#AND. having the Sound that Stops God. is a solid fucking plan

[hopepunk-priest]

i'm just gonna say it, I think Mark was being a little bitch.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yandere male sea nymph x sailor reader drabble~! ૮꒰,,>﹏<,,꒱ა

WC:. 1.8k

Tags: pnp, double penetration, , sea nymphs have two cocks??, filthy smut, dub con, monster slime at as lube, dark themes, anal, mentions of mpreg, monster x human, Amab reader, monster anatomy, bottom male reader, no protection, anal creampies, cw lil blood, belly bulges <333

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A/N: M’ sorry if my descriptions of tha monster aren’t accurate, S’ all jus m’ personal thoughts ! ( ≧ᗜ≦)

The feeling of cold water rushes your body all at once- the sea swallowing you up whole along with your ship, your arms reach up trying to make it to the top gasping out in desperate strides feeling the cold liquid fill your lungs when another wave crashes over you bringing you back to square one in the endless fight— this storm wasn’t supposed to come for another week.

You were supposed to have had time to make up enough money to live to last the durations of the storm but it didn’t work out that way seemingly. The sound of a calling filled your ears, it rang loud almost like a high pitch melody of wave splashing over each-other while it rained, the only thing to be seen was a old lighthouse giving light in the distance, you tried to swim closer fighting the tides.

The lighthouse shines light onto the water showing a cove off to the other side. You had no choice but to try to reach it for shelter from the storms before you got drowned and your muscles gave way to the force of the water. The light becomes more distant the further you make it towards the cove, it was dark and wet with the rocks being jagged in places but atleast you were standing on something solid that gave a reminder of the land you were very much missing right now.

“Such a pretty little thing you are”

As soon as you hear a voice your body goes stiff feeling all the blood in your veins just stop pumping, you look around quickly seeing a figure lurking in the darkness of the cove. A strange allure washed over you almost as if the monsters green eyes were calling out to you for you to come towards it?..why were you giving in- before you could think your legs took long strides forwards walking towards the nymph in a trance.

“What are you?”

“I am a creature of the waters, a nymph...I’ve seen you since you set sail on these waters whatever it takes to get you I would’ve- even if I had to rid of you of those wretched men”

“You had something to do with this- my crew is lost because of this”

“I am no god boy, but I do have enough strength to conjure up a storm, whatever I must do to catch you”

The words fell from the creatures lips like venom, his skin was cold to the touch with scales up his arms his face went unseen in the dark but his eyes were always felt he pushed you up against the wall of the wet cove leaving you nothing to grab or hold for comfort, he pressed his mouth to the side of your neck pulling your tunic down enough to expose the s/c flesh.

“You’re mine now- I don’t plan to ever let you escape me”

You felt sharp shark like teeth start to dig into you bringing a trickle of blood that spread across the wet fabric of your shirt. His hands held your hips pulling you back to him holding you against him with no chance of escaping.

The feeling of two lumps pressed to your ass was clear but you were too lost in the hot feeling in your neck, it was painful and rough but it brought pleasure too, his snake like tongue licked over the bite mark licking up the blood like it was ambrosia.

“You’re the sweetest thing to grace my tongue boy”

“Fuck-“

You hiss feeling one of his webbed hands slide down from your hip into your pants grabbing your soft cock and gripping it firm while he kisses your bruised and bitten neck. You buck your hips back into him pressing your ass up against the creature like a needy whore when your body gets forcefully aroused, you couldn’t help it even if it wasn’t in your wants your body reacted- your hormones were high and your body needed this.

You couldn’t even remember when the last time you had been properly fucked was, being out at sea never left the time for sex to be In your life. The sea monsters touches had you feeling like some horny teen all over again when you felt his nail poke at the tender tip of your cock earning a loud hiss to leave your lips. Whatever the two bulges were you rubbed your ass all over them creating friction between the sea nymphs groin and your pants.

“You want it so fucking bad don’t you, don’t even know my face an you already want my cocks”

“Cocks..?”

You could practically feel the grin your confused question got out of him, the kisses and licks on your neck halted but the touches your cock was receiving didn’t, in a moment of desperation you dig your nails into the stone wall of the cove and close your eyes meekly.

“You’ve never been mated by a sea creature, normally we don’t fuck humans but you’re the exception”

His hand slipped off your cock leaving you all stiff and disappointed at the loss of touch, his hands pull your pants down letting them fall around your ankles while he guides you pressing you down bending you over a rock with your cock bobbing between your thighs, then you feel them.

One slimy cock pressed between your cheeks and another between your thighs, you felt glad it was pitch because your mouth was watering at the thought of having them both stuffing you so full! Your rim puckered up like a rose bud expanding and opening again.

One of the monsters hands reaches down pressing between your shoulder blades forcing you to be pressed flat down against the rock all defenseless while the slickness tip of his first cock prods its way past your gummy walls making you cry out in pain and pleasure, you felt so full and on fire all at once arching your back deep.

“You’re as tight as a virgin aren’t you”

He coos out while you try to adjust to the size not being given any time before the sea monster starts fucking into you with his other cock slapping all hard against your thigh dripping precum and slime all over the floor of the cove, your walls open up wide accepting the cock that was being forced inside rubbing every ridge of your cavern, he was exploring you and groaning. The hand on your back sliding down back to your hip to hold it.

“O-h- hm so big~”

You can practically feel your stomach expand when you take his cock getting pulled back and fucked into it, you start rolling your hips giving a little wiggle to your ass trying to get him to fuck you harder while you pout and let your eyes rock back into your head. The sounds of waves from the outside becomes background noise compared to the moans that rolled off your tongue, you were splaying yourself in a wanton way on his dick.

“Don’t start acting like a girl in a pleasure house on me here- you’re a sailor act like one”

The words fall from his lips cooing and cunning leaving down with his hot breath on your neck pounding away at your insides having your hole stretched now taking him with ease. Your cock was painfully hard and untouched and you wanted to whine and complain of it but you felt his hand slipping down to his second cock pushing it against your pucker.

“T’mush- t’mush it huurts-!”

“Shh you can take it, I know you can”

Your mind becomes mush feeling your body taking more than it ever has before making your legs go like jello, if it wasn’t for the rock you were in top you would’ve fallen to the ground from how weak you felt. Once both cocks make their way inside you, the bulge in your stomach was unnatural almost looking knocked up with the monsters slime being used as lube dripping down your thighs on your balls all messy getting on the floor of the cove while his hand finally works its way to your cock pressing his chest to your back making out with your neck.

“Your hole is so greedy, you think it wants a baby. Is that what it is, do you need a few eggs inside you?”

“Close- so close”

You do your best to muster up coherent words feeling weak ready to cum at any moment, the two cocks split you open leaving you with a sense of knowing that you’ll never feel as stuffed in another man’s cock as you feel with his.

“You can cum all you want but I’m not stopping until I finish”

The sea creatures words make you pout a little leaking like a faucet in his hand with your neck drenched in his saliva having York prostate rammed and nailed into harshly making you jolt forward each time you feel him. Your rim starts burning again from being spread for so long but the pleasure is so high you can’t seem to care about the pain- the only thing in your mind anymore is orgasming.

He knew you were close when your walls clenched up tight and started spamming, shortly after hot ropes spurt from your tip making a mess on the rock. The thrusts continued in sync with his strokes, the nymph milked your cock like a milk cow getting the last drops out of you leaving your cock used up and tender twitching warmly in his palm.

“Gods, just look at the way you’re swallowing me boy, you’re hole is so greedy for dick”

You feel the vibrations of his groan against your neck. The way the veins on his cocks start to rub against your insides more harshly fucking you like he needs it, you can tell he’s on the verge and you can’t bring yourself to mind the thought..if he’s a monster then is his seed potent enough to give you a baby?..do you want to have his baby?

Your thoughts are cut short by the feeling of his first cock pressing to your prostate flooding you with thick ropes like he was trying to stuff a womb, his hips stutter pressing flushed against your ass holding still before his other cock starts shooting cum inside you bloating you up from the seed stuffing you.

Your insides overflow feeling cum dripping out of your ass down your thighs mixing in with his slime making a mess but his hands hold your waist letting your cock go as he presses as close as he can and continues humping his cum inside you.

You feel the cocks inside you twitching— they were already hard again and ready for the next round, you don’t know if you can take it you’re already so fucked out with your eyes glossed over, your hole so wrecked it can’t clench properly.

“You can take it, I’ve been waiting so long for you I can’t even help it mortal”

His voice sounded feral, you knew you weren’t going to find a way out of this one.

[tojipie]

I'm a huge fan of your work and I would love to see a dilf!toji fan fiction where you accidentally walk in on him changing and it goes a bit further while megumi's home🙏🙏🙏

part 1 here

shaking crying and throwing up as the kids say

warnings: dilf!toji x reader, nsfw, almost getting caught, age gap

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“think that’s it for tonight.” megumi mumbles, turning the newly painted mound of clay to the side to gauge your shared work.

it goes without saying that you and your closest friend had spent the weeks leading up to the deadline planning, but not actually doing your final sculpting project, leading to an equally desperate and passive aggressive all-nighter.

you both of you were absolutely caked in paint, but the satisfaction of finally being done was well worth it. you stand up for the first time in over 4 hours, hissing at they way your back protests.

your feet tingle as blood rushes down to your legs, the aches in your body becoming more apartment.

“god, what is it— like 11?” you ask, massaging your neck with the back of your hand.

megumi grabs his phone to look at the time, scratching off a smear of dried pain with a scoff.

“it’s 1 am.” he laughs, tucking the device into his pocket with a sigh. “you ubering home or do you want my dad to take you?”

you perk up at the second option, gathering yourself before you respond.

“i mean yeah i feel like that’d be a lot safer.” you say, only half lying. “is he still up?” you knew he was up, in fact you knew if you hadn’t been practically right outside his bedroom for the past 4 hours he’d be texting you right now.

your sculpting partner motions to the kitchen door with a nod of his head, wordlessly gathering his materials up. “go check, i’m going to bed.”

you laugh, gathering your things and padding out into the hall.

“nite gumi.” you tell him, hoping it wasn’t too late in the night for the both of you to get a decent nights sleep.

��——

you secretly hope toji is waiting for you as you fix your makeup in the mirror, leaning down to meticulously washing the paint from your hands and arms in an attempt to look presentable.

megumi hadn’t noticed it was you in his father’s bed the last time you snuck over, taking toji’s sly suggestion to “drive his little friend home” as an ill intended joke.

he opted to drive himself to the concert instead, accepting the ridiculous $100 venue parking fee in exchange for his peace of mind.

you, on the other hand, had gotten the opportunity to wail your lungs out as loud as you needed once the house was empty, going round-for-round with the massive wall of muscle that was your best friend’s dad.

and now, here you were in his bathroom, washing up in the sink as quickly as you could before feeding yourself to the lion.

you slip into the dark hallway as quietly as you can manage, cringing at the stale creak of the bathroom door.

the house is barely lit with the dim light from the kitchen gone. you figure megumi had shut it off before going to bed, thinking you and toji had already left.

you feel your way down the corridor of rooms, silently opening the door to your destination before stopping cold in your tracks.

“you should knock ya’know.” a deep voice crones.

you yelp as you’re pulled into his bedroom, the sound muffled by a solid hand over your mouth.

“shhhhh.” toji chuckles, caging you against the door. the older man leans down to mouth at your neck, feeling you up as you catch your breath.

“you have a real volume problem, pretty girl.” he teases.

you laugh, cradling his head as it settles in the curve of your neck. his shirt is half off already, bunched around his shoulders. you must’ve caught him changing.

“what, were you waiting on me?”

“men have needs don’t they?” he says quietly, leaning in to kiss you.

thick hands settle around the curve of your waist just under your breasts and pull you backwards, leading you towards the bed.

“was—fuck—gonna text you.” toji whispers between kisses, palming your chest underneath your shirt. the older man pulls you into his lap from where he sits on the edge of the mattress, rucking your shirt above your head to mouth at the top of your breasts.

“yeah? why didn’t you?”

“knew you’d come find me.”

your cheeks burn at his admission. he was right, as embarrassing as it was you both knew how often you found yourself under him on nights like these.

and whether or not you’d begun hanging out at megumi’s just to see his dad was a question you didn’t want to address, and one that toji already knew the answer to.

you say nothing, opting to palm the man below you through his boxers while he finally undresses his top half. toned abs clench tight as you squeeze his cock through the fabric, guided only by the small sliver of moonlight bleeding from his curtains.

“harder.” he groans, bucking into your hand.

“miss me?”

“always miss you.” toji mumbles, motioning for you to stand so he can strip you of your bottoms.

you’re pulled on top of him as soon as your shorts hit the floor, leaning in to kiss him again. the older man licks into your mouth with fervor, toying with the waistline of your thin panties.

toji breaks the kiss, snapping the elastic against your hip. you flinch at the sharp sting, whimpering into his neck as he grips your ass

“you wear these for me?” he asks.

you nod, letting him slip them off. he gives them a once over, smiling as he reaches to throw them onto the night stand.

“keeping em.” he laughs, pulling himself free from the confines of his bottoms.

he’s throbbing, steadily leaking onto his own thigh with every passing second. you lean down to accept him into your mouth, pausing when he pulls you back up to him.

“just get on top of me.” he begs, grabbing hold of the backs of your thighs and reclining into the pillows.

“need it that bad?” you ask, genuinely curious. you watch as he grabs hold of his cock, lining it up with ease—practically muscle memory.

“wouldn’t need it this bad—oh fuck— if you hadn’t been busy the entire night.” he groans, complaint interrupted by the feeling of you sinking down onto him.

“could fuck me when the sun’s out, you wouldn’t have to wait all day that way.” you suggest, only half serious.

“the only thing stopping me from doing that is work, pretty girl.” toji mumbles. you gasp as he twitches inside you, sinking down all the way to watch what little composure he still has crumble.

your knees protest as you bounce on the older man’s cock, body still sore from the workload you’d dealt with earlier.

“you could’ve just—fuck— came out and said hi.” you add, noticing the way the scar on his lip contorts when he smiles.

“can’t really walk around with a hard-on.” he admits with a sleazy grin, taking one of your breasts into his mouths for good measure.

your shared moans grow louder with every thrust, the sound of skin-on-skin becoming unmistakable.

“fuck is that noise?” a sleepy voice yells from the hallway.

you freeze. pulling away from toji to gauge his reaction.

“fuck, get underneath.” he chuckles, practically pulling you off of his cock with how easily he manhandles you, making space for you to crawl into the sheets.

you’re struck with what feels like another heart attack as a knock at the door pierces the air.

“do you have another girl over?” megumi scoffs pacing behind the doorway.

