#Regardless of their outward appearance

[nelkcats]

Parent's Day

Ghosts didn't have a father's or mother's day as such, but they did have a day where they combined both. A day to celebrate your guardians. Humans, Yetis, Amazons or Gods, it was a quiet day to thank them for your ghost adoption.

Dan and Ellie had spent a few years under the halfa's care but at the end of the day they considered him their guardian (although Dan did it reluctantly), so when they heard about Parent's Day they panicked.

They wanted to show Danny that they really appreciated him but a mug or coupons were not enough. In the end after some brainstorming they decided to give him the closest thing to a mug that was in the Realms: Constantine's complete soul.

John Contantine was a very annoying human, they knew this because they heard Danny complain about his paperwork many times. Apparently their father had 99% of his soul but couldn't do anything until he had 100%, and what better gift than to help him get rid of the paperwork? He hated paperwork! It was perfect!

With some help from Clockwork they traveled to DC's dimension, determined to take the last of the hellblazer's soul. Dan wondered if he should steal a star from the dimension while they were there (Danny liked space didn't he?), as an extra gift.

John Constantine was in the middle of explaining the holes in reality to the Justice League when a shiver ran through his body. He had an instant bad feeling.

[13eyond13]

how do you think Light would react when he realized he was bigender (male/female)?

Im sorry, I don't really know myself. I haven't had any experience with that particular label or identity and don't want to just make something up about it as if I do know

[earthtooz]

in which: alhaitham resorts to lying on top of you in order to get you speaking to him again.

quick alhaitham thought i needed to get off my mind, making out at the end lol, potentially ooc

there were a lot of things you didn’t expect when entering a relationship with alhaitham. you didn't expect him to have kaveh as a roommate, you didn’t expect him to overthrow the government, and you didn’t expect him to resort to pettiness in order to end the silent treatment you were giving him.

it’s suffocating beneath him, squished into his soft mattress with his body weight, muscles wrapped around you like a python whilst one arm is extended outwards, balancing a book. you wonder if he’s actually reading it, but you can tell he’s enjoying himself regardless, evident through the way he often turns his head to place a kiss on your exposed collarbone, burying his face into your warmth from here to there. 

for the umpteenth time, you grunt, losing your mind just a little. his body warmth was getting too much, and you’ve been lying here for who knows how long, just staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.

you want to protest, berate him for flattening you before shoving him off, but that would mean surrendering, and this time, you want alhaitham to be the one to give up first. 

as if hearing your thoughts, your grey-haired lover then glances up at you, sleepy gaze filtered through messy strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes. you almost cave at the domesticity of it all, only just stopping yourself from brushing his bangs away. 

“still upset?” he murmurs, putting his book face-down to wrap his arms tighter around your torso. “fine. have it your way, i’m going to nap.”

“no-” he perks up at the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow as a mask of smugness gleams over his face. you shut your mouth immediately, cursing at yourself to slip up so easily, but you really needed to stretch out your legs and the other discomforts of lying like an unmoving plank beneath alhaitham. 

“what was that?” challenges your boyfriend. you don’t answer him, merely staring him down as he sits back, grabbing your wrists. “oh come on, i know you want to say something, out with it.” 

shaking your head, he scoffs at your stubbornness as if his isn’t just as frustrating, and gently caresses your hand. his touch is tantalising, urging you to give in, and paired with that lidded look of his, it’s practically impossible not to.

not many people get to see alhaitham like this, you realise. most know him as an indifferent, closed off, and unapproachable scribe, turned grand sage, turned scribe, yet you get the honour of seeing him as this. “talk to me already,” he demands gently, not letting his grip waver even as you keep trying to pull your hands away, only slipping away so far before he’s holding you again.

there aren’t many battles you can win against him, you know that, and one of them was a battle of strength. as he holds your wrists tight to your sides, his face so close to yours, you feel his earlier playfulness melting into something sincere. 

“are you still mad?” asks alhaitham, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as a pout appears along his lips. the response you give him is a petulant turn of your head. he sighs through his nose. “i’m sorry, okay? i was out of line, i should have listened to you, alright?”

his tone is uncharacteristically kind and warm, warm enough for you to give in to his pleas.

“you mean it?” you tease, grinning widely at him. in the blink of an eye, the tension from alhaitham’s shoulder seeps away like sand, and he sighs with relief before agreeing, a solid ‘yes’ slipping through his mouth. “then i accept your apology.”

“you minx, enjoying the sight of me like this, aren't you-” he murmurs, and you swallow his brewing snide remarks with a kiss, closing the gap by firmly pressing your lips against his. alhaitham is not surprised by your sudden affection. rather, he welcomes it, melts into you wholly as a hand holds the back of your neck to keep you against him. you're warm and precious and everything he could ever desire, so he can't help but let his hands wander, searching for more.

as your mouths slot together, there’s a delicate exchange of apologies that words cannot express; ironic, since alhaitham knows of several ways to apologise in a multitude of languages. nevertheless, he thinks that this is the best method.

with the way you move in sync with him, he can tell that this is your favourite too. 

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[kiame-sama]

Drag Me to Hell- (Yandere!Alastor x Chubby!Reader) 3.5

Warnings; Mention of suicide, Alastor has questions, talk of sexuality, fem pronouned reader, more rules of the deal,

(thought about making it NSFW, but didn't know if anyone would feel so inclined to read it or not)

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You were in the room you and Alastor shared in the Hazbin Hotel. He was seated by his dinner- a rotting deer carcass- and enjoying his feast before the battle sure to come from heaven and the exorcists in what seemed like only hours from then. Your joint visit back to cannibal Town and to Rosie with Charlie was a fruitful one and you did always like seeing Rosie.

"So, my Darling, you seemed amused by Rosie's comment earlier to me and even agreed with her on it. This means you understand it and would certainly not mind explaining it to me, right?"

Alastor loved to phrase his orders like questions as if you ever had the choice to not answer him truthfully. Due to your deal you couldn't lie to Alastor without him knowing, so the few times you chose to bend the truth had to be well worded and done with great mental effort. This wasn't worth that mental effort.

"Miss Rosie called you an 'Ace in the hole' meaning she believes you are asexual."

"I have a sex, Doe. I am male."

"Not your physical sex, it means you don't experience sexual attraction. You're not driven by carnal desire like others are. You don't feel that libido driven need based on appearance or outward characteristics. Pretty sure it means you don't have much of a libido at all."

"Well, I am not greatly interested in the pleasures of the flesh, that is true. But asexual appears to be in reference to one being without sex, I believe my experimentation earlier with you is a testament against that notion."

You felt the vague desire to chuckle, knowing Alastor was rather forward when it came to you so long as the two of you were behind closed doors.

"Just because you have had sex doesn't mean you aren't asexual, Alastor. Plenty of people who are ace have sex and are still ace, they just don't experience the drive to keep having sex or the libido others experience regardless of if they choose to do it again or not."

"Hm. So what is your sexuality then, my Dear?"

You paused for a moment, looking over at him from where you sat on your shared bed. It was true that Alastor had approached you regarding sex before, but every time he was driven by curiosity and not by genuine sexual desire. He was a curious sort and thus he sought to answer the questions he had however he felt comfortable doing. Part of you was sure he was aromantic as well and he only had whatever it was with you because of his desire to act how he thought he should act.

"I... Don't know, actually. You know that I died by... by my own hand. I never really got around to figuring that out."

"What would your interactions with me make you?"

"Straight. Or, wait, actually I think it makes me Demi."

"Demi?"

"Demisexual. Not really based on the male female binary but more like someone who is ace but begins feeling that sexual attraction after connecting with that other person on a mental and emotional level first. Not a primary sexual attraction based on appearance or observable characteristics, but one based off of emotional and mental connection."

"And I will be your only, understood?"

"I know, Alastor. We still have our deal and I don't intend to try to break it any time soon. Besides, what's a good radio host supposed to do without his microphone?"

[koegama]

Hanasei

Avg. height: 1.70-2.20m | Avg. weight: 80-150 kg | Hyper-carnivores | Semi-aquatic lifestyle | Lifespan: ~120 years

Hanasei are a semi-aquatic species that originate from lakes, but expanded their settlements into rivers and other large bodies of water. They're a medium-sized biped with a hard keratin helmet where horns sprout from and a tail with large fins. Their skin is slightly damp, and can range from smooth to bumpy, that affects their transpiration and how often they must hydrate. They have both two nostrils located at their helmet and from 2 to 4 gills on both sides of their neck, of which are used for speech in land and breathing underwater, while the nostril's only function is on land respiration. Their necks are strong and well develop, and can expand or contract.

