request for me as part of the @/ficsforgaza initiative! Prompt is 'try me' taken from this prompt list here. Thank you so much for requesting mwah <3. I may make this into a series but well we will see how it goes

All likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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You’re thrown onto a bright stage, stumbling to a kneel with alloy-reinforced cuffs around your feet. The overhead lights beam at you, their orange rays starting to make you feel like a dish under food warmers waiting to be sold.

Though, it isn’t too far-fetched to say so. Among the pitch-black sea of darkness in front of you are shady bidders ready to pounce with their money.

Your arms, also restrained behind you with cuffs, start to feel sticky with sweat.

The auctioneer’s voice brims with enthusiasm as he describes you. Some terms and sentences go over your head, but you catch him throw out some characteristics that you are unapologetically proud of. Strong, agile, violent. The enthusiasm maintains even as he describes the injuries you inflicted on your current owner. Standing at the sidelines with a crutch and bandages on his face, you can smell his desperation in trying to get you off his hands. 

Given the gasps from the crowd, you’re certain no one will buy you. No one sane will throw their money for a beast that will bite them. But you don’t despair or feel even a pint of remorse. Throughout the wastelands of your birthplace and the planets you sought refuge in, you fought to ensure you did not have to bow down to others.

Besides, if nobody bids for you, you’ll automatically remain as property of this pathetic man. He and his bodyguards got nothing on you, and you can make your escape again. However, that would have to mean you’d have to make a quick escape. One much further out of the city before a particular group of men catches you again. It was dark the night they subdued you, so you didn’t manage to identify them. There is nothing of note other than the smell of nicotine, which is commonplace and useless information.

However, when the auctioneer begins, the paddles still rise from the darkness. Bidders shout their bids one after another. The scene leaves you bewildered. 

It’s a never-ending rally of shouts and increasing numbers until an assertive voice breaks through the buzz in the hall. When he announces his bid, silence befalls the auction hall. It is a price much higher than the previous by a large margin. If there is any shock, the auctioneer does not show it. He immediately responds, “[name], two thousand million dollars! Calling once!”

You don’t know if you’ll ever understand the workings of the underground world. It’s already difficult for you to comprehend how people are drawn towards danger.

“Calling twice!”

Whoever is throwing this much money to buy you must be a really mad dog.

“And sold!”

The knock of the hammer reverberates through the hall and the chatter resumes. The transfer of ownership makes a little uncertainty take root in your chest. You’re not sure of the capabilities of your new owner, and you hope he and his subordinates cannot match up with yours.

A man with hair of a mustard colour and bangs comes to get you. The alloy-reinforced restraints on your legs are released and you shake your feet to rid of the feeling of the metal eating into your skin. But he doesn’t give you much time before he probes you with the hilt of his sword. The moment he opens his mouth, you’re already set on making trouble for him. 

He drawls and speaks in between yawns, “Hey, hey, get going. I’d like to get to sleep as fast as I can.”

If you weren’t restrained, you’d have given him a good punch. He pokes you with his sword all the way to the car. Admittedly, his carrying of a sword makes you respect him a little. He’s got balls of steel from the way he carried it unapologetically in his belt (before he used it to be irritating). Most have already switched to guns or well-hidden daggers with the sword ban. 

With your hands still cuffed behind, he shoves you into the passenger seat and your face almost hits straight into the gear stick. You shoot him a glare that he doesn’t catch. With your hands behind you, you’re unable to lean back into your seat.

You gather all the propriety you can find within yourself and ask, “Can you release me? I’d like to sit back.”

He stretches over you for the seat belt and buckles it over your awkwardly bent forward body. “No.”

Without warning, he steps on the pedal and begins the drive down the dark city. In a foul mood and slouched against the seat belt pressing into your body, you scrutinise his attire. Long black coat with gold accents. It’s characteristic of a famous syndicate in the underground, but their name eludes your mind. S… S something. Or M… something? 

No matter, you’ll fight him and escape the moment you get out of the car. Even if he doesn’t release the restraints on your hands, you’ll make do with just your legs. Such a powerful organisation isn’t likely to have any business with you.

With the same lazy drawl as before, he says, “Alright, [name], welcome to the club. You’re to heed my every order, even if I tell you to die. In return, you get three meals a day.”

“That’s an awful deal. I’m always hungry, make it five.”

“Pampered much?”

“For my full prowess and to maintain my energetic self, I need that much.”

“Energetic? Oh, I’m guessing you’d be useful even in the sheets.”

What a crude asshole. “I’d detonate your dick.”

“Feisty bitch. You guys are always like that.”

You guys? Does this man have more than one slave? 

The car swerves sharply into a winding side road and you hiss at him. A three-storey Japanese house, surrounded by seemingly endless stretches of walls, comes into view along with smaller ones behind it. They appear well-maintained, but not flashy.

From the distance, you see the traditional Japanese wooden gates open as if they have been expecting the car. You observe the gate, trying to make an estimation on whether you could scale it. As much as possible, you’d like to avoid smashing through the gate and causing a commotion.

The headlights briefly pass the wooden plate nailed onto the gate frame as the car drives in. 

Shinsengumi. 

It hits you like a brick that this is the captain of the first division, Okita Sougo. A pint of anxiety takes root in your chest and for once, you’re unsure about your escape. You’ve fought and won many people, but those were not renowned fighters of the underworld. 

The Shinsengumi is a name that instils fear. They are disliked, but many cower under their gaze.

His subordinate opens the car door and you let him escort you into the building. Okita yawns behind you and you count on his fatigue to lead him to dreamland soon.

The nameless Shinsengumi member guides you to a shoddy, barren room with just a chair. He says something about the captain allocating this room to you. But a sense of danger grows imminent within you, causing most of his words to go over your head. Your legs itch to take off, but you suppress it as if you’re persuading an antsy child to be patient. The restraints need to be released, otherwise, the escape will be a sure failure for you.

The growing uneasiness in your chest warps your sense of time, making time seem to tick hurriedly. You’re not sure how much time has passed when the same member returns to release your cuffs. With no time to waste, you knock out the poor guy and break through the glass window. You hurl yourself over the windowsill. With the momentum of one foot when it touches the concrete, you launch towards the closed gate. 

You do not cover much distance when Okita appears beside you in a blur. You clench your fists and throw them towards him – his face in particular. 

Okita dodges your swing by leaning backwards and he uses the momentum to punch your flank with the side of his arm. You hit the ground on your back, but you compose yourself quick enough to kick him away and flip back up onto your feet.

Both of you exchange blows and swing fists at each other. You soon find that your body is starting to slow with a few days worth of exhaustion. As you punch him towards a tree, he manages to plant his feet on the bark while airborne and propels back towards you. You shift to dodge, but your foot slips. 

In the split second before his mean punch meets your face, you notice the gold of his coat catching the bright moonlight. A memory surfaces. In the pitch black of that night with barely any moonlight, there was a faint flash of gold.

You blackout. 

The next time you come to, you’re slouched over on a chair. The room is dark, and light barely reaches in from the slightly ajar door. Your nose aches and your hands are tied up once again. Raising your head, you meet a crimson-red gaze that’s between you and the door. 

Okita partly mirrors you, seated hunched over in his chair. But his elbows are propped on his knees and he rests his chin on the back of his hands. His eyes do not avert even as you shoot him a glare.

He rises from his seat and saunters over to you. You see the bruises and cuts you had given to him as your eyes adjust to the darkness. It quells your anger ever so slightly, even as he’s relishing looking down at you.

“I knew you’d try that. Energetic enough to fuck with me for a third time?”

“Die.”

You’d lunge at him at this moment, but you’re too exhausted. Sougo unsheathes his sword in a fraction of a second and he raises it above you. Your heart races. Maybe this is the end, but you keep your gaze steeled on him.

He brings down the sword and you hear it hit the floor with a loud thud. You do not feel pain where you expect it to flare. Looking down to assess your hands, a dent in the tatami mat below you catches your attention instead. The rope coiled around your wrists slides to the ground. Aside from the injuries from the tussle earlier, you’re unscathed from his sword.

“I can’t wait to wipe that defiant look off your face.”

The sheer absurdity you experienced from this man fires you up. You stare him back in the eye again. “Try me, assface.”

Even with the slight curve of his lips that he tries to suppress, the sadism brimming in his eyes betrays him. Sougo walks out of the room without a retort and closes the door. Following the sound of the lock, his footsteps fade away.

You slump back down into the chair. Basking in the darkness for a while, you let the last few hours sink in. When you stop trembling, you feel along the walls for the light switch and flick it. You wince from the sudden brightness and your eyes open slowly. 

It’s a clean and tidy room. No windows, presumably to prevent you from pulling an escape using it again. Near a small shelf, there’s a clean, folded futon with a pillow. Fresh clothes similar to the tattered ones you’re wearing sit atop it. Your loyal companion of an umbrella, which you thought you lost, rests closed on the floor beside the futon.

