#Anyway I've been a mess this entire time and NOW 2 fucking days before the exam the professor announces there will be another date in late

[umilily]

I've been trying to get this fucking degree for 7 years, suffering basically nonstop, taking part in all my classes, even taking extra ones, I think at this point I more than deserve them just giving me my bachelor's. I've done ENOUGH.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 47

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Damnit, Pidge by spirkylurkey

Pidge has some top-secret-classified-don't-tell-Keith-info that she accidentally lets slip to, you guessed it, Keith. Lance is an embarrassed mess. Keith isn't faring much better, to be honest.

this one made me LAUGH the way that this all pidge's fault and she's literally like. well. you shouldn't be so gay then. and she's right!! they're so dumb i love them

2. Operation: Faking It by @writeonclara

“What the hell, guys?” Pidge squawked, wrestling away from Matt. “Why are you pretending to be a couple?” Or: Matt and Lance pretend to be a couple because Shiro and Keith are clueless as hell.

do you guys remember shatt?? i remember shatt. adashi will always have my heart but shatt will literally always be funny bc ofc thats ur fic name. anyways. this fic is mostly klance but the entire concept is just so ridiculously goofy that u have to laugh. do you like lance and matt? do you like fake relationship to real relationship? do you like inverted tropes? do you like pining? do you like comedic jealousy? then this fic is well and truly for you because it has all that and more

3. all's well that ends well to end up with you by @coruscatingcatastrophe

Keith's jacket gets ruined, so Lance decides to be a good Samaritan and give him his. This is the beginning of the end.

megan's fic literally make me want to eat cement i'm so serious. i've read and been obsessed with TONS of her stuff but this one???? this fucking one???? oh god the slowburn kills me. the blossoming realisation that oh god we've been dating this whole time huh. the CHIVALRY...............a romance novel in the truest of senses and i am going to fry

4. as long as it won't separate you from me (i'll be fine) by @coruscatingcatastrophe

A little intrigued—not that she’d ever admit it—Pidge begins to climb the stairs. But before she even reaches halfway, the door—slams shut. All on its own, or so it seems. Pidge pauses, brows creasing in confusion, as she turns to look down at her dog. “Did you see that?” she asks. Peculiarly, she notes that Bae Bae’s fur is bristled, and he growls at the door before barking twice. That’s weird. Bae Bae never growls. Turning back to the door, Pidge feels unsettled, but she tells herself not to jump to ridiculous conclusions. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Maybe there was a gust of wind from the air conditioner, or the doorframe isn’t level. Whatever it is, she’s going to figure it out. - Or, a Beetlejuice au (kind of). Pidge isn't a fan of her new house, Lance and Keith are the ghosts haunting her attic, and together they hatch a plot to convince Shiro and Adam to skedaddle out of the house. There may be demon summoning involved. But seriously, Adam. Getting your hair set on fire really isn't that bad.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!! ive been thinking about this fic all october and finally let myself reread it. ive never loved beetlejuice more than when i read this. it's so fun!! so interesting!! pidge gets a chance to shine!! klance are so!!! the way it had the story of beetlejuice but adapted well!! im!!

5. never thought i'd see the day in my life by @coruscatingcatastrophe

But Keith has somehow gone even paler in the short amount of time he’s been at the table, and he shakes his head. “No, something is . . .” His gaze flickers back to Lance, and he’s startled to find that Keith’s eyes are purple. They’ve got to be contacts. Ridiculous. As if the mullet and gloves and personality weren’t enough. Keith pushes away from the table abruptly, looking incredibly put-off now. “I, uh—gotta go,” he mutters, before angrily gathering up the backpack he’d dropped into the chair next to him and storming out of the cafeteria. “Huh,” Hunk says. “Well, that introduction could have gone a bit better. Don’t take it personally though; sometimes Keith’s just like that.” - Or, a Twilight au starring Lance as Bella, Keith as Edward, and the rest of the Voltron gang as themselves. Lance is insufferable, Keith is awkwardly trying to figure out why Lance is the way he is, and along the way they fall in love, or something. It's probably, definitely the best love story since Twilight itself.

now ive never read twilight and i refuse to on principle. but i didn't find this one creepy and instead it was super fun and dweeby and lance is indeed a ray of sunshine, thank you megan for noticing, and it turns out when the story isn't a hetero mormon wet dream it's actually a good time!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[lakesbian]

How do you think Alec would have handled getting the Valkyrie treatment? Being made into a puppet in the same way that he did to other people, his sacrificial suicide being subverted by another cape who uses people as tools but in a much more complete and permanent sense, coming back wrong and having his cape identity irrevocably a part of his body and self, and no longer being able to take off the mask, is this anything?

see i've rotated this extensively in my mind before because i think coming up with how a cape's design would turn out if they got glastig uained is a really fun exercise (do that shit to lisa for some Fun eyeball body horror!!) but i'm struggling to come up with what would happen to alec :( the most obvious answer is the crown becoming like. Attached. to his head. but id ont know if that's too far out there. there's also the concept of having his face frozen in a permanent smirking expression but i feel like that would go Too tragically counter to the point of a 'surprise hes back again' au wherein he would be expected to. yknow. realize and experience some of his feelings again at some point. so yeah i'd need someone else to help me figure that one out.

anyway the actual experience of being glastig uained. if i recall correctly in ward brian says it was basically just like waking up feeling like everything from before he died was just a few days ago not Years ago so i don't think alec would care that much that someone was using his ghost or whatever for shit while he was dead, relative 2 all the other problems in his life. wouldnt even notice with the type of shit hes got going on. the big reason why this au doesn't really work is that it's just Wildly Unproductively Depressing. it seems like ciara only starts bringing random people back by the time aisha is like. what. 20?

it works Fine and Actually Thematically Interesting Well that brian is like oh FUCK youve GROWN UP when he gets back because it's relevant 2 their sibling dynamics. but it does. it does not work if alec gets back and aisha is like 20. it's just depressing. from alec's PoV it would be "congrats you've been brought back into a world where your best and only friend is too old and character-developmented for you to actually have a close connection with even though for you it feels like she was still your age only a few days ago and also your fucking shit ass siblings are here too and btw the world ended so all of the nice luxuries you were enjoying previously are not options anymore. go feed the earth gimel sheep boy." and from aisha's perspective her best friend would be back but in a monkeys paw way where he did not get to grow up with her and he's still little and sad and fucked up and more like one of his siblings that she's caring for/trying to help vs the equal best friendship she Wants but Can't Have because he is Fifteen. so now everything sucks and is sad for everyone involved. :(.

i would say "on the 'up'side this is a hot new contender for scenarios wherein lisa could feasibly decide alec is her new sopping wet fixer-upper" but she already has an even more absurd and unstable option (that one cop) so as usual alec remains background. btw he would be offended on taylors behalf that lisa had replaced taylor with victoria (who he does not like because shes annoying) and entirely oblivious that taylor had ever thought or said anything about him being sucks and utterly lacking in interiority. AUs that have potential to be funny wrt alec's interactions with the other undersiders but are wildly fucking depressing when you get to his interactions with aisha.

if we fudge a bit and say ciara brings him back like riiight after gold morning aisha would only be a bit over a year older than him so that's more doable in terms of character development and eventual reconnection but it'd still be a mess. i'm not articulating my explanation of how aisha's character development works rn and i don't feel like saying something wrong so i'll just leave it here but trust me it'd still be a mess. maybe an interesting one but a mess

[soupthecoolest]

CnD!

alright! so CnD, or "Creation and Destruction" is my homebrew "dnd" campaign!! i have dnd in quotes just cause. well my autism got too strong and i made an entire handbook with my own mechanics LMAO so it's really it's own Thing at this point. which is super cool n fun. after everything's been wrapped up i might publish that handbook but WE SHALL SEE.

anyway CnD is my own personal excuse to make my friends rp with me and my crazy ocs. SO.

it all started when the 11 party members crashed on the beach in a town they'd never seen before. looked totally normal until at the end of the first session they found a portal!

jumping in, that just... kept happening. small adventure, portal, repeat. with no end in sight. as the party began questioning why all this was happening, they met these two little FREAKS named mayhem and maelstrom. (i'll add all refs i have below!!)

anyway mae n may mentioned an elusive “She” that they’re working for, which led my players down an insane conspiracy rabbit hole in which they guessed 90% of hullabaloo’s vibe based on a PRONOUN. ONE PRONOUN I DROPPED I CAN’T TELL THESE MFS ANYTHING

next, they met pandemonium, (@weedsmokingbfs's oc!!! owe you my life muppy) who told them that: these portals aren't taking them place to place, it's transporting them around purgatory. and they've all died.

since then it's been up to the party to navigate their purpose, how to escape, all of it.

then they met bedlam, who explained to them this crazy prophecy and the reason they're all trapped there, which connects to a decision he made 800 years earlier.

enter callie.

my god this is so much to explain IM CRAZY ok. so callie and dee (@percexe) had been meeting in the void for centuries. he'd see callie there when he died and never knew why. 2 idiots had an unspoken pact to not talk about their pasts, but boy they should've!

it would've revealed that callie is actually named chaos, and directly related to all the other crazy clowns they'd meet across the campaign.

they're called the Story, the main 6 pantheon of gods i've set up in this universe! so we've got (in order of like. "hierarchy")

mayhem and maelstrom: gods of war and balance (he/they)

pandemonium: trickster god of illusion (he/it)

bedlam: god of magic and prophecy (he/him)

hullabaloo: goddess of joy, day, and spontaneity (she/her)

chaos: goddess of narration, night, and tradition (she/he)

the Story are basically the worlds most fucked up family, all considering each other brother and sister. in the beginning they were fine, but as time went on things just naturally got more and more messed, and now everything is just a nightmare

chaos and hullabaloo are kinda a tier above the rest of the story, part of their own subset called the Storytellers.

hullabaloo wanted more power and betrayed chaos, trapping her in the void for eternity, as she wanted to rule the universe herself. which all circles back to how callie met dee.

in the void, chaos didn't feel like himself and took on the name calypso, which is how she introduced herself to dee once they met.

and nobody found out anything out of a series of insane miscommunications and lack of info! what fun!

but now in the campaign timeline, everyone's basically caught up. we've finished the first season and are heading into the second in a couple weeks!!! also excuse if this feels rushed at all it's because it is <3 LMFAO there's just so much with CnD, this barely scratches the surface.

there's so much i couldn't cover here like the prophecy binding the party to purgatory, bedlam's entire role in that, the mages, etc. we're like 25 sessions in and so far i've planned 40 more. i am SO normal!!!!

PLEASEEE ask about it if you're curious!! im so insane about my campaign it is my pride and joy :]]

in order there: hullabaloo, chaos, bedlam, pandemonium, and mayhem and maelstrom! ART CREDS for pandemonium and may&mae refs @weedsmokingbfs !!! once more muppy i owe u all my beans

[folliesandfolderols]

Writing prompts days 77-83

This is a time I had Things that kept me from writing much, if at all! I will spare you the enumeration of my life's ills.

From this prompt list. If you’ve read this far, I’m not sure you need any explanation, but the short version is I hadn’t written any fiction since 2019, I set a goal to write at least 150 words/day in 2024, and this list was my way to restart. Also I abruptly decided on day 2 I would write an entire Tim/Damian story connecting all the prompts, because I am Good at Judging My Limits. /sarcasm Anyway, I finished the rough draft a while ago and am now unlocking the old entries as I edit.

Read from the beginning here, or on ao3 here.

Day 76 here

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13. "Oh God, you feel amazing, baby."

58. “Be good for me.”

60. “You like that, don’t you?”

64. “I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.”

76. “Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”

80. “F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.”

128. “Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.”

150. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly.”

He followed Damian’s instructions, showering first then lying down in the bed and wrapping an ice pack around his ankle. He brought his computer along, too, but Damian hadn't said anything about that so it was fair game.

The fact that he was doing what Damian, of all people, had told him, was unsettling. He didn't know how to process his own compliance.

Damian showed up looking fresh and bright-eyed despite the lateness of the hour. Tim had fallen asleep and smacked himself in the nose with his laptop just before his arrival, so Damian’s alertness felt like a provocation.

It wasn't until Damian settled onto the edge of the bed and gave him a hesitant fraction of a smile that Tim realized he looked so vitalized because he was happy. He couldn't stop himself from smiling back at the revelation.

“Hey,” he said, reaching for Damian's hand. “Sorry about flipping out on you earlier.”

“I told you there was no need.” Damian lifted Tim's knuckles to his lips. “Will you let me explain?”

Tim nodded, but felt duty-bound to add, “Only if you want to. You don't owe me any explanations.”

“I do want to.” Damian ducked his head and played with Tim’s fingers. “I didn't understand that you wanted us to have a true relationship. I'm as inexperienced in that as I once was in other matters I came to you to learn. I missed whatever signs you gave.”

“My fault, for not using words."

Damian nodded, but absentmindedly, as if he weren't really responding to what Tim said. He paused, and seemed to struggle with himself to get the next words out. "You're the only one I've ever wanted so badly. It has made me unfamiliar to myself."

Tim's heart quailed at the declaration, which made no sense. By all rights he should be relieved, not terrified. He frowned at the fluttering sensation. "I've been acting in ways I couldn't have predicted, too. It's a weird feeling."

"Very odd." Damian sighed. "I had turned down Jon for a while now. This was an error in judgment in more ways than one."

"So it was an error in judgment when you asked Jon to bruise you up? Is that what you're saying?” Tim raised his brows in inquiry. “He'd never do it accidentally.”

The atmosphere went cooler. Damian looked down his nose, haughty dismissal radiating out of his pores. He'd inherited that much from Ra’s. “I don't wish to speak of it further. I've admitted it was a mistake, so nothing more needs to be said.”

Tim laughed to hide the stab of unease that darted through his chest at the denial. With a roll of his eyes, he yanked Damian down to lie on the bed beside him. “Right. Of course not.” He kissed Damian’s lower lip, giving it a brief suck just to enjoy his hum of pleasure. “Well, since I'm nominally the more mature one in this relationship, I'll let it go. Except . . .” He looked up at Damian through his eyelashes. His weren't as thick and curled as Damian’s but the gesture seemed effective anyway, judging by the way his gaze softened. “Is there any chance you'd tell me, someday?”

Damian’s posture shifted in such a subtle way that anyone besides Tim would have missed it. He couldn't tell if the sudden tenseness was anticipation of the good kind or the bad. “I will consider it.”

“I appreciate your willingness to ponder the matter,” he said, mimicking Damian’s speech in such an exaggerated way that Damian scowled.

"Or perhaps I won't, if you're going to behave in that fashion." But he kissed Tim again, which gentled the impact of the words. "How tired are you, tonight?"

