#I’m writing fanfic about him

[runraerun]

I think people really under estimate just how much I love jack kline

[wistfullywaiting2]

The biggest misconception in the bsd fandom ever to me is people constantly portraying Atsushi as someone who trauma dumps excessively when he canonically barely talks about it at all.

The entire point is that Atsushi does not talk about his trauma he’s just constantly thinking about/reliving it. He can’t escape the memories of his past so he tries not to acknowledge them.

He only mentions it when asked, either directly or when someone asks him to explain himself.

Atsushi doesn’t even give a cohesive explanation for what he saw while under Dogra Magra, he just apologizes to Haruno and Naomi.

If Lucy hadn’t had her whole “you’ve never suffered the way I have” spiel then I doubt even the audience would’ve gotten to find out about his scars

If Akutagawa never asked him how it felt for the orphanage headmaster to die Atsushi would have never told him that he’s been hallucinating.

In the omake where Kyoka asks him why his hair is like that it’s clear he wouldn’t have told her that unless she had asked.

In 55 minutes Atsushi very briefly mentions sleeping on a dirty floor somewhere to Kunikida because he was trying to explain and justify his behavior.

And the thing is that there are scenes that implies that the other characters see Atsushi behaving strangely and are visibly confused because they do not understand what’s wrong with him.

Remember, we as an audience get to see things about characters that the main cast doesn’t. Just because we see into Atsushi’s mind doesn’t mean the other characters know what’s going on in there.

Also little footnote here that I think this is a reference to the moon over the mountain but I digress

[duckytree]

so there’s this boy…

[struniolos]

“until the bed breaks” “until i’ve milked him dry” UNTIL? GIRL WE AINT STOPPING 🥴

[myokk]

“She’s tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me”😤😤😤

(Regency AU with Eloise and Sebastian inspired by my slow trek through Bridgerton these days & @bassicallymaestra ‘s AMAZING regency inspired art😮‍💨😇🙏)

[fyepertine]

Something to Cry About, Part 2

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Part 1

[the-last-quest]

While Nine isn’t the same as Tails something they have in common is their love for mint.

But like most things their experiences with it were very different.

[2152 words]

Tucked away in an alley a small kit winced as he tried to hide himself away from the glaring eyes and harsh fists that the city was filled with. He had already had an unpleasant encounter earlier in the day, and while not being the worst he’d experienced he was still left with a throbbing ankle and the taste of blood in his mouth.

His ears perked up as he heard faint footsteps heading towards the alley. He pressed himself against the wall as much as he could, eyes squeezed shut. He tried to quiet his breathing but as the footsteps drew nearer it picked up as his thoughts began to race. ‘What if the same cat from earlier came back for more? What if he doesn't stop after a few hits this time? What if he brought others to help him? What if-’

“Are you alright dear?” A female voice cut through his spiraling thoughts.

He waited for a moment before opening his eyes to look at the owner of the voice, an older red cat lady who seemed to be concerned for him. He didn’t answer her, knowing she hadn't noticed why he was in this state. He knew he needed to be ready for when she did, for when her kindness would turn to attacks that he was far too used to. He watched as her eyes scanned over his small frame, the exact moment she noticed obvious to the fox as her face changed from a look of concern to one of disgust.

He flinched at the change of expression and curled into himself, eyes screwed shut again, he didn’t think that she would hurt him, but one can never be too trusting in this city. Anticipating an incoming impact he didn’t see what the lady was doing. He was about to look up again when something came flying towards him, just barely missing. He braced himself for more, but none came. The only thing he heard was the sounds of footsteps fading away,

Only after the sound had long faded into the distance did the kit open his eyes again. He peeked out of the alley looking both ways down the road. It was empty now as it was getting later, less people venturing out of their homes. As he returned to the safety of the alley something on the floor caught his eye.

It looked to be a candy of some sort. He picked up the candy and held onto it as he dragged himself to the end of the alley, ignoring the shooting pain that came from his ankle. Despite it being late he didn’t want to have an interaction like that again. In the safety of the back of the alley he sat against the wall ready to settle in for the night.