[madstwd]

Darkness that Surrounds us

Daryl x GN!Reader

Words: 1.3k

Season: 7

Warnings: Nightmares/night terrors, Strangulation, Trauma

Request: "hey!! can you write a daryl x reader where daryl and her have been together since the prison and when he escaped from the sanctuary they went home (carol shares a house with them) and they went to sleep and daryl has a nightmare (maybe like he was fighting negan of whatever) and he chokes the reader (thinking it was negan bc he’s still dreaming) and carol walked in and pulled him off her and she ran to the bathroom to cool off and rosita came over (her bsf) and helped her calm down and she went out to see daryl and she wasn’t mad at him at all and she was trying to comfort him and he was mad at himself and scared to touch her bc he didn’t want to hurt her again and like he felt like he was becoming his dad or something. idk if it’s too dark but like it’s like that one episode in greys anatomy w owen and christina (5.19)"

Thank you anon for requesting this! thank you all for the support and love recently. Requests are still open, now for TWD, Stranger Things, RDR2, The Last of US!

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Nights like this didn't happen often, you laid awake staring at the ceiling listening to his whimpers. He refused help from you, often grunting and walking away when you would ask. There was a cold chill in the air but you could barely feel it, your heart beating loudly as he started to fidget. “Daryl-” you spoke softly into the dark room. As usual there was no response, his feet began moving instead, twitching against the sheet that trapped him down in his sleep. His whimpers became clearer, begging for it to stop. The pain he shrugged off from being kidnapped by Negan, from being stripped away from you. His hands clenched and unclenched from beside you grasping the sheets with force. He was fighting something, you slowly sat up, hoping to help him release the iron grip he had on the linen that surrounded him. Your hands ghosted his cheek, feeling the sweat that was dripping from his brow line. You held onto his bicep, gripping it firmly as you shook him gently. His whimpers got louder the more you touched him, you were scared, unsure if waking him was a good idea. You didn't have the chance to think about what to do, his eyes snapped open, his hands fighting their way to pin you down. Your eyes widened with fear as you watched his well built frame tower over you, his hands on your throat as he growled at you. “Leave me alone,” he said. You tapped his arms desperately but he kept squeezing. 

“Daryl-” you squeaked, you could feel your body start to tingle, you conscious slowly slipping. You scratched at his arms, cried, the tears dripping down your face onto the pillow behind you. “Daryl…I cant breath…please” you cried more desperately. You watched as he blinked, his hands loosening from you as he scanned your face. The terrified look imprinted into his memories, adding to the collection of trauma Negan had given him. Becoming the monster he most often felt like. He stood, scrambling away from you as you gasped for air, the harsh breaths hurt less than watching him cower away from you. “Daryl… im okay please don't go” 

The man shook his head, muttering to himself. Slipping into the disguised clothing that was spread around the room, his feet moving quickly to leave. His stomps were heard throughout the house. You stood up, attempted to put on a pair of leggings, your hands shaking making it difficult to pull them up, as you dashed towards the stairs, your cries heard throughout the house. 

“y/n?” carol called out, you spun, looking at the woman who sleepily exited her room towards you, her feet shuffling along the carpet. “Carol he- he left, he was having a nightmare and got me. Get him back please, it's not his fault.” 

Carol looked at your face, the redness around your neck imprinting his fingers there. She nodded, running back to her room more awake. “Are you okay?” she said, sitting next to you as she put on her boots. You shook your head, your hands ghosting the mark left on your neck. “Just find him please…he can't be on his own” 

“ What about you?” “I’ll wake up rosita..stay in her room for the night” 

Carol nodded, hugging you briefly before she searched for her broken friend. You heard her shut the door, the lock echoing through the house. You whimpered, waiting on the steps for their return, your silent cries turning into sobs as you thought about the unspoken pain he went through. Remembering how broken and weak he was when he grasped at you, holding you like he would be ripped away again. 

The first night was the worst, hearing his heart beating loudly as he laid still, the two of you awake listening to the others breathing that filled the room softly. “Hey love, come here” rostia spoke, her hands grasping your shoulders bringing you out of your trance. You looked at her lost and broken, tear streams on your cheeks matching the redness around your neck. “He-he’s” 

“I know, come lay with me please” she said, her soft hands bringing you to her room. You gingerly sat on the bed unable to sleep. She sat next to you, still holding your hand gently. You turned to look at her, she waited for you to come to your senses before you finally pulled her into a hug. She grasped you tightly, stroking her hands through your hair as you sobbed. Finally realising that what negan did wasn't just hard on him, but also on you. As you tried to hold yourself together for him, regretting the look of fear you had as you stared up at him. You heard the front door click again, both of you stayed still as you tried to listen to the muted mumbling from the stairwell.

 “Daryl, she's fine, I told you this” Carol said. Daryl grunted stomping his way upstairs, you knew he was angry and ashamed of himself. For a split second seeing himself like his father. He sat on the bed, the covers that kept you both warm spewed all over the bed and floor. He stared at the ground, “where is she?” he asked, his voice soft and cracked. “Rostias room” Carol responded from the doorway. Daryl nodded, “is-is it bad?” he spoke. 

“Don't do this-” 

“Is it?” 

Carol sighed, she looked at her broken friend. One that has been through so much trying to protect the ones he loves. His self deprecating manner beating himself up at every mistake he apparently made. “Daryl” you croaked from behind Carol, startling the woman. You softly apologised before squeezing past her. Giving her a hug and thank you as you ushered her out of the room. The door clicked shut behind you, trapping you and your beloved in the room filled only by the moonlight that shone through the open window. He watched as your shadow enlarged on the floor as you approached, sitting next to him. The two of you sat next to each other listening to the breathing of the other. Your thighs, touching. You waited for him to talk, your fingers fidgeting in your lap. “I-I’m sorry” he muttered so quietly you were surprised you even heard it. You turned towards him, lifting one leg onto the bed as you faced him. His head slowly lifted to look at you, the ‘damage’ he had done to you. He whimpered at the sight of it. “i - didn't mean to” 

“I know, i should have woken you up better” 

“It's not your fault, I shouldn't have reacted like that.” 

“You're wrong. He did this. He hurt you so much he left you like this”

“Broken.” 

“ but repairable if you let me in, don't shut me out more, not after this please love” you said. Coaxing him towards your body. Daryl didn’t respond. His head falling on your shoulder, following you as you guided him as you laid back. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding his head in place. You could feel his tears on your shoulder. “He hurt you, he hurt all of us. He did this.” you whispered. You felt him softly nod on your shoulder as you comforted him. Your arms becoming his blanket, the shame washing away as you hold him. “No one should treat people like that, I don’t know who he thinks he's messing with, but I do. He’s messing with my partner. The one that comes back no matter what. My protector” 

“But I hurt you. I did, by my hands” 

“It’s okay, I'm okay. You can help me heal and i'll help you” 

Both of you held each other tightly, fear that you would slip away again if you didn’t. Neither 

slept like the first night he was home. Content with listening to the breathing of the other as the soft glow of the sun peeked through the window. Replacing the darkness that surrounded you both. 

[kenjidabunny]

Title: Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: Luigi x Bowser

Rating: Mature.

Warning(s): SMUT!!, Trans Luigi, cunnilingus, size difference, sorta dub-con but not really??, MESSY, BOWSER IS A BIG BOI, turtle anatomy,

Summary/snippet: “I need your help.” Bowser informed slowly. Sharp teeth and fiery breath looming over him. “I’ve never been with a human. And my Princess Peach.. I don’t want to hurt her or.. disappoint her.” Bowser explained rather sheepishly. “I need to practice before I consummate the marriage with her.”

Luigi sat staring down at the pit of lava below with a solemn expression. Still rubbing his sore upper lip. His mind was stuck on Mario. His dear elder brother was being targeted by the monstrous giant turtle king who held Luigi captive in a cage over a pit of bubbling lava. It was absurd really. How had they even gotten into this situation? All they had wanted was to be successful plumbers. Yet somehow they’d been transported to this strange land, separated.. and now Luigi was worried they’d both die.

The other prisoners gave him no hope to cling to. Especially a childlike blue thing that spoke as if death would be mercy. He tried not to listen. He was scared and lonely. He kept fighting back tears and the sweltering heat was causing him to sweat and feel faint. Humans weren’t meant to be kept at this blistering temperature.

He was so overheated, scared, and worst of all.. depressed. With nothing to do but grit and bare it, that’s what he did.

It was hours upon hours of sitting there in that tiny cage. Silently. Suffering. When he felt the cage jolt and begin to ascend. He felt his stomach drop as he reached the top. And there stood the beast. King Koopa, Bowser, was what the other prisoners called him.

“Come human.” Bowser growled, shoving Luigi from behind to get the human moving forward.

Luigi stumbled as he tried to keep up with the giant turtle who had a surprisingly fast speed. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t know what to say. But the main worry he had was that he’d be killed, this might be it.. his final minutes.