Tim laughed again, this time more genuinely. "Mm, this dent in my nose is proof that I'm not doing that great with sleep, but I'm not too tired to get you off, if that's what you're asking."

"I was hoping for something more mutual than a one-sided service." Damian tugged at the blankets beneath them until they had both shifted their weight enough to get underneath. With a contented sigh, he wriggled closer into Tim's embrace.

Tim hauled him more tightly to his body, burying his nose in Damian's hair. They lay like that for a while, breathing against each other, while Tim felt himself slowly growing harder and harder.

Damian apparently wasn't in much different state, as the minute roll of his hips testified before too much time had passed. Tim hummed with sleepy pleasure at the press of Damian's dick against his thigh. "You feel good."

"Let me make you feel better, then." Damian scooted lower, taking the blankets down with him. With careful hands, he pulled the waistband of Tim's sweats down to his thighs, then followed with his underwear. Tim's erection sprang free and Damian kissed the tip with an indulgent smile. "Do I turn you on that much?"

Tim caressed Damian's hair back from his face. "You don't even fucking know."

He only realized he had echoed his words from earlier when Damian flushed and checked his expression with an air of uncertainty. "I would like to," he said finally, and took Tim into his mouth. Within seconds, he was swallowing him down into his throat.

Tim let his head fall back on his pillow and groaned at the silken wetness working at his length. He couldn't look at the ceiling for long, though—he needed to see Damian's face, gone hazy the way it always did when he went down on Tim. The glazed look in his eyes was almost as arousing as what his mouth was doing. "F-Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last long if you keep doing that."

Damian pulled off with an obscene slurp and licked his lips. "Don't, then. Let me help you sleep."

Tim cradled his face between his hands, needing to show the tenderness of the feelings swirling in his gut through the delicacy of his touch. "You'll let me do the same for you, right?"

Damian kissed his palms, first one, then the other. "You may depend on it." He sat up enough to pull off his shirt and kick his pants and underwear to the floor. And then he slid down Tim's cock again, fingers digging into Tim's hips to get him to move forward.

Tim breathed out on a moan, shifting his hands to grip the back of Damian's head. With such a clear invitation, he couldn't resist grinding into the plush heat of Damian's throat. "Oh God," he gasped. "You feel amazing, Dami."

Damian's lids fell nearly shut at the accolade, and he gave a strangled moan of his own that vibrated through every pleasure point in Tim's body. Tim couldn't stop fucking his throat, thrusting deep and pulling back enough to let him breathe before doing it again and again. 

"You like that, don't you? You're so easy for praise, I love it," Tim whispered to him, like they could keep it a secret between them. Damian's eyes did close with that, and Tim gave his hair a gentle tug. "Ah-ah. Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart." Damian's lids flew open, and he shuddered from head to toe, an wordless plea urgent in his throat. "Yeah, that's much better. I have to see those pretty green eyes." He could hear his words rambling but still couldn't make himself shut up even though it felt like exposure. "God, your mouth. Your throat. All of it. You're so goddamn beautiful."

Damian was whimpering now, tears beading up in the corners of his eyes while he let Tim in deeper and deeper. His arms trembled and his hips pulsed against the mattress.

Abruptly, Tim couldn't stand having him so far away, even if it meant not coming inside his mouth. He tugged at Damian's shoulders, fingertips slipping in the sweat beading on his skin. "C'mere, get up here, I need you."

Damian let Tim's cock slide free of his lips and scrambled up to kiss him, heedless of his own erection for the moment. Tim licked into his mouth and went rigid with a bolt of sheer lust at the answering sweep of Damian's tongue. Damian pulled back, searching his expression with confusion.

"It's okay," Tim reassured him. "Just, I can taste myself on your lips and it's messing me up really bad. You're terrible for my stamina." He angled his head up and kissed Damian again, sloppy and desperate. "Gonna make me come too fast."

"Just fast enough," Damian corrected him, words clipped like he was shoving them past the barrier of his own arousal. He gripped Tim's length and started stripping it, pausing only to get some lube off the nightstand before continuing.

Tim kissed him again, his heart turning to goo in his chest even while the excitement and urgency coalesced, demanding at the base of his spine. Damian was fucking into his thigh while his fingers kept up their frantic pace around Tim's cock, gaze locked on the motion of his hand. Precome slicked his path and eased the glide against Tim's leg.

The avid interest in his eyes pushed Tim over the edge. "Damian—Dami—" His muscles locked and he spurted all over Damian's hand and his own stomach.

Damian groaned like he'd come himself, but Tim wasn't satisfied yet. He tugged Damian's unresisting head down till his face was pressed to Tim's neck, and whispered, "Come on me. I wanna feel you, Dami." Damian sobbed into his skin, pelvis rocking against the muscles in Tim's thigh. He shoved a hand between them to grasp his erection, moving with urgent speed with Tim’s come as his lube. Tim shifted his grip to rub his back with soothing hands. "Be good for me. Make me all messy."

Damian buried his teeth in the muscle of Tim's neck, whining, then went silent and still as he came. Tim smiled and kissed the top of his head.

Moving like he were asleep already, Damian pulled his t-shirt from under the tangle of blankets and wiped them both relatively clean, then threw the shirt in the direction of Tim's laundry basket. Tim clicked off the light and wrapped himself around Damian's body like a monkey to a tree. They were both out in minutes.

day 84 here

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 2/14/2023

Welp, the great "don't force myself to write when I don't wanna" experiment is over. I got real heckin' depressed and it was bad, so I started making myself write again, and it lifted. Perhaps it's a coincidence, I don't know, but this sort of holds with how the last four years of my life have been going. Trying to scrape dregs out of an empty jar isn't exactly fun, but it's what I gotta do, I guess.

Anyway, the good news is that I'm not being too mean to myself. I stole @bleachbleachbleach 's method of requiring myself to write one sentence on my WIP every day. I've managed to make it every day. One of the main things that happened (and this sort of thing always happens when I set goals) is that I realized that if I did only one sentence a day, it would take me forever to finish, which has pushed me to do more than the minimum. For the first few days of the week, I was doing about 100 words a day, which is still very paltry, but I think I've done more than that the last few days.

The thing I am working on is a story I started in 2019, which I have always been very fond of, except that it's a mess. The first paragraph is in a difference POV than the rest of it. It's mostly written in the present tense, except where it's not. Most importantly, it just sort of stops where I ran out of ideas. It's possible this was not the best possible project for me to dive into in my current mental state. I've been working on it, but I feel like it keeps getting worse 😂. Like, I re-wrote that first bit, and I just don't like it as much. Also, even though I know I should never, ever, never ever write in the present tense...I... think it works better that way? I'm seriously considering switching it back?? Also, it is primarily a world-building story, and as soon as I started on it, I realized that there were a bunch of holes in my world-building and it's been so hard to make any kind of decisions about anything. (I spent a week trying to figure out if this one guy has a wife or not. It seems like a thing I should just be able to decide except that it's also sort of the entire crux of the story)

At least I didn't have to start from nothing. The original story was about 2900 words, and my intuition is that the final product is going to end up between 5 and 10k. This is a great size for a story, the easiest size of story to write, and I'm honestly just mad that I'm so bad at all of this, and I'm worried that at the end of the day, the thing is gonna suck because I've lost my touch. Anyway, right now, it's 1768. It's nowhere near what I know I'm capable of when I'm on (when I'm really fucking on), but I'm faking it 'cause I have to, and it's going okay, I guess.

I don't know what's up with my art, either! I just don't really have any ideas I'm excited about! I did a tutorial this week with some pastel brushes, and then I turned around and did a Valentine's Day art project with the same brushes. I feel like it's probably a good time to do some skillbuilding, but, man, skillbuilding kinda sucks. 😂

The one good thing that did happen this week is that I finally made a decent loaf of sourdough! Look at these guys!!

They were so springy and good in the middle and nice and crusty on the outside! The secret turned out to be a combination of getting my starter more active generally, and actually following an every-six-hour feeding schedule the day before I baked it (the last feeding was ten hours because it was overnight and I had to get my kid off to school in the morning) It was 100% naturally leavened (no commercial yeast at all). I followed this King Arthur recipe.

The discard recipe of the week was Little Spoon Farm Blueberry Muffins, which were every bit as good as the recipe promised, if you like sweet, cakey, grocery-store style muffins. Little Spoon Farm is becoming my go-to for discard recipes, they haven't missed yet.

[lumyart]

So, I finished reading the final parts of biof days ago, but I needed time to properly mourn it... now that I went through all the stages of grief, I can just say how perfect everything was. I loved every single moment.. the family fluff, the smut, everytime aema was mentioned made me extremely emotional, every scene with helaena melted my heart (her calling Nyra mama 😭), jealous!Rhaenyra is always a delight to read, the whole milf mess (angry!Alicent is so hot) 🤣... I'm rambling, sorry. I'm not really good with words and giving people complements, so I'm just gonna quote lady gaga and say: "talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stoping, spectacular, never-the-same, totally unique, completely-not-ever-been done-before".

Okay, there's a couple of things I need to mention:

1.

"For what it’s worth, the last time Rhaenyra wanted to try something new, she made her come so hard Alicent saw stars, and the bullet vibe she used ended up entirely ruined - don’t ask her how, however, she’s not ready to discuss that part." "They’ve used this addition to their sex life a few times - and Alicent would rather not have to retell the story of when she tried to wear it -"

You're so, so mean, lumy. You just casually dropped those info and leave it there.. How am I supposed to carry on with my life without knowing the full story here?!? Im a curious person, this is all I've been thinking about! (especially the first quote... Dear lord how the fuck did alicente managed to ruin a vibrator?? 😭 I mean good for her). That would be a great (smut) one shot, just saying.. 👀

2. When they were about to fuck, alicent mentioned/thought about proposing to Rhaenyra, and I was wondering who would be the one actually doing it? Most fics I read is Rhaenyra, but I feel like in this universe it'd be alicent.. I can see Nyra freaking out 'cause that's her crush asking her to marry her (btw, how come Ali never teased her about that?)

Anyway, thank you for this amazing fic, I already miss it ❤ (looking forward to a potential part 2)

😭😭 Thank you, you're too sweet❤️ I loved writing this last big update and adding all the fluff to it, so I'm glad you enjoyed it as well! congrats on getting to finish it, I know it wasn't easy for everyone😭

Honestly I considered expanding on all of these but the final chapter was already far too lengthy, so I'm sorry😔 I chose for Alicent to suck Rhaenyra’s strap instead - which wasnt supposed to happened but then I changed my mind. You might get the inside stories in the next part, but I'm not sure of that cause there's even more exciting things to include in there so...🫣 Also, not sure you want to hear the story of Alicent trying to wear the strap, that would be more funny than sexy haha

As for who would propose... I can't answer that without spoiling part 2 considering it will 100% be centered around them getting married😁 But I can totally see Rhaenyra planning to do it and freaking out until Alicent decides to take the matter in her own hands and does it instead😭

[kishimotomasashi]

Madara for the ask game

Send me a character and I'll tell you

First impression:

I first heard his name back while I was really into DBZ and powerscaling and vs battles mattered a lot more to me, and so I saw some people talk about how some guy called "Madara" from Naruto could beat Goku and win or whatever and I was like damn, Naruto characters can blow up planets now? I thought this was the ninja show?

Later on I bought UNS4 and was introduced to Madara for the first time in the game's cool opening sequence with his fight with Hashirama and my first thoughts were: "Oh okay he's really powerful and can do cool shit but the dudebros are lying to me" and "I like his voice and his manner of speech" (I was watching the dub bc I have character flaws I refuse to examine 👍🏽).

So really I just thought he was cool. Cool anime villain. Didn't think of him much beyond that.

Impression now:

Tragic mess of an old man who has all of the issues at once simultaneously and has 5 different layers of both emotional and physical walls to prevent himself from dealing with them in any manner. We would fuck because of it if he weren't lines or also gay. Love of my life and bane of my existence.

Favorite moment:

As much as I do think Madara's cool when he's going apeshit or throwing meteors on people my favourite moments with him happen to be when he's more... human. When he's not being the most powerful thing in the room just to be the most powerful thing in the room.

So my fave moments are both times where he's confessing to Hashirama his guilt about not having been able to protect his siblings, and his wondering what that would mean of his abilities as a leader. Those are his most character defining moments, imo. And also makes me think of this post:

Idea for a story:

I have a few story/oneshot ideas in my drafts for him actually. Current one taking priority is an AU I'm writing in which Madara is possessing Sasuke, Yu-Gi-Oh style, and they are both trying to deal with in the best way they can.

Otherwise I have some oneshot drafts that are just headcanons in writing: one on Izuna and Madara's relationship dynamic, one on what happened when Madara's last sibling before Izuna died, one that's a reimagining of how the susano'o works (divorcing it from the mangekyou sharingan entirely) and how he came to master it, etc.

Unpopular opinion:

I think as the war arc progressed he became more of an annoying obstacle than a genuinely good villain. His introduction lived up to the hype but as for keeping it... you can only do "this guy's the most powerful thing ever and he's unstoppable" so many times before it gets annoying.

Ofc I have my own personal interpretation that makes me enjoy his character progression in the war arc (something something turning himself into smth less and less human as he abandons and paternalizes humanity, something something becoming almost a caricature of his reputation and thus a shell of his former self) but looking at it objectively... he peaked at the susano'o unveiling and after that he just became annoying skfjskhfkshfs. I'm not even gonna mention Juubi!Madara. I try to forget he exists most of the time.

Favorite relationship:

With Hashirama, obviously, since that's the one we get to see develop meaningfully. I'd be a lot more invested in his relationship with Izuna if Izuna just had more screentime. I mean I have headcanons on what their relationship might've looked like but headcanons aren't what's actually written in the manga.

Favorite headcanon:

This isn't a Madara-specific headcanon but I've been obsessed with the Uchiha as songbirds headcanon for 2 days. It's just perfect to me. Anyways this is what I think Madara's singing voice sounds like approximately

Just probably deeper-sounding than this. But definitely powerful, and with a good growl to it.

[teeto-peteto]

…Out of curiosity, what’s your least favourite skin line?

ah i see... blood, i like that.

Ok so i hate Riot and i like destroying like a kaiju with rabies so, i consider a skinline something that has at least 2 sets, cause saying Zenith Games would be repetitive and we all know that was a literal crime. So if i had to say one, Project.

Okay, the first release of Project was good, i dont really remember if i saw the release when i started playing, but the initial skins were good. The colors were well put on, the whole mecha but prothesic but futuristic stuff was well glued together, the designs were neat! They were simpler, but well put together. The only itch i have is that they made women have like, at least the half down of her face uncovered while the men champions get all their face covered. But yeah, Riot making gendered accentuations in skins, we have been knew, it keeps happening.