“you sleepwalking or something?” toji lies, clearly not considering the consequences of getting caught.

you feel him pull the sheets over your head with a soft laugh. warm hands rubbing over your sides through the thin fabric, a sweet attempt at calming you down.

“i’m not stupid.” his son replies, kicking the foot of the door for good measure. “did you even drive my friend home?”

“she ubered, kid.” toji lies again, groping your breast over the thin sheet. you yelp at the sudden contact, earning a teasing “shhhh” from the man above you.

“fucking knew you brought someone over.” megumi sighs, trudging down the hallway with vague threats of “you’re paying for my dorm room next year.” and “can’t keep it down.”

you emerge from the covers, arms snaking around toji’s shoulders with a sigh of relief.

“what’d i tell you about that volume problem?” he laughs, lowering you onto his still hard cock with a breathy groan.

“fuck, did you get wetter or somethin?” he asks, clearly in disbelief.

“course not!” you mouth, stifling a whimper as he begins to thrust.

“i know honey.” he teases, biting the curve of your shoulder to stifle a groan. “i’m just fuckin’ with you.”

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Just Say You Had a Bad Dream (p2)

Player 001 x Reader📸

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Part 1

You awoke the next morning, Young Il already gone from your side. You looked around for the friend’s you had made the previous day. You found them all huddled in a small circle, talking lowly. Young il looked back at you as you rose up from bed. He turned the circle outward, slightly extending the circle to you.

“So, (y/n), according to the last time I played, the next game was Dalgona.” Gi-Hun spoke lowly.

“The game where you cut out the shape.” You repeat. He nodded,

“but these are new games, i have no idea what they’re gonna do.” He added. “Best just to prepare for the worst”

“Sounds like a fair plan” Young il agreed. When the group dispersed, Young il subtly grabbed your jacket sleeve, pulling you into him.

“What are you-“ he trapped you in a kiss cutting you off.

“The next game is a 6 legged pentathlon” he whispered in your ear as he kissed your neck. “Ddajki” another kiss. “Flying stone” another kiss. “Spinning top” a 3rd kiss. “Gong Gi” another kiss. “Jequi” a final kiss.

“Okay, enough” you giggle obnoxiously. Playing off the fact that he just told you the game. You walked into the room where the games were held, your group of 5 already staying together as others rushed to find theirs. You and Young il stood close together. He held you by your pocket, to keep someone from snatching you last minute. Finally, the teams were together and the time went off. The games were announced.

“(Y/n), can you play Gong-Gi?” Jung Bae asked you. You nodded.

“I was champion at my school” you said.

“Good, im good at flying stone.” Jung Bae said.

“I’m really good at Ddajki” Dae Ho chimed in.

“What about you, Young il?” Gi-Hun asked.

“Well, I’ve never played either of the last two.” LIAR! You thought, he was the best at spinning top, every throw was flawless. “You pick what you’re best at and I’ll just pick up the slack”

“I’ll take Jequi” Gi-Hun said thoughtfully. Safe to say you were going to be the last players going, easier to secretly dispose of the all the others so you and In Ho could walk unharmed.

Your long awaited turn was finally up. With a brandished arm and a well wish to the other team, your time began. The first 3 games were successful… until young il’s turn was up. He failed time and time. Slapping himself in the face and screaming at himself. He was throwing right-handed. You knew why, but you felt an insecure upset in your stomach as he did. Two tugs on his jacket told him he was making you nervous. He finally threw the top correctly, the joy coming back as you walked to Jequi, which contained a final clutch play by Young il.

“Oh fuck” you sighed throwing yourself into bed. “I’m beat”

“Too beat for me?” Young il said with a cocky grin, jumping into your bed with you. “Huh, pretty girl?” He said kissing your neck.

“Yes, geoboki” you push his face playfully. He feigned hurt, a fake expression written on his face. “Oh my gosh, stop pouting” you say laughingly.

“No. You said you’re too tired for me” he pouted even more.

“How about after lights out, hm?” You rubbed his hair as you closed your eyes.

“Dinner?”

“Lights out.” You repeat firmly, hearing his smirk.

“Fine” he huffed into your shoulder.

Timeskip: Lights out

Your eyes were wide open, a heat between your thighs as Young il toyed with your pussy.

“Oh my god, that feels good.” You say, quietly.

“Get on top of me” he tells you lust dripping from every word. You move to be on top of him, his cock standing at solid attention. He guided you as you sank down, his hips jutting up slightly at the warm cover your pussy was providing him. A sinful moan left his lips. He gently swayed your hips back and forth on his cock.

“Oh fuck” you moaned softly. Thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him inside of you. His cock stretching you gently with undeniable satisfaction. His thrusts became more feral. His arms no longer guiding, but pulling you flush against him.

“Holy fuck, (y/n)” he groaned. His obvious arousal now pounding into you. He let out moans, struggling to keep the contained. He bite down hard on your neck.

You sat up, placing your hands on his chest. Moving your hips on his cock as you rode him, matching his speed. Moans left your lips as his hands made their way to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your mounds before pinching them gently. You threw your head back, bouncing faster as you chased your orgasm.

“Oh fuck” you moan. His hand reached and wrapped around your throat.

“Dont you dare fucking stop” he ordered. “Ride my fucking cock until you cum all over it”

“Yes sir” you moan feeling his hand tighten. Your eyes rolling back at the feeling.

“Good girl” he breathed quietly. “Good fucking girl” you moved your hips faster, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs playing out.

“Im gonna cum” you whimper. “Oh my god, Young il, I’m gonna fucking cum”

“Cum on my cock. Cum on my fucking cock so I can mix our fucking juices together” he growls lowly. “Be a good girl for daddy, (y/n)” with that you felt your orgasm turn the corner,

“Fuck” you drawled as you rode your orgasm, spilling your juices on his cock”

“My turn now”he pulled you flush against him. Pounding his cock into you and forcing his orgasm to peak. He buried himself in the crook of your neck, biting down hard on your collarbone, certainly leaving a matching bruise to the one you had on your neck. His hot seed shooting inside of you. His body tensing with each thrust.

You moved your hips against him, making sure every drop of his was inside you.

“Oh my god, (y/n)” his own whimpering voice a symphony to your ears as you rode him. “You’re going to ruin me” he says as you slowed to a stop and laid your head against him, a light sheen of sweat covering the both of you.

You moan lightly as he pulls his cock from you. Your spent body being helped by your best friend from high school. He pulled your panties and sweatpants on, pulling the blanket off of you as your breathing returned to normal. He removed your jackets, placing them on the floor by the bed.

“You’re so fucking good at riding” he tells you. “Just like when we were younger” you give a half chuckle,

“No much changed… I’m still good at everything” you say dazily. Cuddling into his chest as he held you. “So geoboki, what’s our excuse this time, he?”

“We were horny” he whispered in your ear. You giggle lightly before letting yourself drift off in his embrace as he played with your hair. His own eyes getting heavy before finally snoring softly, head on top of yours.

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[audliminal]

It's Just a game, Right? Pt 7

Masterpost

It's just a game, right?

Tim turns his head at the soft their of a grappling hook, and a moment later Steph has joined him on the roof of the building.

"Not much happening tonight, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," Tim responds as he watches traffic pass on the street below. She is right; the night so far has been unusually calm. It's a distinct contrast to last week- it seemed like every night some big villain was pulling out some ridiculous plan or other, but somehow they had all been stopped without serious harm. Of course, there are still plenty of rogues still scurrying around Gotham but there's no murmurs of anything coming from any of the big hitters for the moment.

"You don't sound very sure about that," Steph says, stepping up beside Tim and elbowing him lightly.

"Yeah," Tim answers. A flashy silver car cuts someone off and the resultant horn echoes harshly.

"Okay, you're being weird. What's up?"

Tim shrugs.

"Guess I'm just used to emergencies," Tim shrugs. He knows Steph wouldn't be weird about him bringing up Bernard, but he really doesn't need any of his fellow bats thinking he's compromised or overstressed. God knows he doesn't need anyone else pestering him about getting enough sleep, like he's staying up on purpose.

"Okay..." Steph trails off. "I mean I guess it has been pretty hectic for a while. Takes a bit of time to come down from all that?"

Tim is saved from having to respond by the sound of Oracle cutting into comms.

"Red Robin, Spoiler, looks like a store robbery in progress and you're the closest. Head for the intersection of 25th and Oak."

"Got it," Tim answers and doesn't wait for Steph's response, already halfway through the motion of taking off for the next building.

Pretty soon they're both dropping in on a pair of goons. One of them is aiming their gun directly at a frazzled-looking employee, who doesn't seem interested in putting up a fight.

Two-on-two makes it an incredibly easy fight though, and it's almost over before it begins, with both of them able to sneak up on the distracted thugs as the cashier hurriedly pulls money out of the cash register. Once they're both in position, it's easy enough to grapple, disarm, and restrain them in a flurry of movement, and the criminals never get a chance to even process the arrival of the bats.

"Not today, I think," Steph says as she handcuffs her guy. "Threatening people with guns is a real dick move, y'know?" Tim gets his guy handcuffed and turns to the startled employee.

"Cops on the way yet?" He gets a frantic nod, and Tim surveys the shop as he waits for the sirens. They'll bounce just before the cops get here, but until then, he wants to look around for any signs of something bigger. The two would-be thieves seem too shocked and terrified at the appearance of bats to be proper goons, but they could still be bait, or a distraction of some kind. And the shop itself could theoretically have been targeted. But by the time the sirens are closing in outside, he's not spotted signs of anything sinister.

"Right, the police are almost here, so we're gonna bounce!" Steph announces as Tim walks back towards her. "Tell your boss I said he should give you hazard pay for the night, 'kay?" and then she bounces out the same way they came in. Tim nods once at the employee and then follows.

He changes directions once he's on the rooftops again, though. His phone had buzzed about six times in a row while they were waiting, and that means it's probably Bernard. And he really doesn't want to explain the arg thing to anyone yet.

Once he's far enough away from anyone, he pulls his phone out, and sure enough, he's got six text messages from Bernard.

Dude

Babe, holy shit

Like seriously

This is fucking crazy

Like I cannot believe they replied to us

Us!!!

Attached to the series of texts is a screenshot, and Tim feels the anxiety coalesce into something abruptly solid in his chest.

At first glance, he can't tell what language it's supposed to be. It looks like it might be Romantic in origin, but a couple spellings look almost Slavic in nature, and there's only two and a half lines, which really isn't much to go off of.

It's certainly an interesting development, to say the least. He should be excited. This is a new clue for the mystery, after all.

No way! Tim sends back.

Yeah! U busy? Comes the immediate response. And like, technically the answer is yes, Tim supposed. But Steph literally just pointed out how calm things are tonight, and he can already tell he won't be able to focus, with this news.

"Um," Tim clicks on his comm. "I think I'm gonna call it for tonight."

"Something wrong?" Bruce asks immediately, all gruff-batman-voice.

"No, just- it's slow tonight, and Bernard wants my help with something so I thought, um. If you want me to finish my patrol, I can." He can't help it. Even now, he always kind of feels like he isn't doing enough to be a good vigilante.

"Nah, kid. I think we'll be fine without you." Hood answers, unsurprisingly.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah go make out with your boyfriend or whatever."

Tim smiles at Hood's usual ribbing. He's almost gotten used to it; mostly he can keep himself from blushing too violently when anyone teases him about Bernard.

"Okay. I'll make sure to get my report submitted by eight, promise." Tim is already en route to the nearest safehouse where he can change out of the suit, when he remembers he hasn't responded to Bernard yet.

Heading home rn. My place or yours? He hits send and then takes off once more. Excited to see his boyfriend, and determined to work through the newest puzzle.

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The Chavs and the Chav-Nots

"Look, Heidi, I know this sounds crazy, but trust me, it's going to work. The plan is solid. I take the Chav juice I invented, and bam I'm a chav for 24 hours. A full day to go undercover as the ultimate chav bitch. I'll be just like them, blending right in with those girls who make our lives hell. I know you're worried, but it's our only shot. We’ll get the dirt we need to stop them.

Here’s the thing, though, once I drink it, I won’t remember being me. I’ll be all in, completely believing I’ve always been a chav. I might not even go by the name of Jess anymore. And that means… I might come after you too. I might bully you just like they do. But you have to remember, it’s not really me.

When the 24 hours are up, I’ll be back to normal, and we’ll have everything we need. It'll be tough, but it’s worth it. We’re so close to turning the tables on them, Heidi. This is our chance. Just hold on for one day, okay? Ok here goes nothing."

"What the hell am I wearing? I must have blacked out from all the partying and stole your loser clothes. Thankfully even in these fucking shit outfit and virgin glasses I’m still a fuckin’ knockout.

I need to get out of here before someone actually sees me with you. Do you know what that would do to my rep? Being seen with someone like you? Ugh, it's disgusting just thinking about it.

Honestly, I don't even know why you even go to school. It's not like anyone actually likes you. You're just this sad, clingy little parasite, always hanging on, hoping someone will notice you. Spoiler alert, they don’t. You're invisible. You’re fuckin’ nothing, not like me.

Ugh I feel like your ugliness will rub off on me if I stick around any longer. I need some new sexier clothes. Out of the way fugly and if I see you again you’ll wish you were never born.”

"Heidi… oh my God, I’m so sorry. I remember everything. All the horrible things I said to you as Jessi… that’s what I… I mean she, calls herself. It’s like I was trapped inside my own head, watching it all happen. I felt every nasty mean thing she did. I didn’t mean any of it, I swear.

Thankfully I got a lot of juicy dirt on those evil bitches but you’re not going to like this…. I need to become Jessi again. They opened up a lot to her but I could tell they were still wary of her. I just need to spend more time with them and do what they do and gain their trust.

Thankfully Jessi bought some new clothes while she was in control. I know they are slutty and revealing but they are they perfect to fit in with them. Jessi is a perfect chav.

Of course it helped that the juice transformed my body too. I didn’t expect the big tits, the fake tan, the blonde ponytail, or the press on nails but it certainly helps sell the look. I even think some of the chavs are jealous of Jessi.

And, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it was kind of… nice? I mean, not the whole ‘being a complete bitch’ part, but having them be jealous you know? Anyway I better go get changed into my ‘Jessi’ clothes. Sorry in advance.”

“I thought I told you I’d beat the shit out of you if I saw you again loser. What are you even doing at this party, it’s only for hot studs and bad bitches like us, isn’t that right girls?

This is the fuckin’ train wreck I was telling you about girls. Oh you know her? Yeah I guess she is hard to miss, like a wart on a diseased foot. God, just look at her. Honestly, Heidi, you’re a joke. I mean, who even lets you out of the house looking like that? Where’d you get those clothes? A charity shop? They’re so tragic. And that hair… yikes. Ever heard of shampoo?