Both hands and feet have webbed fingers to facilitate swimming, but the webbing on the hands can retract for better dexterity when handling utensils. Their amphibious lifestyle left them being only decent at both types of locomotion, but their versatility makes up for it as they can comfortably transition to both environments. They're hyper-carnivores and will eat anything made of animal matter, including bones.

They are the only sexless sophont in Koegama, using Aether as a reproduction tool instead of a biological system.

More physiology dump undercut! Warning, long

Head

The common head structure of a Hanasei is somewhat flat, with a stout snout and large jaws. Proportions and shape vary per individual, and slight deviations from standard models are common. Sometimes, small barbels, whisker-like structures, will grow from their jaw and upper lip area. They give a small boon to the olfactory systems, but otherwise have no major benefits.

Horns

While the protrusions on Hanasei's heads are not anatomically horns but a different keratin appendage, horns are the most common colloquial term. Their main purpose were for fighting and a display of health and fitness to potential partners. Nowadays, most Hanasei have no real use for their horns other than decorative, but individuals may favor different horn styles compared to others.

They don't shed, growing through their infancy and plateauing around 23 to 27 years old. If a horn is broken mid-development, it will continue to grow, resulting in mismatched horns and branched protrusions depending on the type of damage. Once the horns stop growing, the blood and nerve system will shrink and be absorbed, leaving the area with no sensation and regrowth impossible. Cracks and missing pieces being a common sign of age.

Variance

Horns are very vulnerable to Aether tampering, leading to a numerous amount of styles and types to exist. Larger, more elaborate horns can make swimming more difficult, but overall the range is stable and harmless.

The presence of horns and the pair number is not affected, with 2 horns always present.

Eyes & Ears

Hanasei have good night vision, but poor eyesight in general. They can recognize the shapes around them and a few colors, but their daylight and night vision are almost the same otherwise. Their eyes can have different shapes and colors, but the effect is purely visual as their eye sensors work the same regardless of their appearance.

Hanasei don't have visible ears, but a tympanic membrane around their cheek area, which is able to pick up vibrations both in and out of water. They have great hearing, and are more aware of vibrations such as tremors and footsteps. They can voluntarily close their inner ear and stop themselves from picking up sounds, a common method for falling asleep.

Mouth

Hanasei lack teeth, using their upper jaw protrusions to hold and rip food instead. They have a powerful bite, being able to hold down things with immense pressure. Their tongues function like a catapult, with the tip facing the inside of the mouth on a resting position and launched outwards when needed, their saliva being sticky and helping trap prey inside their mouths. With cooking and more efficient methods of getting food, this isn't a common practice anymore, unless one spotted a quick snack. Unlike the other sophonts, Hanasei are still able to eat raw meat and may supplement their normal diet with bugs, fish and other easy to snag creatures in between activities.

They have very powerful and sensitive taste buds, coupled with a taste disc that lets them distinct between minute differences in food. Their mouth, just like most of their organs, tend to take the most prominent color of their Aether.

Respiratory system & Speech

Hanasei has two different systems for breathing. Outside of water, their nostrils are open and air moves through their cavity into their respiratory organs, and their gills are used for channeling sound. Air can be directed to their larynx, which is specialized for manipulating air into sound similar to vocal cords, which is only connected to the gills and not nostrils. This separate system means Hanasei can talk while breathing, and their vocalizations are very impressive, being able to mimic almost any sound they hear with practice. They can alter these sounds with the opening and closing of the larynx openings and changing how open or closed their gills are. To keep their gills from drying, the parts used for respiration often retract or close, but Hanasei in drier climates must moisturize their gills at intervals to prevent internal damage.

Underwater, their nostrils close and their gills stay open. Most of their larynx close, and filter capillaries expand to better capture oxygen diffused in the water. This makes vocalization underwater impossible, and sign language is the most common replacement. Hanasei can have 2, 3 or 4 gills on each side of their neck, and the shape of the gill can be varied, creating "accents" for each Hanasei in their relaxed voice.

They have a good olfactory system, being one of their most reliable senses. They're able to smell the humidity in the air and incoming rains and droughts. Because this uses their nostrils, they're unable to smell anything underwater.

Body

Hanasei size and builds are diverse, with individuals building muscle mass, fat and other outside factors influencing how they look. Their proportions stay consistent, with necks around the same size of their torso, short arms and elongated legs bigger than the torso itself, but deviations aren't uncommon.

Limbs

Hanasei arms start with their shoulders placed at the lower area of their torso, and stop with hands on their hips. Despite the shorter length, they have impressive arm strength and weaker Hanasei are known to rival other species' average. This makes them great at carrying things, and grabbing and holding down prey and foes. Their hands are dexterous when the webbing is retracted, but they lose a lot of maneuverability when extended.

Their legs are long and muscular, granting them an upright walk. They're not very fast, averaging 7 km/h running speed, but they have great endurance and the ability to jump high vertical distances and can pounce forward if crouched. Their muscle system can lock into a crouching stance, a comfortable stance comparable to sitting. Their feet are digitigrade but their fingers are big and wide, with a large base, keeping their body in balance and stable at the cost of mobility and grace.

Tail

Hanasei tails are long, with a vertical caudal fin that often extends beyond the base and helps them swim. This fin can regenerate when damaged, and broken or rotten tissue can lead into an entire chunk or the fin removed to speed recovery and promote an even replacement.

Fins are classified into two types, regular and segmented. Regular fins are connected into one piece, while segmented fins are broken down into various fins of different sizes and shapes, similar to fish fins. No matter the type, their shapes are kept hydrodynamic and tailored for swimming. Sometimes, the size of the base tail will also be shorter or longer than average.

Hanasei swim in two ways: a horizontal wave movement and by kicking their legs. The former is done with the help of their tail fins and is the slower of the two, but costs less energy. Hanasei will often alter the surrounding current with Aether to make this movement faster, with an average of 11 km/h. Leg kicks are less common as long term swimming and rather used for short bursts of speed and distance, and the longer one uses it the more they'll tire and may be unable to swim without resting. The peak swimming speed of Hanasei is around 20 km/h, taking leg kicks into account. As they were ambush and endurance predators, the lack of speed was not an issue for them. Depending on their fin shape, individuals may have different ways of swimming.

Aether

Their natural Aether is Nam Aether. They make use of it to help their swimming and underwater hunting, and to keep themselves damp. They tend to cast Aether from their mouths, as their Aether glands are present on their throat.

In their breeding months, their Aether start producing cells for reproduction and lose their usual abilities. This months-long limitation leads Hanasei to not be involved with using their Aether proactively or learn new skills, preferring to rely on technology to harness and utilize Aether instead.

Reproduction

Egg

To create an egg, two or more Hanasei spit out and mix their Aether together in a body of water. The resulting foam will stick together and in 3 days will develop into an egg, and one healthy Hanasei can produce enough reproductive Aether to make 200 eggs. This can only happen in the breeding period of Hanasei, usually on the 2nd and 8th month of the year. Modern Hanasei societies will instead send their reproductive Aether to the labs of the area, which will store it to create eggs with more efficient mixing machines and incubators.

The Aether inside the egg will segregate itself into larva stem cells and the nutritious yolk. After 12~14 days, the egg will be completely dry and the larva will eclode. The volatility of Aether means many larva never form or form incorrectly, and these eggs are discarded and repurposed or eaten. Only 1 in 50 eggs actually eclode, and this high rate of failure leads Hanasei to not view eggs as their young or a new generation, but more of a vessel that can fail or succeed. They have no qualms with re-purposing eggs in food, experiments or any other procedure.

Larva

Larva, often called notes, are very different from their adult counterparts. They're not considered sapient when they first hatch, but their growth is rapid and by 3 months in, they'll have the intelligence of a one year old toddler and have legs and arm stubs growing, alongside the keratin helmet and an underdeveloped nostril. This growth is fueled by a great appetite, and Hanasei larvae are omnivores and will eat almost anything they can fit in their mouths.

At the 9th month, they'll have most of their limbs developed to their young proportions, but their respiratory system will need an additional 3 months to allow for respiration outside water. Larvae at this stage will take short dips into land to push their muscles and lungs, until they no longer need to return to water to breathe.