Instead Bowser took him up a mighty staircase and further into the depths of the castle. Eventually they came to a stop at two huge doors, two koopa’s standing guard on either side of the entrance. The doors were adorned by ornate carvings of Bowser’s face. Wordlessly Bowser tucked a claw through the suspenders of Luigi’s outfit and threw the much smaller human into the room.

Once he got his bearings he risked looking around. It was.. a bedroom. A huge bed. Bigger than any bed Luigi had ever seen. With an equally oversized comforter and pillows. A nice looking red rug covering the floor. A lamp with a fancy shade. A side table with miscellaneous items on it. A ceiling fan. It was overall a nice looking bedroom.

It even smells nice here. Like fresh lavender.

“Is this your bedroom?” Luigi asked a rather dumb question since above the bed was a portrait of Bowser. A portrait with a smaller koopa child on his lap. They looked happy.

“Duh.” Bowser grumbled as he snatched Luigi up and tossed the human down on the bed. Watching as the small human landed with a small bounce swallowed up by the pillows and blankets.

Luigi looked absolutely tiny in such a monster bed. Completely adorable.

“W-Why did you bring me here?” Luigi asked, refusing to meet the turtle's eyes.

Bowser didn’t say a word as he crawled up onto the bed, slowly making his way up till he was hovering above Luigi. The human staring up at the monster from below. Trapped between the soft bed and the turtle's scaly body. Bowser’s head was right above his red eyes staring down at him.

“I need your help.” Bowser informed slowly. Sharp teeth and fiery breath looming over him. “I’ve never been with a human. And my Princess Peach.. I don’t want to hurt her or.. disappoint her.” Bowser explained rather sheepishly. “I need to practice before I consummate the marriage with her.”

It all dawned on Luigi at once what Bowser was saying. He wanted.. to have sex with him? What the actual fuck?! He felt dumbfounded just staring up at the king with lost big blue doe eyes. He wanted to say no. He really did cause for one he was sure Bowser would absolutely destroy him as the king was amusingly bigger than he was. He could only imagine what size genitalia the monster had.

But he was certain he’d die if he refused. He was in no position to turn down anything the king wanted. He was a prisoner.

“But.. I’m.. uh.” His face was absolutely flushed red at this point. He felt so embarrassed and bashful. As well as being scared. He looked away and bit his lip. “Are you sure? I’m not.. All humans aren’t the same.” Luigi explained, hoping that excuse would sway the king koopa.

Bowser just huffed slightly. “You’re close enough.” Was the answer he got.

So it seemed Bowser was set on this happening. Luigi was beyond nervous and terrified. He barely knew this man- monster?

He took a shaky breath as he turned to face away, not wanting to look at the king. “I don’t know you.” Luigi said softly, risking a glance up at Bowser. “And I’m scared.” He confessed, his voice even softer, quivering with fear.

He was startled as a giant claw came to rest gently against the side of his face, the king staring down at him with an unknown expression. Something between anger, confusion, and.. Worry? The claw began to gently rub his cheek as if attempting to comfort the human.

“Do you not find me attractive?” The king questioned. Flames flickering from his throat as he seemed offended.

“N-No I think you’re very..” Luigi blushed, feeling embarrassed and bashful. He did not think Bowser was bad looking. That was the truth. The turtle monster was actually very.. Sexy. He couldn’t deny that. “Handsome. You’re handsome.” Luigi insisted.

Bowser seemed pleased with that answer, a low growly hum coming from. The beast brought the claw down from Luigi’s face and used it to rip the human’s clothes. Luigi gasped as he felt the giant claw graze his skin as the monster quickly tore through his overalls and shirt. The clothes falling off his body in pieces, some fabric still clinging to his body. But the majority are gone.

His bare chest and plump thighs were on display. His fair skin flushed a rosy pink all over as beads of sweat still shone. He wore boxers still that covered his slight arousal as he felt wetness beginning to gather between his legs.

He took a shaky breath as he felt the same claw that had torn his clothing begin to skim over his exposed body. Stopping at his breasts, zoning in on his rosy nipples in fascination, the koopa king paused to use the tip of his claw to flick the buds. To which caused Luigi to moan and rut up, the green plumber immediately slapped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

Bowser seemed curious at the reaction. “What are these things called?” Bowser asked, lowering his head to get a better look at them. “And I assume they feel good when touched?”

Luigi whimpered as the king kept swiping a claw over his nipples. The king did not appreciate him covering his mouth and quickly stopped touching him to instead force Luigi to uncover his mouth. “Speak, human.”

Luigi’s lip trembled as he thought how to explain. “Those are breasts. And nipples. They’re used to feed infants. They produce milk.” Luigi explained to the best of his ability, he felt weird talking about human anatomy. “And yes, they’re sensitive.”

Bowser hummed thoughtfully, seeming even more curious than before, then to Luigi’s shock, the beast unleashed his forked tongue. The appendage was extremely long as it zoned in on Luigi's nipples beginning to lick the sensitive buds. Luigi thrashed and choked back a moan, then the beast lowered his head and sucked both of his breasts into his ginormous mouth. Sharp teeth barely grazed against his soft skin as he sucked hard. It was almost too much to take, Luigi held back a scream as he felt such strong sensations he’d never felt before. He wrapped his arms around Bowser’s head, grabbing fistfuls of red hair as he tugged and squealed loudly.

Then the beast backed off letting Luigi’s breasts fall from his mouth, his nipples erect and his boobs sore and abused. “No milk?” Bowser questioned, as if having expected to suck milk from them.

If Luigi wasn’t still recovering from that assault of sensations he would have laughed. “N-No only when nursing a baby do breasts have milk.” Luigi explained. His voice fainted as he shook on the bed. His pussy throbbing, absolutely dripping wet after what Bowser had done to his breasts.

But the monster gave him no time to recover as the beast was already exploring further down. Claw grazing down his stomach and to the last remaining article of clothing he wore. His boxers. The king tucked his claw under the elastic band and began to yank them down, exposing more pink flesh. The human’s wet folds are now on display for the monster to see. Luigi tried to close his legs only for Browser to force them open.

“No cloaca? .. Just bare skin.” Bowser noted, staring down at Luigi’s little pussy. Holding the human's legs up and open for his hungry graze. Luigi felt so shy but the koopa king seemed to like what he saw. “So pretty.” He purred, gently pressing a ginormous clawed finger to Luigi’s folds. It was awkward with the size difference as Bowser pressed apart the folds to reveal the human’s clit.

Wordlessly the king leaned down and pressed his snout in between Luigi’s legs. Snuffling around down there while gently caressing Luigi’s thighs with his claws. “Smells so good..” He growled, then Luigi felt the first passive lick. Bowser’s tongue was bigger than the human’s pussy. Able to cover the whole thing with one swipe of his tongue.

The human squeaked and reached down grabbing hold of the beast's horns. Bowser didn’t seem to mind as he delved into Luigi’s pussy. Pressing his tongue against the fat lips and over the clit experimentally. That caused Luigi to snap his legs together around Bowser’s head while letting out a particularly loud moan. The reaction just encouraged the koopa king to do it again.

“Mmm.. humans are so much easier to play with.” Bowser hummed, his words muffled by Luigi’s pussy. As humans didn’t have a cloaca or a plasterone, nothing to get in the way. Just soft skin.

Then the king found Luigi’s vagina. Immediately that forked tongue pressed right in, stretching his pussy open. “A-Ah..!” Luigi moaned as he felt the appendage inside of him. He squeezed around the intrusion, trembling as Bowser pressed it in as far as he could. Such a long thick tongue wriggling around inside him. So deep.

It was the strangest best feeling he’d ever had. He thrusted his hips up and pushed Bowser’s head deeper by the horns. “O-oh.. don’t sto-p please.” He begged a mess at this point as the sensation had left him close to crying. It was so powerful.

Between his legs was a mess of slick juices and saliva. And the king had his face buried right in it eagerly.

Nothing could prepare him for when Bowser brought his tongue out and licked back in. The room filled with the noise of Luigi’s moans and the squelch of Bowser’s tongue fucking in and out of him.

Suddenly he felt himself tighten around the king’s tongue like a vice. He tensed up all over, his back arching off the bed as he came hard. His juices rushed out with his release. His toes curled as he came down from his high.

Luigi whined in protest as he felt the king’s tongue leave his vagina. Bowser looked up at Luigi, his face absolutely covered in the human’s juices. And the turtle's tongue returned to lap up the rest of the plumber’s fluid like a starving man.

“So tasty.” The king purred rubbing circles on Luigi’s bare stomach with his claw.

Bowser lifted up and Luigi got a look between the turtle’s legs. The monster’s cock was popped out of the cloaca that sheathed it, sticking up proudly. Absolutely enormous and an angry red color. It was bigger than Luigi’s entire body.

Bowser bought his hand down to stroke the monster cock. “Like what you see, human?”