Master Yi and Ashe were cool when they came out eventually, again i think they are neat (gendered nonetheless) and Yi had cool interactions, Ashe had that toggle where she uncovers/covers with her hood when surrounded by enemies or being alone, wich is cool for a legendary skin from back in the day.

Vayne, Vi and Jhin were also good, Jhin is iconic, i think Vayne has a good skin, Vi went kinda on the irrelevant hole but its a neat skin nonetheless. See this is exactly what happends in all of the skinlines riot has exploited. They make good shit until they realize they can milk fans EVEN MORE and then start to get lazy.

I dont understand the downgrade with the next skin set. It was hideous, they made Pyke so dirty with a literal scam skin that recycles the default animations a lot of the time but still costs 15 dollars, and the whole story was very mushy imo. The gender remark on the skins started to get frustrating. Cause of course Irelia is pink cause shes a woman and she's also showing her face, Fiora was pink. Katarina is also pink. Jinx is purple thank god but thats probably because she was released alongside Irelia because in another case they would have made her PINK cause she's a GIRL. On the other hand Akali is there and everyone has ONE colour just not to mess up with the palette but they give her BLUE hair and RED weapons. Honey just pick a damn fucking colour you cant have both.

Since then everything has been crashing down, honestly i cant remember when did Katarina and Ekko appear but they were before Pyke and his gang release and i dont think they are bad skins entirely i just think its obvious that Kata is pink. At least they also show Ekko's half face.

There's this weird ass change (i didnt read the lore nor i care but...) were they were like robots at first and there was also human characters and now they're just HUMAN CHARACTERS or human characters stuck in ANIMAL MECHA SUITS im loosing a braincell typing this. Project Mordekaiser? They said it was the best skin in the whole game. Im not anyone to interfere on their opinion and i think their opinion is great but here's my angry opinion: Bullshit, fan inflated, male character oogabooga, if they did same with a female character everyone would be zzz. Project Renekton is eh? Project Warwick is also an eh? No clue why they started with a lets make the animal characters in project and put guys inside like. They dont know about the springlocks wink wink. I often forget Sejuani exists in this universe but yeah she has a robot pig. Or is it a guy in four inside a pig suit? Tell me cause i didnt get the memo quite well. Senna is purple cause making her pink was going to be obvious and anyway doesnt fit her aesthetic but its also a forgettable skin, at leasy you can pair it with Lucian, her face being shown of course cause yeah Riot being creative. Project Sylas is HIDEOUS i've never seen such a terrible concept of a skin he's just himself in his canon outfit but with changed colours and they keep trying to sell it to me for 10 dollars. Project Varus is literally the same as Akali but less painful, honey just pick a colour you cant be blue and yellow. Icky.

In conclusion: Girls in mecha futuristic suits show their faces cause they are too pretty to be covered even when there are laser blasters and stuff falling from the ceiling. Sylas is shirtless and thats his entire personality in the skinline. They made Pyke dirty (honestly this is my most painful statement, im drying my tears with my Project: Pyke and his 7 chromas). There are guys inside animal suits but Bristle is there so i just raise my eyebrow in confusion. Mordekaiser being the best thing to ever happen to humanity after the discovery of fire according to the fans. Etc

Anyway, set in on fire.

[serpentcoded]

How I've come to follow Hekate, part 2

Fast forward to late August of this year. My house is a fucking mess. I have trouble cleaning, due to trauma inflicted on me by a parent who was obsessive about cleaning but that's not what this is about. The point is, I rarely clean, and my house sucks. I get the sudden impulse to just. Clean. Anything. So I've started in the kitchen, deep cleaning and disinfecting things, taking care of dishes we've (M and I) let pile up. Then I move on to the living room and tackle the bookshelf, which is full of books I don't actually want, and there's no room for the books I would like to actually display.

I start pulling them off the shelves to donate. There's also some other shit on there, figurines and dead roses and random bits of whatever. And while I'm cleaning the non-book items off of the shelves, I find a Catholic medal. I'm not sure what they're called, I'm not Catholic, which is why this is so weird.

I don't know where it came from. I ask M, who is technically Catholic but has never been practicing. But they've never seen it before either. I show it to my mother later, and she thinks it might have been my great great grandmother's, but I don't remember anyone ever giving it to me, so it's still kind of a mystery. Fastforward a little more. Now it's the night of the full moon. Everything is normal, I've cleaned a bit more, I've made dinner, and I've just been on voice chat with my long distance fiance (I was polyamorous just a short time ago, but not anymore. You'll see soon). M says they want to talk to me so I'm like okay, great, what's up? This is when they drop the nuke on my world and tell me they don't love me anymore. Now, we had recently discussed this. And we agreed the love we have isn't conventional love, and I had been under the impression that after that conversation, we were in a QPR. But apparently not. WIthout getting into details, they basically told me there was no love there anymore, romantic or otherwise. They still wanted to be friends, but it wasn't the kind of platonic love I though we both felt. So that was one of the worst nights of my life. We had been together a little over ten years, and had been living together for ten years. I've not worked since 2012, most of my IRL friends have moved or had kids and don't talk to me anymore. I don't have a license because I never learned to drive, and then figured I would never be able to afford a car anyway. For the last decade, M has supported me entirely. And now, without warning, I have to figure out how I'm going to survive. For now, I'm living here and we're living as roommates. But I'm aware that there is a blade hanging over my head, and that they could ask me to leave at any moment. So I'm looking for remote work (we live in a rural area and there's nothing for me here), brushing up on the graphic design skills I learned in school over a decade ago and haven't really put to much use since then, all while trying to deal with the pain of mourning the death of a longterm relationship while still having to see and interact with them every day. Also, we have two cats. So I'm worried about what will happen to them when I leave -- will we split them up? Will one of us get both of them? It's very stressful. A couple days ago (I can't remember the exact date, it's all been a blur lately), I pull out my Daemon Tarot oracle. I haven't used it in forever, but I ask for guidance. One of the cards I pull mentions a powerful woman. There are no powerful women in my life. My mother is the only woman in my life, and she is far from powerful. That's when it clicks. I wonder if the woman is actually a goddess. I wonder if it's Hekate. (This reading was done impulsively and unfortunately I don't have a photo of it) Later, maybe the next day, just before bed, I pull out my Wild Unknown deck, my favorite tarot deck and the one that's always been the easiest for me to read intuitively. And I ask Hekate directly if she is the cause of - or at the very least influenced - my current situation. The reading was extremely insightful and was an undeniable "Yes".

And it comforts me. It looks like a frightening reading upon first glance, but it really isn't. It's reassuring. And that was the first night since the breakup that I went to bed without crying, and the next morning was the first morning that I didn't need to cry and lie in bed for an hour before getting up and being a person. Things have been getting easier since then. I've been focused on reading some graphic design books to catch up on current trends and refresh myself on basic design principles. I've been saving jobs to apply for once I build a new portfolio I'm confident in. I don't feel like I want to die every time I interact with M, though the resentment is still there. It's still awkward, but doesn't feel like a knife in my chest. I still get the waves of sadness, mostly at night, because I'm not going to get over everything that fast, not after ten years with them, but I'm starting to feel now like I can get through it. And I have two people to thank for that: my wonderful, beautiful, loving and supportive fiance @principaliteas who has been there to talk me down and ground me in reality and reassure me that I can do this, that I'll be okay, and that in the end we'll be together (he lives in a different country and we've been trying to make my immigrating possible for a few years now), and Hekate. Now that it's over, I don't think I would want to go back. Part of that reading said that this has been a long time coming, and I've just been delaying the inevitable, perhaps even for years. I needed Hekate to give me the push I needed to stop settling for a life I wasn't happy with and start taking real, actionable steps toward the life I want, with the person I really want to be with more than anything. I believe the cleaning impulse was her, too. She was pushing me to prepare for a big change, and the cleaning helped elevate my mood. Maybe I needed that to keep the crash of the breakup from sending me to absolute rock bottom. And I think the Mary medal was her, too. I think it is her, even if it isn't. I'm wearing it now, alongside the small snake charm I always wear, which is fitting, I think. And maybe this is what it took for me to finally hear her, and feel her, and understand what that medium told me almost 6 years ago. After all of that, how could I not follow her?

[survivor-trinidad-and-tobago]

Episode 3: "I put my entire calypsussy into this challenge"—Zee

In this round: A twist splits the two tribes into three; Kolby and Champ sow the seeds to gaslight Alex at merge; Drea is medically evacuated in the middle of the challenge, leaving Raffy to take on the editing role for the Movie Trailer challenge; Nick shows up the day before the challenge is due with an entirely new, AI-generated script for consideration, then gets sick and doesn't submit any footage for the challenge; Kathryn offers herself up for tribute when Maracas inevitably loses; and Colin finds an idol—hope they make good use of it later!

Soca Confessionals

Alex

Well, my game just changed by a fucking lot. I just lost my entire alliance AND Champ. I at least have Steven, who kind of got me into this mess, and Kaleigh but I haven't talked game with her at all. I've gotta assume Steven has been talking with her through the screen cap challenge so I hope we can stick together. They're at least both strong in challenges. But Champ let me know that Raffy is here to play and that he plays WELL, so I've either gotta go for him first or figure out what I can do to get on his good side. I've at least got an extra vote, and I'm gonna be "transparent" about my shot in the dark because in a 3 v 3 at tribal I have to assume they'd think it be reckless and selfish to ever use. Okay. I can do this.

Michael

I really like Alex and Kaleigh. My biggest allies were Drea and Raffy, but drea had to leave so that kind of messed some things up. I don't feel super secure. Probably going to have to flip and go Raffy when it comes to it. The other 3 seem too tight. Raffy is my biggest threat since we are the only 2 Calypso left on this tribe. We're both targets. My path to the end is going to be paved with friendship and challenge wins. Will hunt when I have time!

Kaleigh

what a wild ride it’s been!! okay we swapped groups and now my tribe is me, steven, alex, michael, and raffy. i’ve learned (thru steven who learned from taffy) that zee is siblings w aj which blew my mind. INFORMATION! ummm alex and steven and i have a little original soca 3 alliance, still have not been to tribal, andddd I MISS ZEE!!!! their lil wes anderson video was so cuteeeee.

last night i was up late and was (i think) the first person to see that we have another boat excursion. my thinking was, OH, YAY, I’VE NEVER BEEN AROUND WHEN A BOAT CAME ! bc the two other times we’ve had a boat come the first person to respond and be like “i’ll go!” ended up going. so i was like, ok, i’m not gonna say i wanna go cuz i kinda don’t, and steven’s already been on an excursion, and i do nottttt want any kind of advantage to be outside of my soca alliance, so i’m just gonna respond and vote for alex and then everyone else will and we’ll all be good. NOPE! in the morning raffy responds and is like “i kinda wanted to go” LMAO BABE? WHAT? SORRY, NO. so alex and steven both msg me and are like uhhh what are u doing LMFAOOOOO LIKE ALEX DEFINITELY DID NOT WANT TO GO AND STEVEN WAS LIKE ?????? DOES ALEX WANT TO GO?????? oopsies. anyway so i told them both i was just up late and eager to not let michael or raffy get an advantage. steven was like ok makes sense , but alex was sooooooo resistant bc he did the hero challenge and got a shot in the dark, like he even suggested that he vote for raffy in the hopes of doing a split? absolutely not! anyway this was my first time feeling like a messy bitch in the game cuz i clearly pissed off or at least ruffled the feathers of my soca alliance with my 2am decision to throw Alex’s name out there and vote for him for the excursion.

okay what else… i like michael, he seems chill and we talked a little about tv stuff. i get the distinct feeling that raffy has zero interest in working with me. steven and alex have both mentioned talking to him privately about the game and i’m like bro he rly isn’t talking to me LMAO like his bio is like “i’m a book nerd!” so i messaged him day 1 and was like omg me too, u reading anything good? and he was like no i’ve been busy. and the convo died right there LMAO which like, sure ok, ur busy… but i’ve never met a book nerd who didn’t like LEAAAPPPPPPP on a chance to talk to another book person about their favs or what they’ve been reading or whatever. so yeah that feels a little sticky bc it seems like raffy is talking about the game with evvvvveryone in my tribe except me. BUT i feel good about my alliance with steven and alex and hopefully zee and champ toooooooooooooo if i make it to the mergey merge.

also i found a dog thanks to zee, NOW WE HAVE A DOG! the vote for keeping it or not hasn’t concluded but hopefully the dog will stay? like who’s gonna vote no for the dog? come on. anyway strongest allies rn are steven and alex and hopefully zee - if i HAD to target someone it would be raffy only bc it *rly* feels like he doesn’t want to work w me, but i’m def not targeting him rn bc i know he’s allied w steven and possibly alex too and their numbers are my numbers rn ((i think)).

let’s see, who are the biggest threats… zee, i’m starting to think steven, and also maybe alex… why am i just naming my literal closest allies LMFAOOOOOOOJFKDLSAJFDKLSFJDKLAS i didn’t even mean to do that. i guess i’m just seeing UP CLOSE more of their game play than anyone else’s so i’m like OH UR RLY PAYING ATTN!! you know i will say that the idea of voting off someone i'm close w sends a chill down my spine. like i literally don't think i could vote for steven or zee at this point. okay well there’s my update

Raffy

Ok I have a lot to say. So from this tribe swap, I actually didn’t mind how I got swapped. Steven was with me and Andrea was with me. I didn’t feel swap screwed and felt that I was in a good position to survive till either merge or the next swap. However, then Andrea had to leave game. Now I kind of feel all alone. Sure there’s Michael but I don’t really know where I stand with him. And Steven does have some connections with Kaleigh and Alex from original tribes. I’m definitely worried about next tribal.

I did find like 4 advantages though! One challenge advantage, one transparent advantage, one advantage to talk to someone on another tribe, and an idol! So I’m swimming in riches at this point. I feel much more confident with these tools by my side.

During the challenge, my tribe was a little annoying with getting good clips that weren’t bad. Also not Kaleigh just outright refusing to send me b-roll lol. That rubbed me the wrong way. And I wish I pushed more for not doing vertical cause it did look bad and had to use some BS excuse on the judges so they wouldn’t dock too many points. Right now my tribe rankings goes as follows from best to “I wanna vote out first”: Steven, Alex, Michael, Kaleigh. I put Kaleigh in the bottom because early in the morning she locked in her vote for Alex to go on the excursion without discussing it with anyone! Like that’s shady and lets me know they might be working together. Well now I wanna go on excursion so that duo doesn’t get their way.