She’s starting to make me gag girls. Kayla, kick this bitch out will you, I don’t want her putting me off fuckin’ Derek later. So long dork.”

"Heidi, I’m sorry… again. I know I was awful, but you have to understand, I got even more dirt on those girls. We’re so close to taking them down for good!

Did I have sex with Derek? As in Delinquent Derek the hardest guy on the estates? No… I don’t so? I mean it’s all a little blurry, Jessi was drinking a lot. I only have patches of the night but I’m sure she didn’t. He was texting my phone this morning calling me a bad bitch so I’m sure she told him off.

Oh these hoop earrings? Yeah they’re Jessi’s but I find it’s an easier transition to being her if I’m already wearing some of her stuff. Sure her body fits everything so much better but she’s likely to question everything less if she’s ready to go. Plus I kind of like the way the look on me, they’re sort of sexy don’t you think? Do you think should wear more makeup? Then again what would you know? Anyway I better go get ready for Jessi.”

"Aww, look at you, Heidi, crying like a little baby. What, did I hurt your feelings? Pathetic. You should be used to it by now. You’re so weak it makes my stomach turn.

I’ll let you in on little secret though. I know all about Jess, my loser alter ego. The more she’s transformed into me the more of her memories have slipped into my mind. The more control I’ve taken. Her smarts have let me take over the gang. They are all dumb sluts so it was easy to manipulate them into making me their leader.

But it’s a two way street. I’m sure you’ve noticed Jess has become a little bit meaner, a little bit hotter, and a little bit vainer. All thanks to yours truly. Poor little Jess thought she could control me, use me like some tool to get her way. But she didn’t realize how strong I am.

Just a few more times, and Jess won’t exist anymore. She’ll be gone, and it’ll be just me, Jessi. Forever. And you? You’ll be stuck dealing with the real me, the one who doesn’t give a fuck about you or your pathetic tears. I love being an evil chav bitch and soon Jess will too.

But don’t you go getting any ideas about telling her what I’m up to. I’ve got her dosing on juice everyday but she could still reject me and try and go cold turkey if she’s convinced, so this will be our little secret.”

"Heidi, what are you talking about? Jessi’s plan? Jessi doesn’t have a plan, she doesn’t even know about me. You’re just overreacting. I’m in control here, not Jessi. I know what I’m doing.

You’re just jealous because the juice has had some delicious side effects, like making me fuckin’ tasty. I’ve had to wear all the clothes Jessi bought because they’re the only things that now fit me. The fake tan, nails and makeup is just to compliment it all.

Or maybe you’re just jealous because the Chavs have stopped bullying me entirely. In fact they kind of fear me. Maybe that’s what’s really bothering you. You liked it better when I was just plain old Jess, right? Anything to draw attention away from you.

And come on, Jessi taking over? That’s absurd. I know who I am. I’m still me. Kind. Smart. Caring. And sexy as fuck. Maybe I’m just... improving a little, that’s all. What’s wrong with that? You can’t handle the fact that I’m finally stepping out of my shell.

Honestly, Heidi, you’re starting to sound like a paranoid freak. You’re just trying to hold me back because you’re afraid of being left behind. Maybe you’re the one who needs to change, to toughen up a bit. Ever think about that? Anyway I have better places to be now.”

“Well, well, Heidi. Look at you. I didn’t think you had it in you to try and tell Jess about my plan. Gotta say, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you had a backbone. But that’s why I had the girls tie you up and bring you to me.

See, I’m so close to making sure Jess is gone for good, and I can’t let you derail my plans. You’ve always been such a little thorn in my side, but something Jess said to you made me think that maybe I could get your pushiness to work in my favour. Maybe it’s time YOU changed.

Open up, Heidi. You’re about to get a taste of what real power feels like. Just a little modified Chav juice, enough to see things my way. Thanks to Jess’ brilliant mind I’ve adapted it to make you into everything I need you to be. Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be. It’s time for you to join the winning side.”

"You know I wasn’t sure at first that your idea of you imbedding yourself in with Jessi was such a good idea, especially because she really seemed to hate your guts but these past few days I’ve seen flashes of you and her hanging out and you’re as thick as thieves. You’re very convincing. It helps you’re started dressing like all the other Chavs too. Don’t get me wrong, you look proper fit now babes. I mean… you fit in so well with Jessi and her crew!

Speaking of which I’m so glad you’ve changed your mind about me taking the juice, you get that it’s only going to be a few times more and then it’ll be over. I wasn’t sure you’d see things my way, but now you’re being so supportive, so encouraging. It makes this whole thing feel so much easier.

And I have to admit… I do enjoy being Jessi sometimes. She’s so fuckin’ hawt and nasty. A proper slag. Oh sorry about that, she slips out out from time to time. A lot more recently. It just feels so freeing to not have to worry about anything. She’s a real bitch and gets what she wants. As she should!

Shit I was going to wait a few hours but what harm could it be to take some juice now? Thanks Heidi you’re so supportive. But you know what first? Let’s you and I get dolled up so when Jessi takes over she’s ready to go with her ‘bestie’.”

“Mmmm yesss that did it. I can feel the last of that loser is out of my system. I have to hand it to you babes, this would have taken weeks to do if I didn’t have you by my side. I always knew you had potential, but damn, you’ve become the loyal bitch I needed. Together, we’re going to run the school, no doubt about it.

Funny how Jess tried to go undercover with the chavs and what brought her down was me her better half infiltrating her world with you as my perfect hawt weapon.

And as for me… just look at me. I’m the perfect chav now. In fact I’m the fuckin’ chav Queen! Shedding that weakling Jess was the best thing I could have done. I’m everything she could never be.

But you, you’re my best creation. A slutty bestie who is unwavering loyal and a fuckin’ stunner to boot. Mmmm the trouble we are going to get up to is making me so wet.

After I dosed all the other girls with anti-chav I needed to start building a better gang anyway. They were just posers compared to us. It’s going to be so much fun converting the other nerds into chav babes and bullying our old enemies.

We’re the Chavs now and their just the chav-nots.”

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Renter Problems 3

yandere!celebrity x fem!reader

Synopsis: You're trying to find a place near your university to stay, and you've managed to find a mansion owned by a celebrity to live in. His name is Jacob, and you've known him since middle school as the arrogant douche who occasionally spread rumours about you. He's blown up recently as the new, hot celebrity thanks to the movie he's starred in, though, while you're just struggling to pass by. For an unknown reason, he's obsessed with the idea of you being his girlfriend, and after you announce you will be moving out, he decides to imprison you in his house. You learn he's even more abusive than ever, especially with his new influence. Details: Physical and verbal abuse, NSFW, manipulation, fem reader, kidnapping, non-con, oral Warning: NSFW, Non-Con

"I'm back!" A voice that sends terror to your nerves calls up towards the bedroom. He sounds happy... energized, even. It causes you to relax your tense muscles.

Your face is sticky with dried tears, and fresh tears on top of that. You're starving, and you've had to go drink water from the bathroom sink just so you wouldn't dehydrate. Your voice feels gone and you were too scared to try and escape with the threat of an alarm.

So pathetic. You might just be letting this happen to you. You might like this after all, being a victim.

No, no. Keep strong.

You shake your head of the dangerous thought. The betrayal of your own mind.

You tried, you did try. The door. You tried knocking it down so many times. But it was solid and felt like a 3 meter thick stone block.

He unlocks the door. He walks towards you.

Please. Please don't.

"I'm so fucking exhausted, shit." He sits down on the edge bed next to you and lies back.

You flinch away. Your empty stomach sinks five meters and you regret flinching from him. He could get angry again, and he might-

He glances at your cowering body from the corner of his eye. You weren't scared then, so why so scared now? Can't you see he's trying to be nice? It irks him, truthfully. He's not a fucking monster for God's sake.

"So, you're not going to ask me about my tiring day at work?"

"Why are you doing this." You ask him, your words flat to the wall as you gaze at the small bumps of the dried white paint to avoid looking at him, heart hammering.

Jacob could just ignore that. He could shut you up, train you. But he's a nice guy. He's chill, he's a sweetheart. He's a harmless flirt! (That's how the latest news articles had described him as. How could anyone not fall at their knees?

"Because I like you." He replies. And it's a truth of sorts. He does like your body. He likes how you look, and your voice. He doesn't like how you act as of late though, like a pretentious whore.

"Jacob, please, I don't like you in that way. I have... I have a life, I have plans. I- I have to go to college in a few months, please!" You cry out, losing all composure.

He laughs out loudly at your cries. "Y/n, what life? Your own parents don't even think of you as their child, you have no friends, and you have no house!"

He sits up and roughly grabs your face.

"Stop. Whining."

His hands feel tight around your jaw, like he could crush it. His hold on you forces your lips to pout slightly and you feel humiliated.

He quickly lets go and gently pats you on the back, like he's cheering up a sad child or something.

"Sorry," He says after a bit of quiet. "I just feel like you could at least pretend to care."

Insane. That's the only word that comes to your mind. He's insane and nobody except you knows. Your friends at their fancy university, they don't know, your parents, they don't know, no one knows.

You stare back at him. His wavy hair sits slightly messed from his tantrum, his doe-like eyes that dig into your own. It's deceptively sweet and trustworthy. But he also had a darker side to him, you could feel it, not from the way he sat, or analyzed his every surrounding, not even his need to control everything. No, no, it was an instinctive scream that rang echos in your soul to run away. He was not a sweet boy, he was a dangerous man, and you needed to get away. In fact, he'd never been a sweet boy. At best, a playground bully. Appearances were deceiving, and that gave you chills.

Is that why he had imprisoned you like this? Because you had broken free of his control? Then perhaps you could free yourself by aligning back with his wants, whatever that was. You could pretend. You could pretend to be his girlfriend.

"Umm... So you had a long day?" You try. You're fearful for a negative reaction.

But almost immediately, his face brightens up.

"Yeah, I had to film 3 interviews today and everyone was fucking disgusting. They're so fake, I could see right through them. Every one of them, they're hideous." He rants, as he comes closer to you slowly.

"Unlike you, you're breathtakingly perfect." He winks at you.

He reaches over to hold your hand and you let him. You have no energy, really.

"Y/n, I have so much stress pent up inside me." He tells you. His eyes brush your body in a way that makes you feel like throwing up. Throwing up what, you don't know, because you haven't had food in almost a day.

"You do?" You ask slowly, unsure what he means by that.

A cord of tense atmosphere wraps itself onto both of you, and it holds you two there. The air feels thick.

"Yeah, I mean, I just really need to release the stress."

He spreads his legs just slightly, and your heart stops at what he's suggesting. His jeans have a bulge in it, that wasn't there this morning.

As you sit on the edge of the bed with your legs tucked in under you, you feel a sweat arising from the deepest core of your body, the type that forces you to run. To run away from this.

But you can't.

"No- please- Jacob, no, please, I'm a virgin," You back away into the headboard as you begin to sob.

He comes closer to you and you want to puke. Really.

"I thought you cared about me. I thought we agreed that in order for this relationship to work we need to care about each other?" He demands.

Your stomach grumbles. Jacob smiles at this, having already planned everything.

"You're hungry right? You haven't eaten at all? I got food and it's downstairs." He says.

"Yeah- yeah I'm hungry." You reply, shaking.

"Then, do this for me and I'll let you eat." He holds your handcuffs and drags you close to himself.

You freak and you thrash, trying to get away, but he holds onto your tied wrists tight. "Jacob, please, I'm so scared, I don't want to do this. It's too early." You beg him.

"You're a virgin?" He asks, and you're confused. You already told him, so why's he interrogating you like this?

"Yes." You respond, hesitant.

"Ok, doesn't matter, you'll still be one at the end." He says, in a relaxed tone. You're left to ponder what he means by that. It's a contradicting statement, to have sex and still be a virgin.

Jacob sees your confusion and smirks. "What, like you've never heard of being a blowjob?" He says mockingly. "Get down on the floor."

You gasp at his crude words and try to shrink away, off the bed.

"Kneel down, or I'm going to cut your fucking finger off." He threatens. His threat still fresh in your mind, you force your own body to move down onto the floor.

He releases the hold on your handcuffs and you kneel down on the floor. It forces you to look up at his open legs.Jacob undos his black leather belt.

"Now, pull my zipper down." He orders, hand on your shoulder.

You try to, with your cuffed hands, but it won't work. The hands which are bound render you incapable of unzipping his pants.

"Jacob-" You begin.

"You have a mouth, right?" He interrupts you with a patronizing smile.

The absolute humiliation of this, the way he treats you like an animal leaves you furious. His sincere suggestion of you to kneel and use your teeth to undress him. You still do it though, because what choice do you truly have? You lean your face into the intersection of his pants and hold your breath in fear. You take his pant zipper in between your teeth and drag it down, like a dog. His underwear looks like it'll burst, and maybe he knows that, because he quickly pushes it down to reveal his hard-on. His dick slaps his lower abdomen from the release of the constricting fabric. It's almost painfully red at the tip.

It's big, and maybe scary isn't the right word to utilize in describing this scene in front of you, but all you feel is white-hot fear.

"Well?" He asks.

"I don't know how." You tell him.

"Just put your mouth on it, no teeth." He replies.

But you just can't force yourself to do it. You shake your head no and tears well up in your waterline again. Jacob smiles, in a knowing way, and he reaches over to the nightstand drawer. You freeze and analyze every microscopic movement of his body. He opens the top drawer while still holding onto your hair, tight.

Jacob didn't really want to do this to you. Well, maybe just a little. Okay, he wanted to do this a lot.

He grabs a sharp knife and puts it to your neck. However small, it's still a blade, which causes you to instinctively jolt. You scream and try to move your neck away.

"Do you really want to do that?" He asks, still having your hair in a strong grasp. "One wrong move and it cuts into a very important vein."

You must think he's so sick. What would you do if you knew he was getting turned on from this? That's why he loved you so much, you were the only person he could really do this to. You were a nobody from his past, but you were a nobody from his past.

"Jacob please, please, I'm not ready." You let out a sob, as the blade broke the soft skin of your neck. Your body shakes in terror.

You feel your breathes quicken and your chest tightens up. Jacob notices how your small body is heaving rapidly, and his gaze softens, a little.He lifts off some pressure from the knife and pushes your head onto his cock. You're tired, you're starving, you might die. Your fogged-up brain lets your body be lead like a marionette as you let his tip press into your plush red lips you don't fight back.

"Suck it with your tongue." He orders.

And you do, you cautiously lick the tip of his length with a few swirls, tasting him. It's repulsive.