He opened his paw to examine the candy the lady had thrown at him. He had never seen anything like it before. It was a remnant of before the chaos council took over, the small treat lacking any of the council’s usual obnoxious packaging, instead wrapped in a thin clear plastic, the green and white swirl intrigued him. He wondered if he could trust the candy. The cat didn’t seem to have malicious intent, leaving the fox to his own devices for the most part, but she obviously didn’t care for him. As he stared at the candy in his paw, pondering whether or not he should eat it his stomach let out a low rumble. He bit his lip, the candy wouldn’t help his hunger much, but at the moment he would take anything he could get.

With shaking fingers he cautiously unwrapped the plastic wrapper. Taking the candy up to his nose he took a small sniff of it.

He coughed, not expecting how strong it was. The scent made its way through his nostrils down to his mouth, the flavor ghosting in his mouth. It gave his mind something else to focus on. It distracted him from the taste of copper in his mouth, even with just the faint flavor from the scent.

‘This could be useful in the future.’ He thought while he lowered the candy to look over it again. The attack from today wasn’t that bad compared to others he had in the past, and he’s certain he’d have worse ones in the future. It would be a good idea to hold on to the candy for later, to have a distraction. He grabbed the plastic to wrap the candy up when his stomach growled again.

His eyes glanced from his stomach to the candy. ‘It won’t do anything, save it for later.’ The rational part of his mind told him. ‘Save it for later, it'll be more useful then.’ But that didn’t take away the situation he was in right now. He was hurt, hungry and tired and tucked away in a cold alley in the city and right now that small candy, while not being able to fix any of that, could take his mind off of it.

He popped the candy into his mouth.

Just like when he smelled it the taste overwhelmed his senses. He never had something that strong before and in this moment that was all he needed. As he got used to the flavor he leaned his head back onto the metal walls of the city. Right now he didn’t care about the state he was in, he just focused on the flavor hanging in his mouth. He focused on it instead of the throbbing pain coming from his ankle. He focused on it instead of the difficulty he had breathing. He focused on it instead of the ever growing emptiness of his stomach.

On the streets of New Yoke the fox focused on the flavor of the candy for as long as he could.

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Many things had happened after that night in the alley.

The young fox grew older and more tired of the attacks he endured in the city. He built himself mechanical tails to protect him, along with giving himself a name.

He distanced himself from others in the city, none of them cared for him so why should he care for them. He grew cold as he focused on surviving.

Then a blue hedgehog had broken into his bunker and turned his life upside down.

He learned many things from the hedgehog. He learned of friendship and care. Of hope and heartbreak.

After everything he was left in a state worse than before. In a castle that represented his rage as he lashed out against the shatterverse, with no long term hope to survive, and with a corner that he couldn’t bear to look at.

As he stood and looked at the green portal in the distance he decided this wasn’t going to be the end of the story.

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It was nighttime in Green Hill. A large moon casted its light onto two figures walking along the grass.

Sonic and Nine moved in silence. The hedgehog had just found the fox in the cave where the prism had lied. It was a rough reunion with neither of them expecting it, but each of them having something they needed to say to the other. With emotions running high and both of them becoming exhausted it had been cut short when Sonic had offered Nine to stay for the night, for both of them to get rest and clear their mind so they wouldn’t run themselves dry. Nine was hesitant until the hedgehog had mentioned that Tails wasn’t going to be in their shared home for the day so they could deal with one thing at a time.

The two reached the house that Sonic and Tails shared. Sonic opened the door and held it open for Nine with a weak smile. Nine didn’t return the smile, but the small nod he gave as he walked through the door made the hedgehog’s smile grow just a little.

As Nine walked in and waited for Sonic to lock the door behind them his eyes were drawn to a small bowl of candies on a table next to the door. They were the same candies that the lady had given to him years and years ago, a candy that he never thought he would have again.

Sonic must have noticed him looking at the bowl as he let out a quiet amused chuckle. “Those are Tails’ mints. He has them out in case he’s had a bad day and needs one as soon as he gets home.” A fond smile formed on his face as he thought of the fox so different yet so similar to the one in front of him. “You can take one if you want.” He offered. Nine thought it was some sort of olive branch to release the tension the two had between them. He glanced at the hedgehog and back to the bowl of candies and decided to take one, as long as it made Sonic happy.