Steven

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Calypso Confessionals

Champ

Omg where do I start… Steven and Astyn go on an excursion and then the tribe splits and STEVEN DOESNT PICK ME? NAHHH omg I got stuck on the inactive tribe lmfao but I’m so glad tribes split evenly and I got Zee on my tribe cuz the girl is putting in the mother fucking work, the Marcas tribe or whatever’s video was so bad that it should’ve been a comedy, I was laughing so hard(sorry that’s kinda mean but I mean it with love). Anywayyys Kolby and I planned to spread lies to our tribes in hopes of making things less boring lol. Jacks cool, Colin’s cool, Zee’s cool, Lexi’s cool, Astyn doesn’t talk lmfao and the clip of the white wall when Zee wanted an esthetic background had me DEAD

Lexi

Okay the movie challenge was so cool. Zee once again took the lead in a way that I so appreciated, she really made the whole challenge so easy for everyone else. I feel like I’ll always feel confident if I’m in the same tribe as Zee.

Zee

I put my entire calypsussy into this challenge, and it paid off 😎

Astyn

Colin

I FOUND AN IDOLLLL

i'm so EXCITED. right before a swap, this is perfect timing. it's gonna be so hard for me but I'm gonna try my best to not say anything about it to anyone.

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I was feelin really nervous for this challenge because it seemed like Zee was literally doing all the work. but sis came THROUGH. the trailer turned out so so cool and WE WON!!

first round i don't have to go to tribal!! i'm gonna enjoy my lil break hehe

Jack

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Maracas Confessionals

Kolby

Eman

Things what happened to me today 1 - A bird flew into our picture window and died 2 - My crutches fell and knocked over my tumbler of cold brew 3 - I dumped the very last of my loose powder all over the bathroom floor 4 - I tore one of my two remaining pair of jeans 5 - My favorite necklace broke 6 - I got ripped from the clutches of my tribe

1 and 6 upset me the most. Though 5 has me pretty unhappy as well.

As I write this I don't even know where I've landed yet.

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Seriously - that's what I feel like this morning. Everyone's favorite ACE auntie eman is having a very rough time being positive this morning, but that doesn't mean I'll stop trying.

But if something doesn't give soon the carrot may have to give way for the stick because I can only try the same thing so many times before I question whether I'm giving way to insanity.

Anyway . . . TONY and I are getting on very well. And I've had a few good one-on-one conversations with Kolby(!) (who is probably too young to know why the exclamation point after his name makes me giggle with memories of a failed presidential run from a former governor of Florida) and I wish he would engage as actively in the primary chat.

Tanner also started a chat with me and then ghosted after I replied. I've called Kathryn out in the primary but I might try something with her privately today--bonding over the shared "mom" role or something cuz I refuse to just give up. Yeah, I'm kinda bummed at being abandoned (although I did tell Steven I would accept his decision regardless, and part of me maybe wonders if he let me go because he knew I would fare well on my own and could then come back, so it just means Astyn didn't do their homework and/or Steven persuaded them not to pick me--and/or based on my bio I was unappealing . . . there's a lot of ways I could read this, and--like I said, I'm trying to stay positive and keep fighting). Now to go back to trying to be the fluffer and puffer upper . . .

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So, after my confession yesterday morning, I was so excited to suddenly hear from Kathryn (and she seems super-fun, just getting that out there).

And then . . . more crickets. I keep ping-ponging between hopeful and hopeless. But we've got 36 hours to hammer this out, so I'm not gonna give up. And if I have to pull this together with stock footage, team photos and my own narration I will. And we've got somewhere between a 20% and a 35% advantage so that's gotta count for something.

But seriously folks - stop expecting me to do your emotional labor; it's sexist and lazy. So when I ask how you want to participate, don't turn it back on me to find a role for you. I expect me to tell you how you want to participate, what're you good at? What are you comfortable with? HOW DO YOU WANT TO PARTICIPATE.

But no - I gotta make a good impression and get along and get the thing done, and these people are virtual (and virtual) strangers, so I'll do your emotional labor, but I'm gonna remember that you're making me do it (Tanner, Nick, and even you Kolby).

(I will neither confirm nor deny that this might also be the order in which I'm targeting folks should we wind up going to tribal)

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I don't normally do these, but since i had my phone out for other reasons... get a view of my backyard, a glamour shot of my damned foot, and my rambling opinion about everything.

Tanner

I need to make my new tribe feel connected to me

Tony

We just finished the movie trailer challenge and that was a doozy. I feel like we tried our best but didn’t get the full support/assistance from the tribe. This will be our first tribal council so hopefully I’m still here to write my next confessional

Nick

I hate throwing up. It's my least favorite activity.

Eman

HAHAHAHAH!!

The best laid plans.

I was fully ready to cast a vote for either Tanner or Nick, and then Kathryn, delightful Kathryn, had to go and volunteer to get voted off.

And with regret, I'm going to accept the offer - because why waste capital (and my extra vote) trying to change a sure thing.

And even if I think Kathryn at her perceived uselessness will still be more useful than Nick or Tanner, I am not going to tell someone else they're wrong, nor am I going to have them resent me by going against their own wishes.

At least I'm still alive. With an extra vote and a 10% advantage going into the next challenge.

I'm also bizarrely optimistic about my chances of surviving on this non-participatory tribe and making the merge . . . and then who knows!

Kathryn

So, this was a chaotic time. We swapped around tribes a couple times and then got set with a "challenging challenge" with a very short time limit (ಥ⌣ಥ). I can't believe we managed to get a movie trailer made in just a couple days, and everyone actually helped out in making it! Color me surprised ( ﾟДﾟ). But I'm really happy with the tribe members I ended up with, they're all pretty awesome! ( ᐛ ) Everyone worked really hard on the trailer, and I still can't believe we had such a master of acting on our team ( Tony, you're a savant ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ). And Emily got everything so quickly edited, managing to work with the rest of us giving her clips last minute (especially me!), I think they really carried the team in this round. It was a ton of fun making the trailer, and everyone really put themselves out there. I believe I'll be the one getting voted off this round, but it's all good since I'll be moving on to greater things, like long plane rides, and babysitting. So I wish the remainders luck now while I still can! Good luck guys, you can definitely reach the final rounds! (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

Tribal

Tribal Council was non-live. Answers to questions are here:

Votes:

Kathryn: Tony (Ain’t nobody voting for Tony, so if I vote for him, he can’t possibly get voted off. I wanted to vote for myself here, but the host gods refuse me my spoils. Sorry Tony, I hope this doesn’t affect you!)

eman: Kathryn (I respect you, which makes this both hard and easy. Easy because I respect you enough to not second-guess what you've clearly communicated you want. Hard, because I respect you enough that I would've preferred to keep you around.)

Tanner: Kathryn (I’m doing this since you asked to get voted out)

Tony: Kathryn (sorry you couldn’t have stuck around longer but I respect your wishes)

Kolby: Kathryn (i actually liked you and if i got to pick, you TOTALLY wouldn’t have been the one i wanted to go but you offered yourself up and i love an easy vote. especially pre merge!)

Nick: Self-Vote

[sarahscribbles]

Sarah I'm here to bother you and...you'll hate me for it but I'm doing it anyway yknow?

Okay, your nice NSFW filthy prompts, mm yes its a wonderful post.

Anyway, now that I've been intrigued-

Would you so ever kindly write 1, 2 and 11 (bc im filthy like that-) for Loki?

Because........why would I pass up the chance?

Anyway I'll go away now

-Clem

Burned

Prompts: "Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

"Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

"Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy.”

(I have played around with these a little so they won't be word for word!)

Loki x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5.8k

Loki Masterlist

It had been nothing but a joke. 

A stupid, painfully transparent attempt to elicit some small degree of jealousy in him and maybe, hopefully, be dragged back to your room for some angry sex. He knew that you loved him, that you would set the entire world ablaze if he asked you to, so you had been certain that your little joking flirtation with someone that wasn’t him would lead to nothing but difficulty walking properly for a few days. 

Though, with the way Loki was now staring at you, you were beginning to believe that you had sorely miscalculated. 

“You want me to fuck you?” he repeated your words from only seconds earlier, his voice deadly quiet. “Darling, having me fuck you is a reward. Do you think you deserve it after that little stunt you just pulled?”

His cool fingers firmly clasped your chin, leaving you with little other option than holding his gaze and watching his green eyes glitter dangerously. “Maybe I don’t, but that rock pressing against me tells me you’re going to anyway.” You smirked up at him, though the narrowing of his eyes had you fearing you may have just dug your own grave. 

He jerked your chin up a fraction higher, his warm breath fanning across the tip of your nose. “Do I look like I’m playing, pet? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

You inhaled sharply, feeling a dull throbbing begin between your legs. So far, his threats of punishment had been just that: threats. He had never actually followed through with them, something that easily emboldened you. This time would be no different; he wouldn’t actually punish you.

“Oh, no. Are you going to punish me? What are you going to do, Loki? Spank me? Whip me, maybe?” you replied, sarcasm dripping from every word that left your lips. 

Loki’s hand fell from your chin and he took a single step back from you. “Take your clothes off. Right now.” His voice was firm and his eyes steely as they held yours. 

He wasn’t fucking around this time. 

Hot arousal blazed through you, sending your heart hammering like a drum in your chest and soaking your underwear. Rarely had he ever sounded so demanding; it almost had your knees give way underneath you. You unzipped the dress you were wearing, letting it fall from your body and pool at your feet, meeting Loki’s eyes as the material ghosted over your bare legs. 

“Keep going,” he instructed at your brief hesitation. 

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you expecting me to say “yes, Sir?” you said before you could stop yourself. 

Loki’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a smile. “I’m expecting you to stop being a brat and do as I tell you.” 

“Your expectations are too high,” you deadpanned, letting your bra and underwear quickly follow your dress until you stood naked before him. 

His eyes travelled slowly over you, desire flaming in his green eyes as though he hadn’t seen you like this a thousand times before. While once his intense gaze would have had you blush and desperately try to cover yourself, now it only made you grow a little taller in the knowledge that it was your body and your skin igniting such raw, primal longing in him. 

“Beautiful,” he said softly, stepping back in front of you and trailing his fingertips lightly up the inside of your thigh until he reached your clit. Your hips rolled instinctively for more when he began to trace teasing little circles. “And always so ready for me,” he said, removing his fingers far too soon and cleaning them off in his own mouth. The sight almost had you whimpering. 

“Are you going to fuck me, or just stand there fantasising about it?” you challenged, voice turning hoarse from the featherlight touch against your thigh that had been enough to ignite a burning need for him

A wicked grin spread across his face and he clasped your chin loosely between his fingers once more. “Oh, my sweet little whore, what a wonderfully ironic choice of words,” he said. 

Your heart began to beat wildly, threatening to break free from your chest. Maybe you hadn’t miscalculated.

Maybe angry, possessive sex was exactly what you were going to get. 

“Well, don’t let me -”, you began.

Before the sentence could even leave your mouth, Loki bent to grasp you easily behind the knees and throw you over his shoulder, knocking the breath firmly from your lungs. You barely had a second to protest or brace against his back before he tossed you lightly onto the bed against the pile of throw pillows. Not for the first time you were reminded of how easy it would be for him to overpower you, to break you like you were nothing more than a delicate piece of china. He would rather die, of course, than ever hurt you, but the knowledge that he possessed the strength…

You shivered against the sheets. 

Loki remained towering over you at the foot of the bed, silent while his green eyes glittered wickedly and his long, nimble fingers unfastened his belt, pulling it from the loops in one swift motion. 

The quiet sound of it hitting the air had something in your lower stomach twist. “Are you going to spank me, my prince?” you taunted him. 

He let the belt drop to the floor, the silver buckle clanging threateningly off the wooden floorboards. “I think you’d enjoy that far too much, my little masochist.” Your mocking smile faltered for the briefest of seconds, but Loki’s keen gaze caught it like a predator surely catches it prey. “You’re in quite the predicament, aren’t you, pet? I can practically hear the wheels in that pretty little head of yours turning: just what am I going to do to you?” His voice was like velvet as he taunted you, its softness a sharp contrast to the blazing look in his eyes as they trailed hungrily over your naked body. 

You propped up on your elbows just as his knee sank into the mattress between your legs, and all too easily he was hovering above you, pinning you to the bed with just a look. There was another shimmer of green as his remaining clothes disappeared into the air. 

He grasped both your hands in his, making you fall softly back against the pillows. “Am I going to restrain you to the bed? Tie one of your mortal toys between your legs and make you come again and again until you offer me anything to stop?” he murmured, placing your wrists against the headboard with one hand. You felt a faint glow of warmth beneath your skin accompanied by the unmistakable shimmer of Loki’s magic. 

Like countless times before, your hands were secured to the solid beam of wood by silk ties. 

“Or,” he continued, his fingers now settling between your legs to trace teasing patterns against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He drifted so wonderfully close to where you burned for him, only to retreat back down your thigh without so much as grazing you. “Am I going to bring you to the brink of pleasure over and over, getting you closer every time, but never letting you have your release, hmm?” 

“Loki!” you groaned, tugging roughly against the silk ties to pull them taut. “Stop fucking around.”

Still hovering over you, his strong arms caging you to the mattress, Loki’s lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, my darling, I’m only getting started with what I have planned for you,” he purred. “I told you that having me fuck you is a reward, didn’t I?” 

“Then hurry up and start rewarding me, my prince.” Your words held a distinct bite of frustration, the arousal flowing forcefully through your blood robbing you of any attempt to tease or taunt him back. You ached too badly for him, for his mouth, for his cock.  

“I have no intention of rewarding you after the little performance you put on tonight,” he replied easily, the same taunting smirk still on his face. He rested back on his heels and your eyes instantly dropped to his cock standing proud and erect. A fiery heat rolled torturously through you.

Another deep flash of green light drew your eyes back to his hand where you saw the familiar thick material dangling from his fingertips. You inhaled deeply. 

He really wasn’t fucking around tonight. 

“Oh yes, pet,” he said quietly, as though he had read your thoughts, and leaned back in to take your sight. 

Slowly, rich jade green silk settled over your eyes, the smooth material easily obscuring your vision and painting your whole world black. Loki’s long fingers secured it comfortably behind your head, his hand instantly dropping to draw soothing little circles over your hip to still the initial uneasiness that always arose at the sudden darkness; a silent gesture of promise that he was still there. 

Gently, as though you were a delicate china doll, he adjusted your head against the pillows, ensuring that there was nothing that would tug or poke or cause any pain that he himself wasn’t invoking. 

“Beautiful, my darling,” he murmured, bending down to capture your lips in a kiss so chaste that his earlier words and promises slipped wholly from your mind. 

You would have been more than content to simply let him kiss you, so when his lips left yours you audibly whined. “Kiss me again,” you begged hoarsely, not ready to give up the feel of his mouth on yours. 

A puff of his breath hit your face as he laughed quietly. “Do you think you deserve another kiss?” he asked, tracing the backs of his fingers idly along your thigh. 