"Oh fuck." He moans, throwing his head back slightly.

So he likes that.

You hope he'll be happy with your tentative licking, but he becomes greedier and greedier with each second. He pushes himself deeper into your mouth until you start to gag and cough. The foreign object in your throat keeps you from breathing and you desperately want to throw it up. But his hands have a strong hold on your head.

"Oh god, yeah, oh, you're doing so good- oh, baby, you-you sure it's your first time?" He moans out, panting and he begins to thrust himself in shallow ins and outs.

He doesn't expect an answer, this is all his fantasy after all.

You press on his legs to push him off, and he finally removes his cock. You lump over and you cough. He forces back into your mouth after a few quick breathes though, he's searching for his release and it's coming soon. Tears are just a part of your appearance now, as he thrusts into your throat you can feel your mind going somewhere else.

He starts to become rougher and his legs tense.

"Fuck, shit, oh fucking fuck!" His face is in bliss, a contrast to your own.

He goes deeper and faster and he manages to make out one last sentence.

"Swallow, don't you dare spit it out."

A thick, hot, but salty liquid floods your mouth, and you wince at the gross substance that coats your tongue, but you brace yourself and swallow.

Jacob stares at you and pats your head, as if that makes up for it.

You collapse of exhaustion on the floor and Jacob gets up to change into his sweatpants first. Then he puts the knife away and brushes his hair slightly.

Finally, he scoops you up, and sees that you're unconscious. You look tired but peaceful, like a fairy, or a dying angel. Your eyes are closed as your lashes curve just a little bit upwards, your lips in a relaxed position. Your skin is radiant, and Jacob finds himself smiling at your beauty.

He gently puts you on his bed, and covers you with a thick blanket.

"Sleep well. I'll get you breakfast tomorrow, I promise."

If you enjoyed this, you might enjoy the rough draft version on wattpad. Yes, I know, wattpad stories suck, but that's the place it's at for all the public to see. There are far more chapters, so I just wanted to let anyone curious know, since re-editing these chapters take some time.

[jukesjoint]

Hi sweet can i request something about sleeping with jordan? like if they would be big or little spoon, if they snore... i bet they murmurs when you leave their arms and smile when see you peacefuly sleeping ❤️‍🩹 I saw someone saying on twt that there is a glimpse of Jordan with his leg over Marie's body when they wake up together and I'm still thinking about it damn 🥴

When You Sleep !!

iiiiii REMEMBER THIS!! EP 5 i rewatched that scene so many times im pretty sure my cia agent was concerned so glad u sent this in hope u enjoy! (y/p stands for your pronouns ☺️) ‹𝟥

⋆ Contrary to popular belief, Jordan is both a little spoon and a big spoon.

⋆ When you guys are cuddling, they like to make sure your head is in between their shoulder blade and neck. Having you as close as possible was always a must for Jordan.

⋆ The pair of you like to take naps together in either dorm room, planning on sleeping for only 2 hours but then waking up and realising it's three a.m.

⋆ It's funny actually, you'll miss class and then you're both sweaty from all the maneuvering which means you have to take a shower. And what better way to get cleaned properly than having someone there to make sure you got all the right places.

⋆ Jordan likes to have their hand cradling your neck while they sleep. A lot of time you'll feel their hand brushing along the nape of your neck, drawing circles along the hairline. Sometimes it’s fine unconsciously, others is when they’re anxiety is through the roof and they need some grounding.

⋆ Whenever you’re sleeping, Jordan sometimes lays watch just to study you. They actually can’t believe they’ve met someone as divinely perfect as you and it sometimes makes them second guess themselves.

⋆ Jordan doesn’t snore, but they do this thing where it seems like they’ll stop breathing for a second and it scares the living shit out of you that they have to tell you it’s completely normal and they can’t really do anything about it.

⋆ They have full blown conversations in their sleep! One time, you guys were napping and you thought you were dreaming until you turned around to see Jordan just…talking. Like as if they were awake.

⋆ “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” “It wasn’t supposed to go there and now you’ve gone and fucked it all up!” “You’ve ruined the surprise what if (y/p) doesn’t like it anymore ):” AND YOU’LL SEE THE FROWN TOO RIGHT AFTER THEY SAY THAT.

⋆ Their dreams are very vivid and you’ll catch them reenacting whatever the fuck is going on in their heads. It’s nothing ever traumatic, just sweet wholesome dreams that consist of them always wanting to do something for you.

⋆ “Babe, you were talking in your sleep again.” “I was? Fuck! Did I say anything embarrassing?”

⋆ They’re so clingy!!! You’ll wake up from your over extended nap and find your limbs completely tangled up with Jordan’s. And depending on which form they take during that time, like their male form, you’ll find yourself smothered by their whole body.

⋆ Getting up to pee is a workout. Even though Jordan is much smaller than you in their female form, their strength is an unbeatable match. They’ll have their arm secured tightly around your waist and when you try to move it’s rock solid so you’ll just bounce back with a huff.

⋆ Blanket hogger Jordan Li! My god, trying to share a blanket with them is like participating in a tug of war match. You love sleeping with them, so that’s why you always make sure to have your own blanket when you take your nap sessions.

⋆ Jordan smiles in their sleep, A LOT. Like sometimes you think you’re going crazy, but they be cheesing and you always wonder what’s going on in that pretty head of theirs.

⋆ Jordan likes it when you fall asleep first because they want to make sure you’re safe and sound before drifting off. They’re always on high alert before your nap sessions and they sometimes thinks it’s too much, but you always reassure them that you love it badly.

⋆ So, Jordan talking in their sleep. Let’s get back to that. If it’s not full blown sentences, you’ll catch them just softly saying your name over and over again. Like a mantra.

⋆ You’re in class and Jordan has a day off, you’ll get a string of texts telling you to come back to their room when you’re done with classes because they have something prepared. And you walk into their dorm to see a mountain of clouds (it’s a bunch of blankets) on the ground with a makeshift awning.

⋆ “Surprise!” “What’s all this?” “We’re barricading ourselves in my dorm for the entire weekend and you can’t say no.” “Wasn’t going to anyway, baby.”

⋆ You both wear each others clothes before you take a nap because “it makes you feel closer to one another,” you guys are disgustingly cute.

⋆ Jordan in their female form cuddling you is so adorable!!!!! because she has both arms wrapped around you from the back so even if their arm falls asleep they wouldn’t care. She quite literally disappears when she’s behind you.

⋆ Depending on the length of your hair and texture, Jordan would sometimes play with the strands while you sleep (and if you don’t have any hair at all, they’ll just massage your temples and give you head rubs ): I’m choking).

⋆ Jordan moves a lot in their sleep. When you both started your nap sessions, they were hesitant because they hope that didn’t bother you. After you guys woke up, he asked if it did and you looked at him confused like ??? What the fuck are you talking about?

⋆ “So I didn’t move at all?” “Jordan, what? We were in the same position for 2 hours.” And alarm bells go off in their head like !!!!!!! you’re my cure!!!!

⋆ Since your naps span on for hours, you’ll both wake up thirsty and sweaty, prompting them to dive into their mini fridge to get you both cold water bottles.

⋆ Jordan doesn’t like the pillows you have because they said that it’s not as comfortable as it is laying on you. So when they’re the little spoon and the nap session is happening in your dorm, you are their human body pillow!!!

⋆ And when they’re the big spoon, they just bring their own pillows lol.

⋆ Nap sessions have become tradition with you both since you’re both always so sleepy. Jordan never passes up the opportunity to be able to nap with you, it’s a different level of intimacy that Jordan isn’t used to.

⋆ You make them crave domesticity, so the naps give them a semblance of that. You are their home and they feel comfortable being able to sleep however when it’s with you.

[writing-whenever-whatever]

We’ll be ok sweetheart- thought we’d do it before the end of the world 

Eddie Munson x reader 

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8. Part 9

Masterlist 

Summary : after your nightmare experience in the upside down you’re determined to make Eddie and your relationship matter you want it to mean something to take your anxiety and fear away as you prepare for the final battle 

Warning : MDNI 18+, p in v sex, biting, kisses, praise, teasing, quickie, hair pulling, creampie, hickeys, love, anxiety, fear

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It’s still dark when I wake up me and Eddie are both settled in the leaves under a gathering of trees and his jacket laying over me like a blanket as his arms are wrapped around my waist I can’t help let out a small, satisfied harm as I nuzzle into him gently trying to get as close as possible “ stop moving “ he grumbles sleepily pulling me closer to him making me giggle 

“ you make me feel safe” I rest my head on his chest as he places a kiss on my head “ you feeling ok princess “ he looks down at me with hooded eyes “I’m ok still a little shook up” he nods a sigh escaping him “where are the others” I ask looking up at him a few leaves rustling as I love my head “ they went back to wheelers for now “ he replies looking at me “ but they will be back soon I promise “ he reassures me holding me against his soft chest his heart beat thrums in my ear calming me further as I  rest my eyes “ I love you Eds don’t forget that” I mutter quietly “ I love you too “ he smiles 

“ why so sentimental?” He chuckled looking at me “ I just wanted to let you know” I smile my face still full of concern and slightly paler than usual “ if I die I want you to know that” I sigh as he frowns at me “ hey don’t say such a thing” he hisses through gritted teeth “ I’m sorry I’m only saying “ I sigh as he shakes his head “ no that’s enough of that” he tuts “ no more of that little missy” i nod looking at him “ sorry Eds” I kiss his cheek gently as he cuddles me staying in the leaves off the radar of society. 

“Y/n” he looks down at me “ I promise to be with you in every life” he strokes my cheek gently holding me as we start to hear footsteps coming closer towards us crunching in the fallen leaves.

I glance up looking across tge woodland to see Dustin and the others trampling over to us “ oh thank fuck” Dustin says walking towards us taking a seat on a log “ we’ve got a plan we’re going to go get weapons and get prepared then our battle will begin” he rambles as I shake my head “ what” I stutter looking at the boy completely confused “ oh yeh let me explain it in simple terms” Steve pushes infront “ we’re going to get guns find vecnas lair and kill him” he crouches infront us “ he’ll be gone once and for all no longer able to toucher any of us” he smiles timidly “ sounds like a pretty solid plan” Eddie smirks “ but where will we get guns and weaponry from” I look up at them sitting up a bit more 

“ oh come on princess you know plenty of places” Eddie scoffs at me “ your brothers have plenty of weapons” he adds looking at me as a shiver travels through me “ are you seriously thinking of the war zone are you crazy” I look up at him my hand hitting his arm “ that place is full of cops, crazies and weirdos if we go there we’re gonna get caught Eds ” I snap looming over him slightly as I stand up “ but it’s got everything we will need y/n we can stay out of sight, they will go in” he points at the others as I look at them I see Steve nodding enthusiastically “ fine but we’re gonna need a way to get there” I huff blowing a stray haircut my face as Eddie jumps to his feet wrapping his arm around my waist “ don’t worry baby that’s my speciality” he winks teasingly at me making me grown as we start walking out into the middle of no where. 

We make it to the trailer park where we see the motor home that’s usually parked out the back the place is owned by two anger hicks who are sat outside drinking beer and smoking god knows what as all ways. It’s no surprise how easy it is to get inside the door left unlocked as we all manage to sneak in Eddie slumps into the driving seat quickly working his hands on the wires to finally get it started.

While him and the others are busy up front trying to get the engine working without being noticed I sit up back next to max I place my hand in hers gently “ guess we’re both in the same boat now “ i smile down at her as she lets out a small laugh “ guess so” she replies resting her head on my shoulder “ I know this sounds dumb but what was it like for you” I ask her hands tremble slightly “ everything was red and strangely fleshy bits of house was everywhere as I ran to escape I could see out world but kept being dragged back into this darkness” 

she looks at me “ yours?” I let out a sigh “ I kept hearing him calling me asking me to go to him while in the upside down then when I jumped through the gate every went black I was falling forever till his hands grabbed me I could feel him so close to me his breathing down my back “ I shiver at the thought she suddenly hugs me tightly “ we’re gonna be ok now though” she smiles as I hug her back “ yeh I know” I reassure her as she puts her headphones back on and continues to listen to her song as the motorhome suddenly starts to wiz off down the road Eddie rushes towards the back “ everyone hold on” he laughs crazily making me giggle as I look at his wild hair fly around his face he looks back at me with the widest smile as if to say everything is alright. 

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I sit back watching the trees pass the window as Eddie pushes next to me his head resting on my shoulder “ what you thinking of sweet heart “ his voice is heavy in my ears “ remember all the trips we used to have with the boys” I look back at him his hair tickling my face as he smiles “ they were fun do you remember when Gareth threw up out the window cause he drank to much” her both sit thier giggling remembering all these little things that can only make us smile as we finally pull up at the war zone both me and Eddie move down onto the floor hiding out if eyes view as everyone exits the vehicle entering the building. 

“ Eddie” I look at him “ we have little bit of time alone” I move into his lap “ think we could squeeze in a quickie” I run my hand over the back of his neck my fingers knotting into his hair “ hmm baby I’m not sure they may be quicker than we think” he sighs quietly “ please “ I look at him with big doughy eyes as I pepper kisses along his neck a low growl erupts from his throat “ fuck it” he smirks quickly pulling up my skirt and undoing his trousers and boxers releasing his hard cock. 

I lower myself down onto him slowly letting my cunt stretch around his throbbing girth I can’t help but let out a loud desperate moan   Eddie quickly pulls my head into his shoulder “ bite down if your gonna be that loud sugar your gonna get us caught~” he groans thrusting himself up into me “ fuck~” I pant quickly meeting his vigorous thrusts with my own bouncing as his pubic bone grinds against my clit I feel my legs trembling his hands grab my hips guiding me more his lips quickly crashing into mine “ fuck I love you~” I moan drool dripping down my chin his tongue quickly licking it up “ so messy~” he teases as he feels me squeeze around him my eyes starting to glaze over with a euphoric fucked out expression as everything crashes my wave of orgasm drifting through me causing my body to quiver and tremble in eddies embrace as he continues to fuck my through it chasing his release finally finding it as he cums deep inside of my his gluteal grunts and erotic thrusts causing another wave to clash into me unexpectedly causing me to let out a scream of pleasure as he bites down on my neck leaving a vibrant purple mark for all to see. 

We stay there holding each other for a while his hand stroking my hair soothing every tremor in my body before pulling out his cum comes dripping out of me but he’s quick to push it back into me using his finger letting out a small tut “ ah ah” he smirks up at me as I clench onto his fingers “ you drive me mad sweetheart “ he chuckles bring  me back into a passionate kiss before pulling my underwear back up and quickly tucking his softening cock back into his jeans. 