There was another silence between the two, much lighter and much shorter than before as Sonic spoke up again.

“Come on, room’s this way.” He said with a gesture to follow him.

Nine followed Sonic as he brought him further into the house. When they reached a hallway Sonic stopped at the first door and pushed it open for Nine silently.

As Nine stepped into the room he looked over the interior. It was simple, being an obviously very underused guest room, the only furniture being a bed and a side table and a lamp. It had very minimal decoration and looked like it had been untouched since the bed was brought in.

Sonic sheepishly scratched the back of his head, “It’s nothing much but-“

“Thank you” Nine interrupted with a small murmur, looking up at Sonic, a light ghosting on his face. While the room wasn’t much to look at it was still better than any of the ones he had back in the city. Even with all his decorations it couldn’t hide the cold metal that made up the space. This room, even while being barren, gave Nine a sense of comfort that he had never had in his one space.

Sonic returned the smile and placed his hand on Nine’s shoulder giving it a small squeeze. “Get some sleep okay kid? I’ll be right out here if you need me.”

Sonic exited the room, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

Nine rubbed his hand down his face wearily as he made his way to the bed and plopped himself onto it. He opened up his other hand which contained the ‘mint’ as Sonic had called it. The green and white swirl taunted him as his mind raced with thoughts

In the back of his mind he cursed at having another similarity to Tails. Another part cursed about his counterpart having easier access to the candy if the bowl full of them was anything to go by while he had only had the treat once in his life.

And yet another quieter part of him reminded him of why he liked the candy so much, of how he got his first taste. If the two were really that similar could Tails have been introduced to it in the same situation? Could it be a comfort for the other fox as well?

Letting his thoughts fade away, Nine unwrapped the mint. Holding it in between his fingers he brought it up to his nose and took a sniff of it.

The scent had a similar effect as the first time, traveling up his nose and into his mouth, the flavor bringing him comfort as it had so long ago. Along with the comfort the scent brought back memories of a time he longed to forget. Being hurt and alone, with the only comfort being an act of pity that didn’t even last.

But right now he wasn’t alone. Past the door he could still hear soft footfalls that belonged to a certain blue hedgehog. A hedgehog who had cared for him since they first met. Even when he realized that Nine was different than he initially thought it didn’t waver. Even after showing him the ugliest sides of himself and nearly destroying everything the hedgehog had ever loved, he opened his door for the fox to stay in.

The rational part of his brain told him he didn’t need the mint. He was safe right now and should save it for when he really needed it. Just as he did before he didn’t listen to it. Sure he was safe right now he didn't need the mint, but he wanted it. Plus they weren’t in short supply either so he didn’t have to hold onto it forever.

Nine popped the mint in his mouth.

It tasted exactly like he remembered it.

[wrathofrats]

Over and Overture (Sexual Perversity)

Pebble/alpha (who the hell are pebble and ivy? They’re old ghouls! Check this)

Explicit. WC: 3120

Pebbles eye twitches while he stares in disbelief. The entire situation has him ready to rip alpha limb from limb. Fucking with ivy just to mess with him, treating the poor new summon like some object? His hands ball up into fists as he watches alpha simply turn to walk away like nothing happned. Ivy pulls his shirt lower, his face so red you’d think he’s sick.

“I licked it so it’s mine dirt boy” alpha whispers moving past him. He’s going to kill him.

Or pebble is hopelessly in love with ivy and alpha has to make the situation has bad as possible for him.

Read under the cut on on Ao3

(Tags and Warnings for: humiliation, teasing, slightly dubious consent, pebble is so in love it’s sickening and alpha has to fuck him against a wall about it) (and an extra thanks to @divine-misfortune as usual for being a wonderful helper on this)

“Could you be any more obvious?” Alpha groans.

The sound of water running stops as Ivy moves to throw the last of the dishes in the sink. There’s a blush to his cheeks as he stands over the hot water, the sleeves of his sweater rolled up to his elbow as he works.

“What?” Pebble blinks after a couple seconds, furrowing his brow at alphas accusatory tone.