The tiniest sound of discontent escaped you, your brow knitting together over the top of your blindfold. You were craving him in the most innocent way, desiring nothing more than the feel of his mouth against yours. Surely he wouldn’t deny you that?

“Yes,” you answered simply, all your earlier bravado having disappeared like smoke in the wind. 

He laughed softly again, but you could already feel the brush of his hair against your shoulders. “I’m inclined to agree with you this time, my darling,” he replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

The mattress shifted slightly beneath you and quickly, wondrously, his lips returned to yours. Your own parted easily for him, drinking in the taste of him, the feel of him. You would never be able to get enough. His kiss was deep and oh so slow, as though the hands of time had stopped and all that mattered to him was savouring the taste of your lips. The need to wrap your arms around him and pull him as close as physically possible to you was nearly overpowering, making a pleading whimper sound against his lips. 

Another rumble of laughter shook his chest and he pulled back from you once more. “Distracting me won’t work,” he chimed softly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. 

“I wasn’t trying to distract you,” you said, desperately trying to reach forward and claim his lips again, though your bound wrists effectively pinned you to the bed. 

“Remember who you’re talking to, darling,” he replied, his lips now beginning to press softly to your collarbone. 

Right. 

The God of Lies. 

“Fine!” you huffed, letting your head fall back against the pillows with a quiet thump.

“We are feeling rather bratty tonight, aren’t we?” he said smoothly, his warm mouth now at your breasts indicating that he was slowly making his way down your body. 

You arched into him when his tongue, wet and hot, swirled around one erect nipple. “Maybe you should fuck the brat out of me then,” you said, gasping softly when his fingers began to pluck and twist at the other. 

“Maybe I will” he replied, sinking his teeth into sensitive skin to draw a yelp from you. 

You shivered at his words, burning with the anticipation of what they were promising and almost giddy from knowing he had only been teasing about not fucking you. Lazily, his lips left a wet trail down your stomach until he stopped between your legs and you felt him use his fingers to easily part you, exposing you fully to him. 

“Soaked,” he murmured. “Who are you this soaked for, darling?” he asked. You bucked suddenly against the sheets when you felt the lightest flick of his tongue against your clit. 

“You, Loki!” you moaned, hips lifting off the bed in a desperate search for more. 

“Again,” he said, giving another tiny flick of his tongue.  

“It’s for you! It’s always for you!” you said. 

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, beginning to trace his tongue in teasing little circles. 

“You!” you cried out, trying with all your might to grind against his face. 

He pulled back for the briefest of seconds, enough to make you whine pitifully. “Let me hear you say it, pet.” 

“I belong to you, Loki!” 

You heard him hum his agreement between your legs. “That’s right. You’re mine. I think a little reminder of that might be what you need, hmm?” 

He didn’t wait for your answer, instead placed his tongue firm and flat against your cunt, effectively pulling any coherant thought completely from your head. The silk around your eyes only intensified every tormenting swirl and torturous flick. Loki could play your body like a violin, your soft sighs and whimpers being the only music he needed to follow, and before long he was driving you hard and fast towards the delicious edge of pleasure. 

You gasped out his name in a silent plea for more, a plea for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing. You were so close. 

“So close.” You murmured. “So close, Loki,” you continued to breathe out. 

Your back lifted into an almost perfect arch off the bed, your bound hands curling into tight fists as the tidal wave of pleasure steadily built. He had you right there…you were right there…right…

“No,” he purred, his mouth leaving your dripping cunt. 

You deflated against the bed, answering him with an anguised groan. “Don’t be an ass, Loki, please!” you pleaded. 

“Oh, my darling, I did warn you that I’m only getting started with you,” he taunted. His lips were quickly on yours again, the sharp tang of your own arousal coating his tongue. All the while, two slim fingers slipped inside you, hooking up expertly and making the breath catch in your throat. “Tell me again who you belong to.” 

“I belong to you,” you answered easily, close to breathless and rolling your hips to meet every pump of his fingers. 

“And who is the only person who gets to fuck this pretty cunt?” he continued, his fingers slowly beginning to pick up speed inside you. 

“You, Loki. Only you,” your voice was little more than a whisper floating from your lips. “Please, faster,” you begged him. 

He obliged easily. If you hadn’t been so lost to the feeling of being propelled towards your release, you would have noticed that he obliged a little too easily seeing as he loved nothing more than delaying your pleasure until you were practically crying with desperation. 

You were soon keening under his fingers, lips rounded in a silent scream as the pressure in your core kept building and building. 

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Loki’s voice cooed at you, so close that you knew he was watching every microexpression that flickered across your face. 

“Y..yes!” you stuttured out, bracing for the wondrous release that was only mere seconds away. 

“That’s too bad, isn’t it?” he said in the same mocking voice, removing his fingers from you without ceremony. Tears formed instantly in the back of your eyes at once again having your pleasure so cruelly ripped from your grasp. 

“Loki!” you whined, thrashing wildly in the sheets. “Please!”

“Please, what, darling?” he asked, feinging innocence. You felt the mattress shift beneath you again as he stood from the bed, the absence of any further sound telling you he remained where he stood, watching you. 

There was a faint shift in the energy of the room, goosebumps erupting over your skin as he used his magic. You could only imagine what sort of toy he had conjured to torture you further…

“Please fuck me,” you begged pathetically, the ache between your legs burning stronger with each passing second and reminding you of just how joyously close to a release you had been. 

“But, darling,” Loki answered, a hint of disbelief creeping in his voice, “I am fucking you.”

You went still against the sheets, every wheel in your brain turning to try and work out what he meant. He wasn’t fucking you, he wasn’t even touching you. “Loki, wha…” you tried to speak, still furiously trying to work out what he meant. 

“I am fucking you,” he repeated in the same easy voice. 

The room was silent as you fought desperately to find meaning in his words, the only sound being that of your own breathing as you repeated them over and over in your head. Only when you were seconds away from admitting defeat and on the precipice of begging him for understanding did the silk blindfold begin to evaporate from over your eyes, disappearing particle by tiny particle until you were presented with a clear look at what he was doing. 

Fresh, burning arousal pooled instantly between your thighs when you took in the sight of him at the end of the bed. 

He stood there fully naked, glossy black curls tousled around his face, and wrapped in his arms, head thrown back against his shoulder in apparent pleasure, was you. 

His arms were wrapped securely around her - your - body, his long, slim fingers slotted easily between the clone’s legs to massage her clit. She gave a soft moan of pleasure, rocking her hips against each thrust of his hand, to which he only gave her more.

You could only watch in stunned silence as he pleasured her, your mind too consumed with the sight of yourself locked in Loki’s arms while you were somehow still bound to the bed. 

“What is it, pet?” Loki taunted, his fingers between your clone’s thighs picking up speed and making her whimper in his arms. “Have I never shown you this little trick of mine? How impolite of me,” he said, feigning shock. Your eyes were locked on his fingers and how they expertly pleasured your clone, filling the room with her soft gasps and moans of pleasure, and leaving you yearning for his cock. 

“Loki…” you whined pitifully, tugging fruitlessly against your restraints. 

“Yes?” he asked, his face now buried in the clones neck, kissing her on the exact spot that always sent a shiver of excitement shooting down your spine.

“You’ve made your point,” you pleaded, silently begging him with your eyes to stop torturing you.

He laughed in reply, a low, quiet sound that told you he thought otherwise. “I disagree,” he said simply. You watched him guide your clone towards the end of the bed, somewhat mesmerised by how well your body moudled to his. He placed a hand flat on her back, bending her over until her hands landed between your spread legs with a soft thump against the sheets. “You said I should fuck the brat out of you, pet. Why don’t you be a good girl and watch me?” He wound his hand into her hair, pulling her head back to make hold direct eye contact with yourself. 

“That’s…that’s not what I meant,” you replied weakly. 

“You should choose your words more carefully.” He smirked at you, the unmistakable glint of mischief glittering in his green eyes. He adjusted her arms on the bed, pushing her forward by the tiniest degree to leave you with an unobstructed view as he prepared to take her from behind. “Look at you, darling. Look how eagerly you respond to my every touch. Always so ready to please your god.” 

You could do nothing but look, close to enthralled by how you reacted beneath him, how you bent and moved smoothly at every press of his fingertips to your skin, like he was the puppetmaster and you his willing doll. 

From the top of your vision, you could see his mischievous smirk. “Good girl,” he praised you softly. “Keep your eyes on her. I want you watching your own face while I fuck you.” 

One hand remained planted on the small of her back, while with the other he began to guide his cock towards her entrance. He wasn’t touching you, wasn’t laying so much as a finger on you, but still you could feel his phantom touch burn against your skin. When your clone released a soft sigh of contentment and her fingers bunched up in the rumpled sheets, you knew he was teasingly stroking the head of his cock through her folds. A whimper left you before you even recognised it in your throat, followed in close tandem by your hips bucking wildly off the bed. 

Loki gave a small, mocking “tut”. “You can’t feel a thing, can you, darling?” he taunted. 

“No,” you whimpered, your voice sounding pathetic even to your own ears. 

His face twisted with feigned concern. “Poor thing,” he said, curling his fingers around your clone’s hips for leverage as he eased himself slowly inside her. The quiet curses that fell from his lips along with the soft, breathy moans floating from your clone’s mouth as he filled her had you clenching with need, easily pulling from your memory how good it felt when he filled you to the brim. “Norns, if only you could see how your perfect little cunt swallows my cock. So warm and tight. You feel like Valhalla clenching around me.” 

Fresh, scorching heat swept through every vein in your body, the praise he was heaping upon you making you burn for him. Your eyes flickered back to your clone, watching her lips part into a small “o” and shine slightly beneath the light of the room. Her eyes were already beginning to cloud over with pleasure as Loki continued to fuck her steadily, and every moan and whimper of contentment that fell from her mouth only made the pool of arousal beneath you grow. 

“Tell me what you feel, pet. Describe every single sensation to me,” he continued to taunt. 

“What do you feel, pet, hmm? Tell me?” he continued to taunt. 

“I don’t feel anything!” you cried, arching off the best as best you could with your wrists bound. “Loki, please!”

He ignored you. 

“Look at yourself, darling. Look how wonderfully you take me,” he said, the barest hint of strain in his voice. “You were made for me.” Loose strands of hair began to fall around his face with every forceful thrust of his hips, thrusts that had your clones eyes beginning to roll back in her head.

“Loki,” you continued to plead, feeling like a blazing fire had been lit between your legs and each thrust of his hips into your clone only fanned the flames. 

He continued ignoring you. 

“I had such plans for you tonight, darling. Plans to make you see stars,” he said, his fingers now digging into the flesh of your clone’s hips. “What a shame you decided you’d rather be a brat instead.” 

You released a tormented groan. “Alright, fine!” you huffed. “I was trying to make you jealous. I’m sorry!” you continued to plead, the ache between your legs reaching such a nearly overwhelming intensity you would have done anything, said anything that he asked you to. 

“I’m sure you are,” Loki replied, his head beginning to tip back on his shoulders with every forceful thrust into your clone. “But the time for apologies is over.” 

Your head fell back against against the pillows, a loud cry of utter frustration permeating through the room.

“Ah, ah, pet,” he chided softly, using the force of his seider to pull your head forward. “Keep your eyes on her. Watch as I fill her with my seed and imagine it was that your poor aching cunt that I was spilling into,” he taunted. 

With his seider wrapped firmly around you, you had no choice but to watch every micro expression on his face and hers; the baring of his teeth and set of his strong jaw as he reached his release along with every roll of your clone’s eyes and her vice like grip around the sheets between you both. Your cunt clenched and pulsed with every sinful moan that he released, desperate to have his cock driving you towards a blinding climax. 

“Loki…” you whined again, still holding the faintest trace of hope that this was only an elaborate tease, that any second now your clone would dissolve before you and you would feel him slide wonderously into your soaked core. 

His lips curled into a smile, lust heavy eyes beginning to slowly flutter closed. “You sound so beautiful when you beg for me. Be a good girl and keep saying my name,” he said. You let a defiant silence fill the room, causing Loki to laugh. “Still intent on being a brat, aren’t you?” 

“Only because you’re still intent on being an ass!” you shot back, your earlier brazeness beginning to creep back with every passing second that he wasn’t inside you. 

“How very…unfair of you…when I am the wronged party here,” he replied between pants, his release getting closer and closer with each snap of his hips. 

“I said I was sorry!” you shot back, every twist of pleasure on your clone’s face heightening the already fervent levels of arousal coursing through your blood. 

“And I… heard you,” Loki replied simply from between gritted teeth, his eyes now squeezed shut as his pleasure began to overtake him. 

Squirming in a pool of your own arousal you watched his thrusts into your clone become more erratic, heard every sinful moan and curse that slipped from him as he free falled into his orgasm. Your clone gave a shout of pleasure, her sharp, ragged breaths making your stomach twist with need. They were both lost to their pleasure while you completely soaked, frustrated, and desperate for Loki’s cock. 

“You feel…magnificent…as always, my darling,” he panted as he came down from his high.

“Loki, please,” you begged again, trying in vain to force tears from your eyes in an attempt to make him feel pity for you, though he could always see through your pretenses as easy as you could see through glass. 

He remained quiet for several moments, still half lost to the aftershocks of pleasure and, gradually, his deep, laboured breathing began to even out. “Still empty and hungry for my cock, aren’t you?” he mocked huskily, a low groan tumbling from him when he removed himself from your clone.. 

“Yes,” you answered, making your voice as small as possible. 

“Poor thing,” he repeated, sounding entirely unconcerned and turning his attention back to your clone. “On the bed.” He tapped her ass, and you watched as she climbed to settle between your legs. “Closer,” he told her, guiding her so her hands rested on each side of your hips and her face was directly in front of yours. 

“Loki…” you whined again, having believed the night’s torture to be over. 

“You only have yourself to blame,” he chimed, positioning himself back between her legs. You watched, quietly tormented, as he eased back inside her, a low hiss of pleasure leaving his lips once he was fully sheathed. Only seconds after, the silk ties that had been securing you to the bed shimmered away to nothing, once again leaving your hands free. Loki held your gaze with a wicked glint glittering in his eyes. “This time you’re going to touch yourself while you watch me fuck you,” he instructed simply.

It was the quickest you had ever obeyed him. 

Swift, desperate fingers slipped between your own legs to sink gratefully into your own wetness. A placated sigh drifted from your lips at finally being permitted to tend to the ache burning through your tortured core, and in seconds your fingers were coated with your own arousal. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out softly, letting your head drop back against the pile of cushions now strewn about the bed. Already, gentle waves of faint pleasure were building under your fingers, momentarily making you forget about Loki and your own clone positioned between your legs. 