“ record time” I giggle resting my head in his chest “ you know it baby” he kisses my fore head holding me in his arms “ thought we’d do it before the end of the world comes and all” he looks down at me shaking his head slightly I expect him to say something but he stays quiet just holding me in his tight embrace till the others return with bags of guns and grenades and what ever weapon i could dream of. 

“ god you were right y/n that place is full of some weirdos” Steve says climbing into the divers seat quickly driving off “ you might wanna stay down” Dustin says looking at me and Eddie “ Jason was in their he seemed quite interested in Nancy and us hell fire lot “ I shiver at the thought laying further down to the floor “ good idea “ Eddie looks at me copying my actions.

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Steve drives for a few miles till we enter an empty field where we set up base he parks up and everyone exits the car but me I sit in it for a minute thinking “ y/n you coming out” Nancy asks me her eyebrows furrowed in concern “ yeh give me a sec” I smile sweetly as she walks to me taking a seat next to me “ everything ok” she asks as i try my best to nod keeping a fake smile on my face “ I can tell you’re lying” she sighs taking my hand in hers “ what’s wrong “ she asks “ Nancy if I die please make sure you guys look after Eddie “ I blurt out “ you’re not gonna die” she sighs a timid laugh leaves her “ you can’t be sure of that I just have this bad feeling” tears start to fall down my cheeks “ please just promise me” I look down “ fine I promise “ she sighs squeezing my hand gently before pulling me up from my seat “ come on we have a fight to prepare for” she passes me a pair of cargos to put on in replace of my skirt after I quickly change she pulls me out of the van to see Eddie and Dustin play fighting like kids again I can’t help but smile at the sight.

“Isn’t it sweet” robin looks at me “ Eddie would be a great dad” I stare looking over at him as he pins Dustin to the floor laughing “ he’s always been this father roll to the hell fire group “ I sit next to her helping her and Steve fill the bottles with fuel “ listen I heard what you said to nance” Steve looks at me “ you need to stay positive y/n negativity is how he gets you” Steve lectures making me giggle “ goodness me, me getting lectured by king Stevie Harrington my dreams have come true” I fall into fits of giggles as he pushes me over “ ok shut up” he frowns looking down at me before letting out a chuckle. 

“ you know you’re not all that bad” I smile looking at everyone “ never had I of thought about any of this happening but here we are and I’m glad to say I’m doing it with you lot” “ ok babes don’t get all soppy on me your gonna set me off” Eddie stands up pretending to wipe away a tear as I stand up and tackle him back down to the floor making him cackle as I stare into his face taking in every freckle, line and mark into memory “ beautiful “ I mumble under my breath quickly rolling next to him staring up at the blue sky “ what was that” he smirks teasingly sniggering to himself “ nothing” I smile innocently just watching the clouds drift through the sky till everything is ready and in order.

[pomegranate-fawn]

Weekly update: ughhhhh

This week was rlly blehhhhhh and horrible. I was just in a huge rut this week idk I’m just hoping this upcoming week is better. I got to see my gf yesterday which did help a lot but god I rlly hate having bpd sometimes I’ll feel like queen of the world before I crash horribly…anyways let’s talk about this weeeeeek.

I spent a LOT of this week in bed, not only was I really depressed but my period started so I was just not having a good time. But despite my sorrows my cats spent nearly every second of everyday with me. Specifically lying on top of me. Sasha, the black cat, normally doesn’t purr. Just isn’t her thing, but this whole week she’d climb on me and just…purr. It was so fucking cute and sweet I cried while she did it multiple times and she laid with me…so did Willow, my darling calico. Sasha normally stays by my side and follows me around the house, Willow is more likely to just lay down and sleep all day. I like to think that she really enjoyed napping on me…

Last week I mentioned my amazing anniversary with my gf and I want to bring that up again to show off some of the stuff she got me!!! She drew my cats as MEOWLS, a hybrid of cats and owls. They are like my niche obsession, all of my friends know about them and I have even posted them a few times on here, I really love my meowls. She drew them but she also gifted me them in little picture frames!!! She also gave me an lps deer cause I’ve talked about wanting tons of lps so I can take aesthetic photos of them with my tea! She didn’t gift me the Towa stand but I’m going through it so I’m using my mentally ill meow meow to try and motivate me to do stuff so he stays on my night stand until I am no longer mentally ill.

Along with suffering this week, I have gotten into one thing…cookie run kingdom. Or rather, I’m back into it. I was an OG player of CRK and stopped playing in 2023, I decided to get back into it cause it just sounded fun. And I’m glad I did, it’s a lot of fun and the designs are super gorgeous. Currently I’m trying to get eternal sugar cookie cause her design is legit so fucking good but I won’t be too disappointed if I don’t get her, cookie run is a great gatcha cause while I love the characters and designs I don’t have the same sadness when I don’t get a character like how I would feel when playing other games. Idk if it’s cause they’re literally cookies or if it’s just something else…but yeah I’m having fun. Look at my girl Black Forest cookie she’s adorable

I stopped writing in my hobonichi briefly this week, three days in a row. I felt really bad about it but I’m trying to soothe my feelings regarding it…I was really not doing well, it wasn’t done out of laziness. I love journaling so I feel bad cause I’m like…I probably would’ve felt better if I did journal but I won’t know since the time passed. All I can do is try to keep up and do better in the upcoming weeks. It’s all I’m capable of…I did a new spread for the upcoming week, so hopefully I can journal this week so I don’t end up dumping every horrible thought online…

I also have a slight update…I haven’t talked about it at length cause I was still working on it but as of rn…my visual novel will be on hiatus. I feel so unsure as to what I’m even trying to fucking write. I know some writers take years to perfect their stories but I feel so far behind, I’m a solid writer but I feel like a failure a lot of the time. So for now, I plan to focus on two main forms of writing. Firstly, I plan to do fanfics. I want to finish my twst x reader series so fucking bad, I’ve been working on it for like over two years, I need to just get it over with. The thing is I LOVE writing it I love the characters I guess I struggle since I don’t always have feelings of attraction I mean rightfully so most of them are literally babies. But maybe if I just make them more platonic like my Riddle fic I can do it. Though I do plan to write for two of my favorite characters next, Cater and Leona, so that’s exciting! I also plan to do a second x reader for Vil cause I fucking love her…I also want to write more nitro chiral fanfics, I definitely plan on doing a Taku x reader but I also plan on doing a Taku x Towa and one with Mink soon! Next…I have ideas for a new solo story. I say solo cause I often collaborate with my gf on works. But considering the fact that many popular and incredible authors just go “I like these guys they’re my oc’s now” I figured I should be able to do the same. I don’t know if it’ll be a series or just a singular novel as of right now but I plan to write a Wlw ya about a evil mage and a woman she meets and falls in love with. High fantasy and tons of drama, it’s gonna be great…I’m working on outlining it today! Well if I can motivate myself to…

Onto music…I am always listening to Malice Mizer, it’s actually an issue. I bring up Mana-Sama so much to my gf (aka the only person I talk to aside from tumblr mutuals) and it’s gotten to the point where she assumes any high femme person I’m showing her is Mana-Sama. I have a shirt with a few iconic horror women on it and she asked if they were VKei boys, it was very funny. Anyways wanted to share one of my favorite songs by Malice Mizer. While the GACKT era was probably their most famous, the short lived Khala era is my favorite. I’m actually forever mourning how short his time as a singer was. I’m glad that Khala is still most likely alive and well but his voice was truly a gift, I wish we had more stuff by him so badly 😭

Also I know Parasite dropped and people are obsessed…but idk I just haven’t been sold on the song yet!!! But I have been rlly into Nowhere, it’s really good. I would complain about Ivan having so many songs if I didn’t love Park Byeonghoon’s voice so much like honestly he can have as many songs as he wants lol

It’s actually fucking criminal that I’ve only highlighted Sheena Ringo on here only like once. While Funeral is my favorite song of hers, I think so much of her stuff is incredible. Her first three albums are actually revolutionary and her newer stuff is great. But I wanted to highlight Shouso Strip. Most likely if you’ve heard her before me, you’ve heard her song, Crime and Punishment, which is from this album. Or you’ve heard Ado’s cover. But I think Honnou-Instinct, is better. Both songs are great though!!!

Wanted to highlight this video by Contrapoints for this week…I was a big Twilight fan back in the day and I even have a replica of Bella’s ring from the first film that I wear everyday and I have a stupid “where the hell have you been, loca?” Shirt. But twilight is heavily flawed and I’m not above watching or joining in the critique of it. This is a very unique video…wasn’t exactly critique nor a celebration, but very unique analysis about Twilight and human sexuality.

[bringbacktim]

Anal? No one's doing anal

I'm having a Jschlatt brainrot rn so expect more imagines than anyone wants , feel free to request anything

Synopsis: schlatt and y/n are putting together a desk , but it sounds inappropriate to Charlie outside the room , he gets worried like any friend would

Warnings:mentions of anal , hurt , sexual intercourse, innuendos, a whole lot of whacky stuff , not proofread or edited

Word count: 806 words

The only things that charlie could hear from the outside of the OTK office/filming room were things that would definitely give him nightmares and make him avoid Schlatt and Y/n for the foreseeable future

Who said I can't put this fucking thing in that hole " schlatt said practically shouting out of anger

"Me ! , for the hundredth time it shouldn't go there no matter how much you ask" his girlfriend answered

"Tell me that doesn't look like it'll fit in there"

"I am not turning around , I know I'm right . Now hurry up before Charlie or Ted get back"

Charlie was torn between making some loud noise and hoping they'd stop whatever they sound like they're doing or running away and never speaking to them again

He did neither out of pure terror and instead pulled out his phone to text Ted to see if this was some skit or some prank they were playing or whether they were actually doing that in the studio where they filmed

'Hey dude, do you know what Y/n and Shclatt are doing in the studio?' He texted simply not bothering to beat around the bush

'Anal by the sounds of it , but I have no clue, didn't want to know to be honest'

Charlie really didn't want the first bit to be true , especially since he was only there to hold one of the cameras while they filmed stuff . He was getting way more than he bargained for

'Gross , don't joke about that or it'll come true' he replied a grimace on his face

'They've been at it for a solid half hour , they should be done soon don't worry man'

'Don't worry man ? You clearly aren't hearing this' charlie scoffed at Ted's audacity

'I escaped with minimal trauma thankfully' he could feel Ted's smugness through the screen

'And you didn't think to take me with you?'

'Didn't know if they wanted you to film it'

'You're disgusting nivison' and with that he put his phone back in his pocket and tried to plan what he was going to do next

"I fucking told you that wouldn't fit, are you done trying yet ?"

"It's going to fit I don't care what you say you god damn bitch"  at that charlie knew he had to do something for the safety of his friends

So he did what anyone would do and knocked on the door rather harshly to make sure he was heard

"Yeah , uh kinda busy" He heard y/n say

"I know you guys are in love , but that's a recording room . Also are you okay ?"

"Yeah fine just pissed at this furniture" schlatt admitted

"Schlatt!" Y/n said scolding him

"Are you both decent? Can I come in?"

"Yeah why wouldn't we be" they both simultaneously spoke

The situation he opened the door to was definitely not what he was expecting, but in a good way

They were just trying to put a new coffee table together to replace the one Schlatt broke in the previous recording

"Oh thank god" Charlie said with a hand over his heart as he breathed a sigh of relief "we thought you were doing anal"

"Anal? No one's doing anal , I'm not allowed to anymore" that comment earned him a firm slap to the chest

"Please stop talking, for my sake" charlie begged

At that charlie showed them the texts him and Ted had sent and they put the pieces together

"Oh charlie I'm so sorry you heard that , we just wanted to surprise you with the new coffee table before the next video" y/n apologised to her friend as her boyfriend loudly laughed next to her

"That's so fucking funny man , how did we not realise" he said wiping a tear from his eye "you look so terrified man" he said still laughing and using Charlie's shoulder as a stabilizer

"Is that why ted left?" Y/n asked shocked that everyone thought they were doing such a thing "this is so embarrassing and it's all your fault" she said pointing at her boyfriend who broke the table in the first place

"You have to admit that it's kinda funny" he said turning to face his girlfriend as Charlie called Ted and told him he can come back

"Charlie has the worst luck when it comes to us" she said sympathy evident in her voice "remember when he walked in on us in Ted's bathroom at that party"

"Be thankful it was him and not Ted" this earned him a middle finger in his direction

"What a wacky day it's been" Ted said entering the room they all were in

"You haven't been here for half of it " charlie accused as they chatted about what to film next

[ganondoodle]

Not gonna lie, the "It looks like a Divine Circle but is actually just hundreds of years of superstition & propaganda"-Concept is the coolest fucking thing I didn't know I needed until ten minutes ago. It's a super cool inversion of the classic trope, opens up a million possibilities for stories and arcs and on top of that, in game, you would obviously not know about it form the beginning but slowly have to collect clues and hints that things are not quite as everyone tells you.

So yeah, very cool concept!

Not directly related, but it's probably no surprise that my favorite Ganondorf line is the "I coveted that Wind"-line from the finale of Wind Waker. He doesn't even go into detail, cause he doesn't have to, this line alone instantly humanizes him. Like, its the end of the game, we are about to fight him, there is no way this will not end in a fight, and yet, at that point, that line, just goes so fucking hard. Because you instantly know what he's talking about, that he simply wanted a future for his people, which, you know, is a very human thing to do. It wont stop us from fighting him here and now, way too much has happened for that, but it reminds us, the audience, that he has motives and reasons and thoughts and is an actual character.

So yeah, in case it's not obvious yet, I too despise the extremely flat "I'm evil because evil, waaaaaaaaagh!" Ganondorf from TOTK. Why even include him if you cant be arsed to actually write him?

Anyways, last thing, I'll have to somewhat disagree on the Gameplay vs Story thing, at least partially because I work in the field and have had experiences with this problem myself. Not saying its impossible to have both, but its a lot more difficult than one would expect.

Towards your point, yes a good story can pull people through a game, but so can strong gameplay. Take the Doom games, I dont really care about their story, but the gameplay is great. On the other hand, the gameplay of the average Telltale game would be incredibly boring without the story behind it. There are hybrids, but even they tend to lean one way or the other: The Assassins Creed or Uncharted Series have solid and fun gameplay, but would probably get repetitive or boring if we didn't have strong characters and stories that keep us interested. And all of that is before you consider that there are different player types that gravitate to one or the other and it gets even more complicated. (There's more to this but I my thoughts on the topic could easily be a full bachelors Thesis, so I'll stop here.)