Young

Once a larva can leave the water, they're called a young. "Young" encompasses the children and teenager years, lumped together as they no longer share any major physical differences from each other or to adults. The rest of their growth will be in size and intellect, slowing down from the quick pace of their larval years into a more normal 20 or so years to reach maturity. The main exception are horns, which only start growing around their 5th year and can take over a decade to finish growing. Smaller horns may plateau faster.

[chrollohearttags]

kinktober day one

character: choso kamo

show: jujutsu kaisen

kink: pegging

word count: 1.7K

other themes + warnings: male sub, anal play, (obv) mommy kink, oral sex, strap on, spit play, choking, dom reader, overstimulation, cumshot, slapping

📝: some of my stuff I’ll be posting is inspired by videos so I’ll try to link the sauce material if I find it and this one happened to be inspired by this. Enjoy 🌚 (nsfw link btw! click with caution)

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───── ･

dating choso kamo was an experience like none other you’ve had before..being with him had taught you so many things you’d never even thought to imagine. He brought forth shades of you that possibly may have never been revealed otherwise and although some may say, you two had no business being together…you could care less nor did you pay any mind to the chatter about him ‘below your standards’ or ‘not enough’. It was the furthest thing from and as far as you were concerned, he was perfect for you! The yin to your yang..a grade A stereotypical goth with his black clothing, painted nails and fishnets..along with tattoos lining his arm and his affinity for the guitar. A stark contrast to your more dainty and soft aesthetic; blazers and plaid skirts filled your wardrobe along with babydoll platforms and lighter colors. Mirroring that of every quintessential ‘pastel gf/goth bf’ meme when together..even so, the love you shared was equally reciprocated and abundant on every level. Despite your obvious differences in personality, appearance and even interests. But there was one thing you found common ground on..something that would shock anyone who knew you for your outward appearances.

“Open up, baby boy…gonna get it nice and wet for me, right?”

“Mmphm..yes..”

a pair that by all accounts, regardless of contrast..looked innocuous, sweet and so delicate. Little did anyone know that once you got behind closed doors, those masks were peeled away and the facades faded rather quickly. More so, when it came to being in the bedroom. Most would probably guess that your grungy, dark eyed stud took the reins between the sheets. Probably a more softer, sweeter dom with a gentle approach but still in charge nonetheless. However…they’d be sadly mistaken! Especially considering the fact that you were gently stroking the side of his face whilst he sucked off the silicone cock you had harnessed to your thick thighs. The two of you had just come home from a rather eventful Halloween party..drunk and dressed in rather salacious costumes. You in a sexy demon costume that left little to the imagination and Cho in his incubus get up with wings included. Truthfully, (y/n) had dreamt of seducing and dominating your man for a long time and this was the perfect excuse. Wondering just how well he’d fair when he was no longer in control. As it turned out, he loved it far more than anticipated. So much so, each time you guys got intimate, Choso insisted that you take the lead. Whatever you wanted, he was at your whim and mercy.

currently seated on all fours, he’d take subtle kitten licks at the tip before taking it a little further. Hand rested atop his head as you guided him along so carefully..akin to the many times he had done the same to you. Watching those pouty little lips of his coil around that plastic shaft and glide across all eight inches. “Look at you..so cute and pathetic. Sucking on this dick like a good boy. Are you enjoying yourself? You like pleasing mommy, don’t you?” Cooing with such a seductive tone and he loved it. If he knew what was good for him, he’d get it nice and slicked up..with his back slightly arched and hands planted into the mattress, he’d focus intensely on slurping up that fictitious dick; allowing you to fuck his mouth with as much subtly or force as you pleases. He was your bitch..your toy to mold and play with at your leisure. Behind these four walls, without judgemental eyes to pry, you made love the way you saw fit.

“Good job, baby..you took the whole thing that time. And you didn’t even gag..you’re learning.” Offering up an encouraging smile and swipe of a thumb across his pale cheek. Your thumb rested between his teeth before being replaced by your strap on yet again. You could see him discreetly attempting to cup at his own member. What he wouldn’t give to jerk himself as he worshiped your perfect physique before him; perfectly round, big tits, brown, supple skin and dark areolas with puffy nipples. Nipples he wished to flick his tongue around as you bounced him up and down on that dildo. It would be nothing short of a dream but alas, it was a mere privilege. And privileges were earned. Getting to touch you in any capacity right now was something he’d have to work hard for. However, you wanted to explore a little more of that sexy body. You wanted to see how he’d deal with being placed on all fours, waiting to be mounted as you gripped his waist and he tossed his ass back..you surely were about to find out!

“..turn around, baby boy. I think you’re ready for me now..” giving the command to face towards the scattered plushies strewn about your bed and the wall as you saddled up behind him. With a quick tug to his neatly tied pigtails, you’d snatch his head back just so you could watch his initial reaction when you slid in.

“Mmm…fuck—wanna be so full of you right now..” the uttering of that phrase alone causing your pussy to quiver. You were a leaking mess between your thighs and had those straps not been in the way, you’d be trying to get off as well but right now, it was his turn to be slutted out. “Don’t worry, my sweet love. I’m gonna take such good care of you..just relax.” Giving him a barrage of reassuring, sloppy kisses. So with that, you’d prompt him to place his hands on both asscheeks behind his back and spread them open. That puckering little entrance was practically twitching for you to get inside of him. Whereas many men would shy away from the idea of being impaled on a cock, Choso knew that the ultimate pleasure lay in that exact spot. He wasn’t ashamed of getting stuffed full to fulfill his desires. Panting like a stray pup, he’d wait patiently as you slicked it up with lube and even massaged some onto his entrance. The sheer sensation of the cooling liquid made him shudder but you were quick to massage his skin..hoping to quell that anxiety. Leaning forward, (y/n) clutched three fingers around his throat, slightly tilting his head backwards before teasing that tip around the rim of his little entrance.

“Ooh, Cho..you’re so handsome, baby boy..so fucking cute like this.”

and it was that exact declaration that had him ready to be used any way you desired. And seconds after uttering so—

“G’ahh! F-fuck!” A loud cry erupted from his mouth; gentle whimpers falling from those pouty, trembling lips as you impaled him on that toy and tugged him back towards you. “But you look even cuter getting fucked.” Coaxing a chuckle from you whilst bucking your hips forward..those long fingernails coiled throughout his wavy black locks as you used them to keep him controlled, along with a hand on the small of his back. You tried your hardest to mirror his own rhythm but soon, you found a pace of your own that worked for both of you..especially when you could hear your boyfriend whining and crying out for more. It was something so hot about watching this man writhe his hips and try to wiggle his ass to meet your thrusts. You’d lean up a little to spit onto his orifice, giving him a little extra wetness.

“Yeah? That feel good, baby? You’re doing sooo good taking mommy’s strap right now. I love it..” receiving that type of praise from you had Choso ready to burst right now but he exercised restraint and just clasped the pillows in front of him as he tried to maintain that arch. His own cock was throbbing and his prostate being stimulated beyond relief. He was a firm believer that every man should try this at least once!.. “..th—thank you..thank you so much…fucking me so good.” So desperate for a release as that pressure began to build. He looked so utterly pathetic, it was adorable. Remnants of his eyeliner staining his cheeks and those guttural groans becoming louder by the second. Clutching a hand around his throat, you’d tug him back even further and impale that toy deeper. “So gracious…just for that, jerk that dick for me, baby. C’mon, stroke that shit while I fuck this little ass. I know you wanna come so badly..” and that would be an understatement; crying out, Choso hooked a hand underneath his torso and began to rub the tip of his cock in his palms, letting that seeping precum lubricate his palm. Eventually, he’d speed up a little as it was all he could bear. But that wouldn’t last long when you’d begin to dote on him.

“It’s okay, baby boy..you can come. It’s okay to nut from getting fucked like this. As long as you feel good, that’s all that matters..nothing to be ashamed of..”

it was at that moment, he’d begun to lose control and began shaking, so close to reaching his orgasm. Legs trembling, arch breaking and his balls swollen to the brim. Once you gave him the signal and permission to let go, he didn’t hesitate and before you knew it:

“G-g..GAHHHH! Fuck!” It was as if something had shattered inside of him at that very second and his warm, juicy load began to spill all over your bed sheets. Opaque cream meshing with the pink linen..a dumbed out expression on his face and tears rolling down his cheek. You’d make haste in comforting him as you leaned forward and placed a kiss to his temple before letting your lips meet in a haze of sloppy, passionate kisses. He was so elated and in indescribable ecstasy right now. Nothing felt better than this!