“You’re staring at him again”

“I zoned out. Call the police if you’re so mad about it” pebble rolls his eyes, focusing his gaze back at the kitchen where Ivy scrubs at the plate in his hand. He can’t help the way his mouth turns up slightly when ivy's tongue darts out between his lips in concentration. The new summon was adorable. Hes tall, shaggy brown hair, awkward and pebbles heart skips a beat everytime they make eye contact.

“You’ve been making fucking goo-goo eyes at him for weeks.” Alpha turns himself around on the couch to look back at the earth ghoul next to him. He honestly thinks he can see pink hearts float above his head when ivy blows a strand of hair out of his face. It makes him want to be sick.

“I have fucking not asshole”

“Do you think I’m stupid be honest”

“Actually-“ pebble starts

“Don’t answer that. I don’t know what’s worse, your stupid puppy love or the fact that he’s entirely oblivious to how you’re practically undressing him with your eyes right now” there’s a chuckle behind alphas voice as pebbles eyes grow wider and his face reddens at the accusation.

“Can you shut the fuck up? It’s not like that”

“Is it not? Tell me what it’s like then” alpha coos condescendingly as pebbles heart pounds, feeling caught in his own stupid embarrassing feelings.

“I’m about to tell you what having a bomb in your room is like if you don’t mind your own business. He’s a nice kid, nothing more.”

“Oh and that’s all?”

“Yes dumbass” pebble sighs

Alpha stands up looking behind him to give Ivy a small smile. There’s a crinkle to ivys eyes as he returns it, the cheesy all teeth grin lighting up his entire face even for a small friendly greeting.

His focus is torn away as alpha walks to the kitchen

“Just checking”

There’s barely any time for pebble to protest before alphas standing next to Ivy at the sink. They don’t even exchange words before alpha moves to crowd him against the counter, looming over his smaller frame with a look that can only be described as predatory.

Ivy gasps, looking up at alpha through his eyelashes as his breath picks up. He looks so small compared to alpha that pebble could just break something. That should be him making ivy react like that, not that disrespectful pervert.

Alpha leans his head down low to his ear, tucking a stray piece of hair out of the way and holding his chin still.

“Aren’t you such a pretty thing”

He noses low against his jawline, giving a small kiss to the side of his neck before licking him from jaw to temple, a small snarl beneath his breath that keeps Ivy still.

Pebbles eye twitches while he stares in disbelief. The entire situation has him ready to rip alpha limb from limb. Fucking with ivy just to mess with him, treating the poor new summon like some object? His hands ball up into fists as he watches alpha simply turn to walk away like nothing happned. Ivy pulls his shirt lower, his face so red you’d think he’s sick.

“I licked it so it’s mine dirt boy” alpha whispers moving past him. He’s going to kill him.

It’s not even the move that makes pebble furious, it’s having to watch Ivy scurry off to his room without finishing his duties because the poor thing is so turned on he can barely function. All from alphas stupid fucking stunt.

His blood boils.

Pebble almost sends alpha to the hospital a couple days later over dinner.

He really should’ve known something was up when alpha practically ran past him to get the chair next to ivy before he could. Pebble barely even touches his food, feeling nauseous over watching alpha fucking flirt like a school girl with ivy. It’s gross watching him dote, he wouldn’t be surprised if he picked up his fork and started feeding the new earth ghoul.

“You’ve got something on your cheek mint sprig” alpha smiles at Ivy about halfway through the meal “here- let me get it for you”

He leans over to lift ivys chin up while pebble watches in horror. The touch is delicate, much less harsh than he would usually touch anyone else. Ivy catches alphas eye and and bring himself to look away, the two staring in each others eyes while pebble grips the table so hard he may break it.

“Stay still for me”

He does. Of course he does. Ivy freezes as alphas thumb swipes over his bottom lip slowly, toying with it for a few seconds before pressing just the tip of it into his mouth. Pink and parted, a bit too willing to take what alpha is doing for pebbles sanity. He slides it back out, trailing saliva over his lip before letting go and wiping his own mouth with the same digit, seemingly satisfied. Ivy doesn’t even close his mouth when alpha lets go and the confused tilt of his head almost sends pebble overboard.