[nocturne-pisces]

Dirty Sweet

pairing: vampire!bucky barnes x vampire!reader, 40’s!bucky x vampire!reader (mentioned coven leader x vampire!reader)

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: smut, death, misogyny, predatory behavior, stalking(?), blood (obv)

a/n: this is for @cocoamoonmalfoy ‘s Jackolanterns in July Writing Event! I took 5SOS - Teeth as a prompt, but please know that I only listened to the slowed version to get the vibes right. this fic juggles between current and past with italics.

thanks to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading 💚

The tip of your finger traces around the rim of the glass you ordered as a prop. The liquor doesn’t burn like it used to, just sloshes around in your belly like water. Nothing burns anymore.

Time does that to things like you.

You ghost around in nightclubs, order the most expensive drink to give the illusion that you have money, not that you haven’t been hoarding it like a dragon for the last couple centuries. You sit in a VIP booth with your mouth half open and watering for all the curves that warm the air around you. It’s the best kind of edging, starving yourself for weeks only to come to a place like this, your skirt riding up enough to reveal the illusory softness of your thighs, a trap set and waiting for the barflies to take the bait.

You used to be warm. Used to revel in the process, make it quick and painless, send them back to their creator on a wave of euphoria, unaware that they were being culled like deer. You didn’t always see mortals as nothing more than a meal, didn’t always see yourself as the slaughterhouse. Reduce your existence and theirs to nothing more than predator and prey. Hunter and hunted. Fight, fuck, food.

Time does that to monsters like you.

Candelabras cast an orange gold glow upon white linen and pale skin, he looks like a young god set up against a constellation of pillows. All flushed cheeks and warm chest. His eyes are half lidded with lust and good Italian wine, and he watches as a warm Sicilian breeze coasts across your skin. The moonlight from the balcony bathing you in Venus magic. He’s never felt so close to death, his rifle sitting not ten feet away, yet felt so incredibly fucking alive- his heartbeat thumping proudly below his waistline.

The intensity of his gaze raises goosebumps on your shoulders. He mistakes it for a chill.

“C’mere, babydoll, lemme warm you up.”

You turn from the balcony, the bed sheet wrapped around your chest for your modesty. You glide back across the room to the foot of the bed, your fingers dancing over his ankle and up his calf.

“I don’t know if you possess enough warmth.”

Your eyelashes flutter bambi soft and the pace of his heart quickens. He’s never been so captivated. A playful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, his head resting on his shoulder when he shifts his weight up and onto his elbow.

“You could let a poor soldier try.”

The sheet falls, all of your skin bared to him. You crawl to him, catlike smooth, the bed dipping under the weight of your hands and knees. The slope of your spine makes his hands itch, like an artist with a brand new block of clay. He aches to shape it, mold it under his palms, to watch as flesh blooms between his fingers when he grips. He craves to know what his fingertips look like dug as deep in the meat of you as he can get, and you don’t make him wait long.

You throw a thigh over the hinge of his hips, capture his jawline in your grasp, and bring his lips to yours- weaving them together until his whole tapestry is flush red and fighting for enough oxygen to make the next move.

Dancing didn’t used to look like this, hips grinding and sweat dripping. The art of it used to be coy. A strong hand at the bow of a waist, thumb caressing the lowermost rib while skirts twirled in the motion of a spin. Now, it’s all animal. It’s more direct, more forthcoming in what it wants. There are upsides to reducing something to its bare elements.

A man twice your size sinks fingertips into the hip of a woman he doesn’t know, you watch from over your glass as she spins, eyes wide when he tries to bring her mouth to his. She doesn’t want that, pushes at his chest to get away, and he wraps an arm around her shoulders to keep her close.

The hunger claws up your esophagus, canines sharpening to points inside your mouth that you have to coax back down. You stand from your seat and stalk through the crowd to them, swallowing the remainder of the liquid in your glass before you get there.

“Darling, would you grab me another drink? Get yourself one too, have them put it on my tab.”

You feel your influence wrap around her spine, curl tendrils into her spinal cord and connect to her brain stem. The man lets go of her, confusion settling over his face as he watches your ownership take hold. She softens, brings a hand to your face and leaves a chaste kiss on the crest of your cheekbone.

“Of course, lover,” she replies, and you watch the sway of her dress against her thighs as she takes your empty glass back to the bar.

The man crosses his arms over his chest, gazes down at you like he could eat you up. You return it, the thrill of the hunt blowing your pupils wide, he doesn’t understand the danger that he’s in.

“Can I watch?” he asks, and even though you can’t gag anymore, your drink threatens to come up all over his half buttoned shirt. You stifle your disgust, pretend to think for a moment, bite your lip like it turns you on.

“You can participate.” His eyebrow quirks, unbelieving, but he doesn’t stop you when you pry his arms apart and take him by the hand. You take slow steps backward, make sure that he’s committed himself to following where you pull, before tugging him out of the back door of the club and into the dank, deserted alley.

You don’t see your shadow, don’t see how it sticks to you, how it watches you from the darkness. The best predators can mingle with their prey without being noticed, can cut one off from the herd and feast until the belly is full to bursting. Apex predators are the ones you won't see until you’re bleeding down your front from the gaping slit in your throat.

He is the cherubic beautiful Raphael saw when he painted the Sistine Madonna. The smattering of hair across his chest rough under the tips of your fingers as you steady yourself.

“Think I’d be alright dyin’ right here, instead of out there.” He chuckles up at you, like last words from a guillotine, bittersweet like the wine that stains his teeth.

“If only they could all be as lucky as you,” you quip, rolling your hips down into him with a force that rolls his eyes back in his head. He groans, already right on the precipice of a peak under you, his knuckles going white as he holds you in place.

“Slow down, darlin’, I don’t wanna be done with you yet.”

He flips the pair of you, drapes himself over you like the curtains on the four poster bed. The flame warmth of his hand guides your thigh over his hip, the carnal hunger in the pit of his stomach curling his fingers into the expanse of skin. It doesn’t hurt, but you suck a breath in anyway, gyrate your hips into his and grind against the hot length of him.

He sheathes himself inside, the grip of your cunt forcing all the air out of his lungs. He groans, withdraws his pelvis until the head of him rests within you, only to slam forward again, your chest rocking with the motion. He leans down and captures the peak of your nipple in his mouth, suckling it to aching.

The same attention is paid to the opposite, your cries of pleasure ringing Cathedral bells in his head. His mouth comes off your chest with a wet pop, trailing the tip of his nose up your sternum. He smiles against the apple of your cheek, leaving the plush indent of a kiss.

“Let go for me, sugar. Let me feel you.”

You don’t mean to bite down, but your rapture overwhelms you and the fangs that were slowly growing under your top lip ached just as much as the rest of you. Instinctually, you find purchase in the meat of his neck, sucking the blood from him as though your life depends on it.

It isn’t until he doesn’t peel his weight from you, no longer so warm, that you realize you’ve drained him.

The air in the alleyway is sticky and thick with humidity. It clings to your lungs like slime when you shove open the side access door.

The man from the dance floor follows you out of it, visions of dirty, dual alleyway blowjobs from two women he met in a club flitting through his mind. You let him corral you against the brick, let him lean in close and smile. His breath reeks of cigarettes and cheap liquor, like he hasn’t brushed his teeth with the same dedication that he objectifies women. You grimace when your head turns to the side, barely catching the movement behind him.

“Your friend gonna join us?”

Shadows materialize, the eyes of the man pressed against you go wide as his hair is fisted and yanked backwards. The force nearly scalps him as he’s torn from in front of you. He doesn’t have time to react before his head is twisted sideways, the gleam of metal fingers cupping his chin making your eyebrows pinch together.

You’re sweltering. Sweat starts to bead along your hairline from the combination of being too full and his body. Guilt envelopes you like his limp form, the heat dissipating from him slowly.

“No, no, no, no,” you panic, scrambling out from under him. You manage to roll him onto his back, his face paler than it was only minutes ago. You tap his cheek, but he doesn’t stir. You can't detect his heart thumping under his ribs and your own fraying mind is trying to figure out how to fix this before he becomes your first fatality.

The flesh of your wrist tears easily under your teeth, blood not belonging to you welling and pouring over the fresh wound. You thumb open his mouth, drip drops of his own blood back into him like it will sustain his life, but all it does is outline his pretty teeth in copper red.

The body is thrown sideways, crashing into a nearby dumpster with the rest of the garbage. Your eyes roll and your arms cross over your chest, huffing out a breath of irritation.

“I didn’t need a white knight,” you spit, but your savior doesn’t let you get too far from the brick before he’s pressing you back into it.

“Do you have any idea how hard you are to track down?”

His question is almost unheard, your focus trained on the outline of his face, recognition itching at the edges of your brain. You try to push him back, away from you, step out from under his arm, but his strength keeps you in place and sends a myriad of alarm bells ringing. He shouldn’t be stronger than you, no matter what synthetic attachments he had.