“I love you…I love you so fucking much..”

“I love you more, Cho..you did so good, I’m so proud of you..”

and you’d help bring him to this climatic high anytime he wanted.

@greenieweeniesworld @spaceforher @anubisisthebomb @crazychaoticizzy @makaylasierra789 @momobaby227 @certified-stargirl @thickbihhwitdagapp @kameko-ko @valentineluvu @mukurosbracup @prettypink-princesss @bleach-your-panties

[sashiavi]

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He knew this was a bad idea, a horrible idea. A potentially illegal idea? Don't ask him, he wasn't a cop - He didn't particularly want to find out regardless. But. The warm huff of his girlfriend’s giggled breath on his hardening length. The flushed expression of the usually stoic man on his blaring phone screen. They almost make him forget about the passing headlights of cars and the dripping pipes puddling on the concrete of the graffitied alleyway. 

It all started, Kaveh muses, earlier that night.

The Bumbling bustle of the bar oddly soothes Kaveh's nerves, an all-familiar place with even more familiar people. [Name] and Kaveh went out on the town with Tighnari and Cyno, leaving Alhaitham back at their apartment. He mentioned he had some important thesis he had to work on - Kaveh thinks it was just an excuse to stay out of it. Alahitham was a homebody, a grumpy near agoraphobic man that could live the rest of his life in a hole - And he'd be happy, too. Kaveh and [Name] would probably join him, the pair never wandered far from the aforementioned man. He was their rock, or maybe a boulder, temperamental, shell cracking at every misadventure the pair strung him through. Sometimes though, Alhaitham came out with the sweetest affirmations and it sent Kaveh’s brain barreling down a never-ending flight of stairs.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Kaveh’s phone buzzes on the table, lighting up with a message from his other half.. Or third? If his heart were a pie chart, he’d have a special place for both of his partners. All good things come in threes - or something - Regardless, his boyfriend texted him. And his girlfriend answers.

The ever so punctuated Alhaitham lights up his phone screen with his demands. Kaveh swears his eyes hurt trying to read his texts. He was too inebriated for this, the words swirl into a muddly ball of squiggles. He ought to punch Alhaitham in the mouth.. With his mouth… Maybe later. 

“He’s no fun” [Name] pouts, swirling her deteriorating paper straw through her drink, mixing up the once rainbow assortment of liqueur into a muddy, watery red-brown. Kaveh watches his darling [Name] slump over the table, throwing her phone down, nearly knocking over his frozen margarita and whatever bizarre cocktail she decided to order herself. Tighnari gives a soft chuckle from across the table, eyes crunched with a sympathetic smile. 

“Knowing him he’s missing you just as much [Name], he’s just not one for places like this, Cyno is the same.” Tighnari’s voice manages to cut through the live band playing away at some classic folk rock song everyone and their father knew. Speaking of; Cyno was nowhere to be seen - Long gone off to the bathroom or the bar.. Archons knows, that man was an enigma. Kaveh wasn’t sure he even existed in the first place, was Cyno real?

The ping on Tighnari’s phone nearly scares him. He shall appear Kaveh half recites in his head with an outward snort. He watches Tighnari with sleepy eyes, cheek pressed into the palm of his hand. The aformentioned man opens his phone with his thumb. He widens his eyes comically, quickly pressing the off button on the side of the device, nearly dropping it onto the table in his haste. [Name] squints at him from the table top, lips pursed and an eyebrow cocked. Tighnari clears his throat.

“Ah- Cyno messaged- He’s waiting for me in the bathro- uh I m-mean the back.. Room.. door- the back door! Cyno’s ready to leave.. I’ll see you guys around? G-Get home safe!” Tighnari stumbles of of his stool, most definitely not making his way towards the exit of the building. Kaveh blinks, sipping his frozen marg that was not-so-frozen anymore - Alright then. He side eyes his girlfriend, giving her a look - Are you seeing this?

“They’re gonna fuck” [Name] falls into a pit full of giggles, wrapping her lips around her straw, drinking up the watery thing this place called a cocktail. At least someone said it. 

“I couldn't have said it more eloquently myself..” Kaveh says, sipping into the last ounce of liquid in his glass with a bubble of his straw. Mm tequila. Yuck.

“I’ll be back in a sec, Kaveyy~ Gotta go bathroom..” [Name] hops off of her stool and disappears into the crowd. Kaveh sighs, blinking his way back into the land of the sober. He nurtures her drink with the instinct of a mother pigeon, fending for her young in the big bad city. No harm shall come to this watered down mystery juice, not on his watch. He feels the burn of alcohol in his cheeks, the subtle sway of his body as he sits and stares. Much like going to the bathroom at a house party, stuck alone for a second to really take in just how drunk you feel. The horrible feeling is quick to dissipate when [Name] comes weaving through the crowd, back over to their little table. She had a quirk about her, a sly look in her eye, twitch on her lip.

“Welcome back,” Kaveh hands her, her drink. She graciously takes it with a sweet kiss to his cheek, staining his face with her lipstick. Kaveh gets awfully suspicious when she pulls out her phone, pressing her face to his own and snapping a cute selfie, sticky lipstick stain on full show. She pulls back with a giggle, grinning down at her screen nearly pressing it to her nose. Kaveh doesn't have to inquire, she’s quick to let him in on her mischief.

“‘Nari and Cyno gave me an idea~” [Name’s] eyes looked far too awake for the time of night. Kaveh cocks a brow, squinting at her phone screen as she swipes between her gallery pictures. He sees her in all her glory, somehow managing to look absolutely insatiable in the dingy bar bathroom. Tiny dress slipped half off, pretty lips parted with her tongue poking out just enough, a dangerous glint in her eyes. He sucks in a breath, he really shouldn't get so worked up - Like a greasy school boy that caught a glimpse of a teacher's underskirt. Not that he ever did that. He ignores how his pants grow a little tighter.

“You went to the bathroom to take nudes?” He reaches for a napkin to wipe his face. [Name] rolls her eyes, sipping the last of her drink.

“Lewds, Kaveh” She earnestly corrects him with a pout, rolling her eyes as if he should have known the difference. Seemed nude enough to him.

“What, you have a secret third partner you're not telling us about?” He teases her. [Name’s] pout grows into a playful scowl, gently shoving his shoulder.

“Yeah, and they’re way prettier than you~” She bites back with a smile, shaking her head and falling into a pit of giggles that Kaveh couldn't help but join in.

“Should I send them?” She leans back in, zooming in and out on the pictures she snapped.

“To your new plaything?” Kaveh smirks. [Name] groans dramatically.

“No- To ‘Haithem. ‘Wanna tease him..” She giggles and nods her head, eyes glinting in mischief. It could be fun, Kaveh muses. He could make a hobby out of getting on Alhaitham’s nerves - Respectfully of course, he still loved him after all. 

“Tease him? He won’t be happy when we get back.. Puppy” His voice drops low, eyebrow raised with a cheeky smirk. He notices her visibly shift, mouth turned in a downturned smile, eyes squinting back at him.

“All the better, no?” She comes back at him. Touche. “C’mon, lets go now~” She beckons under his chin, pressing her finger into his skin, lifting his head with a quick flick. If she asked him to get down on his knees and bark, he’d probably do it. Who’s the puppy now - It's Kaveh.

The pair leave the bar and stand on the sidewalk by the building, [Name] eagerly scrolls through her pictures, biting her lip in an attempt to conceal her grin. She asks for his opinion, and he opts for something a little more modest, with at least some of her clothes on for imaginative purposes. She rolls her eyes at him, saying Alhaitham couldn't picture the colour green let alone a human. The two come to a compromise, pick one each and send off the cute selfie with her lip stain on Kaveh’s cheek. 

Kaveh slips his hand in hers as they begin to make the walk home, not before letting Alhaitham know -  With a little treat attached.

Kaveh doesn't even have to press the call button, Alhaitham’s name pops up bright on his screen. [Name] giggles again, hanging off of Kaveh’s arm. He swipes the answer button, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Love” Kaveh, feigns innocence in his voice, flicking his eyes to the little minx next to him.

“Is [Name] with you?” Alhaitham’s voice is ever deadpan through the speaker, the man had a knack for indifference, but Kaveh could see through it every time.