“Good boy, there you go”

An audible choke comes from the earth ghoul as alpha stands to put his plate away, leaving Ivy and pebble both flustered in their own rights to sit and stare down at the table.

The thoughts afterwards leave pebble disgusted, not only with alpha but with himself. He replays the scene in his head in slow motion more times than is really appropriate. Just watching alpha cover ivys lips with his own spit, Ivy just letting him play with his mouth. Pebbles imagination runs so far with the sight of Ivy getting flustered over being called pretty in the kitchen the other day that he has to take a cold shower before he goes to bed.

He desperately tries to push the instances out of his mind.

Pebble attempts to concentrate on the mop in his hand, completely on autopilot as he cleans the floor of the chapel. It’s tedious, boring, mind numbing, and a perfect distraction. The monotonous task clears pebbles brain as he picks up a steady rhythm.

He doesn’t know how long he had been mopping before he hears the creak of the heavy wooden door open behind him

“There you are, was looking for you sprout” alpha calls out.

Pebble sighs, “didn’t I tell you not to call me that?”

“Not the point”

Alpha can almost hear pebbles eye roll as he glares back down to continue his work.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?” Alpha huffs

“No”

“Cmon, just wanted to have some fun with you baby” his hands wrap around pebbles waist, rubbing at his hip. Pebble doesn’t even glance up at him, attempting to fight against his grip. They sway together while pebble pushes back and forth. It would almost be sweet if it wasn’t alpha and he wasn’t trying to fuck him nasty on the floor he just cleaned, pebble thought.

“What? still mad over my little thing with Ivy?”

The swaying stopped. Pebble gripped the wooden handle harder and swallowed thickly. The anger bubbled in him again and he attempted to study the patterns in the floor tiles as he desperately hoped alpha would drop it.

“Oh …. Oh that must be it then” alpha laughed. Pebble continued to stay still.

The mop was soon ripped from his hands and thrown to the side

“You don’t get to ignore me you fucking weed” alpha snarls.

Before pebble can protest alpha has him lifted up and shoved against the wall. His hands grip pebbles thighs, holding him tight against his hips as pebbles legs wrap around him instinctively.

“Put me the fuck down asshole” pebble growls, squirming against alphas grip.

“Have a little fun, dirt boy” alpha breathes against his neck, kissing and nipping just behind his ear earning a sharp breath from the earth ghoul wrapped around his waist.

“I have work to do idiot”

“It’s a small break, you can spare the time” alpha rubs his nails along the backs of pebbles thighs where he’s supporting him. The sensation makes his legs squeeze tighter around his waist as he leans into alphas mouth, going quiet. The silence is taken as an agreement as pebble relaxes a bit more in alphas grip, letting him bite along his throat.

“There’s the sweet boy I know” alpha laughs against his skin. He bites down onto pebbles shoulder earning a surprised whimper.

“Just touch me dumbass,” he demands.

“ I know you love this”

“I love getting off, not my fault you’re easy” pebbles tone is unconvincing. Shaky and high as alpha shoves his hands under his shirt to dig his claws into the plush skin of pebbles torso, earning a needy moan.

“Speaking of easy, I wish you could’ve seen your cute little boyfriend when I got my mouth on him in the kitchen.”

Alpha emphasizes his words with a roll of his hips. He holds pebble tight as he continues to run his teeth along his neck.

“Dont fucking talk about him.” Pebble rolls his eyes annoyed. Theres a breathiness to his tone as he closes his eyes to take in the feeling of alphas lips against his skin. He knows alpha is just trying to get under his skin.

“Oh I just thought you’d appreciate the information doll face. God he was so pretty looking up at me through those long eyelashes of his, wonder if he’d look better on his kn-“

“Shut the fuck up” pebble growls. claws into alphas back, pebble trying to threaten him into being quiet. There’s a pang of guilt in his stomach over hearing alpha talk about Ivy in such a way but it only makes it worse that his mind starts to wonder.

“You really should’ve seen him when I got my finger in his mouth, almost drooled over it the pathetic thing”

Alpha continues to force their hips together, feels how hard pebble is against him and can’t help but laugh a bit while pebble continues to protest and tear at his shirt.