“You don’t recognize me. Well, I mean that figures, it’s been about eighty years.” It’s a statement, the playfulness of his tone curling the edges of his mouth up. There’s something there, something in the red tinged blue of his eyes, in the boyish charm of his smile illuminated by the streetlight that makes regret churn in your stomach.

Something you haven’t felt since…

He doesn’t come back. You wait for hours for breath to puff his chest but it doesn’t. Sunlight sizzles at the tips of your fingers, making you hiss and jerk away. You round the bed and tug the curtains closed, gathering up your clothes and dressing. You stop in front of the mirror, wipe the tears from your cheeks and stifle your sobbing.

Your sire warned you this would happen eventually, that you would get so wrapped up in a meal that you couldn’t pull yourself away. You can see the cut of his jaw and the sapphire of his eyes as he stares you down, legs spread wide on the underground throne he’d been ruling since the 16th century.

Still, you resisted, told him that he was a cobwebbed fuck of a monster and stormed from the coven to roam the lush, wine-drenched hills of Europe.

“I killed you,” you stammer, tears starting to well up against your lash line.

“No, no, you didn’t kill me, dove. There were times when I really wished you had—,” he flexes the black and gold of his left hand in front of your face, “but no, you didn’t kill me. You kept me incredibly alive during a part of my life that I should not have survived.”

Your hands find purchase in the leather on his chest, clutching at him as though he’ll disappear if you let go. His eyes drop down your form, where your skirt reveals the illusory plump softness of your thighs. The flesh squeezes under his hand, guiding your leg over his hip and exposing your core to him before he reaches for the other.

It’s a different kind of cold- one that burns you up anyway.

“I’m so sorry.”

You never meant to make him like you, to make that angel from another time a shadow in this one. He presses against you tight, steals the breath you don’t need and smiles down at you with all of that charm you remember.

“I’m not sorry, but if you really want to grovel I will accept an apology in what I vividly remember this body can do.”

Your own sharp canine smile spreads, the ghost of a rapid thrumming of a heartbeat pattering away. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss that’s nearly a century past due. He tastes like sweet copper and your stomach reminds you that you haven’t eaten in weeks.

“If you want me to remind you why you chased me for so long, you’re going to have to let me hunt first,” you pant, carding your fingers through his hair. He sets you down, takes your face in his hands and places one last chaste kiss on your lips. It’s soft, like every cloud in the blue sky you haven’t seen in centuries. Time can’t corrupt angels like him.

“Sugar, that’s foreplay.”

[brunchable]

Spooktober Oneshots🎃

Because I didn't celebrate my 1K followers, I'll be using halloween to post dark themed shorts/one-shots. If dark themes makes you feel uncomfortable, you have the freedom not to read these stories (there will be warnings, of course).

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The Taking Teaser (NSFW) - click here to read "Do you know what I am, (Y/N)?" he asked you, the dagger dropping to the floor.

"S-Sorcerer Supreme," you whispered, so softly you could barely hear your own words.

"Yes. That I am. But am I what you've read about? A simpleton monster no better than an old warlock that lurks in your woods? Am I that?" He was so close now, standing near your head. His hand came down to caress the curve of your trembling lips.

"Am I that?" he asked again, holding your gaze with the strange blue brilliance of his own.

"No," You whispered finally.

Siren Teaser - click here to read “Is it d-dead?” you stammered.

“Let’s not stay long enough to find out.” Stephen said, grabbing your arm. He ran until both of you came across one of the smaller storage rooms, and he shoved you inside.

“W-who. What was that?” you asked.

“Stop shaking.” He commanded.

“What’s happening?”

“Calm down.” When he told you to stop shaking it seemed more like he was pleading with you. But now he just gave you a clear and direct order. You forced your hands to stop shaking.

Thanks for Dinner Teaser - click here to read “Can I help you?” He called out in the same gruff voice, his breath coming out in clouds. You took a shaky breath and nodded almost imperceptibly in the vague light.

Stephen noticed then the way you were breathing shakily, and the way you were trembling in the cold, your slender shoulders bare beneath the ragged tank top you wore. 

Stephen licked his chapped lips nervously as he looked around again, sensing no other presence than you. Against the gnawing feeling in his stomach, Stephen gets rid of his tao mandalas, his grimy hands shaking slightly. You eyes were on him, locked onto every small movement Stephen made as he shifted uncomfortably.

Witch's Revenge Teaser - click here to read “I’m going to murder you in fifteen minutes.”

“Wha—? Look, lady,” he pointed his finger at you, but stopped short. The tip of a butcher knife appeared from below the top edge of the counter.

“Sir,” you said, “all I said was that I'll have your order ready in fifteen minutes.”

Stephen turned to leave when a man stepped out of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry. I was out back chasing the varmints away from the garbage cans. It’s a constant battle. I’m Mike. Can I take your order?”

“Who is she?” Stephen was sweating, his breath coming in short gulps.

“Who are you talking about, mister?”

Book of the Damned Teaser - click here to read It had begun when you and some friends had gone to the infamous abandoned Sanctum at the end of the street on Halloween. You and your friends were feeling your way along a corridor where the gloom overwhelmed all of you like a rising tide of black water. You heard what sounded like someone slurping or sucking very close to your ear. It was both disgusting and frightening at the same time.

“Who’s there?” you yelled, “If that's one of you guys it's not funny!” You had thought it was one of your friends messing with you. But the thing hadn’t gone away since that day.

[luckyfinch]

Chapter 9: Caught in your Web

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The castle was quiet, dimly lit hallways sitting still, each soul having fallen asleep; fitful rests or not. Deeper in the manor, behind an unusually labeled door, lay a tired soul, finally in a deep slumber. Tension bled from the poor monster’s shoulders, nightmares ironically seeming to be warded off for once. 

How sweet.

How humorous.

The dull pain of using his strings went casually unnoticed, swept up by the usual undercurrent of discomfort that came from simply being. Manic smile in place, he flexed his fingers and apprehended the sleeping Underswap Sans. It was time for a chat, he thought amusedly to himself, retreating back through a portal. 

“TiMe to w-w-WAKe uP, BluE.”

***

Once again, Swap found himself in a rather unwanted situation. Don’t get him wrong, he was glad that Error had taken enough of a liking to him to want to hangout, but hanging upside down in an otherwise silent, endless void of white with only the static-sounding words of a homicidal-maniac to keep him company… it wasn’t the best scenario. Still!! Swap happily chatted with his friend, pushing his anxieties—(what if I speak wrong what if I trigger him what if he kills me-)—to the back of his mind. It had been awhile since he’d last seen Error, anyway, and he has been wanting to say hello.

“—aNd so OFcOursE, I-I-IIII dUstEd tHe-ThEm!- No, thE O-oThe-OTHeR oNe.” Error’s glitching words carried on, having not noticed Swap’s lack of focus as he spoke presumably to his voices. 

“Error?” Swap swiftly interjected, sensing a small break in his glitching friend’s tangent. “Could You Let Me Down, Please?” 

The dark skeleton paused, hands held aloft in front of him as his distorted gaze dragged over to his hanging company. With a flick of his wrist, Swap fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap, a small oomf escaping him as he hit the unseen ground. Immediately the other went back to his seemingly one-sided conversation, going on about whatever AU he’d dropped by and wrecked last. Swap shivered involuntarily at the giddy recollection of broken bones and horror filled pleas.

“Error-“ He interrupted again, this time not waiting for a pause in speech. He held himself casually despite the sweat on the back of his skull as his friend stopped and slowly turned his head to face him. 

“… WhaT?” 

He swallowed nervously. The soldier didn’t wish to experience another one of Error’s meltdowns if he spoke wrong, but there was an itch in his head that begged to ask; “Have You Spoken To Dream Or Ink Recently?” 

Error turned the rest of his body, arms crossing as he stared down Swap. The blank white encompassing them both felt a little more overwhelming than usual, Error taking his time before replying. 

“yEs. Th-th-ThEy sto-s-SToppEd by, ThInkinG I-I-III tOOk yOU.” 

His chest squeezed uncomfortably at the information, but he smiled genuinely. “Of Course They Did.. Thank You For Protecting Me, Error.” 

Error tilted his head, narrowing his good eye. A hand reached up, and a hand-stitched doll descended from somewhere above to land in his palm before its string shot back up empty. Error turned it over in his hands, smirking down at it in his usual demented manor. The doll was another Sans, as they usually were, with a brown scarf and clumsily stitched sash. Another fell at his command, bearing a blue bandanna and gray shirt. 

Each doll was grabbed by a dark honey hand, Error giggling glitchedly as he turned a little from Swap, clearly in his own world once more. He puppeted his dolls, having the Blue one lightly bat at the Brown one. 

“BLuE s-s-SUrE g-gAve tHE SQUiD a G-Goo-GOOd fIgHT..” 

Swap stared, confused, narrowing his sockets as a small feeling of dread pooled in his gut. “I Didn’t Mention The Fight Yet. Did You… Watch It?” 