I should add that I dont think that the gameplay over story (or vice versa) argument can or should be used to defend games or design choices. Yes, Nintendo does prefer to focus on Gameplay over Story. Does that mean we shouldn't expect a good story, or are not allowed to criticize a bad one in their games? Hell no! (And if my previous ask sounded like I was doing that, I apologize, that was NOT what I meant to say! I'll happily critique all of TOTKs flaws, both in gameplay & story, otherwise how can we learn from it?)

This argument can be used to understand and analyze or interpret design decisions but it shouldn't ever be used to defend them. Just like the "just for kids" argument, by using such arguments, the person in question basically admits that they are aware of the weaknesses and faults in their story/game/whatever but didn't fix or improve them. So yeah, I do agree with you on that front 100%, hiding behind such arguments is a problem.

Anyway, sorry for leaving another wall of text in your inbox, hope you're having a nice day!

thank you! that 'cycle' concept is also what destiny (zelda comic) is based on, since it takes place before skyward sword you get to see the set up for it, and, in this story, the gods have been trying to achieve it countless times, throughout the story of it its supposed to slowly be revealed- like demise already knowing some parts since hes yet another 'failed' version of that plan (im reusing that concept for the totk rewrite as well bc i am very original wahoo)

oh you work in that field! thats cool!! yeah my opinion on this sort of thing is very much a thing i formed bc i play games, though i still dream of gamedev, i guess i understood your mention of it a little too much into the dismissive argument way (though not as an attack) and its been repeated so so many times i cant help but get a little >_> at it; the point i was trying to make was more like ... they need to find a balance with it, like you can make it all about gameplay, but then dont pretend you have the most epicest story that ever storied, maybe even do it less or more subtle, like the fromsoft game i feel like are very well balanced in that regard, bc their lore and story is very neat and intertwined, but you have to look and think to get it, and the gameplay is strong on its own so much so that it kinda ends up being both soemthing for people that dont care about lore and those that do, more than about the gameplay

zelda feels like it doesnt quite know what to do (even moreso modern zelda), bc they prioritize the gameplay but then still put in a story that they want understood .. so its like, babiefied? like there is a "simple" story and its few points are repeated into your face over and over and over so the people that dont care to read into soemthing GET IT but also annoy them, bc they dont care anyway, and the people who care about lore/story above gameplay are bored bc the narrative isnt engaging enough and they dont care as much about the gameplay

especially so with totk i think, its so weird, botw wasnt like that imo, it wasnt overly complicated either but at least it left you wondering, and let you think, the more you thought about the more interesting it was (at least to me) totk feels like the opposite, it doesnt want you to think, bc the more you think about it the more it falls apart and makes less sense

like theres types of games that focus HARD on one or the other (like slay the princess for example, its like an interactive audio book, there isnt much gameplay but it goes hard on narrative), so obviously the balance of gameplay and story isnt applicable to every game, but for zelda in particular they say they are one but then still want the other part just as much? like the lore in skyward sword isnt great, the characters are strong though, the gameplay isnt that engaging (to me, since that needs to be said) i got through it mostly just bc i wanted to see what comes next and liked the characters, in botw the freedom and world and gameplay were like nothign i ever experienced, exploring was addictive and the story took a bit of a backseat, but it was fitting for the game and lend itself so well to theorize, in totk they .. idk what the focus was, the .. glue? the toys to glue together? nothing fits together there and each part works against another instead of together, somehow, its so weird to me

the thing is, if you do gameplay over story, you need to roll with it? if thats what it is then let the story take a backseat, make it subtle and in the background or vague, dont stuff the game full of unskippable cutscenes where a character you dont care about explains you a thing you already figured out through the gameplay; like the zelda dragon point, let the design of the dragon and its music, what its carrying speak for itself, the way the deku tree is weirded out by the sword moving, maybe a quick subtle voice line once you get the sword fading away like the last parts of her soul being whispered away- but dont mention it in one of the first cutscenes, fail to bury it in 'thats illegal though and irreversible so nono dont you do it' (why mention it then huh) allude to it multiple times, and then just straight up show it (i get people like the scene but man, it would have been way cooler to figure it out yourself)

same goes for the fake zelda thing, the weird way she said the bloodmoon text already alluded to it, have her show up here and there but vanish before you (no "omg thats zelda omg what is she dooooing") , or go even harder and make her an NPC standing around the world interacting with you all nromally but animals react weirldy to her- make the midfight against her (maybe even that she isnt talking so you are unsure if its actually her but controlled by sth else, or talk all normally while literally going for your throat) and then have her dissolve into goop and woa the bloodmoon thing is without her now the zelda you have been talking to has been fake the whole time, its creepy!! leave out the stupid cutscenes of showing it multiple times!! stop monologing at me!!

ppl that dont care about it can go and do a fight and i can think about it! everyone wins yahoo!

(actually ... if you leave out all the cutscenes in totk i feel like it improves the game by alot ...)

(what my point in the previous thing was in the end that you can repeat the same old trope only so many times without changing anything before it gets boring as hell, like what you said here, and the series seems to really be setting itself on fire bc it just wants to do the trope of old so badly and at some point its gonna drag down even the best of gameplays like gameplay over story means (to me) gameplay is prioritized so whatever narrative there is is in the background, subtle and not overtly in your face with big cutscenes etc- but what i feel like its often supposed to mean is "its fine if theres a shitty story that makes no sense pasted on top bc they prioritize gameplay so stop complaining" like to me what it should mean is more gameplay, less story, a measure of quantity not of quality, but what i feel like it often means is better gameplay, bad story, a measure of quality, not quantity )

maybe my problem lies elsewhere and im just projecting it on gameplay > story, that could very much be the case, i could have a fundamental missunderstanding about this here, im still just a guy with opinions in the end and got no knowledge about anything other than i play games sometimes and these are the things i like and dislike and would do differently *puts my head in my hands*

idk if im making sense, im usually not very good at explaining how i feel or think :/ (or i THINK im bad at it, autism be damned)

(sorry this got so long again ......................)

[ms--lobotomy]

Since you tagged me in this poll I feel the need to answer with my thoughts for all of them. You know, for funsies.

40k Guilliman: pretty good option. He’s (somewhat) mentally stable and has talked it out with you beforehand. Though I am curious on where he acquired primarch-grade bondage equipment. Is that why it was planned months in advance? Was he spending all that time just trying out different kinds of ropes and chains that could hold him like some sort of kinky parody of Fenrir from norse mythology?? Also, he deserves sex that has him relax and not possibly shatter his partner’s pelvis, let that man rest. 8/10.

Corrupted Horus: We all enjoy a very evil and very charismatic man from time to time. And the chaos gods which are currently kinda wearing Horus’ body like a condom are one of the options presented in this poll. But before your mind gets carried away with the fantasy of hot mean DILF, we have to think: He’s still a DILF. And so his taste in music will be that of a Dad. So get ready for him to blast Imagine Dragons while sexily taking his shirt off. You plead for him to strip faster, not because you’re horny but because you hope that when he does so he’ll turn the rock & roll cover of Thunder off and fuck you properly. He won’t. 1/10.

Jaghatai: No words other than those of approval. No thoughts other than those of lust. 9/10.

Ferrus Manus pre-heresy: Not sure why you specified pre-heresy but maybe I don’t have enough imagination for a post-heresy lewding scenario, but I digress. So I feel that the sex wouldn’t be the main draw of the situation here, instead it’s more to do with trying to make a guy feel better about a body part that he wants to peel his metal-skin off of. Ferrus is a dude that has simultaneously given all of his children body dysmorphia (that they try to fix by replacing their body parts with tech) while also wanting to get rid of the most technological part of himself. And he won’t even tell people a direct answer about where he got the technological metal hands from anyway. This man is an enigma and the sex is just a backdrop for the true scenario; which is the Ferrus Manus character exploration that’s going on. So to judge purely by the sex itself it’s a solid 5/10.

Daemon Magnus: This dude will not only do all of what you specified. But he’ll also add Gale from bg3 astral plane type sex into the mix. The only limit is your imagination Babey!!! 11/10 (he may have used his psychic powers to mess with the rating).

Leman Russ: What’s not to love about a big scary man in a collar? What’s not to love about a living war machine getting restrained like they’re a simple animal?? Though him eventually breaking out of it would imply that my skills in Husband husbandry are poor, and that might make me kind of sad. 7/10 (would change it to 8/10 if you also put a muzzle on him)

Pre-Heresy Fulgrim: The number one rule of kink fantasy is that nothing will work out as perfectly as you want it to, something will always go differently than it did in your imagination because, fun fact, your partner is not a mind reader (and even if they were it’s not like they can control every action/reaction they do/have). If you fuck him he will be very very very disappointed in you and will act like a bitch about it. 3/10 (the sex stops midway through because you ruined his expectations too many times).

Rogal Dorn: The way im about to sexualise that middle aged man. Oh boy… well first of all I’ll- [REDACTED BY THE INQUISITION. SUMMONS A DAEMON OF SLAANESH IF THE TEXT IS READ OUT LOUD]. 9.5/10.

30k Corvus Corax: Now while he can’t be perceived, I can. In fact I am very perceivable. Unlike Corvus’ furtive emo outfits my fashion sense consists of wearing the most sparkly and shiny accessories all the time and in very large quantities. I dress as though I’m trying to sound like one of santa’s reindeer or a sentient human windchime. And my penchant to talk very loudly knows no bounds. So combining his extreme stealth with my extreme unstealth gives us the average of The Normal Amount Of Noticeability. Which would get us both arrested for indecent exposure. 0/10 because i don’t want to go to jail.

Sanguinius: also a pretty good option. Though I question how a man who had big issues with being deified by the mortal populace would feel about having his more “angelic” features worshipped. But I’m sure I can make it work. 7.5/10.

In conclusion: the vote goes to Magnus, but if he wasn’t there then Dorn would be attaining the title of “babygirl” real fucking fast.

Time to /finally/ answer some asks. This isn't a knock on you by any means, or anyone who's sent asks. I'm just not very good at it lol

Robby G: Listen. L i s t e n. This man is 1. the type to have a schedule for sex (nothing wrong with that if thats what people are into) and 2. the type to take it in the butt. He deserves it in the butt. Yes, he is a space war criminal. But wouldn't it be nice to put it in him?

Horse: I'm sorry, the image of an Imagine Dragons striptease is... enlightening as to the individual Horus is. He's the dad that hosts the barbecue parties. He's the dad that falls asleep watching TV. Hell, he probably wears Hawaiian shirts. (That last one's got me bricked up. Shit)

Jagh: This one got me. He fucking would be into leather, be it on him or his partner. May write a fic about it in the future. Dead serious

Ferrus: Ok, I'll admit it, this one was self-indulgent for me. Yes, Ferrus is an ass in canon. I also want him so bad, and that also entails helping him through some shit. (It's the "I can fix him" instinct.) Also, if his partner isn't ok with 17 inches, that's understandable. (Also also, I specified pre-Heresy because him coming back headless horseman style is kind of a pipe dream of mine)

Mags: Monsters are hot. Next guy

Russ: This one was a bit of a gift for my Russ fucker friend. You know who you are! And if you're a Russ fucker anyways, please be my friend

Fulgrim: This man has been through so many partners and he still doesn't understand kink very well, bless his heart. He's still gotta make sure everything goes the way he thought it would, otherwise what's even the point? Mm. Maybe he can be put with someone who makes him realize that it doesn't need to be that way.. ;v

Doorknob: Go ahead, sexualize the brick wall man. Put him in a maid dress. He'd like his partner to be a little rough, especially during... ahem. Encounters. Remember the Rogal Dorn position? Maybe not all the time, but fuck, this man needs to take it like his life depends on it.

Corax: Not for everyone, I get it. Especially if your clothes are like that. I applaud your fashion sense, you dress how I've always wanted to. But that fic's still rattling around in my mind. Thank you Raven Lady we all say in unison

Sang: You raise a very good point. I don't know how comfortable he'd be with focus on his more non-human qualities. But it can work. I have faith in you, battle brother.

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18+ He’s The Next One: 4 - F!Reader X L Lawliet

No gendered language is used (Probably). The reader is described as wearing a panties and a skirt.

Wordcount: 5.4k

Contains: Second person POV, NSFT, BDSM vibes, Frottage, Power Imbalance, Vaginal Penetration, Vaginal Fingering, The reader is a serial killer, Dirty Talk, attempted murder (barely), Sub Space, Kink Not Negotiated.

Your situationship with L is built on a solid foundation of two key things; Mistrust, and stalking. So when L leaves to go outside of his own volition of course you follow him. The old-timey, absurdly expensive car he’s driven around in makes it beyond easy to do so, even on foot. All you have to do is ask literally any passerby if they've seen an old rich person car and you get pointed in the right direction.

This method leads you all the way to To-Oh University.

To-Oh is impressive enough, you suppose. It's Known for its output of lawyers and government employees as well as its high bar to be accepted, but you just don’t see what could be in it for L.

You doubt any student, or professor for that matter, could hold the frogs picky attention so what reason could he possibly have to be here?

The only thing L cares about is catching Kira, and Kira is Light Yagami so…

Looking around at the well dressed flock of teenagers filtering in through the front of the building you rapidly sort through and mentally discard anybody with irrelevant traits; Height, build, gender, hair color-

“The entrance exam is starting in ten minutes, so you’d better hurry up!”

He’s probably already inside-

“It’s fine. I planned to get here three minutes before the test. I hate waiting. I’m here too early.”

It’s going to feel so fucking good watching the light, heh, leave his eyes.

Top button comes undone. Skirt is rolled up a notch. You fall in step with him, a calculated, admiring smile gracing your features, “You don’t like to waste time either, huh?”

If elevator eyes were enough to make your hit list you’d be dragging Kira off the path this very moment to turn this animal into goddamn meat...

But then L would have the book thrown at you, and you can be patient.

Theoretically.

You haven’t tried before but other people do it all the time so it’s probably easy.

“There was less foot traffic than I anticipated.” Kira's eyes flick past you and up and you follow his gaze, seeing nothing but feeling your skin prickle with tension for a reason you can't discern.

Unconsciously you take a step closer to Kira, and want to stomp his foot when he smirks. Instead you give him a close lipped smile, cheeky, and nudge his arm with an elbow. “So, what are you going to study, Mr. Impatient?”

“Criminal Law. My father is the Chief of the NPA,” Name-dropping son of a self-righteous old bast-, “I suppose stopping criminals is a legacy for me.” He smiles at you in a way you know is supposed to be disarming, his voice sounding sheepish in a way that’s so fake you have to bring a hand up to your mouth to cover a scowl.

Forcing a giggle you play off the gesture as shyness, “Wow… I knew a lot of important people come from To-Oh but I didn’t realize I’d be meeting any so soon.” You look up at him from under your lashes, a practiced move that’s melted many predators before him and undoubtedly will do the same for many after, “Maybe we’ll be in the same class. It’d be nice to have a friend right off the bat, don’t you think?”