“Just fuck me already please” pebble whimpers out, rutting his hips along with alphas

“I wonder if he would’ve let me. Just allow me to fuck his pretty little mouth with my fingers in front of everyone? He seems pretty easy, I’m sure he would’ve loved it”

Pebble wishes everyday alpha could just fuck him normally.

“I’m going to rip your fucking throat out if you don’t stop talking about him” his voice pitches and pebble curses while alpha grinds against him. It feels good, it shouldn’t feel good and fuck he shouldn’t be thinking about Ivy while alpha humps him against the wall and he hates that he’s even allowing this.

“Such a pretty rosebud isn’t he pebble? God I’d love to hear him like this, wonder if he whines as much as you do”

“Don’t fucking touch him, don’t ever put your fucking hands on him or I’ll-“

“Oh why? Because you want to do it? Wanna be the first to get your cock in the innocent little thing?” Pebble yelps when alpha bites down into his neck again. It’s an unfair game he’s playing, alpha knows him inside and out and pebbles going to fucking kill him when they’re done. He can’t move, can only just listen to alpha whisper absolute filth about ivy in his ear as they roll their hips together. He feels gross, dirty for getting off on it.

“Shut up shut up alpha I swear just shut the fuck up and put your cock in me alpha please-“

Alpha can tell he’s struggling, swallowing down his own pathetic noises while his dick twitches in his pants every time alpha mentions ivy.

“Protest all you want, I can feel how hard you are over him sweetheart”

“I’m not, just want you, I’m begging please just make me cum” pebble can’t help but move his hips along with alphas, shove a hand in his hair and pull him forward to get his lips back on him.

“God youre disgusting. You’re really getting off on this? Maybe you should just moan his name instead if you’re so desperate for him”

Pebble shakes his head, bites his cheek so hard he can taste blood. He doesn’t want to give alpha the satisfaction of getting to him, he’s not some gross pervert like he is.

The pace is too good, borderline too much and pebble doesn’t know how much longer he can control himself. Alpha knows exactly how to touch him, break him down until he’s a whimpering mess and pebble just tries to pray to whatever is out there that alpha shows him some mercy.

Alpha gives a particularly good roll of their bodies together that has pebbles thighs shaking.

“Fuck- ivy!” He yells before his brain can catch up.

“Oh you little fucking pervert.” Alpha laughs. The humiliation could just eat pebble alive as he tries to squirm away once again. “You are getting off on him! God you’re sick, what if I told him about this huh? Tell him you moaned his name while fucking me?”

Pebble wants to scream. “I’m going to fuck kill you, be fucking quiet don’t you dare” his brain feels like mush, he’s getting close and he can’t spit the words he wants to say out and god knows alpha isn’t slowing down. He feels brainless, ashamed, stupid even and his vision blurs as he thinks alpha is speeding up.

“god he would think you’re disgusting, poor thing probably barely fucking knows how to touch himself and you’re getting off on him?”

“I’m not fuck you shut up don’t you fucking dare tell him alpha please”

It’s too much, he feels hot even against the cool stone wall, he’s sure there’s a bit of drool falling from his lip and he doesn’t know if he can continue to fight before alpha forces the orgasm out of him.

“Know you’re close wildflower, come on, cum for him”

Pebble spills in his pants with a loud shaky curse, grinding himself forward through it. It feels good, too good and his mind goes numb as it washes over him.

“There you go baby, that’s it” alphas tone softens while pebble comes down. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and lets him down off the wall onto shaky legs. He keeps a steady hand on his torso to make sure he’s stable and waits for pebble to look back up at him to ensure he’s ok

“Doing alright? Feel ok?”

“You’re an asshole”

“I’m glad you’re alright” alpha smiles

Pebbles pants feel wet and sticky and utterly disgusting. His underwear sticks to him as he attempts to move to get the uncomfortable feeling to go away.

“If you wanna be good for me you’ll stay like that.” Alpha tips pebbles chin up to him. It’s hard not to smile at how flushed he is, face entirely pink with glassy eyes. “Don’t you dare change, want you to feel how gross you are all day ok wildflower?”