“Of course-” Kaveh starts before being hastily cut off.

“Good. Put her on please.” He sounds tense. Not the angry I'm about to blow tense. The other tense. Still about to blow - Just in an all new fashion. Kaveh masks a laugh with a sigh, handing over the phone to his other-other half. Third? He hands his phone to [Name].

“Nawhhh ‘Haitham do you miss us?” She opens the call with a sweet voice, swinging Kaveh's arm as they walk the dusky city streets. Kaveh strains to hear Alhaitham's droning voice, crackling through the speaker pressed to his beloved's ear, muffled and illegible. He can only listen to [Name], hearing half of their conversation through her replies- not that she said anything other than; various versions of 'mmhm'.

"Uhuhh~ oh? really?... Yeah..?" Her tone of voice steadily becomes more sultry with every word she speaks. A tingle runs down Kaveh's tummy, right into his groin. Curse the effect this wretched witch - his beloved beautiful girlfriend - Had on his body. He intakes a deep breath of city air, trying to keep vigilant of their surroundings, half purposely ignoring their call to calm the ache in his pants.

“Just can’t wait until we get home, huh..?” [Name] continues, voice suddenly sobered up. For some reason it turns him on more, being half ignored between their heated ministrations. He can only imagine what Alhaitham could be saying, and it riles him up all the more. The anticipation of what's waiting for him at home doesn't help - He knows what Alhaitham is like. If they fuck around, they’ll definitely find out. The consequences will be laid out for them. Regardless of who starts it, Alhaitham ends it.

Kaveh is jolted out of his running thoughts by a tug on his arm. [Name] leads him on with a giggle, down a street or two, right into a secluded passage nestled between two apartment buildings. Kaveh reels his head together, coming to so quick he swears he gives himself whiplash. [Name] presses her glossy lips to his own, pashing him loud and wet right into the receiver of the phone. Kaveh’s head was reeling, crotch most definitely bulging at the seam of his pants. He hears a faint groan through the phone, just as [Name] bites down on his plump lips, eliciting his very own keening noise.

She pulls off of him, lips wet with a sticky string of saliva, still connecting their lips together. He watches it glisten under the dim street light, snapping and joining the slick gloss adorned on her lips. His girl bites at his neck, huffing little giggles as she sinks her teeth into his milky flesh. Gods he can barely keep quiet, whimpering softly, fluttering his pretty carmine eyes closed. There's a scuffle over the line, a sound of fabric shifting through the speaker of the phone.

“Kaveh” There's a sweet whisper in his ear, sending the most delicious shiver down his spine, nearly making his knees weak. He finds the voice, his darling girlfriend, eyes full and swimming with something he was all too familiar with. There's a short beep and a phone is stuffed into his hands, video call on, camera faced to the ground. Alhaitham’s face is on the screen, brows scrunched up, eyes searching the dark picture of the video.

“Make sure I look pretty” [Name] bites her lip with a giggle, trying to mask her cheeky smile. Gods didn't she always, it was near impossible for her not to be. She lowers herself to the dirty concrete floor of the alleyway, hands already easing into the loops of Kaveh’s pants. He's hyper aware of their surroundings - distant chatterings of drunk party goers, the beaming lights of a taxi driving by. His eyes strain at the bright phone screen, nearly fumbling to keep the video steady.

“Watch him.. Make sure he touches himself~” [Name] purs against the bulge in his pants. Alhaitham watches closely as she fumbles with Kaveh’s button, unzipping his pants. She hooks her fingers into his waistband, clenching her palms into the fabric as she pulls them down his frame. Kaveh hisses, feeling the hot pressure of his trousers become replaced by a cool spike of air. [Name] fingers into his briefs on her way down, revealing the soft skin of his groin to the video. With a giggle she fully releases him, his pretty cock slaps into his tummy with a soft noise, leaving a sticky bead of pearlescent pre on his dress shirt. He hears a crackled moan through the phone speaker and his eyes are on Alhaitham. The man bites at his lip, squeezing the base of his thick length, face slowly being overconsumed by a warm red blush.

Kaveh can't decide where to look - Past the phone and down at his pretty girl? Or into the video feed on Alhaitham’s shaky camera angle. He fails to decide when he feels a hot huff of breath on his cock. [Name] kisses at his flushed pink tip, smearing the last of her sticky lip gloss all over his velvety head. Kaveh’s mouth falls open, eyes squinting down at the pretty girl below him. His grip on the side of the phone tightens as he captures her licking her tongue flat on the underside of his length, sending a hot pulse right into Kaveh’s achy cock. He bites back a soft moan, eyes already getting bleary and teary. Gods he was sensitive, and didn't she know it. He eyes Alhaitham’s expression, his lips parted ever so slightly, teeth biting into the side of his cheek. He watches as the usually stoic man breaks ever so delicately. It's something Kaveh had come to absolutely relish.

Kaveh nearly cries, his sensitive tip suddenly engulfed by the pretty girl on her knees, kissing at the back of her eager throat. She swallows around him, gagging hot over his pretty cock, forcing fresh tears to bubble in her eyes. Gods she looked almost pornographic. Mascara already beginning to turn into a black liquid mess under her eyes, threatening to stream down her cheeks. She drools over his cock, taking him back and forth, always swallowing his flushed tip down her warm throat. She eyes the phone camera, raising a brow she pulls off of his length, blowing a cheeky kiss towards Alhaitham. 

“Wish you were here~” She mockingly pouts at the man on the phone, eagerly taking Kaveh back down her throat. Kaveh keens out loud, moaning high from his throat with his head tilted back into the rough, graffitied brick wall. Gods she was rough, rougher than she ever was with him, was she teasing them? Showing Alhaitham exactly what he was missing out on? Was this how she took his cock? Rough and dirty and eager - Completely unlike the soft, doting way she wraps her lips around his own cock. Alhaitham crunches his brows, front teeth clenched with his lips parted in a scowl, Kaveh watches him stroke his thick length, the flushed velvet tip barely coming into the frame of the video.

“Makin’ a mess of yourselves in public huh? Trying to tease me? Better not come back here… If you know what's good for you..” Alhaitham’s voice babbles through the phone, playing along with [Name’s] little game. They all knew exactly what would transpire the second they walked through the door. It only eggs [Name] on further. It's her turn to moan, garbling around Kaveh’s long, pretty length as she takes him. She makes a show of sinking down on Kaveh, kissing at the base of his length, pretty eyes gazing up into the camera. Her mascara was running, pooling down her cheeks as she looked up at Alhaitham, purposely going out of her way to show him up. There's that feeling again, the burn in his tummy as he’s caught between their teasing, their little toy to rile each other up.

Gods it's nearly too much, Alhaitham’s eager shake of his shoulder as he jerks himself off, on show for only Kaveh to see. His cock aches and tenses as [Name] takes him down, rocking her whole body into him, suckling at him sweetly before fucking him with her throat. He cant take his eyes off of them, albeit blurred form the little pin pricking tears that well up in the corners of them. He stares through the phone screen, through the little square on the phone, eyes darting between [Name] and Alhaitham.

“[Name]... Haitham- [Na-].. Won't last..!” Kaveh’s hand wobbles, he was quickly certainly becoming the worst cinematographer in the world. [Name] rakes her palms over his cool, milky skin, caressing him with some ounce of her usual softness she leaves for him. A hot shiver runs straight into his groin, he can't help but thrust his hips forward, spearing his tip down her eager throat. She keens around him, swallowing hard on him, taking him deeper and faster his brain could barely keep up. 

“Gonna come? Poor baby's gonna come..? Look at what you've done [Name].. Dragging poor Kaveh into your little game..” Alhaitham’s voice mocks them through the phone. That's right.. Poor Kaveh.. All caught up between their silly game. His eyes work double time trying to focus on the two, Alhaitham’s looney expression, slightly pixelated from the horrendous phone reception in the small walls of the corridor. [Name’s] eager expression, lips wrapped around his cock, lead and wet and slobbery. He throws his head back, he couldn't bear to watch them, lest he make a mess of himself. 

He feels a hand on him, cupping at his balls, tender and ticklish - He feels himself tense, embarrassed at the man watching and hearing him through the phone, coming close from the pretty girl drooling over his cock. Gods, his brain was running overtime, absolutely reeling at everything it could. The flickering light above them, the headlights that stopped for far too long for his liking, the dripping pipe to his right. The warm engulf of his pretty girlfriend’s mouth around his aching cock, the usually aloof man in his phone, staring right at his groin with his own cock in his hand.