The other’s smile grew, letting strings shoot down to grab his dolls as he dropped them. At his silent command, the dolls continued their puppeted mock-fight, blue string pulling at them while Error looked over his shoulder with wide, crazed sockets.

“WanTEd t-to SEE thEm FAiL… afT-aft-After-AFTeR tHeiR ConFId-fidEncE. Ha.. hA.”

“You Told Them.”

Error’s giggles stopped, his smile falling an inch. “NNnno. DiDn’T. JuSt-st… LeT THeM fFffff… fOLLoW thEir LeAD.”

Swap’s eyes fell to his feet, shocked. Quietly, he said, “you promised.” 

“whaT?”

“You PROMISED! You Said You’d Hide Me! You Let Them In!” He yelled, taking a step back as his fist clenched at his sides. How could he be so stupid, to trust the Destroyer?

“ProMISe…? DOeS THE Bl-L-LuE onE thInK mE-E-me h-i-i-sss GuArD DOg, tOo?” Error growled, hand darting out to snatch up his blue-clad doll dangling beside him. His dark fingers clenched tightly around it. “YOu aRE PrOT-eee- ProTECtEd ennnnouGH By th-That.. OcToppuS aNd BanD OF.. GlItchEss.” 

Another step back, and a blue string shot out to grab Swap by the ankles, pulling him to the ground. “Send Me Back Home,” he bit out.

The Destroyer scoffed, shooing away both his dolls and letting Swap be pulled back up by his feet to hang upside down.

“FiiIInE. Ha-AAAng OuT wITH th-the OThEr ggGlIt-gli-GlitCheS.. A-As iiF I-I-I cArE.” 

A static portal opened up beneath him, and Swap could tell even from his position that the ground opened up into a blanket of snow. His scream was cut off as he was released and dropped backwards into the AU, portal closing behind him as though it was never there. Agh, Error knew he’d meant Nightmare’s Castle!

The air left him as he landed flat on his back, even with the snow to break his fall. For a moment he simply lay there, catching his breath. 

As his skull turned to the left, a chill wracked his body that had nothing to do with the cold. A large sign sat just a foot away, with blinking lights and large bold words. 

WELCOME TO SNOWDIN TOWN!

“FUCK.” Swap swore, immediately pushing himself to sit up. He was in the Underground, or, well, a Underground. It couldn’t be his; that AU was gone, something he’d long since accepted. This could be any sort of universe.

How was he meant to get back to the Gang? Swap couldn’t open portals! Sigh. He could only hope that Nightmare would pick up on his location with his feely-findy thing… and, hopefully, before Dream might.

In the meantime, he decided, he best figure out where he was. 

Getting to his feet, the skeleton headed off into the snowy town. Based on the vibe alone, he could assume it wasn’t any Underswap. It was a little familiar, strangely, but he couldn’t quite remember if he’d been there before. So many universes had needed positivity and assistance from him and his old teammates. How was Swap to recall one in particular?

The tree in the center of the town was pointier than many he had seen though nothing worth much thought. An odd look or two from some less-than-friendly looking monsters walking about had sweat beading on his skull, even as he smiled and waved greetings.

Finally a building he recognized came into view: darkly purple with the blinking sign spelling out “GRILLBY’S” at the front. Swap always did prefer Muffy’s establishment, when he was lucky enough to get to see an Underswap-adjacent AU, though even the Magnificent Swap had to admit Grillby tended to hold down a nice place. (Despite the greasy food.)

The door pushed open with the ting of a small bell, and at once patrons turned to pierce him with their glares. One drunken bunny monster called out to him, slurring a “Hey, Sansss~!” which he awkwardly waved to in response, walking up to the bar counter. 

A skull peeked out from the spiky-fluffy fur lining of a hood, connecting to the black jacket that the fellow skeleton monster wore, sitting on a bar stool. His voice ranted on to the bartender; a fire monster with purple, cackling flames tinted with green.

Of course. Where would Error send him, if not the Underfell he so love-despised? Part of him had hoped for a Swapfell, but he was glad for a familiar face. (He ignored that all the Sans-es he knew were technically familiar faces, being his own face and all.)

Swap sat in the barstool to the Sans’ left, hands folding neatly on the bar. His counterpart startled, frowning as he leaned away. 

“who the fuck-?“ came the skeleton’s gruff, muttered voice. A gold tooth glinted in the warm light the bartender was putting off.

“Hey, Red.” 

He froze, his single lit eye light flickering as the two locked eyes. It had been a while, and Swap wasn’t certain this was the Underfell Sans he knew, so he very well could have just made a fool of himself and now the skeleton could try to kill him for being an imposter—

Except that didn’t happen. Recognition sparked in his minutely relaxed posture, a lazy, happy grin raising. His teeth were so, so pointy. It did always shock the soldier. 

“blue! i thought ya up ‘n died! yer pals were allllll over here a bit ago lookin for you. what’s goin’ on?”

He suppressed a shiver, smiling back. “I’ve Been Doing QUITE WELL, Actually!! Much Better Than Before!” 

“that’s great ta hear, pal.. what brings you over ‘ere anyway? more multiverse drama?” 

“Oh, No, Nothing Like That! Error Dumped Me Here. You Know How He Gets.”

“…..i still don’t get know you can be so chill around the literal proclaimed ‘god of destruction’ but okay.” 

Swap scoffed. “Error’s Just A Big, Superpowered Toddler. Seriously.” 

“and the idea of a baby with superpowers isn’t scary as hell to you???” 

“…Okay, Point Taken. But I’m Used To Him By Now.” 

The chatter continued on easily, conversation picking back up like it had never ended. Swap, inch by inch, felt his shoulders untensing and his anxiety leaving. Red was so unconnected to everything, and surprisingly easy to talk to. He had missed having a friend like this outside of the castle. 

Eventually the pair found themselves settled on Red’s worn-couch. Some springs poked through the cushions, and the home was all-over a bit scuffed, but Swap leaned back and settled without care. His SOUL was doing excited flips in his ribcage. It would be nice to hangout with Red until Nightmare tracked him down. (Swap ignores the thought that Dream could track him down just as quickly. Surely after their last encounter the guardian understood Swap’s allegiance?)

The TV was turned on at some point, and now played some dramatic romance starring only a sharp looking robot in several different cheap wigs. It was vaguely entertaining. Swap missed watching Napstabot’s movies. 

“that bag o’ scrap metal is all paps wants ta watch. ever.” Red commented, the two having directed their attention to the screen. Mettaton, Swap recalls, was singing some heartfelt junk about himself in a blonde-wig. 

“Back In My Universe, I Only Liked Watching Napstabot.” 

“huh? is that liike.. napstablook? its so weird that our worlds are opposite.” 

“Probably. I Lose Track.” 

Swap’s shoulder brushed Red’s, the armored skeleton relaxing back into the old green cushions of the sofa. 

Four knocks sounded in quick-succession at the door, rasping firmly against the wood. It was like a bucket of ice had just dropped over Swap, sockets wide. 

He recognized that knock. Seriously, why was he always having to deal with these situations? Always? It was getting tiring. 

Red shared a look with Swap, taking in his tense form. The underfeller narrowed his eyes and jutted his chin, gesturing upstairs. He got the idea, quickly hopping off the couch and climbing the steps. By instinct alone he grabbed the knob of the first door he saw, pushing inside and shutting the door behind him. It luckily had a lock. 

This was not him room, though. It was Papyrus’s. The racecar bed Swap knew was instead red, here—everything was red, pretty much. All edgy looking. 

Voices came from the other side of the door. Swap pressed his skull against it, trying to make out any voices. Oh—shoot, Dream was here. He’d sense Swap. He would. He- Oh, was Swap panicking? Jeez, okay- He tried to count his breaths. Panicking would only draw the guardian up here faster. He needed to hide. Focusing, like he’d been used to as a Star, Swap pressed in his emotions, tightening them into a little unnoticeable ball, and projecting out as much blank-dullness as he could. 

“…re you sure? I…” 

“…yes, It.. of course..” 

“its just that… yes, see-“ 

… 

“No, they…  Nightm…” 

“…rry for this. yo…”

…

Steps echoed up the rickety staircase. Swap held his hands over his mouth, crouched at the foot of the door. A knock came. 

Tap. Tap. 

But there was no response. He didn’t dare move, didn’t even think.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“…Blue?” 

No. No. Not again. Please. 

“Blue, come on- Just talk to me.” 

He shook. 

“It can’t be your fault. I know he did something to you. I can help.” 

“I can help, Blue. I can take away your pain.” 

Swap is plunged into the memory with such a force he cannot fight it.

He shivered, the sobs wrenching through his body with vengeance. Each hiccup hurt more than the last, his hand clutching at his chest, digging into his ribs. Everything was gone. All of it. Nothing was left. And it was all his fault. All of it. 

Papyrus was gone. Nothing mattered anymore because of that one, simple fact. His baby brother was gone. Not even just dead- he was erased. As if he had never existed. 