Alpha really just wants to see if he will listen, if he’s broken him down enough to follow a command.

Pebble growls as a response and pushes alpha away from him.

“I’m just too lazy to shower dickhead, I still have work to do no thanks to you” pebble picks up his mop again, cringing at how his pants stick

“I know you just like to listen doll face, you love being good for me”

Pebble tries to hide his face as he blushes, “I would love more if you were dead”

“I’m sure if I check on you later you still be like this, maybe ivy will smell it on you, see how sweet you smell when you’re turned on” alpha reaches down to take himself out of his pants, stroking himself while he watches pebble fumble upon seeing him

“What are you doing?” Pebble squeaks, gawking at the sight.

“I never got to cum, and I’m sure as hell not going walk around all day all messy like you, I actually have some dignity”

“I- why here?”

“Because I have such a pretty little sight right in front of me.. You know how much my good boy gets to me” alpha moans, speeding up his movements.

“I’m not your good boy asshole” pebble stutters out, he tries to protest and threaten but oh alpha can tell how much it gets to him. He sees how flustered he gets when he praises him.

“Mhm, you say that but you were just begging for me to get my cock in you right?” His hand works faster, thumb sliding over his slit gathering the pre that was threatening to fall down his shaft.

Pebble just stares at the scene, mouth watering and too light headed to fight with him anymore

“You’re not just going to cum on the floor are you?” Pebble scoffs as alphas strokes get more desperate

“If you don’t want it on the floor don’t let it get on the floor then sweetheart”

Pebble curses and drops to his knees. Still fuzzy and chubbing up a bit again in his pants and it’s really not his fault that he immediately moves to kneel in front of him, hoping to catch whatever alpha is willing to give him.

“See? Knew you were my good boy.”

Pebble can’t help but whimper at his feet.

It’s quick, alpha reaching down to force pebbles mouth open using his other hand to move his cock to rest on those sweet red bitten lips of his. It only takes a couple strokes before alpha is spilling into his mouth, having pebble greedily swallow it down and move forward to lick him clean.

“Ah, don’t be selfish wildflower, maybe if you do what I told you I’ll give you more later” alpha pulls pebble back by his hair. He reaches down to help him back to his feet, checking him over before giving him a small kiss on his forehead.

“Still ok?”

“Still fucking uncomfortable” pebble grumbles

“Maybe ill do something about that later then”

alpha tucks himself back into his pants and walks over to the mop bucket, kicking it over

“What the fuck?”

“That’s for ripping my shirt” alpha laughs, walking toward the door leaving pebble flustered and angry

“I fucking hate you”

[gaylotusthatexists]

eeeeeeeee it has finally begun

my piece for the hsbb!! absolutely wonderful event that i got to take part in, please go check out some of the other works from this event as well there’s some amazing stuff there!

will be updating this fic every wednesday and sunday over the next two and a half ish months until we’re done, scarian enjoyers come get ur slowburn in a neat lil fantasy world with magic and fun times :) legit been working on this since june oh my gosh, very excited to finally share this with y’all!!

[dawn-moths]

tw: predator/prey dynamics, reader is kidnapped under the guise of being saved, you could consider this dubcon at the end i suppose.

words: 900+

Vampire!Childe who finds you wandering through the freshly fallen snow that blankets the forests of snezhnaya, a trail of blotchy, splattered red following in the wake of your frantic, uneven footprints, leading him to you like a shiny lure dangling from a sharp hook.

Every new sound that echoes from the treetops makes you lose another notch of sanity, all logic wrung from your mind like water from a cloth until all you’re left with is the terrified instinct to keep running, don’t let it catch you.

You swore you could hear the distinct, almost but not quite human chittering of a mean chuckle every time you stumbled and nearly fell, as if the shadows took amusement in your suffering, but whether it’s all in your head or not doesn’t matter anymore.

You just have to keep running.

Against all odds, you just have to keep running.

Childe could smell you from a mile away even if your blood hadn’t been spilt, your sweet, sinfully human scent wafting through the air on a crisp breeze, tangled with the heady aroma of the thick pine that crowds the space of the wilderness.

He wants you, and so he shall have you.

But not until he’s let himself indulge in the thrill of the hunt.