Kaveh’s cheeks burn, his balls ache and cock tenses hard. Gods, he was done for, unable to reel in the spike in his groin. His free hand comes down to his girlfriend’s hair, threading through the strands in an attempt to have her slow down. She manages to giggle, pushing past his attempt and suckling ever so sweetly against his hot tip. Kaveh whines and keens out loud, hiccupping in hot embarrassment, eyes finally allowing the warm tears to streak down his cheeks. He thrusts, he can't help it, giving in to [Name’s] pleasure, taking her mouth with his cock as Alhaitham watches through the camera. God he was sure he would never live this down, but he couldn't care - Not when his sweet girlfriend looks so pretty on his cock, not when Alhaitham chants through the speakers, commanding him to let go, to come for him.

Kaveh throws his head back, knocking his skull into the hard wall. He moans with an open mouth, spit hot on his tongue as his cock twitches hard. He can barely make out a short ‘Cumming-!’ before his sticky mess coasts [Name’s] tongue. He cums thick, milky ropes, whimpering as she suckles sweetly on him, edging all of his sweet, sticky cum out of him. Her tongue rolls over his achy slit, lapping up the pebbling spurts of cum that pulse from his cock.

[Name] makes a cheeky show of lapping at his pretty cockhead, tongue coated in his milky cum, smearing it all over himself. She sticks her tongue out for the camera, for Alhaitham to see, hot and milky, nearly dribbling off of her. She giggles and suckles at his swollen tip, swallowing around his overstimulated cock, earning a hot whine from his throat. [Name] stands from the dirty concrete, knees flushed and covered in a mystery dust. She snatches the phone from Kaveh, pulling him into a filthy, spitty kiss, swapping his creamy mess between them. She makes sure Alhaitham’s watching, peering her eyes to the side, seeing Kaveh’s fucked out, flushed face in the corner square as she kisses into him. Kaveh knew he surely looked a mess, lips swollen and teeth bitten, nose red with blush, eyelashes wet and stuck together. He can't bear to look.

Alhaitham practically growls, surely cumming in his own palm as he watches them swap Kaveh’s sweet, salty mess. He babbles, telling them that they’re filthy, they're in for it, pretty little things couldn't even keep to themselves. No wonder, he can barely keep himself from them regardless. [Name] pulls away first, nipping at Kaveh’s nose before turning to the man on call.

“Muah! Love you Haitham~ See you soon” She cheekily bites her lip, hastily shutting off the video call before the man could even get a word in. she crouches down, helping Kaveh re-dress himself. Oh the shame, he cannot bear to leave the sanctuary that is the dusty alleyway. His tummy flips at the idea of coming home to Alhaitham, maybe he could worm his way out? He was a victim - Just a bystander! The phone buzzes again, and [Name] giggles, shutting off the ringer and taking Kaveh’s hand into her own.

“C’mon~ Haitham is waiting~” She plants a hot kiss to his lips before dragging through the street once again.

“I don't know if I wanna ever see him again after that..” Kaveh pouts dramatically, heart pulsing in anticipation as [Name] punches in their building code. Here goes nothing, he supposes.

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Telling the Creepypastas you're pregnant

This blog has been getting kinda slasher-heavy lately and I want to balance things out. And I'm a sucker for family-related fanfics and headcanons so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Slenderman

When you tell Slenderman you’re pregnant, it sparks a series of conflicting thoughts and emotions in him. The thought about producing a child has never crossed his mind as a realistic opportunity. Why would it? After all, he didn’t think he’d ever sleep with someone to begin with. Let alone that someone being a willing, fertile human.

On one hand, Slenderman feels glad once you’ve told him the news. He can’t say he’s outright happy, but a strange sort of pride swells in his chest when he hears that his chosen companion is bearing his offspring. The feeling is something borderline primal, something beyond rationalisation, and Slenderman decides that he’s going to enjoy it for the time being.

Despite you having been in a relationship with Slenderman for some time, it can still be difficult at times to gauge his reaction to things: because he can’t convey them through facial expressions, you have to rely on your intuition on his body language.

Because hearing about the pregnancy sends Slenderman into a spiral of deep introspection, his outward reaction appears concerning to you. All of his movements freeze entirely, and it seems to you almost as if his conscious mind has vacated the premises. Only after you’ve asked him several times if he’s heard you and if he’s alright does he snap back into reality.

Although Slenderman’s initial reaction looked troubling to you, the situation comes to a comforting end. Slenderman takes your hands in his and kneels down in front of you to be on eye level with you. He tells you that the news has certainly surprised him but that he is going to make sure you two can make family life work.

Jeff the Killer

From the moment you saw the positive pregnancy test – the third positive test, just to make sure – you knew that the conversation with Jeff would not go down well. Talking about serious topics was definitely not one of the man’s strong points. You were worried that in best case scenario he would storm out of the house, and if worst came to worst, he would stab you to death before doing so.

Familiar with Jeff’s unstable and more than flammable temper, you decided to take certain precautions before telling him you were pregnant. You called a friend to stand by in their car near the house in case you needed a quick getaway. You made sure to position yourself so that you had easy access to the front door. You also hid the small handgun that Jeff had gifted you for protection in the waistband of your jeans.

You could never be too careful living with a homicidal maniac, right?

In the end, your precautionary measures prove to be unnecessary. When you decide it’s time to tell Jeff about the pregnancy, he takes the news quite well. Once he senses your uncertainty and fear in the situation, he asks if you think that he is a complete idiot. You two haven’t been all that careful when it comes to protection, so your pregnancy is not really a big surprise.

Jeff reassures you that he’s alright with a kid. Regardless, you still jump a little when he approaches you to give you a comforting hug. He brings his hands to the small of your back, and you begin to panic again when his movement stills and he falls silent before asking, ‘Babe, why do you have a gun in your pants?’

You stammer out a quick reply, ‘No reason!’

Jeff gives you a knowing smirk in return. Jeff is aware that he scares you sometimes, but he is very proud to find out that you’re not above threatening to shoot him if he crosses a line.

Eyeless Jack

EJ is pleasantly surprised to find out that although you and him are basically members of different species, it’s possible for you two to procreate. EJ hasn’t considered the possibility of children in any concrete sense, but he is glad to learn that the thought in fact pleases him.

EJ’s first reaction to you telling him that you’re pregnant in laced with curiosity. Despite his knowledge on human anatomy, EJ has never had to figure out what being pregnant actually entails, so everything about the concept is new to him.

Because this is your first pregnancy, it turns out to be kind of fun that you both are a little clueless about the realities of being pregnant. EJ especially sees it as a great bonding activity to read books and research the internet on pregnancy, childbirth and babies.

Just like EJ is determined to be the Best Boyfriend Ever when it comes to your relationship, he quickly adopts the concept of Best Dad-to-be. You are a little worried because EJ has a lot to learn about (human) babies – mainly how and what to feed them – but he has decided to show you that he can be responsible and well-prepared.

Masky

Tim is absolutely terrified when you tell him that you’re pregnant. He can barely take care of himself! If you left him in charge of another human being, one that is completely helpless without him, Tim doesn’t think he could manage.

Tim’s feelings towards the concept of having a family don’t improve even when you assure him that ­he obviously wouldn’t be going at it alone. You would be there to make sure that both the baby and Tim are clean, fed, and well-rested. After all, it’s basically what you’ve been doing with Tim throughout your relationship – taking care of him when he can’t do it himself.

Despite your reassurances that everything is going to work out fine with the baby, Tim is apprehensive about the idea. He feels that there are too many risk factors involved. Even if his mental wellbeing improved enough that he could feel confident about having a family, there is still the issue of his work. There won’t be a single well-rested adult in the house when he runs around on proxy business all night and you stay up because of the baby crying.

Fortunately for Tim, you’re aware of his tendency to focus on the negative side of things. You explain to him that there are obviously going to be challenges involved. Starting a family isn’t easy for anyone, but people still manage, and you’re sure that you and Tim will make it just fine, as long as you work together and take it one step at a time.

Hoodie

Needless to say, Brian is beyond happy when you tell him that you’re pregnant – and he doesn’t try to hide his happy reaction. When you show Brian the positive pregnancy test, the smile on his face outshines the sun. He picks you off the ground while laughing in pure excitement.