“What did I say, pet?” he chided lightly, once again using his seider to pull your head forward. “Keep your eyes on me, and do not come,” he instructed firmly. 

You answered with the faintest hint of a whimper, but continued to touch yourself to the sight of him fucking your clone. Each lustful moan and grunt of pleasure that spilled from him only sent fresh spikes of arousal searing through your blood. Would you ever crave another being with the same ferocity that you craved him? 

Loki slipped an arm around your clone’s waist to pull her back flush against his chest, bending so close to you that you could easily see the thin sheen of sweat beginning to cover his forehead. His eyes drifted to your hand between your legs, a satisfied smirk crossing his face. “Look at how soaked you are watching me fuck you,” he taunted. “Are you imagining how my cock feels when I’m inside you? How I can make you scream like no mortal man ever could?” 

“Yes,” you groaned, bunching the rumpled bedsheets firmly in your first. His seider still held your head in place, though you wanted nothing more than to collapse back against the pillows and lose yourself to the pleasure that your own fingers were steadily bringing you. 

“My…good…little whore,” Loki panted, burying his face in the clone’s neck. You could hear him kiss and suck the spot under your ear that never failed to make you fall apart for him. “Touching yourself…to the thought…of me,” he said, words becoming throaty and hoarse and the firm sound of skin on skin indicating that his release was only moments away. 

The faint buzz of pleasure that had been building in your own core had evolved into a burning flame that licked and flickered incessantly and threatened to engulf you in the fiery glows of an orgasm. The sight of him before you, his hair tousled messily around his shoulders, teeth bared and almost lost to the pleasure your body was bringing him, was the only aphrodisiac you needed. His relentless chasing of his own release only propelled you towards your own, and soon you couldn’t help but to disobey him, eyes fluttering firmly closed as the fiery flames of pleasure began to sweep through every pore. 

A feeling that lasted mere seconds before your hands were forced back against the headboard, held rigidly in place by Loki’s seider. The sharp, aguished “no” ripped from your throat alongside Loki’s taunt. 

“Did you…really think I’d let you come, pet?” he rasped, his grip around your clone like a vice while the rhythm of his thrusts into her became steadily more erratic. 

You twisted and flailed in the sheets, the burning arousal between your thighs only intensifying with the orgasm that had been stolen from you. “Loki! Please!” you begged, half close to tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please let me come! Please!”

Your pleading went unheard as Loki’s own release shook through him again. Your name tumbled from his lips like a chant as he plunged into his orgasm, melting into a steady stream of groans and Asgardian curses that had you rolling your hips desperately against the bed. In front of you, so close you could see every mark on her skin, your clone erupted in her own climax, the sound of your own voice consumed with pleasure torturing you in the sweetest way.

“Please,” you whimpered once more, though you knew it was of little use. Already coming down from his high, Loki rested his forehead against your clone’s shoulder, giving a final few shuddering thrusts before he went still. The only sound in the room became the laboured sound of his breathing. 

You pulled against Loki’s seider with another quiet whimper, the pathetic sound causing him to raise his head and give you a lopsided grin, still drunk on the aftermath of his orgasm. He pulled out of your clone with a final quiet groan and, with a lazy flick of his wrist, she disappeared like a fleeting summer breeze. 

“My poor darling,” Loki cooed mockingly, maneuvering up the bed to kiss you. “You’re all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” His fingers dipped back between your legs, the wet sound of your sopping cunt making him grin. 

“Yes,” you answered in barely a whisper, a faint sigh of relief following close behind as his fingers caused tiny waves of pleasure to begin washing through you again. 

“Good,” he purred, his teeth sinking into your neck. “Tell me when you’re close.” 

His skilled fingers worked quickly between your legs, pushing you quickly towards release. It took only a matter of seconds before your back was arching off the sheets, wrists again straining against his seider.

“Loki, I’m gonna come,” you breathed out, feeling every muscle in your body tense in anticipation. Release was so close…

“Ask for my permission, pet,” he warned softly. 

You fought against the rising pleasure, every fibre working valiantly to keep it at bay. “Please…Loki, please…please can I come?” you babbled out, a single hot tear of frustration leaking from your eye. 

His reply was swift and soft. “No,” he breathed into your ear, pulling his hand from your cunt. The piercing cry that spilled from your lungs was only silenced when Loki brought his fingers to your lips, silently instructing you to clean them. “Good girl,” he said when your tongue ran obediently over them, his free hand gently brushing away several stray tears that had continued to fall. 

He removed his seider from around your wrists and, still burning with arousal, you allowed him to guide you between the sheets. You curled close to the familiar comfort of his chest, breathing in the heady, masculine scent of him as he wrapped an arm firmly around your shoulders. 

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked softly into your hair. 

You fought the urge to continue being a brat to him. “Yes,” you answered, your frustration at him clear as day. 

Quiet laugher rumbled in his chest. “Good girl,” he repeated, placing a kiss to your head. A hand reached back between your legs and for one glorious, shining moment you believed he was finally going to grant you release, but all you felt was the faint warm glow of his magic. “Incase of any wandering hands in the night,” he teased.

You gave his leg a gentle kick with your foot. “Asshole.” 

His laughter bubbled in your ear once again. “Sleep well, darling girl.”

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[rreyie]

k. (eren j. x reader)

summary; you're well aware by now that your feelings of eren have blossomed into something more than a fuckbuddy. but you're not quite sure if he'll agree.

content warnings; smut (18+), fingering, oral (f. receiving), vaginal, unprotected sex, unestablished relationship, degrading, use of pet names, creampie, slight dumbification, hurt at the end i’m sorry.

word count; 2.2k

a/n; the fic that has been sitting in my drafts for 2 months has been completed! anyways i’m sorry i’m advance

you're well aware by now that eren jaeger isn't just a one night stand you had a week ago. you couldn't quite call it a friendship now, but perhaps fuckbuddies- or people who banged on the low with no strings attached.

well, you wouldn't say you didn't have feelings for him by now. you couldn't tell if it was his mischievous personality or his nine inch long dick, but there were certainly more than platonic feelings on your end.

you two had met when armin, mikasa and eren bought a house to rent out for college. you were a friend of mikasa's and had nowhere to go except to the house they rented, so you moved in. you and eren clicked almost instantaneously, as if you were best friends your whole life.

the sexual tension between you two was inexplicable. and you both knew it. and that's why one day, eren chose to make his move when you two were watching "finding nemo: blu-ray dvd edition" on the couch in the living room.

you two fucked during the scene when the little red-headed girl was terrorizing the other fish. but you two don't talk about it. all that mattered was that it was good sex- and by good, you meant really. fucking. good. you had no clue how he gained all this experience, but that didn't matter either.

now you were here, nearing the end of your sophomore year. this little rendezvous with eren had lasted five months now. you two definitely fucked often- sometimes sucking him off while he was studying for is psychology course, other times bending you over the bathroom counter with a death grip on your asscheeks.

this time he had walked into your room while you were clicking away at your laptop while you sat on your bed, doing your best to study for the exam you had next week. he didn't say a word, just laid down on the bed next to you and stared up at the ceiling.

you tried your hardest to ignore him, but your train of thought was lost when he cleared his throat unnecessarily loudly as if you couldn't already tell that he was right next to you.

you shut your laptop in defeat, and turned your head over to eren, a smile ever so slightly curling on his lips. you were unamused at his behavior.

"yes, eren?" you ask, eyes locking with his jade orbs. he clearly hasn't slept in a while, telling from the dark circles under his eyes, contrasting his somewhat tan skin. his brown hair was in its messy bun like normal, tied up sloppily with some baby hairs poking out here and there.

"dunno", he responded. "just seeing what you're up to."

"mhm? well, that sounds like bullshit to me, mister jaeger", you scoff. "you always come in here and make yourself at home when you're horny."

eren sighed, and sat up from his position. "fine, you caught me red handed. but i know you're as horny as i am."

"...you're right", you admit, before he flips over so he's on all fours and crawls over so he's in front of you. the several rings that adorned his fingers glistened in the ceiling light above, his grey sweatshirt hanging loosely around his body. though what he always wore was so simple, he never failed to look breathtaking in it.

tugging at the waist of your sweatpants, eren growled a "take it off" before you slid your hands down to your waist and did as he told you, leaving you in your panties. you didn't wear nice ones today assuming you weren't going to be fucking somebody, but here you were.

the rest was done by him as he pulled down your panties, breath hitching at the sight of your wet cunt. eren licked his lips hungrily.

"wet? already? what are you, some kind of whore?"

when you only looked at him with doe eyes, he rose his voice. "well? give me an answer, slut."

his very words made something awaken in your core, and you responded with a "y-your whore, eren."

eren nodded in satisfaction, content with your answer. "you're learning."

in past experiences, you had been quite a brat to him- as he would say. constantly going up against what he wanted, trying to dominate him. but every single time he ended up pushing you back down and pounding you into the nearest surface, making you state exactly who you belonged to. but since you were being good this time, he relented.

dipping a cold finger into your folds, he collected the juices that wetted the outer lips of your cunt, savoring the warmth it provided him in contrast to his hand. in response, you jolted at the cold temperature, only for eren to hold you down by the waist to prevent too much movement.

working his fingers inside your impossibly tight cunt, he pushed in one, swirling it around in an attempt to find your sweet spot- in which he succeeded. with a hum of approval, he pushed through another finger past the bit of muscle and into your walls, placing it in the same spot the other finger was. curling his digits around that spongy spot and placing the gentlest pressure upon it. letting a pathetic whimper escape your lips, eren is quick to stop what he's doing and reach for your panties.

"w-what are you doing?" you croak, voice weak from the recent stimulation.

"shutting you the fuck up", he snapped back in response. balling up your pair of soaked panties, he stuffed them in your mouth, making you gag a little. he only smirked at the fact you were struggling. "you're just too fuckin' loud. if armin and mikasa weren't downstairs i would let you have at it, but we've gotta keep this a secret baby."

resuming what he was doing a minute ago, he moves his mouth closer to your cunt, ever so gently wrapping his lips around your delicate little clit. your hips bucked upwards as he put his two fingers in their previous spot, pumping slowly in and out.

you're only able to mumble in approval as his pumping turns languid and rough, and before you know it you're already feeling that knot that's all too familiar in your stomach. you yelp into your balled up panties that occupied your little mouth, the sound coming out muffled. erens brow raises as he removes his fingers from your fluttering cunt.

you're about to mutter something in disapproval, but eren starts talking before you. "i told you to stay quitet, princess. what don't you get about that? are you that stupid whore i thought you were? yeah, i thought so."

"'m not a stupid whore", you say, making your statement clear even though there was a piece of fabric in your mouth.

"then show it", eren demands as he slides his fingers back in, his thrusting become too quick for you to resist an orgasm, but still staying quiet so he would let you cum.

you gush all over his fingers, creamy white liquid coating his fingers as he pulls out, and places his fingers in his mouth, licking off the substance. you're reduced to a panting mess on your bed.

"that tired, are ya?" eren mocks you. "too bad. i still've got a hard cock and you're gonna take care of it." he isn't wrong. his print is easily visible in his grey sweats, at its full length and glory.

"more", you pant out. "want your cock, can handle it, eren..."

"i know you can, princess", he coos as he practically rips down his pants and boxers at the same time, exposing his hardened and flushed cock. the tip was tinted red, a few veins protruding through the skin on the side. he had a pretty cock indeed.

"bend over", he commands. shakily, you comply and get on all fours so that your head is near a pillow in case your legs give out. "that's'a girl."

you can feel him come up from behind you, and rub his warm tip over your cunt, making a shiver run down your spine. his size never failed to make you at least just a little bit nervous, it always hurt a bit when it went in but he prepped you well enough that it would slide in easily.

with his right hand, he grabbed the sturdy frame of the headboard, and with his left, started to push his cockhead into your tight little hole. you squealed as you felt his flesh enter you slowly, but soon sheathed his whole self in with one thrust.

"fuck- you're tight", he grunted, and removed his left hand so it was now gripping your ass. you could feel his fingernails digging into the supple skin, likely leaving red crescent marks. after eren took a deep breath or two, he started his movements. and he didn't relent.

the pace he was moving at was almost dizzying, making you let out a few high-pitched wails. his balls slapped up against your behind, lewd noises of skin on skin filling the room. he held onto the headboard, making the bed shake and creak with every new thrust he took.

"eren, eren, eren", you mumbled, completely cockdrunk by him. "more, more please".

eren smirked, his hair starting to fall out of his bun. "liking that? i knew it, you're just a whore. begging for my cock like always, just like the slut i've always known."

his words were mean, but they made you clamp around his dick, making him release a stuttered moan. were you perhaps sick for liking the way he degraded you? you didn't know and didn't care.

"s' good, 'ren", you gasped, wanting him to keep calling you these names and degrading you down to the bone. you would never let any man talk to you like that- only eren could, he did it the right way.

"i know baby, i know", he purred. "m' gonna cum, you gonna cum with me?"

"y-yes!" you shriek, feeling your second orgasm creep up on you, making your stomach do a somersault. "please 'ren! make me cum! need you filling me up!"

eren gave a dark chuckle, and threw his head back into a moan. your orgasm hit you like a truck, the pleasure taking over your entire body and making you shake uncontrollably, squealing into your pillow as your legs gave out. eren knew this was coming, so he removed his right hand from his headboard and put both of his hands under your legs to hold you out as he rode out his high. he jackhammered into you, balls tightening as the knot in his stomach finally snapped, making his cum spurt out of his tip and into your cunt. you were left immobile and speechless, drooling into your pillow as he pulled himself out and let his semen leak out from your hole and all over your sheets.

after he finished panting, he looked over to you. "you good?"

"mmph", you mumble, eren barely hearing you. you meant for that to be an affirmation.

he flipped you over so you were on your back, your sweatshirt still on your body. he cursed himself for not removing it, but there was always a next time. he smiled at your state, knowing he fucked you that good.

“you did good, princess”, he grinned, and pulled up his boxers again, and searched for his phone which he left somewhere in the room.

“eren”, you ask. “where are you going?”