The incredulity in Kira’s expression is almost- Scratch that, is extremely insulting as he asks you, a hint of humor in his voice, “You’re here for the criminal law program?”

If I were a self obsessed man child with a god complex that’s gotten murderous what would I want to hear?

“Sure am!” You make sure your big fake smile reaches your voice, pretending not to notice his condescending tone, “I’m going to become a prosecutor and work my way up to a position as a judge. I’m going to become someone who actually sees to it that criminals get what they deserve. I-” You let out a squeak and wave your hands frantically, adopting an embarrassed affectation as you rapidly speak, “I didn’t mean to ramble! Please forget I said that…”

“Forget it? Why?”

“Well… A lot of people think it’s a bit excessive… Y’know, wanting to see people punished?” You make a point to wilt like the helpless flower he’s labeling you as in his itty bitty mind.

“Well I think it’s admirable.” No shit. “You've seen a problem with society and you’re actually doing something to better not only yourself but the whole world. Or- The whole of Japan I should say.” He rubs the back of his neck at what he likely sees as a minor slip.

And what you see as the blatant projection you were fishing for.

“Exactly!” You need to seem flustered. L’s wide eyes as he leans back and pants out ragged breaths, cum cooling on his skin- That’ll do it. “Maybe we have more in common than our dislike of waiting?”

Kirasmiles, and the calculating way it comes across makes you feel a little nauseated, “It would seem so.”

You’re already at the room the exam is going to take place in and to seal your progress on this target you bump the back of your hand against his, quickly linking his pinky with your own, “I’ll see you at the opening ceremony, Mr. Impatient.” Before all but fluttering away, taking a seat near the back, off to the side.

The security here is kinda shit, you not. You didn’t even have to actually sign up.

The seat you chose is perfect for your needs. You can see L, seeing Kira.

Papers are passed around and the proctor calls for the applicants to start, and with that permission you begin to doodle absentmindedly, filling the page with eyeballs and hands and random objects you can see around the room. It’s around the same time that Kira turns around that you recognize something in the back of L’s posture and lean to the side to see-

L, if you don’t get your nasty ass goddamn grippers off the fucking desk-

Your expression twists in disgust as you stare in open mouthed horror before making eye contact with Kira.

You point at the backs of L’s head and mouth, “Life sentence.”

Kira whips back around to face the front of the classroom so fast you’re surprised you can’t hear his neck crack.

—

You leave before the exam is called, not wanting to confront, or more accurately be confronted by, L in public. Slowing to a stop you look into a store window…

—-

For the betterment of humanity you buy a pack of mens socks.

—

It’s agony waiting for the entrance ceremony, languishing on a plush couch and being brought an endless parade of sweets by an attentive butler, all the while counting down the days until you’ll be close to your target again. But you persevere, your patience staggering, a testament to your unparalleled maturity and poise.

You ball up the paper remnants of a sugar packet and try to toss it into Yagami-san’s tea from across the room.

It plonks off the back of his head and he turns around, shouting, “Will you stop that?!”

“I’ll run out of wrappers eventually if that’s what you’re asking.”

L clears his throat to hide a laugh.

—

“Would you care to join me, M.” You pout, he knows your name but has refused to say it since giving you the moniker, ‘for your safety.’

Jerk.

“Join you?”

“Watari will be driving me to To-Oh university’s entrance ceremony. If you wish to arrive on time it may behoove you to arrive in the car, rather than behind it.”

“... You’re no fun.”

Watari opens the back door for you.

—

You make a point to have Watari drop you off two blocks away from To-Oh, not wanting to be seen arriving with L, and thank the man profusely. This time you don’t sit far in the back, you sit exactly one seat behind L and wait patiently. You're unsurprised when Kira takes the seat next to him, front and center like the Special Boy he is.

You don’t actually pay any attention to the ceremony, utterly indifferent until Kira and someone called Ryuga are called to the stage to give a speech, and Kira and L stand up.

Your frog is a fucking moron, too stupid to know when to play dumb. If he doesn’t do this right he’ll end up on Kira’s radar.

Without thinking about it you start biting your thumbnail, repeatedly nibbling at the very end.

The speech is as blandly inspirational as any other, although you can’t help but want to laugh at both the way L holds his notes and the tone he reads them with. If he weren’t intentionally putting himself in so much danger you’d be ecstatic, laughing your arse off at the show he’s putting on.

But he’s standing next to Kira who’s looking at him like something sticky attached to the bottom of his shoe, like he's subtle, so you bite your nail harder instead.

When the two of them are coming back to their seats you can see L talking to the back of Kira’s head and you want to pick up their vacated folding chairs and throw them.

You bite through the nail. And since you can’t very well spit in public, you swallow. Ew.

Exit strategies, character analysis, mental manipulations, and desperate acts of violence all flit through your mind as you try to think of a way to undo whatever damage L is undoubtedly doing all without knowing the details and you hate this frog, you hate this frog, you hate this frog-

“I want to tell you, I’m L.”

God damn it!

The pause that follows is tense and you hold your breath as you wait to hear what happens next.

“If you are who you say you are, then you have nothing but my respect and admiration.”

Snort.

The sound makes both Kira and L turn around and you quickly pull your phone out, looking at the screen and pretending to have read a text.

L waggles his fingers at you in greeting before continuing his conversation with Kira, as if he’d never been interrupted.

You tune them out, already knowing what needs to be done, everything else is just fat to be trimmed.

You need to kill Kira before he can kill L.

Only you get to kill L.

—

You make a point to stay out of sight when L leaves with Watari, waiting for them to round the corner before you half jog to catch up with Kira.

“Hey! Yagami-kun!” The grin you direct his way is stunning, you know because you’ve practiced it enough times in the mirror, and you hug his arm when you reach him, “I knew for sure you’d get in but I didn’t realize you were, like, an actual genius!”

Kira smiles, brown eyes looking blood red to you as you give his arm a light squeeze before letting go, skin crawling. “I’m glad you had so much confidence in me. Although, I can’t accept being called a genius when I only tied for first place.”

You huff and scrunch up your nose a bit, “I’m gonna go ahead and assume you’ve got more emotional and social intelligence than the weird guy and add it on top. You’re definitely better.” Looking side to side, you make a show of checking that no one is watching before leaning in close to his ear and whispering, “Did you see him put his toes on the desk?”

Kira laughs. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“So, which way are you headed?” You’re at the gates now, intentionally standing slightly too close to the murderous ego maniac.

He points a thumb over his shoulder to the left, “I’m taking the train that way to head home.”

“Me too!" A lie. "Well actually it’s my bus route, but it’s in the same direction. Wanna walk together for a bit?”

“That works for me.”

—

You keep up a string of conversation with the mass murderer, bubbly and babbling as you follow him towards the train station. There’s a bus station next to a cafe about three blocks from the metro, and you know from experience that particular cafe has metal cutlery. So convenient for you, especially since your bags are checked any time you enter or leave HQ.

When you reach the bus station you smile at Kira and tug his sleeve to get him to stop with you, “This is me. Thanks for walking with me.” He smiles back and pats your hand.

“We could make a habit of it, since we’ll be classmates.”

“That sounds great! I’m looking forward to it.” L panting a broken moan into your shoulder as he angles his hips to get just a little deeper- there’s the blush. “I’ll see you in class?”

“Definitely.” He smiles one last time in that way you know he intends to be charming before turning to leave.

The moment Kira rounds the corner you set a brisk pace back the way you came from, passing close by the outdoor dining of the cafe and swiping a cloth napkin from one table and use it to grab a knife from the next. It really is a nice cafe.

You turn to the alley between buildings and make your way through, parallel to the route you know Kira will need to take to reach the station. However as soon as you make it out of the mouth of the alley on the other side and turn to intercept Kira a hand covers your mouth and you are dragged back into it, shoved against the nearest wall, stucco unfortunately, leaving scratches on your cheek.

A second hand grabs your wrist where you’re already maneuvering your knife to stab him and pinches at it oddly, causing your hand to spasm and the cutlery to drop. You thrash against the grip and growl, biting hard into the flesh this scum had the nerve to put so close to your teeth and-

“I’m glad you had the foresight to put something between you and the would-be murder weapon.”

Oh for the love of-

You reach up and tap the back of his hand two times, and L lets go.

“L. What. The. Fuck?”

“I could ask you the same thing... Save for the L. And I’d likely use more robust vocabulary-“

“Save it frog.” You twist your neck so you can look at him, and he blinks in shock. “I wouldn’t be doing this on such short notice if you hadn’t told Kira who you are to his goddamn face.”

“I have taken all the necessary precautions before making contact, and you shouldn't be doing this,” he kicks the knife further down the alley, “At all.”

He… He actually sounds angry.

The pout you can feel forcing its way onto your face as your lip threatens to jut out is humiliating.

“You’re in danger.” It isn’t supposed to come out as whiny as it sounds.

“Yes.”

Don’t cry.

Don’t cry.

Don’t you fucking-

Long, thin fingers come up and swipe gently beneath your eyes, one at a time, feeling wetness there.

“You are upset by the thought of me dying.” There’s a hint of something to his words, whether it’s the tone or inflection you can’t decide, that makes you think of one word. One word spoken softly while you knelt at his feet-

“Kira doesn’t get to have you.” The words are bitten out, the growl of anger, of possessiveness, undercut by the watery waver to your voice.

You hadn’t realized he was still holding your wrist until he tightens his grip, squeezing down until it aches.

“Nor will he have you.”

The ‘you’re mine’ is unspoken, on both your parts.

You can hear the dull hum of an engine and tires on pavement and turn to see Watari pulling the car up. When L leads you by your wrist into the back of it, grip turning gentle, you don’t protest.

“Headquarters, Watari.” Is all L says before pressing a button that rolls up the car's divider. He buckles you in like some kind of child but doesn’t bother doing the same for himself like… Some other kind of child.

The silence between you is thick, highlighted by every creak of the leather seats as you shift uncomfortably look out the dark tint of the windows at each street you pass, pretending you can’t see L’s reflection just as clearly as the people and buildings outside. But you can, and you focus on it, tracing his features, expressionless to most, and finding very little to read into. It’s upsetting. You’re normally much better at this, and it strikes you that you may very well only be able to read him the way you do because he lets you. Something achy in your chest twists at the thought.

“I had thought the terms of our agreement were clear, but it seems I may have left out a crucial detail.”

His eyes lock on yours in the reflection and it makes you feel embarrassed to think about how obvious you are to him, especially contrasted with how opaque he is to you.

“Until my heart stops beating, you will not under any circumstances take another life.”

“I hate you.”

His mouth falls open and with it his expression. Shock?

“… Truly?”

You’ve never heard him sound small before.

Fuck.

The click of your seat belt buckle breaks the silence as you quickly shift your way over to him, shoving at his knees until there's enough space for you to seat yourself in his lap, which you do. “No.”

The honesty is uncomfortable for you and you suspect it’s equally as uncomfortable for him so you add on, “And you should be able to tell that since you’re such a master detective.” Mockery. Familiar territory.

He braces his feet against the back of Watari’s seat and slouches further, bringing his knees back up to support you more and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close until your face is pressed into his neck.

“I do not hate you either.” He speaks it into your hair, and you feel a kiss pressed against the side of your head, so you respond with a kiss of your own on the only spot you can reach. His neck.

L shudders beneath you, then lets out a shaky breath, arms tightening their hold like he thinks you have somewhere else to be before ducking to murmur against your ear, “The divider is not nearly as soundproof as I would prefer so I will have to whisper, but I wish to make my intentions entirely clear...”

You nod against his neck to indicate that you heard him and try to turn to kiss his jaw but he reaches up with one of his hands and grabs your hair in a tight grip, holding you still.

“When we return to head quarters, I am going to fuck you.”

The breath you take in through your nose in your surprise is louder than the words he spoke. There’s a heat in your cheeks that you can feel spreading down your chest and lower as you inhale shakily, before taking a calculated risk and rolling your hips against his as you murmur, “How?”

His hand briefly tightens in your hair and you can feel your pussy getting wet, “How am I going to fuck you?”

You nod, and he exhales slowly, you inhaling in time with him, your chests moving together.

“I think I would like to fuck you like this,” the hard press of his interested cock is made obvious as his hips roll up against yours, denim jeans against cotton panties and you bite your lip to stifle any verbal reaction, “You will be on top but I will be holding you still. I’ll take my time I think, maybe have you ride my thigh first so I can observe the pace you’d like me to set.”

You’re hips are rocking back in forth in small little ruts now, panties clinging to your needy cunt with your body's reaction to his voice and the press of his cock, “Please-“

“Of course I won’t fuck you how you’d like me to.”

Pardon?

“You’ve been bad,” Holy fucking shit.

L’s hand tightens in your hair as he pulls your head back to meet your eyes, his own heavily lidded as he murmurs, his lips nearly brushing your own. “I’m going to fuck you slowly. I’m going to teach you patience.”

“You’re a sadist.” You speak solely to feel your lips brushing against his.

“I’ve been called worse things. Less accurate things as well.”

The car rolls to a very sudden stop and if it weren’t for L’s arms around you and his legs behind you, you would have fallen in between the front and back seats, folded in half like a humiliated napkin.

When Watari opens the door for L, you’re back in your own seat, resenting L’s composure as you shake like a leaf, wondering how visibly fucked out you look for someone who hasn’t even been properly touched yet. You’d read Watari’s expression to find out if you could bring yourself to meet the man's eyes. He holds out a hand to help you out of the car and you thank him quietly before trailing behind L like some kind of stray cat he’s fed.

The elevator ride is excruciatingly long to you, even though it can’t have been more than thirty seconds and as soon as you make it into the hotel room the task force calls headquarters you and L head directly for the door to the bedroom, not acknowledging the presence of the others. You try very hard not to think about how embarrassing it’s going to be to face them later.

L places his hand on your lower back as he walks beside you, pressing you forwards until you’re in the room, looking at meticulously made sheets, and you know that this is going to be the first time since L stationed himself here that he lies in that bed, the sheets likely immaculate not due to Watari or one of the hotel’s cleaning staff coming in and making the bed, but entirely because of disuse.

You can hear him kick the door shut behind you and the hand on your back slides down past your skirt, to bare thighs, fingers dragging upwards, rucking up the fabric until he reaches the top of your panties and presses beneath, hand grabbing and pulling at soft flesh before making his way down once more, fingers cupping you as they glide forwards between your legs to press into your wet cunt.