The moonlight reflects off the shimmering snow, bright enough to light your way as you stumble through the woods, wounded shoulder clutched tightly in your hand, more panic flooding you every time you felt a new rush of sticky warmth slipping from between your fingers.

It lights his way too, not that he would even need a shred of illumination to see by. The night sky could be as black as the abyss and he’d still be able to find his way to you effortlessly, rushing over the twisting, uprooted terrain with the precision and grace of a dancer under the cover of pitch darkness.

His mouth was already watering at the thought of it— the thought of you, and how you’d taste— long before he’d caught you in his sights. And now, perched up in the top of a gangly pine, shrouded by all the course, spiky greenery, all he has to do is wait.

Because you’ve lost a lot of blood— far too much to remain standing for much longer, let alone trudging through the snow banks at the pace you currently are— and Childe can hear the beating of your fragile little heart, slowing more and more by the minute, soon to be claimed by the ruthless cold.

By the time you’ve collapsed against the nearest tree, breathing labored and growing more rigid and frozen with each second spent stationary as the cold laces through your aching bones, Childe closes in to make his move.

Besides, he figures you’re better off with him than left to face your final moments alone in the dark and snow. At least he’ll let you die in the comfort of warmth when that time comes to pass.

“Well, well, well…” his silky, unfamiliar voice coos, sparking a jolt within your psyche to get up, get away yet your physical form is too exhausted and delirious to exhibit much fear or fight. You simply loll your head back to rest against the tree trunk your back is pressed against, blurry vision going in and out of focus as you try to make out the figure standing before you, catching blotches of tangerine and carmine and charcoal amidst the endless sea of ivory and pine.

And then he’s kneeling by your side, fangs soaked with saliva as he concludes, “What do we have here?”

You reach for him, your trembling, bloodied hand missing a few times before finding the edge of his cloak, grip growing weaker and weaker as you breathe out, the words nothing more than a wispy puff before your lips in the frozen air, feebly begging, “Please… help me…”

Childe clicks his tongue, brushes the tips of his long, ungloved fingers across where your wound is saturated at its darkest, so quick and light you barely even feel it. He curls his tongue around the two digits that are stained with shining red— your blood, a voice in the back of your head warns you of, only it’s just a little too distant for you to register at the moment.

You feel your stomach clench and twist with dread, all the while your heart flutters and skips a beat at the sudden sound of him moaning around the taste of you.

“Please…” you plead once more, and this time, he seems to hear you.

“Don’t worry,” Childe assures you in a gentle whisper, much less sinister and sultry than before. And then you feel yourself being lifted from the frost, body floating yet still hanging heavy as your dead weight keeps your anchored tight to gravity.

Childe looks at you— looks through you, as if gazing deep into the pool of your very soul— and flashes a sharp-toothed smile. “First we’ll get you somewhere warm, and then…” There’s a chuckle laced into his next words, something cruel about it, like a cat that looks forward to toying with a mouse before killing it just for the sake of sick entertainment. He says, “And then we’ll have dinner.”

He sets off before you can even try to protest or form another thought, racing across the freshly fallen snow without leaving a trace, a phantom in the night, a reaper coming to claim your poor, lost, unlucky soul.

You lose consciousness before he reaches the edge of the forest, the darkness of your unconscious mind the last reprieve you’ll get before you wake up to find yourself faced with what will likely be a new kind of horror.

But Childe won’t just chain you up and drink you dry like most others of his kind would.

No, first, like a cruel cat toying with a helpless mouse, he has to have a little fun.

[goonersaurus]

MA in barcelona 1999 doodles

[offkilterkeys]

Writing John is so hard but I have to make him interact with Jasprose for a prolonged period it’s good for him it’s whag he needs.

Also I opened a doc with like 100 words in it and this was the first sentence and I don’t remember writing that but thanks Rose.

[lifeofafangirl1]

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

I sincerely think if Dennis Reynolds and Jeff Winger were to makeout, it would benefit them both immensely, in fact, it’d be good for their health

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Trust me when I tell you this alright, Anthony Boyle WILL be my future husband and that is a PROMISE!🎀💕

[indie-summer]