“there’s a party at jeans dorm tonight. you going?”

you sigh. “no, studying for the exam. i need to pass it, maybe i’ll go next time.”

eren nodded, and walked out the door. “thanks again.”

staring up at the ceiling, you wondered how eren could always treat the fact you two fucked on the regular so casually. he always went around and flirted with other girls at parties, but never took them home.

well, it was now or never that you were going to make your move.

you grabbed your phone from your nightstand and unlocked it, your home screen being a photo of you, eren, armin and mikasa all huddled around the couch for a movie night. you opened your messaging app, and clicked on erens contact. this is where you began drafting your message.

| You: um okay hi eren! so thanks for today, it felt really good as always. but i was wondering if maybe you would want to take things further? we can go out to dinner thursday night if you’re free :)

reading it over once before sending, you pressed the blue button that sent the message to him. it took two minutes for him to read if.

the three dots in a bubble popped up on his end of the conversation. you internally panicked, wondering if this was the right choice.

| erennn: i mean don’t we fuck? don’t get me wrong u cool but i mean idk man

your heart quite literally froze at the sight of his message. the dots popped up again, and you held your breath waiting for an answer.

| erennn: so like fuckbuddies basically, that’s all i want rn so uhhhh yeah 💀

this was the exact moment you felt your heart physically sink. fuck, now you’ve embarrassed yourself. would he think your weird?

wanting to act calm and unaffected by his answer, all you wrote was one letter.

| You: k.

[miss-smutty]

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Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in. 

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.

[mirkosintern]

Crawlin’ back to you

pairing: dabi x fem!reader

genre: smut with a lil angst and fluff if you squint

notes: reader is a member of the lov, set in the meta liberation army arc (before the war!), possessive dabi, wowee this is my first work!! I never expected myself to be able to write a piece but here we are ehehe this was inspired by a certain tiktok actually. U may have already noticed but the title is from the song do I wanna know? by the arctic monkeys<3

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, cum play, dubcon-ish?, toxic relationship, degradation, vulgar language, alcohol

word count: 3k

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That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day Crawlin’ back to you Ever thought of callin’ when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I'm too busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new Now I've thought it through

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Dabi wasn’t one to do feelings. He’s screwed numerous women, but they were nothing more than some toys to fulfill his sexual needs. Neither did he want to have feelings, nor did he need to. Afterall, his side hoes who begged to stay with him even after all the degradation he’s given them disgusted him the most. He would snicker at their pathetic attempts and cut them off ruthlessly.

However, you were an only exception.

No, he did not have feelings for you, he swears he never did and never will. But you were different from his other disposable sluts--he kept you around. He didn’t ghost you, instead, he kept coming back. It is only because you’re a member of the lov as well, he thinks. You are easy to access since you’re always around the lov base, and he doesn’t even have to worry about getting caught by civilians or stupid bitches who suddenly decide to turn him into the police. You guys were practically co-workers with benefits, fuck buddies where the “buddies” part is questionable.

Dabi didn’t mind that he made an exception for you until that night. That very night where you sleepily decided to crawl into his arms after a rough round and whispered him how you loved the rough texture of his skin against yours. That very night where you pressed delicate kisses beneath his jaw. The moment of intimacy—making his heart pound and warmth spread beneath his cold skin—was threatening. You were threatening.

That’s where he cut you off completely. He did not knock on your bedroom door located in the lov base anymore. He stopped sending those “you up?” texts at 3am. He didn’t even lock eyes with you or talk to you anymore.

It feels as if something heavy dropped inside you, squashing your heart to the point where it’s painful. You try your best to ignore the pang in your chest and remind yourself that you guys were nothing more than co-workers with benefits. However, the enduring heartburn only functions to make you realize how attached you were to him. He’s Dabi, the biggest scumbag you will ever meet, what did you expect? What were you thinking? It should be no surprise this happened, right? But having to encounter his stupidly handsome face every day was not doing any help. You are a girl with dignity, you tell yourself, trying your best to ignore his strong scent of campfire and cologne drowning you every time you guys are in the same room.

The pain is suffocating you for weeks, and you finally decide to completely get over him. The night Dabi brings a bimbo to his room and fucks her loud enough for everyone in the lov to hear—for you to hear—you’re done with everything. You step outside, get drunk, do anything to numbify the pain the raven-haired guy has caused you, and even meet a nice-looking guy who seems to be interested in you.

You are doing good without Dabi.

You don’t need Dabi anymore.

You are not letting him get to your head.

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A party.

League of villains is all about privacy, but they also started having some fun after uniting with the meta liberation army. Now they had sufficient money, people and place to throw parties every now and then without the danger of getting caught by civilians. Afterall, a number of heroes were in their side as well.

“Not gonna lie, you guys do know how to host parties.” Keigo smirks, picking up a glass of bourbon whiskey. “It’s fuckin’ lame,” Dabi answers as he downs a glass of liquor.

“So, what happened with y/n?” Keigo throws a suggestive smile.

“The hell you mean what happened with her?” Dabi frowns.

“Y’know, didn’t you guys used to be a thing or something?”

“Nah, she was an occasional fuck and that’s it.”

“Oh really? The Dabi I know never fucks a same bitch twice though. I thought she was something special.”

“Special?”

“Yeah, thought maybe you actually wanted her.”

A smug grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Never even liked her.”

“Have you seen her and her new boyfriend?”

The smile is quick to vanish from his face after hearing the word boyfriend. Dabi’s eyes widen, immediately glaring at Keigo. Before he could say anything, Keigo tilts his chin to point something.

“There they are.”

Dabi turns his head only to find you clinging onto some guy’s arm. Your cheeks are flushed –a pretty, pink glow on your face—as you bat your eyelashes at the guy. Bubbly giggles escape from your lips while you stare at him through half-lidded eyes. The guy’s arm is secured around your waists, pulling you closer to him.

Dabi sees red.

His entire body freezes as his grip around the liquor glass tighten. Dabi doesn’t say anything for a moment, but there is no way Keigo wouldn’t pick up how his cerulean eyes are flaming at the sight. “Well, I thought you knew.” Keigo pats Dabi’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t matter anyways right? You never liked her.”

“…Right.” Dabi takes another sip from the liquor, his eyes still fixed to you.

Keigo’s words are true; at least they are supposed to be true. Dabi didn’t have feelings for you. He doesn’t do romance. No feelings were ever involved with any of the women he’s slept with, and he made sure of it. It was so clear for Dabi without a question.

But why is it unable for him to erase the sight of you with some guy as he forces himself to sleep that night? Why are your sweet giggles echoing his head? Why can’t he get rid of the thought of you in that tight, black dress that perfectly complements the curves of your body? Why is the moment where the guy places his hand on your inner thigh replaying in his head? Why are thoughts of you messing with his mind?

“Fucking hell.”

Dabi gets up. This was fucking annoying. You were truly fucking annoying.

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You tilt your head to check the glowing digits of your digital clock on the nightstand. 2:15am. It’s late, and you haven’t even taken off the dress you wore to the party. You are too tired both physically and emotionally. You’ve done quite a decent job in entertaining the man who’s accompanied you through the whole party, but it was truly an energy-consuming task. You and him walked around as if you guys were the happiest couple in the party; but the truth is that you guys aren’t even properly dating yet. Solely because you have constantly been refusing to properly answer him asking you to be his girlfriend. It’s not that he’s bad looking or anything, but the idea of being with him just doesn’t sit right with you. Ever since you’ve met him, he couldn’t keep his hands off you without asking you anything about consent. You always had to pull his hand away with an uncomfortable smile, yet he never took a hint. However, when a dating rumor about you and him started and spread quickly, you didn’t try to correct anything. Maybe it was because you wanted to pull out a reaction from a certain villain. Maybe your unusual actions at today’s party; clinging onto the guy and laughing at every single word he spoke; was to make Dabi witness how happy you were.

 Truthfully, you were dying inside.

 What was even worse was that none of your attempts seemed to bring an ounce of reaction from Dabi. When have you become so pathetic and desperate? You feel tears welling up in your eyes, hot and burning, but you don’t want to cry. Not for an asshole like him. You take out your phone, find the guy’s name, and text him that you don’t want to see him anymore. You feel a little guilty, thinking that you may have used him to provoke something from Dabi, but your thoughts are too worn out for you to comprehend anything. You flop onto your bed and bury your face in your pillow. You huff out a deep sigh, and the soft texture of your cotton pillow feels warm on your cheeks. In all honesty, you were thinking about Dabi the whole time you were at the party. Whenever the guy’s hand creeped up your thighs or gripped on your ass, you imagined it was Dabi’s, trying your hardest to feel something from the contact.

 You weren’t over Dabi. You never were. Realization hurts, leaving a sour feeling in your mouth.

 Your body shoots up at the sudden, loud slamming sound emerged from your door. Your teary eyes widen at the lean man slamming the door shut. “Dabi?” You ask, not believing your eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?” Without an answer, Dabi’s one hand reaches for your throat as his other hand grips your wrist. His large body is towering over you, and you feel your bed shift as he dips one knee in the mattress. His sapphire eyes pierce through your soul, and you can feel his raging anger just from looking at him.

“You’re such a pain in the ass, y’know that?”

“Dabi, what are you-“

He doesn’t let you finish the sentence, pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your lips open reflexively, enabling him to deepen the kiss. The kiss is aggressive, and he doesn’t know whether it is because of his anger or his pent-up desires towards you that he has been suppressing. The kiss gets sloppier over time, hot and wet with saliva and tongue. He lets go of the grip on your wrist and starts tracing your inner thigh with his thumb, and you let out a soft moan. You finally pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, but he doesn’t cease to caress your thigh. Instead, he lowers himself to your ear. “You seem to really love thigh touches, don’t you?” His low voice and hot breath brushing the shell of your ear sends chills down your spine.

“Huh?”

“I always knew you were a slut, but never knew you were this much of a whore. You would bend over any guy who offers you some touches, right?”

Tears swell in your eyes again at his vile words, but it’s hard to talk when his knuckles are repeatedly brushing your clit.

“I’m… not a slut…nngh.” Suppressed moans escape your lips.

“Yeah? Why are you making those sounds then?”

“Dabi…”

He yanks your dress up and dips two fingers inside your lace panties, making you let out a weak yelp. Dabi raises his brows with a smug grin on his face.

“Oh, so she indeed is a slut huh? You get this fucking wet from a kiss?”

His two digits start pumping inside you, and you grip on his white shirt at the sudden sensation. Your gasps and moans get louder, and you suddenly feel his wet lips against your neck. Dabi sucks hard, making sure to leave dark purple marks from your jaw to your neck and shoulder, as he repeats the step of curling his fingers and pulling them inside and out your hole. “Dabi…too fast.” You whine out. “Yeah?” A sadistic grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Be a good slut and take what I give you.” His thumb reaches for your clit, making your legs shiver.

“Nngh…stop, I’m gonna… Dabi I’m gonna cum.”

“Stop? You want me to stop?”

“No!”

“Do you deserve it though?” he slows his pace while teasing your clit. “Beg.”

It’s humiliating, really—but do you have any other choice when you are this close?

“Please, Dabi… I’ll be your good slut. Please let me cum!” Your desperate cries have him pumping his fingers fast again, and soon you’re seeing white. Hot drops of release coat Dabi’s fingers as he pulls out.

“Say ah.”

“A-ah.”

You obey, and Dabi sticks his digits inside your mouth. Your mouth wraps around them immediately, sucking as if it’s a pacifier. “Good girl,” Dabi says as he pats your head, and it makes your stomach swoop with sick pride.

The bulge in his pants is becoming painful, and he contemplates on fucking your mouth. But he’s too impatient; He feels the need to abuse your cunt right now. He wants to hear your screams and cries as he proves who you belong to.

“Take that off.” Dabi gestures at your dress, and you start undressing as he demands. Dabi pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, causing his cock to spring out. It’s so pretty, you think, and you can’t help but admire his red tip, glistening with precum. He pumps his length a few times and lines it up with your entrance. You inhale a sharp gasp as you feel his whole length inside you. It feels so full; it feels as if he’s gonna split you in half if he starts moving.

“Ah, too big.”

“I know.” Dabi looks down on you. “Take it like a little slut you are.”

Before you could even talk back, he is moving inside you. Your moans blend with the noise of the bed creaking; a perfectly harmonized orchestra to Dabi’s ears.

You knew Dabi wasn’t one to prep you or go slow, but you feel like he’s going way rougher than usual. His wild thrusts have your head lolling backwards, and Dabi does not miss the chance to take a hard bite on your neck. You scream out of both pain and pleasure, and you feel two hot streams of tears on your flushed cheeks.

“Aww, she’s crying.” Dabi says in a mocking tone. “Bet you love the pain.”

Humiliation fills your chest and you turn your head away, but Dabi quickly grabs your chin with one hand, forcing you to directly face him.

“Who’s the one making you feel this full?” he asks.

“Y-you.”

“Did he ever make you feel this way?”

Wait, he? Who does he mean by he? Your alleged boyfriend? Could it be possible that Dabi was doing this out of jealousy? You try to comprehend, but it’s impossible for you to think clearly, not when Dabi is fucking you stupid. “No!” You shout.

Dabi’s free hand reaches for your clit and starts rubbing circles. “Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”

“You…” You try to answer, but he suddenly lifts up your lower body and slams into your cervix in the right angle. It has you moaning even louder, your insides spasming around his cock.

“I can’t hear you.” He smirks sadistically.

“You, Dabi, it belongs to you! I belong to you!” You’re screaming his name like it’s the only word you know, making his cock twitch. “That’s right. You are all for me, all for me to use. Just a pathetic little slut for my cock.” A satisfactory grin appears on Dabi’s face.

Dabi lowers his body down and grunts directly into your ear as he thrusts even faster. The sound of his skin slamming into yours is so erotic, and you can feel how close you are.

“You wanna cum huh?” His words have you nodding frantically, babbling incoherent words. Yes Dabi—wanna cum so bad—wanna be yours—wanna be your good girl—please, dabi.

“Then do it. Make a mess on my cock.”

“Nngh, Dabi!” You scream out his name as euphoria washes down your body. His release follows you soon enough, painting your walls white. You feel warmth filling your belly while his groans echo in your ear. You’re still sobbing and panting after he pulls out, without any energy left to move. As your blurry vision starts getting clearer, you feel his warm skin and the sting of his cold staples against your back. His long arms wrap around your oversensitive body, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re messing with my head.” Dabi rests his forehead on the back of your shoulder.

“Huh?”

You’re confused, but Dabi doesn’t elaborate. His ego doesn’t let him do such thing.

“When you said you belonged to me, did you mean it?”

You bite your lower lip, not knowing how to respond to his sudden question. Millions of unspoken words and feelings are hanging in the back of your throat, creating a huge lump. You swallow them all and spit out a question instead. “Do you want me to belong to you?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes widen at his unexpected response, butterflies fluttering inside your chest. “Be mine.” His low voice vibrates against your soft skin. Your heart melts at his words, and you cannot stop your feelings from overspilling anymore. At that moment you both realize; you and Dabi were meant to crawl back to each other, no matter how hard you both try and struggle.

“I’m yours.” You smile, “I’m all yours.”

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Human!Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Notes:

This is not inherently romantic, at all. Or sexual. Just... Freddy being a bastard, and you are caught in the crosshairs- and are forever linked with him because of it.

I've been listening to Lizzie, a lot lately- and this is inspired by 'What The Fuck Now, Lizzie!?'