Starting a family is one of Brian’s lifelong dreams. He feels that a family of his own would provide him with stability and an anchor point to focus on when things get too hectic in other areas of his life.

Even if you didn’t know about Brian’s affiliation with the Operator and other proxies, his carefree attitude about having a child would strike you as worrisome. He launches into a monologue about how he wants the kid to get to try all kinds of different hobbies and go to good schools and be popular with the other kids, whereas you’re still thinking about the very basics of having a child.

The basics mainly being how you’re going to be able to push an eight-pound blob out of your vagina. You can’t send a kid to Ivy League if you can’t get it out of you in the first place.

Brian has a tendency to think too far into the future. You have to tell him to focus on things that are relevant at the moment: instead of researching college applications, you direct his energy towards more topical issues, such as where the nearest maternity clinic is located.

Laughing Jack

Jack immediately assumes that you’re joking when he learns you’re pregnant. Even though you tell him the news with a straight face and a serious tone, he disregards the information with a laugh and a ‘Good one, y/n!’ before continuing about his previous business.

You have to assure Jack multiple times that you’re not kidding, and the further the conversation goes, the more uncomfortable it gets. You can see that with each repetition of ‘I’m serious, Jack’, the man gets visibly more upset.

What makes the situation uncomfortable for you is that Jack has been very vocal about you being nothing more than a toy that he keeps around until he gets bored. He doesn’t perceive you as a permanent companion but as a passing fling. A child would tie Jack to you for good – mentally, at the very least. Even if he left and never saw you again, the knowledge that he has a child out there would haunt him.

When it dawns on him that you’re seriously going to have his baby, Jack disappears into thin air. The situation is especially complicated if you decide to actually keep the baby. You know that Jack is unpredictable, that there is a possibility that he will kill the child himself if you don’t abort the pregnancy. And even if things didn’t get that far, it’s likely that Jack would not want anything to do with you orthe child anymore.

You’re not sure where Jack has gone or if he’s going to come back, but you decide to give him time and wait patiently for now. There’s really nothing else you can do at the moment.

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: oarfish

It's the first Wet Beast Wednesday of the year. A year is a long time, and do you know what else is long? Oarfish! (A+ segue right there). Oarfish are long, skinny, and large fish of the family Regalecidae known for their odd appearances. There are three known species of oarfish in two genera: Agrostichthys parkeri, Regalecus russelii, and the most famous: Regalecus glesne.

(image id: a giant oarfish swimming. It is a long, serpentine fish with silvery skin ands multiple black patches. A short, red dorsal fin runs down its back and a crest of fin rays is on the head. end id)

All oarfish are poorly understood due to their deep-sea habitats leaving it hard to study them in the wild. As such, most information about them is known from rare wild sightings and carcasses. Adults live between 250 and 1000 meters (660 to 3300 ft) down, but larvae are occasional juveniles are found near the surface. Living oarfish that end up near the surface are likely to quickly die of depressurization. All species are long, slender, and scaleless, with elongated fin rays at the leading edge of the dorsal and pectoral fins that result in training crests. Their mouths are small and usually toothless (though some have been found with vestigial teeth) and can protrude outward. This protrusion creates suction, which the oarfish uses to draw food into its mouth. Its diet consists of zooplankton, primarily krill and shrimp, but also jellyfish, squid, small fish, and other crustaceans. They lack swim bladders and likely have to actively swim to maintain their position in the water column. Oarfish are believed to use two kinds of locomotion. They can undulate their whole body or by holding the body straight and moving only the long dorsal fin. Regardless of method, oarfish are not strong swimmers. Many of the vertebrae in the tail are hyper-ossified, meaning they have excess bone growth. This is believed to provide support for the tail as it moves and prevent fractures. It also likely helps control buoyancy. In some specimens, the tail appears to be blunted. This is speculated to be the result of self-amputation. The hypothesis is that the oarfish can drop part of its tail to escape predators. The predator would then go after the tail rather than expend more energy attacking the fleeing fish. The ability to lose a body part like this is called autotomy. While some animals who practice autotomy can regrow the lost body part, there is no evidence that oarfish can regrow their tails. Little is known about oarfish reproduction, but they are presumed to reproduce externally and provide little or no parental care. Larval oarfish float below the ocean's surface and feed on plankton. Juvenile oarfish have occasionally been found swimming at shallow depths. It is not clear how long oarfish development takes or at what point they descend into the deep sea. The lifespan is also unknown. Footage of oarfish in their natural habitat shows that they spend a lot of their time positioned vertically in the water, with their heads facing the surface. This would help them spot prey silhouetted against the sunlit surface of the water.

(image id: a closeup of the head of a giant oarfish lying on sand. The head is indistinct from the body. It has a large, silver eye with black pupil. The mouth is oriented vertically, making it look very odd compared to most fish mouths. The rest on its head and elongated pectoral fin rays are visible. End id)

(image id: four pictures of larval Regalecus russelii. It is of a similar body shape to an adult, but shorter and without pigment. The first fin rays for the head and fin crests are visible. End id. source)

The smallest of the oarfish is Agrostichthys parkeri, sometimes called the streamer fish. Small is a relative term as it can grow up to 3 meters (9.8 ft) long. Unlike the other known oarfish, it has hard nodules on its skin that may help with defense. A. parkeri is the least-well known of the oarfish. Only seven specimens have ever been examined. They have only ever been found in the southern Pacific ocean. The next largest is Regalecus russelii, Russell's oarfish. It can reach 5.4 meters (18 ft) long and is found worldwide along the equator. The largest and most famous species is Regalecus glesne, the giant oarfish. At recorded sizes up to 8 meters (26 ft) and 270 kg (600 lbs) and unconfirmed reported sizes up to 11 meters (36 ft), the giant oarfish is the longest bony fish alive today. Truley the longest of bois. They are found worldwide between the equatorial and polar regions.

(image id: the head of a deceased Agrostichthys parkeri lying on sand. Its head is longer than that of the giant oarfish and the open mouth appears as an extension of the head. end id)

(image id: a juvenile Regalecus russelii found in the great barrier reef. It looks similar to the giant oarfish, but is considerably smaller and its body is a pale blue. end id)

Due to their long, slender bodies, relative rarity, and extreme size, sightings of oarfish are speculated to have been responsible for many sightings of sea serpents. While most sea serpents were described as terrifying monsters that would attack ships, oarfish are completely harmless to humans. The reverse is not the case, as oarfish are occasionally caught as bycatch. There is no commercial fishery for oarfish as their meat is too poor quality to be used as food. One common name for oarfish is "king of herrings". This came from early reports of them apparently swimming amongst schools of herring, with sailors assuming the oarfish were leading the herring. In Japanese mythology, oarfish are known as "Ryūgū-no-tsukai" which translates to "messengers from the palace of the sea god". A bit of Japanese folklore considers oarfish to be harbingers of earthquakes. There is no scientific evidence for any relationship between oarfish and earthquakes, but the belief got boosted after mass strandings of Russel's Oarfish happened in early 2010 and a massive earthquake occurred in 2011. Little is known about the conservation needs of all species of oarfish and no species currently has legal protection.

(image id: 17 people (with more in the background) holding up a deceased giant oarfish to show its scale. end id)

[scoobydoodean]

what’s your opinion on “lebanon”? as it actually is in the show and how fans/fic writers interpret/approach it.

cause i’ve been binge-reading “lebanon” fics and i’ve noticed two patterns: sam might argue with john or he stays calm but regardless he preaches to dean about what a terrible father john was, and dean always falls back into his performing and just keeps defending john. now i love all that angst, really i love it so much, these fics are phenomenally written… but i’m just wondering if i’m crazy to think that dean wouldn’t actually fall back into that role to such an extent, and whether the episode actually kinda got it right by having dean feel secure with his family as it is. iirc my issue with the episode is that neither dean nor sam got to express any issues with john in an honest but civil way (and that john is too nice) but that still i liked dean’s expression of security, but tbh it’s been awhile since i last watched it so maybe i’m missing/misremembering smth… thanks!

One of the strangest things I see in fandom is how many people's sense of how Sam views John versus how Dean views John is just flat out wrong. The idea that Dean is always defending John while Sam is always criticizing him the whole show is negated over and over and over in the actual show itself—extremely overtly.

There's two issues here in my mind that lend to this fandom problem.