Swap was officially an outcode, with no home AU to tie him to. No brother. No friends. Nobody. Nothing. 

The sobs kept coming. He cried out, shouting and begging and pleading for… what? He didn’t know. Just.. something. Anything to quell the pain. Anything to give him back his brother. 

Then, there was a tug at his chest, and a harsh warmth. Then, there was Dream. The guardian’s gold glow eased him forward until he was wrapped up in his friend’s arms, crying into his shoulder. 

“I can help, Blue.” Says Dream. “I can take away your pain.” 

Swap wants so desperately to believe it. His SOUL can’t handle this heartbreak. He wants his friend to hold him and whisper that everything is going to be alright. 

Dream seems to understand. Dream, who always could name his feelings before even he could, nodded and smiled. Warmth again overtook him, burning and searing and all over too much. The pain was not gone, but buried, smothered and choked and drowned in the calm-calm-calm that encompassed his very being. Slowly he went limp, and Dream lowered them both to the ground, gloved hands wiping his tears.

…Tears? That wasn’t right. What was there to be crying about? Swap had never been more content in his life. 

Dream had made it all okay. 

Burning. Searing warmth. Overwhelming calm-content-tired. These feelings are what finally brought him out of the long-repressed memory. First, he was aware that he was hyperventilating, and shaking, his hands scratching at his sockets. There was a voice. Was someone talking to him? 

“Easy, easy. Relax.” 

His bones slumped. What? Hang on- Swap tried to push away from the hands—the pressure—but was stopped. Hands caught his wrists. Gloved hands. He felt his eye lights extinguish.

“Blue, you’re panicking. Stop fighting me, I’m trying to help.” 

No. Not again. Fury surged up, catching the guardian by surprise. He wrenching his hands out of the other’s grip and swung hard, scrambling backwards until his back hit the wall. 

Dream’s hands hovered over his left socket, pained, until he seemed to steel his resolve. He rose up to his full height and stepped forward with outstretched hands. A small splinter-crack sat just below his eye socket. 

The warmth pressed in again, and Swap valiantly tried to force it away. “STOP IT!” 

“Blue. You are being irrational. What has my brother done to you?” 

“NOTHING, YOU PRICK!” Yelled Swap, pushing himself shakily to his feet with the wall behind him as a brace. 

Reaching out for his magic, the skeleton conjured his battle-hammer, slamming it down. He wasn’t messing around anymore. This wasn’t like last time at all, no Killer or Cross or Ink. Just Swap and Dream. No more holding back!

Dream was shocked, hesitantly summoning his two blades. He didn’t want to fight Swap, but it was clear that’s what his friend was preparing for. 

“Please, just talk to me!” 

“I’M DONE TALKING.” 

Swap swung first, his war hammer  slamming down and splintering the wood flooring of where Dream had stood not even a second before. 

He wouldn’t submit this time. Not ever again. Hopefully, he’d hold him off long enough for Nightmare to show up. 

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[shady-shrub]

ive decided to commit.

let's look at ALL. the words. every section. here we go!

(the top row looks like it has more words above but i can't tell what they say?)

Our SWEAT

Their TEARS

-(clivesdale hate, love to see it. or this is reference to the jocks vs. the nerds)-

1 2

JÄGER'S

COMING FOR YOU

-(a lil rhyme? at least they're warning the newbies. also anyone notice his name has silly a? what goofy murderousguy!)-

HATCHET FIELD

-(simple. yes.)-

NIGHT

🪽HAWK🪽

PRIDE

🪶

-(YEAHHH LETSGO NIGHTHAWKS!!! NORMAL HEALTHY TEAM SPIRIT. wait spirt. LIKE GHSOTS LIKE RICHIE AND RUTH-)-

NIGHTHAWKS!!

-(two exclamation points!!)-

go

Nighthawks

-(this one is blue!!)-

🦅CLAWS

OUT🦅

-(i couldn't find a talon emoji. interesting choice of words. ITS LIKE A GRABBING MOTION. LIKE MAX GRABBING RICHIE-)-

3 4

BETTER

LOCK

YOUR

DOOR

-(YES MOR RHYMING!!! this is a threat tho?? did max write these cause. this is worrisome.)-

🟧

Jägerman

is

our

KING

-(WHY IS THERE AN ORANGE THING?? yeah no clue anywho. we are really seeing the god complex come through. however, not only max wrote these? guys just commit treason)-

HIGH

HATCHETS

-(there's another word above i can't read :/ so this doesn't make much sense UNLESS. REFERENCE TO hatchet town song where they're talking about HATCHET HANDLES?? raising their weapons??)-

CREMATE THE

COMPETITION

-(yeah DIE CLIVESDALE YOU WIENERS. wait. CREMATE?? LIKE WHEN PEOPLE DIE LIKE R-)-

MONSTER

-(omg like the song!!)-

OUR

QUATER

BACK

KILLS

-(hahaha. what.)-

5 6

GRAB YOUR

CRUCIFIX

-(woahhh reference to bathroom scene 32:34 when max is wearing a cross necklace!)-

RIP

THEM

APART

-(IS THIS STILL HEALTHY?? MAN THEY REALLY HATE CLIVESDALE. HOPEFULLY THIS ISNT SIGNIFICANT TO THE PLOT. 1:35:08)-

🪽FLY🪽

-(ya know what else flies? GHOSTS. GUYS THIS IS A REFEREN-)-

N-I-G-H-T AH AKKS

-(love this song eheheh this part is always. the ahs are actually scREAMS GUYS THEYRE SCREAMIN-)-

clear eyes

sharp claws

can't lose

-(oh??? clear eyes?? LIKE WHEN YOU DIE AND NO PUPILS AND- sharp claws again, with talons out hrrrrnnn sounds important. like mayhaps how max is A MONSTER OUT TO GET EVERYONE?? and of course. they do lose.)-

7 8

NEVER

GRADUATE

-(YEAH SOME OF THEM ACTUALLY DONT. PLEASE DONT JOKE ABOUT THIS COME ON NOOOOOOOO)-

Like a

🐥

(NIGHT)

HAWK

-(aw look at them OH SHOOT OH GOSH THEY FOUND THE WEED AAAAAAAAA. actually tho. what like. night hawk? kill people?? max saw the timeline of perky's buds and decided thats what he wanted)-

INTO

THEIR

HEADS

-(uhhhh? what into their heads?? honeslty no clue what this could mean LIKE MAKING THEM BELIEVE THEYRE NOT GOOD?? (calling people nerds and prudes when they're not) if ya know what i mean)-

J

A

G R

E U

R L

M E

A S

N

-(orange!! also another point for max having his ego inflated like a hot air balloon)-

all hail

JÄGERMAN

-(dang. bro really is a king TEACHERS WHERE ARE YOU. STOP THIS.)

SLASH THE

COMPETiTiON

-(SLASH. i know this is just competitive language BUT THE WORD CHOICES. HUH.)

JAGERMAN's

on the hunt

-(what a monster. A LITTERAL MONSTER GUYS ITS- and blue!!)

SNAP

CRACK

WATCH

YOUR

BACK

-(YEAH AND WATCH YOUR DOORS AND HIDE. this man is too powerful?? snap AND crack? i know rhyming but. petes arm when max breaks it eheheh)-

9 10

HE'S THE JÄGERMAN

-(AMAZING RHYME guys you gotta get out of here he's insane)-

🐦 you're

next

-(RUTH RUN PLEASE NOOOOOOO)-

Hatchetfield

PRIDE

-(this is more than pride. this is a vicious cycle you must stop.)

🐦‍⬛

N

I

G

H

T

H

A

W

K

S

-(CAW CAW actually tho. what silly high birds.)-

come see

barbecue

monologues

A RIB ROARING

GOOD TIME

-(i dunno if roaring is the right word? tried to look at it many angles but couldn't come up with much look at that marketing tho!! go you theater team!)-

blue

&

gray

-(there's something under the bleachers but once again i am unable to decipher. prolly something about school colours or another silly birdie tho)-

ANY THOUGHTS??? SHARE THEM!??!??

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O and skelly are hanging out til S/O asks, “If you punch yourself in the face and it hurts, are you too strong or too weak?” How do the skellies react?

Undertale Sans - He thinks a very long moment and then gives you a very difficult scientific answer about gravity, force, and how pain is manifesting in humans and monsters. You didn't understand a thing and now your brain hurts just looking at him.

Undertale Papyrus - "TOO STRONG OBVIOUSLY. BEING HURT DOESN'T MEAN YOU ARE WEAK, IT IS JUST A SIGN YOU ARE STILL ALIVE. IF YOU PUNCH AND NOTHING HURTS, THEN YOU PROBABLY SHOULD WORRY BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN YOU ARE DEAD AND WE DON'T WANT THAT." Thanks, Papyrus.

Underswap Sans - He gives you a "what the hell is that question" kind of stare and doesn't answer you. It's too early for thinking. Please let him eat his oatmeals in peace.