Also- I'm thinking this will have a part 2. Due to the ending not being quite enough. Maybe a part for the court proceedings!

Plot: Many will know the story of that terrible day Krueger essentially snapped- killing his wife, Loretta Krueger. She saw the basement, they say, and he didn't like that. Their daughter saw the whole thing and suffered a traumatic response to seeing the sight of her mother, strangled to death, by her father- and forgot the whole thing.

But if she were to remember something, one day.

She may remember something no one knows about that day, aside from Freddy himself.

She may remember, that someone else was there.

She may remember you.

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Alternatively- you're being blackmailed by Freddy who found out you, another supposedly Plain Jane in Loretta's 'mothers club', is cheating on your husband and calls you up to help deal with the mess he made. Because who else did he have?

Warnings: Okay lemme see, its basically a potluck of triggers. Hm. Murder, swearing, cheating (You, on your husband. Not with Freddy), getting rid of a body, a child gets traumatised (Obviously, Kathy/Maggie), Freddy himself, mention of the basement and all that entails, reader with a very questionable moral compass. Look, I think if you can watch Freddy's Dead, you're good here.

I'm just heading out the door, to go grocery shopping - or, at least, that's the story I tell my husband. When really I don't do the grocery shop until the day after tomorrow. He never notices... - when the phone rings. By very nearly tripping over my feet in my endeavour to catch it before the ringing stops, I manage pick up the phone with very little injury besides an achy, slightly twisted ankle. "Hi! Hi, sorry, I'm here. Hello?"

Pouting, I sit down at the kitchen table; Rubbing my poor ankle to sooth the pain, which would soon diminish anyway. Still- I'm sorry, ankle. I'll try to chill.

When the voice on the other end reveals who it is who's called the house, I lose all need to be pleasant. Damn. I really need to memorise this goddamn number... so I can not answer it. "Whatcha wearin'?"

"Thank god Harrison didn't answer this, you fuck." I deeply roll my eyes. Thank god Har's out. No, this is not my mister, not the man I was going to meet just now- but its bad, enough. In an entirely different way. Its stupid, blackmailing, son of a... hundred maniacs. "What do you want?"

"What a way to answer the phone, Y/N. Gee, seems like every time I we talk, I'm learning how you really aren't in the right place, are you? Cheating on your poor husband, swearing... These aren't really signs of the perfect suburban house wife, is it?" Gritting my teeth, I keep from lashing out. I've learned, if you stay real quiet, Freddy wont have anything to pull from and will get bored quick. "Why so silent, hm?"

"... " Oh, fuck me. I cant help it. "Wondering where you get off judging me on being 'suburban', actually."

"Anywhere I like, thanks."

Oh... oh. Gross?

He doesn't see the disgust tearing my face into two perfect halves right now, but my silence must be enough as he laughs. The sound is directly into the phone, and harsh on my poor eardrums. Ugh... "Oh for gods sake... What are we? Fourteen years old?? Come on- why'd you call?"

"Uhhhh... " Quickly, midway through that drawn out 'um' sound, Freddy's voice transitions, and gets a whole lot darker. Something deep in his chest dislodging, to make it so. Perhaps, his heart. "Well... you might wanna come and see for yourself."

"Uh, I don't think so. I have somewhere to be right now- "

"Oh well you don't, anymore." And its clear what he isn't saying- or else I'll tell Harrison about Carter and set your life on fire. "Tell your boy toy you're takin' a reign check for the day. I think you'll last. In fact... after you come over here, you might be out of the game for a couple a hours at least- maybe days."

Hold on, hold on Freddy what the fuck- "What!?"

"... Believe it or not, I didn't actually mean for that one."

Moron.

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Nevertheless, no matter how just... off setting, Freddy is, I had to when he asked. I had to jump when he said so.

Because if not, then he would tear my life apart.

So here I am, about to knock on that big red door he lives behind, wondering what I'm walking into. Where's Loretta? Where's Kathy? How long will the visit be? I told Carter I'd be an hour or two late- any longer and I wont see him at all today. Which would absolutely suck.

Just after my knuckles come down on the wood the first time, a hand comes down on my shoulder and I immediately jump out of my skin... then slowly look around.

There's Freddy, a cheeky grin on his face. It does nothing to set my nerves at ease. "Ugh... Why are you out here?"

"We're going to the backyard. Lets go." Taking me by the shoulders, he marches me around the side of the house, instead of through it for some reason, and into the familiar backyard. I've been here numerous times, as Loretta likes to hold our club meetings here - Barbecue's, tea's... that sort of thing. Just to let the kids play together and so the adults can enjoy some adult conversation. Its a nice yard... but depending on what her horrid husband is about to show me, it may not be considered as such anymore... - , but I'm now starting to develop a sick feeling in my stomach.

Honestly- I don't know much about Freddy at all. Yes, I went to school with him, but that doesn't mean much when he was a freaky loner kid the whole time. I remember he killed the class hamster once- that's about the only splash he ever made in the news pool; But it definitely stuck.

Yes, Loretta cleaned up his image a fair bit since getting married, but now he's blackmailing me, and as far as I know I'm now alone with him.

Suspicious of him suddenly, I slip out of his grip with a dirty look flashed his way. Don't touch me.

He just rolls his eyes, leading me around some hedges.

And then everything stops.

Him, me, the air; The air around me, the breeze, the breath in my throat.

There lays Loretta, on the ground. If I was really really naïve, I could imagine she were sleeping... or passed out, at least, due to the way she's sprawled out. No one would lay down like that willingly.

But... her eyes are open.

For a moment I'm tempted to kneel down; Take a closer look. Find out how, myself. Is she bleeding anywhere that I cant see now? Are her lips turning blue? If I moved some short red hair out of the way- would their be marks on her neck yet?

But then I come to my senses...

And freak. The fuck. O u t.

"What, the fuck, did you do!?" I whip around, looking at Freddy now which entirely new eyes. I mean, before I sure wasn't fond- but now I'm filled with something new, looking at him. Something a lot worse, something that makes me want to run. Run, and hide, and stay there.

And all these, even though he hasn't really changed. He still wears a mischievous smirk, stony blue eyes eating up my reactions... like always. But this time its just so so much worse. "Made some dead weight- now you're gonna help me get rid of it. So!" Finally, though its been only a matter of seconds, he turns his gaze off of me and I'm glad. That gaze is far too heavy. "Ideas?"

Only for a moment am I lost for words, struggling to push anything out. "I... I'm sorry??"

His gaze returns to mine, but this time my eyes are hard as his are dark. "Help. Me. Get rid of her. Fucking. Body. Or do you want your dirty laundry aired for the whole community to hear?"

Before I can help myself, I let out a sharp laugh, only succeeding in making Freddy's scowl deeper. "Freddy- this secret's a lot bigger, then mine. Sure, I might get divorced- but you're going to prison!" Does he get that? He's g o i n g to j a i l. Crossing my arms, I try to avoid looking at my ex-friend's body. I cant. "I'm sure as hell not gonna be in there with you, for being an accomplice."

I really cant look at her... I can only focus on Freddy. And that takes a lot of energy- its taking everything in me, in fact. Everything I have. But I have to. If its him or her, there's no choice.

But... then a creepy smile spreads across his face- a vast polarity to the frustrated glower of before. It makes my blood run cold.

"Ohhhh..." He looks almost ferocious, even in his composed state. Like a monster. Like any moment a fanged, inhuman creature is going to burst out of him and I'm going to wake up, and this will have been a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The kind where that creature haunts me for a long time, after its over. After this over.

He's going to haunt me.

"You must think this is my first time... " My heart turns to ice, mouth hanging a little open... what the fuck have I found myself a part of!? Suddenly all the children's disappearances on the news lately come to the forefront of my brain... "Sweetheart, give a man his dues. I'm a hard working kinda guy... " I watch his gaze flicker to a door - the back door? No... The basement door, - and when a filthy smirk pulls at his mouth, my heart flies up into my throat. God, it makes me feel sick. I want to be violently ill. "My first was my adoptive Dad... pretty sick, huh?"

The fact that he didn't say anything about the basement, makes my imagination go wild. I swallow it down, though.

I just need to get out of here, and never think about this again.

And to do that I need to help Freddy get rid of this goddamn body- and... probably... testify at court... As the panic starts to finally rise up in my, right up to fill my throat, I immediately take in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay... " No time to freak out. Now's the time for action.

Gaze flickering to Loretta again, I try to acclimatise to the sight. I think its a lost cause, though. "How did you get rid of him? Your Dad?"

"No, that's not gonna work. He was a drunk dead beat, and I just had to tell the police some guy's he owed money to came over to the house." Freddy grins happily at the memory, but then just as quickly, scowls at his poor deceased wife's body- that certainly cant fight back. I just tack this onto the long list of reasons I hate him. "Lore's such a goddamn goody goody- we cant do the same thing. You don't think I woulda thought of that??"

"Hey." I snap, hands braced on my hips as I flash a glare his way. "This is not the time to get defensive!"

"Whatever... "

Then- suddenly, something occurs to me. Confused, I look around; A deeply horrified feeling disturbing my stomach. "Hold on... Where's your daughter?" Seeing no sign of her anywhere, I definitely start to panic again- especially when I look to Freddy and just see a pert look in his eyes as he looks back at me, a smile that strikes something horrid inside me. My eyes narrow. "You sick fuck- where the fuck is she!??"

"Under the bed."

"What the fuck does that mean!?" I exclaim, frustrated and freaking out. He did not- he did not! Killing your spouse is one thing, but the kid?? Your own kid??

I don't wait around for him to be cryptic some more, and rush right into the house to look for her. Under the bed, under the bed, under the fucking bed...? Which fucking bed!? Forcing ferocity out of my voice, I carefully call out to Kathy. Hoping to god she answers. I try to sound normal. Maybe a little bit cheerful; Excited.

But my voice wobbles.

"Kathy?? Sweetheart, its Y/N! Are you hiding? I have something for you... " ?? You have something for her, Y/N?? God... now you have to figure out some kind of treat.

You know what? Whatever. We'll figure that out later.

Lets just hope we aren't searching for a corpse. I'd definitely be sick, seeing a child... the way Loretta is...

Shaking my head and clenching my fists, I try to focus on Kathy.

I check under the bed in the guest room because it comes into view first and she isn't there, then her bedroom and she isn't there either... and get a sick feeling as soon as I enter the last bedroom. Freddy's and Loretta's.

God, I've never been in here before but its like a museum peace now. A horrible one. Like if you would walk into the Titanic... or the Borden house.

"Kathy? You in here?" Flicking on the light I kneel down on the ground, and check under the bed.

And something immediately crashes over me, as the sight of her covering her eyes down there. It isn't exactly relief, because this whole situation is still phenomenally fucked up for her, but I am selfishly glad to not have to see her body... crumpled, just like her mother.

"Hey sweetheart," My voice quivers slightly now, but I quickly swallow. No. No. Now, you must be strong Y/N. "Its just me. Your Daddy was looking for you, and couldn't find you! It got him worried!"

"I... I don't wanna see Daddy. He hurt Mommy." Kathy doesn't remove her hands from her face, and stays firmly by the wall- too far away for anyone to grab. My heart sinks.

Slowly straightening up again, I try to take that piece of information in. Turning to the doorway, I see Freddy there. he must have followed me. I didn't even notice. Slowly, and quietly ferociously, I say; "She saw?!"

He has the good sense to look embarrassed, even if it is just to make fun of me. "It was spur of the moment... " He shrugs. "I didn't have time to get a babysitter!"

What a fucking excuse. For gods sake.

I'm definitely dealing with a psycho- if that was even a question before now.

Swiftly, I look down under the bed again, because I'm afraid that if I continue to engage with him- I'll scream, and I'll lose my breath, and I'll scare Kathy even more. She's at the forefront of my mind; That's all I can think about.

But what to do with her after I get her out from under this bed, I don't know. I cant give her back to her father... but I cant hand her over to the police either because that would involve telling them about Loretta, and... Freddy will definitely kill me, for that.

This is a nightmare of a situation.

I'm just opening my mouth to say something - what, I don't know yet, - when she speaks, instead. "Is he there?"

"... Yes." I wont lie to her; That would be treating her with not nearly as much respect as she deserves.

When she takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes, as if just trying to keep herself together, my heart clenches. God... and to think I might not have picks up Freddy's call today. I would have been leaving her with this. For the first time today, I'm morbidly glad I came.

She speaks in that loud, hissy way that kids think is a whisper. "Can he... can you please make him go away?"

Immediately I straighten back up and look to Freddy again, my eyebrows raised halfway up my forehead. Like well? "Get out."

"I don't think you're in a position to make demands here, bi- "

"Do you want Kathy to live down there now!??" I snap, trying not to be scared. Not really feeling scared, actually. Just happy to have a reason to tell him to get the hell away from me.

A deep frown creases his mouth, deeply unhappy about the situation, but steps back. I only hear him step out of the way of the door, but its good enough. Quickly, I get up and close the door - fighting with myself not to slam it, - and lock it.

Then I return to the floor, and see this time Kathy has uncovered her eyes. She looks so small, smaller then she actually is, and she looks like she's shaking. Little red bows and piggy tails in her hair are messy from crawling under the bed. "He's gone, sweetheart. And I locked the door."

She just nods, so I take the silence as a chance to offer my hand to her. "Take my hand, sweetie? Come on out from under the bed. Its cold down there, and no one wants you getting sick." I need to upkeep the family friend bit, I need to sound caring and collected. I need her to trust me.

Her big eyes, not Loretta's colour or Freddy's, look nervous as hell. And she shakes her head.

Taking a deep breath, and I conjure all the sincerity as I can. And mean it. My eyes soften and I try really hard, to resent myself as someone trustworthy- which is hard, seeing as I've never really been that. I mean, I'm cheating on my husband. I told Carter today the same lie I told Harrison when i knew I was going to be late. The only person I think who knows the truth behind all my lies is Freddy. That says something about a person, that the only person who knows them is a psychopath.

But I want to, I need to, be good for this little girl. And there's no time for me turn my life around so it has to start with this. How fucked is that?

"... I promise, I'll take care of you. He wont hurt you."

After a few whole minutes, in which I stay silent because yes she's a child, but she's still thinking, she crawls over and takes my hand, letting me lead her out. Crawling into my lap as I cross my legs under her, she buries her face in my shirt- hiding. "You promise?"

Taking a deep breath, because I've really done it now, I offer my pinky for her to see if she turned her head. I know Freddy's listening to all of this through the wall, but I try not to freak out. "Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear." She peaks out from my shirt, and curls her little finger around mine. Okay... "Y/N... I'm scared."

"Yeah... Me too, sweetie."

What am I going to do?