The pressure you feel as he fills you, starts to roll his wrist against your backside, as he repeatedly rocks his slender hand against you. Starting with two fingers stings a little, but it’s a good sort of sting so you lets your hips rock back against him, trying to pull him in further, the sound of your wetness around his fingers loud in the quiet of the room.

His free arm wraps around you and pulls you in close to him, standing at the entrance of the room and holding you like he needs a hug all while fucking his fingers into your cunt, drawing vulgar sounds from between your legs and between your teeth. When his lips press against your ears your cunt clenches down around him, warm and hot and he's gotten you so fucking wet even before he starts to speak again.

And then he does. “If I could keep you like this I would. If Kira would simply spontaneously drop dead and save us the luxury of having to catch him I would steal you away with me back home. I would keep you as the most satisfying reward I have ever received for solving a case.” L’s lips trail down your neck and you let out a sound that's painfully close to a sob as he draws his fingers from your cunt and from your panties before walking you forwards towards the bed, turning when he reaches it and sitting you in his lap, facing the closed door.

One of his thighs is pressed between your own and his arms settle around your shoulders in a lazy hug as he nuzzles his nose against the side of your cheek, “We can get started once you've cum." He speaks in such a matter of fact way, keeping his voice light and unbothered, even though you’d already felt the hard press of his cock behind you.

You want to be a brat about it, to talk back and throw a fit, to deny him the satisfaction of taking the lead and to ride him till he’s shooting blanks and begging you to give him a break.

Or more accurately, you want to want that.

The press of his denim clad thigh against your needy aching clit, through your drenched panties, slick with cum, makes your head feel floaty, and you move with the feeling, leaning forwards and bracing both hands above his knee before your start to slowly roll your hips back and forwards, humping yourself against him and letting out little breathy noises from between parted lips.

One of L’s thumbs starts to brush gently back and forth against your shoulder and this time you do let out a sob, the sound turning into a whine as L presses the ball of his foot down on the floor, slowly rocking his leg up against your pussy.

His lips brush against the side of his neck as he murmurs, “You’re doing so well. Doing so well for me.” His breath is coming out heavier against your neck and if you could focus on anything other than the slow pulsing of warmth and pressure and pleasure against your cunt you’d feel pride in that fact, but all you can do is what you’re told.

So you ride his thigh, shuddering out a gasp as one of your hands trails down his towards yourself, fingertips tracing against the wet spot forming on his jeans. Your mouth hangs open wider as you let out a soft moan in between pants for breath that don't seem to do anything at all.

That’s all me.

“Does it feel nice?” There’s a hum in L’s voice, he sounds curious as he leans forwards, hooking his chin over your shoulder to look down at where you’re getting yourself off against him and you nod. You can feel his smile against your neck “I’m glad.”

You stay like that for a while, L holding you softly, and you grinding slowly against him, your hips slowly picking up pace until the heat inside of you builds, and builds, and builds, and-

You cum.

“Very good.” His voice sounds far away to you, far away from where you’re floating and you let out another sob, hands reaching up desperately to cling to his arms.

Why is he so far away?

The sound is muddled and murmured and it takes you a while to drift back into the hotel room, into yourself, into L’s arms and when you do you find yourself lying on his chest further up the bed, still straddling him, but now faced towards him instead of away.

“There you are.” He’s back. Or maybe you are?

When his hand comes up to brush away tears you hadn’t noticed on your cheeks you lean into the touch, turning slightly to press a kiss against the palm of his hand, and taste salt.

“Would you like to stop now? That looked like it was a lot for you.”

Immediately, you open your mouth to say yes but the word doesn’t come out. Why not?

You’re still a little floaty as you try to figure out what you’re feeling, to find the words to articulate and pinpoint what exactly you want and it takes a few moments, L waiting patiently all the while.

“No. Want you.”

L nods at that, a small smile replacing a look you realize was one of concern, and the hand on your cheek trails down until he can reach your shirt, stripping you of it quickly. Your skirt is next, and then your undergarments, and you expect him to stare at your body, more exposed to his gaze than it's ever been before, but it’s your face he looks at. He studies.

“If this becomes too much for you, if you start to go away again, promise you will tell me.”

You look at him beneath you, you’re still shaking a little, fully undressed, and he’s fully clothed. The only sign of what you’d been doing so far is the surprisingly large wet patch you’d left on his jeans.

“Promise.” You respond. Reaching out and grabbing one of his hands to lock a pinky with yours.

When you start to let go of his hand he snatches it back, intertwining your pinkies once more and holding them together like that, his free hand coming up to your face, drawing you in far enough that he can kiss you.

Earl Grey with too much sugar, chocolate and whipped cream, strawberries. He tastes like dessert and you sigh with contentment as his lips press against your own. They’re thin and a little dry but the soft press of them against yours warms your bare skin against the chill of the room and you bring your own free hand to his chest, only to inhale sharply in surprise at what you feel.

His heart is racing. Somehow it's never occurred to you that was something that could happen to him.

You press more heavily into the kiss, lips parting as you lick against his own, and let out a pleased him as his tongue meets yours. The kiss stays soft for a while but inevitably grows more heated.

Dragging your hand down his stomach you reach the button of his jeans and stop, only continuing when you feel his pinky squeezing your own, then flick the button open and drag the zipper down.

 His cock feels good in your hand, soft skin slick with pre-cum and warm to the touch, but it feels even better when you raise your hips up far enough that you can position the head of his cock against your entrance and then slowly push down against him, sinking into the full feeling of his cock pressing into you, until you’re once again sat in his lap.

The only sounds in the room are the quiet creaking of the bed frame and the slow wet glide of your cunt around him as you roll your hips down against him and he rocks his hips up into you, and the smack of your lips parting as you catch your breath before coming back together again, tongues teasing each others mouths.

You aren’t sure how long the two of you stay like this, moving and breathing with each other, but it’s as slow as he said it would be.

You wouldn’t call what the two of you are doing fucking, though.

You don’t have the courage to call it what it is.

When L cums, he says your name. Not M. Not any other alias you’d used before. He says your name. Whispers it into your mouth and you breathe the word in from his. Tears fall from your eyes at the intensity of it all and you cum with him, pussy wrapped around his cock in a wet plush press, like a kiss.

You feel sticky with the way you cling to L, all tears and sweat and spit, as you tremble in his arms, cunt continuing to twitch around his softening cock as the last of your orgasm washes over you and fades away. L holds you through the whole thing, his own arms shaking and his breath as quick as yours as he comes down alongside you and it’s quiet for a while.

It takes a few long moments for you to fully come back to yourself, noticing an orange glow starting to filter through the sheer curtains of the hotel's bedroom windows and realizing that the sun must be setting.

L looks more alive like this, the warmth of the light of golden hour bringing a healthy glow to his otherwise corpse-like pallor and you find yourself just staring at him, taking the sight in as his breathing evens out to a healthier pace, dark eyes fluttering open to land on yours, gazing back.

Under his attention you expect to feel studied like an insect, or dissected like a frog, but all you feel now is all you felt when…

‘Hagoromo.’

Before you can really think the words through You hear yourself, in a voice soft enough to fit the silence the two of you soak in, “Until your heart no longer beats?”

“Yes.”

And it’s clear to you why you’re here. What your purpose is.

You’re here so that even if L loses, Kira doesn’t get to win.

“Okay.”

L and you never once let go of each other's pinkies.

[iciatheguardess]

[Alert: MENTAL STATE AT LETHALLY LOW LEVELS. FINAL STAGE OF ABSTRACTION INITIATED.]

Nothing gets better. Nothing ever gets better. Everything I do is futile, no matter what I always get myself into situations that harm me.... I fight, I fight, I fight and I fight more, but its never enough to protect anyone or keep them with me. I can't keep anyone safe. I'm the reason so many suffer. Why can't I do more? Why am I trapped in this worthless, human, limited body where I can't even help myself more than I can help others?

Icia falls to her knees after Starro leaves, yelling out as she holds her stomach and shivers violently. The pain is too intense to think straight, so intense and cold she can't even pull herself to her feet, and she remains hunched over on the ground trying not to scream.

She tries squeezing her stomach to claw the pain out.... but her fingers are met with hard resistance, the once soft yet scarred skin now rough, cold, solid.... icy.

"Oh no... no no no nononononononononononono- NO-" she yells out, trying to stand before failing. The ice that once was her flesh spreads with sickening cracking sounds, climbing up her chest and down her thighs.

Everything was supposed to be better when I left the kingdom. It was such a cowardly and selfish choice, but I did it. And now, everyone is suffering. My friends are tortured by AI. There are always new threats. Even when I try to take a break, I can't ever truly fucking relax. And even when I do have a chance, I'm so paranoid it does NOTHING.

The pain gets worse, unbearably worse, as an icy storm rattles the house. Everything within the vicinity freezes, dark, splintering spikes of ice growing off each surface. Icia feels the ice continuing to crawl down her legs, locking her knees firmly in place. She struggles against her body freezing, only to no avail. The frozen matter cements her legs to the ground, solidifying her joints as more splintering spikes break through the cracks that grow over her body.

This is bad. This is really really bad. But she can stop it, right?

Icia grabs her locket off her chest, right before her shoulder freezes over. It opens to the picture of Raina, and Icia's immediately reminded of where she is now, rotting and fading away... what if she's gone by now? What if she's too late? What if she failed again?!

The daunting thoughts only make the freezing worse, tears spilling down Icia's cheeks from pain and fear. She clicks the button again. The objects.

... the shotgun. The pirates. They won, but oh god that was a horrifying situation. The enemies were so much stronger than she thought, she could have planned better.

She feels the ice climbing further up, reaching her neck and throat which makes her gasp for air. The tears that spill down her cheeks freeze as soon as they touch the dark cracks, just a tiny sting compared to the frostbitten agony of the newly frozen areas. Her stomach and legs are void of any feeling or sensation.

Icia desperately clicks through the pictures in her locket, each one bringing back another horrid memory. She's clinging to some hope, any hope, that something will calm her down.

Dunite. Her execution.

Aoki. Nightmare's situation.

Dusk. The abstraction and vacation.

The kingdom. .... must it even be said.

Starro. The fight.

Every bad memory comes back to taunt her, with every person she remembers. But she only focuses on one.

She clicks through each picture desperately, the ice solidifying her elbow in place. Where is he, where is he, please God, where is he....

Finally, it lands on Lance's picture.

For a moment, Icia relaxes and smiles as she admires his picture. He's her love, her king, her saving grace....

...... her smile suddenly fades.

He's been by her side for all of it. He's wiped her tears, let her sob into his shoulder, helped her when she's been ill..... what has she done for him other than run into his arms when yet another thing goes wrong?

"... this.... isn't fine," she whispers under her breath. It's not fine that he has to deal with her. It's not fine he has to deal with her anxiety and trauma and that she can't stay out of it. It's not fine, it's not fair to him.

Why does he still let her do this to him? Why does he not leave despite how many times she's gone to him for support? Because he loves her? She loves him too, why does she treat him like this?

She doesn't deserve him. He doesn't deserve to always need to deal with her and her inability to handle herself, no matter how hard she tries to be independent she always finds herself running back to him for comfort.

Icia's words are nothing but broken, pained sobs with no ears to hear them.

".... oh Lance, I'm so sorry..... what am I doing, no, no, I don't want this- Lance I'm scared, I'm sorry- I don't want to..."

She brought this all upon herself. She failed to stop it.

Icia tries clicking the locket once again, but her thumb has frozen in place. She's stuck staring at his picture, which grows a thin layer of frost.

With her last ounce of strength, Icia raises her head and stares straight ahead. She tries reaching out, but both hands have frozen solid. The ice and frost has surrounded the room, slipping under the front door.

.... cold.... it's so cold.... I don't like the cold....

The cracks and ice climb up her face, suspending her face in its horrified, defeated expression. Icia feels her vocal cords freeze, and fails to yield another sound.

.... I don't want to go- it hurts....... please.... let me fix this, I can handle this....

...... who am I kidding. I can't fix this, can I....?

Her final thoughts fall on.... everyone. Everyone she loves. Everyone she failed to protect. Everyone who loves her.

I'm so sorry.......

The last of the ice creeps over her eyes and ends with spikes over each. The last hints of silver are gone, replaced by the dark, frozen matter. The last signs of life from the statue take place in a small exhale of steam from its mouth.

[Lockdown Complete.]

[Alert: ICIA.EXE HAS ABSTRACTED.]

[stopmyhearts]

Gallifrey: The Devil You Know liveblog

ouch. a solid ouch. absolutely incredible performance by Louise Jameson

alright here we go

very interested how the master fits into gallifrey

oh Narvin begging

oh yeah this is good

just as you underestimate me yeah they are not pulling they're punches

the doctor refused to help me 😭 I want to know how that went

we have no choices

this whole conversation is incredible

that sounds dire

yeah

what's this

yeah it's not going to be that easy to convince the Master

the way Romana says Master is very interesting

like with a certain reverence and hate at the same time

it's so funny how Narvin is now the one with morals not Romana

I second that

please do be careful Leela

😆 I love that Leela immediately starts insulting the Master

and that she can read him like no one else

she really does know people so well

she'll be fine stop saying that you're scaring me

Leela and the Master are a very entertaining combination

oh what is it now

what

oh that's weird

well that's not creepy at all

caught between the devil and the deep blue sea didn't know that's how that saying goes in english

oh interesting that she says she was a warrior of the sevateem

because she usually uses the present tense

even now so much later

oh fuck

now what is the history here

and it's not very nice to send Leela without that information

oh no they have different history

that's messed up

I grew to know them sorry I'm just thinking about her history

time lords are not monsters adadsafdsafew

I still go insane when they call each other friends

the thing about the Master is that he is a very good villain but I always sort of wish he'd shut up

it's very compelling how he's manipulating by being honest here

do not fucking trust him

good boy excuse me

this is very well paralleled here

oh I hate him

disrespecting Leela is the easiest way to make me despise a character

very fair reaction

but also I'm thinking of her becoming more and more Time Lord again

Leela should get to stab the Master

but I hope I can help her voice is so soft

truly time weapons and the time war in general are such concepts I love it so much

I am not dear to you

what is the Master's plan here

the thing is that Leela is kind but she definitely also has a cruel streak

I am loyal to Romana asfsfewfewa

this is tense

oh fuck

what is he doing

what does he want

god just the way she is completely loyal to Romana

not Gallifrey not what is good not Narvin but Romana

the way he's still just after the Doctor

what is he planning

that doesn't sound good

no no no

that is so evil

leave her alone

Romana will hunt you down yeah so will I

stop

oh shit

oh god her cries are so painful

that is incredible acting

Leela 😭

I will kill the Master I tell you

Leela

oh they sound so

oh god Romana's voice

and Narvin's anger

what have I done 😭