Underswap Papyrus - "that would freak me out and i wouldn't like it so please do not punch yourself in the face to test it, thank you."

Underfell Sans - He makes you punch yourself in the face with his blue magic. You squeaks and cries-screams what was this for. "weak." he answers, and goes back to drink his coffee. What? You asked.

Underfell Papyrus - He looks at you for one second and then suddenly punches himself in the face. You're in shock. He shrugs. "THAT DOESN'T EVEN HURT. YOU HUMANS ARE JUST NATURALLY WEAK, IT'S PATHETIC."

Horrortale Sans - He looks his fist, then looks at you sadly. "but i don't want to punch myself" :( And he doesn't want you to do it either. Can you just... sit in the couch and hugs him or something?

Horrortale Papyrus - "HUM.... WHY IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION? CAN WE PLEASE NOT PUNCH ANYONE AND TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE? I AM VERY UNCOMFORTABLE RIGHT NOW."

Swapfell Sans and Papyrus - Nox calls Rus, then makes Rus hits himself in the face with his magic. Rus falls on the ground, crying and holding his non-existent nose. Nox looks at him a second. "this was a weak cry, but Rus is not exactly a good model of pain tolerance. you should ask Alphys, she would love to punch herself several time just for you." Rus looks at you, betrayed. You did this to him? You're going to get prank to death.

Fellswap Gold Sans - "DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE TIME FOR YOUR FOOLISH GAMES? PUNCH YOURSELF IN THE FACE AND FINDS OUT."

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - "well you can punch me if you want! we'll see!" You sweats and looks at Wine, in the couch, looking straight through your soul. "N-No, I f-found out. It's w-weaK." You don't want to die today, thank you very much. Coffee is a bit disappointed but he is glad you found the solution by yourself!

[kingbluetheamze1]

Mv! Knighttale chapter 4 part 4

After.................the soul of carnage soul was absorbed by Flowey everyone was just enjoying their lives, but Flowey was diffenrent.........I do not know this flower well but.................Flowey is acting strange...he's been mainly just talking to the the skeleton family and Frisk...........but he has a evil look in his inner heart.....he has a murderous soul only am able to tell. As am writing this I feel dangered of my life....but I do know that all of them will be safe

Well I am a part of his fan club now......I don't know if I should be

You are a part of Mettaton's fan club?

I am very happy he is

Not a chance

M-mettaton is alright now...........his health and magic is ok

NYEH HEH HEH IT'S NICE TO SEE YOu ALPHYs

Where is Sans

SANS THIS IS NO TIMe FOR SLeEPINg......WAkE UP LAZYBONES

You understand him?

Of course I do

He taught me it

SANS WAKE UP

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Wingdings it's called wingdings

How do you know any of this?

I want chocolate

Sans taught me things

He taught me how to say this

.......

Frisk never say that again

Zzzzzzzzzz....hehZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzZZZZZZZZZZ

Sans would you wake up please?

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

* Punches Sans *

Jees clam down

CALM DONw!!!!!?

Alright Papyrus go

NYEH-

LET'S GO

* Both go out *

What is wrong darling?

* Wishpers into Mettaton's *

My my my that is a lot.... Sans is a pranking person after all............so Gaster

What?

Would you like to

Visit my fan club?

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelll no

I would

Only people 18 or older come alone

Fine

I will meet you later

TOODLES!!!!

* Smashes threw the wall *

NOT AGAIN

It's a place where a sign is there that says " Mettaton's fan club. " It's massive you won't miss it

* At Sans's station *

He's still asleep

Huh....

* Runs away *

I hope he is not following me

H u m a n d o n ' t you k n o w h o w t o g r ee t a n e w p a l?

* sweats *

Tu r n a r ound a n d s h a k e my h a n d

* runs away but gets stopped *

It's nice here

Go away

It's ok I promise I won't hurt you

Go A W AY PLEASE

Why are you here human?

* strikes Sans *

.......

Heh

I am upset

But....I am just messing around

What

This is just ketchup

O....wow

That did 0 damage

.......

Come on ya can't take a prank?

Why are you here Human?

I don't want to talk to you

Well...that was rude

Here's a better question

I just tried to kill you

And I am just trying to give ya a dog?

......

But... seriously why are you trying to attack me?

I just don't want you to hurt me

I feel bad

To the bone :)

The monsters are supposed to be weak

Would ya like to hang out some time?

I'm trying to end you

To be honest this only a act of self-defense

Can I please go now

But you were trying to kill me, and we just met I could of been a good friend

Just go away

Look pal calm down I won't hurt you...but want a dog you can trust me

Fine

* Has the dog *

Ok * eats it *

What is your name?

Godfrey

Well...looks like i am on my break

( I think I have to tell the King about this )

See ya later

You are going to go away now?

Yes

Why are you just standing?

O....well look there a monster

Where

* Teleports away*

Where did he go?

A spider

.... 😨

* runs away *

[twistofatale]

Twist of a tale part 2

Asriel: You called me?

Y-yes....it seems something is wrong with the timespace continuum so....

Asriel: Perfect :)

Asriel: Call Mettaton and tell him about this. I won't allow it to win

O-k. .....heh

* At the beginning of it *

Frisk: What is this place?

Frisk: Why does it seem so strange?

Frisk: * Goes to the next place *

Frisk: Umm is that a flower?

Yeochy: Hello there my name is Yoechy am a Echo flower ;)

Yeochy: You must be a Human and new to the underground

Frisk: Yes and what is the underground

Yeochy: Perfect

* Encounter starts *

Yeochy: * Uses a lot of bullet spears that hit Frisk a lot *

Frisk:.....

Yeochy: It seems you don't know how this world works you now have 5 hp. In this world hp is your amount of endurance you have before you die

Yeochy: When you die that's it.....

Yeochy: I am a hero for all monsters and I have no time to teach you when your a dead duck

* A huge ton of spears come and are coming to Frisk *

Yeochy: DIE

HHahaahahahahahahahahahahahahshsshahahahahahahahahahahsshshsha

* A step *

Yeochy: * Stops spears * Huh?

* Another step *

Yeochy: Who is there?

* Another step *

Yoechy: WHO IS THERE * Sweats *

* The spears are destroyed *

Chara: You seem like you are destroying this human * Puts a knife close to Yoechy's throat * w h o s a i d y o u c o u l d d o t h a t?

Yoechy: Eeeehhhh me?

Chara: * Holds Yoechy's stem so he can't escape * Don't try to run....I will end you =).

Yoechy:....:(. A-LRIGH...T FINE I WILL GO

Chara: Good

Yoechy: I will end you later Human

Chara: * Hands are off Yoechy's stem *

Yoechy: * Goes in the ground *

Chara: So you are a Human....another one .......here * Heals Frisk * come with me.....

Frisk: Ok * Follows Chara *

Chara: Alright welcome to the isles heh my name is Chara. I am the caretaker of these watery lands and.....basically I'm supposed to be a helper? And what is your name

Frisk: I'm a Human named Frisk :)

Chara: Ok....in this world or just isles there are a lot of water...which you can tell if you just look over there......well there are puzzles too but just for entertainment purposes

Chara: Name's Frisk huh? Well Frisk in this door is the rest of the Isles...for a isle so umm let's go

Frisk: * Follows Chara *

Chara: Alright it seems you don't know how to fight are something so here is

The Human shaped dummy

Frisk:....

Chara: Here * Gives Frisk the normal dagger *

Frisk:....

Chara:.....Go and fight it

Frisk: * Goes close to the dummy * Umm Hello

Chara: Just encounter it already.......

Frisk: * Gets a bit closer-

* Encounter starts *

Frisk:....Umm what are these buttons? * Presses one * Umm check?

The Human shaped dummy 0 attack -3 defense it seems to be not alive

* Nothing happens since it's not alive *

Frisk: Ok.....

Frisk: * Looks at buttons *

Fight act magic items spare

Frisk: Umm fight? Wait that would hurt it no.......* uses act and selects stare *

Human shaped Dummy:...* It's not alive *

Chara: 😐😔

* Encounter ends *

Chara: Look not everyone is nice. Just keep the knife incase

Chara: Heh I mean you seem long enough to take care of yourself so you can hold a knife heh ✨ ( Or not )

Chara: Let's go

Frisk: * Follows Chara *

Chara: Look none of the puzzles may stand in your way so umm don't worry. If you want to do some there are descriptions to do it. Alright remember use your knife to be safe. And........there are other monsters like that flower or that's just a flower I am pretty sure you will be ok

Frisk: Wait what? I'm just a KID

Chara:....I mean you do know how to go to my home right? I mean it's a long way but .....I believe in you that you can go to my house without getting hurt 😉 ( I mean I don't really care about you getting hurt or dieing so who cares? )

Chara: Heh here's my phone number * gives that person a phone and a phone number * BYE BYE * Speed walks away *

Frisk:.....

@lazyasyoucansee