The fandom accepting Sam and Dean's "John Narratives" at face value in the early episodes of season 1. For example, watching 1.08 "Bugs", where Dean claims to have no resentments toward John and says Sam also was a dick during Sam and John's fight, and going, "Well there we go. Dean has no resentments and refuses to criticize John but Sam will." At this point, we already know from 1.06 "Skin" that Dean does have resentments toward John for not appearing to care about him and for abandoning him, and we get further indications in 1.11, and 1.21 in this season alone. Another example is Sam and Dean's clashes in 1.10 "Asylum" and in 1.11 "Scarecrow", which are largely analyzed by the fandom as moments where Dean is blindly following orders when they have some other, better option Sam is pushing, and Dean is just refusing to go along with Sam's much better ideas because he's too focused on believing their dad knows best... when that is not actually what is happening at all. Sam's alternative plans in the beginning of 1.10 and 1.11 are absolutely stupid. In 1.10, he wants to call the FBI on John to find him. That's his big idea—instead of following the coordinates John just sent them and seeing if he's there. In 1.11, Sam's big bright idea on finding John is to abandon some people to die on a time-sensitive case so he can go search all of Sacramento for John with nothing but an area code. His plans are dumb, plain and simple—and while we do see Dean hiding his own resentments in these episodes too, that does not remain true—which brings me to the other issue here.

Fandom doesn't leave room for the brothers perspectives on John and their outward expressions of those perspectives to shift or mature over the series. This is particularly funny because their perspectives are literally swapping over the course of season 1, and have pretty much fully swapped by 2.02.

Sam's shifting season 1 perspective on John

What actually happens in season 1, is that Sam, who starts out burning with resentment and hurt toward John for disowning him and being a smothering drill sergeant and absent, binge-drinking dad, slowly begins empathizing him because he's now suffered a similar trauma and is having extreme difficulty coping with it himself! Sam's empathy for and understanding of John (and hell—even respect for John handling it as well as Sam thinks he was capable) is already beginning to show in 1.02—where Sam asks Dean "How does Dad do it?" (i.e., deal with the same burning rage and desperation for vengeance that is tearing Sam apart) (gifset). In 1.04, he learns John was bragging about Sam's accomplishments to other people (gifset). In 1.08, when Dean tells Sam that John was never actually disappointed in him—that he was scared Sam would get hurt if he wasn't around (gifset here) a lot of Sam's anger about the Stanford fight fades. He ends the episode saying "Dad did the best he could" (a repeated quote often misattributed as coming more from Dean) and saying he wants to find him to apologize to him for the things he said (gifset). John and Sam share a heartfelt, tearful hug in 1.16—at the end of which Sam begs John not to leave, and in 1.20, John himself apologizes and explains what was going on in his head when they fought, and it ends with them smiling and laughing as they acknowledge they understand each other and they're the same. I track Sam and John's relationship through the tag, #we probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone because Sam says that during that conversation in 1.20 (gifset).

Dean's shifting season 1 perspective on John

At the same time this shift is happening in Sam, we see Dean going the exact opposite direction. He starts out believing John has their best interest at heart even if they don't understand his actions, but the resentment is there too (1.06). In 1.09 and in 1.12, Dean needs help desperately, and John doesn't answer. While Sam is learning that John actually cares about him, Dean is growing more and more concerned that John doesn't care about him (Dean) specifically. We see this resentment start to come out (season 1 compilation set here) in 1.20, when John says he wants to keep the boys safe and that's why he's ditching them, and Dean calls it "A bunch of crap". Dean begins standing up to John to his face from this episode onward—finishing 1.20 with a "Yeah well we saved your ass" in response to John saying they disobeyed him. In 1.21, John tries to get on his case, and Dean lays into him about not answering the phone and specifically about abandoning Dean when Dean needed him in 1.09 and 1.12. In 1.22, Sam tries to get his way by telling Dean that John wouldn't want them to bring The Colt to save him, and Dean yells "I don't care what Dad wants!" and then when Sam starts throwing the blame on him for everything, Dean says,

Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can’t wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I’m gonna be the one to bury you. You’re selfish, you know that? You don’t care about anything but revenge.

Dean has compared Sam and John more than once during the series, and it has never ever been a compliment.

Sam and Dean in the rest of the series

Sam and Dean's interactions about John in rest of the series are... almost universally the opposite of what the fanfics you've picked up suggest. Their interactions almost always show Dean criticizing John and Sam keeping silent or defending him, or reiterating that John did what he had to/the best he could.

Gifset on Dean's whole season 2 "Fuck John Winchester" vibe here.

In 2.01, Dean shouts at John for (it appears) abandoning him to die:

DEAN Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything? I've done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?

Sam and John have a horrible fight where John blames him for Dean's condition and Sam tells him to go to Hell only for him to make a demon deal and literally go to Hell that same day (gifset) and Sam tries to start another fight right before John dies but John refuses to engage (gifset). The result ends up being that Sam and Dean have fully swapped places on John by 2.02 with John's death as the catalyst. John's death leaves Sam with regrets that their last interaction was Sam trying to start a fight (2.02). He decides he wants to hunt in John's memory (2.02) (gifset1, gifset2) while a part of Dean desperately wants to quit the life altogether—he's clawing the walls but feels helplessly trapped (2.09, 2.10, 2.20).

Sam defends John while Dean suggests John lead them down the wrong path with a dogmatic rule book (2.03). He demands they go to Lawrence so he can place John's dog tags over Mary's grave (2.04). He spends the season regurgitating John's orders, pushing Dean to do what John told him to do (2.11, 2.14, 2.20) while Dean wants to quit the life (2.09, 2.10, 2.20) and burns with anger toward John. In 2.10, Dean says "I wish to god he'd never opened his mouth!" about John.

In 2.11 "Playthings":

SAM (shoving DEAN to face him) Dean! Dad told you to do it, you have to. DEAN Yeah, well, Dad's an ass! (SAM frowns in confusion) He never should have said anything! I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids! SAM No. He was right to say it! Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!

We see Dean seething with resentment while Sam defends John's orders and tries to enforce them on Dean, carrying the legacy of their father in more ways than one.

Over and over, we get indications that a part of John treated Dean as disposable while he sheltered Sam, and that Dean is increasingly aware of the impact that's difference has had on him—to the point he realizes his father's neglect and abuse is the reason he isn't fighting to save himself in 3.10 "Dream A Little Dream Of Me". Dean and John's relationship is intentionally paralleled with a physically abusive relationship between a father and son in this same episode (gifset, meta), and in this episode, Dean rejects his father as an "obsessed bastard", calls Bobby his father (gifset), and decides from this point forward, he's going to fight to save himself from his demon deal because fuck John Winchester.

DREAM DEAN Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you? DEAN Son of a bitch! My father was an obsessed bastard! All that crap he dumped on me, about protecting Sam! That was his crap! He's the one who couldn't protect his family! He– who wasn't there for Sam! I always was! He wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me! And I don't deserve to go to Hell!

And yeah! Dean also still loves John! And more than that—he craves John's protection. We see this in 3.14 "Long Distance Call" when the Crocotta calls to Dean as John from beyond the grave, telling Dean exactly what Dean wants to hear: "I never wanted this. Never. You're my boy, I love you. I can't watch you to go to hell, Dean," and telling Dean he can save him. This is pure longing for the love and protection Dean has always desired from John but feels like he's never received. Instead, he's always felt disposable.

In season 4? Oh boy... we get this incredible bit in 4.10 between Dean and Anna:

ANNA I was stationed on earth 2,000 years. Just... watching... silent... invisible... out on the road... sick for home... waiting on orders from an unknowable father I can't begin to understand. So don't tell me that -- DEAN laughs. ANNA What is so funny? What? DEAN Nothing. Sorry. It's just...I can relate.

Then in after meeting Adam in 4.19, Sam and Dean have a fight about whether to bring Adam hunting with them or leave him to a normal life:

DEAN 'Hunting is life. You can't have connections.' Dad gave you that exact same speech, remember? It was just before you ditched us for Stanford. You hated Dad for saying that stuff, and now you're quoting him? SAM Yeah, well, turns out Dad was right. DEAN Since when? SAM Since always. Dean, when I look at Adam, you know what I see? DEAN A normal kid. SAM No. Meat. Because the demons and monsters out there, that's all he is. I hated Dad for a long time. I did. But now I think I understand. So we didn't have a dog and a white picket fence. So what? Dad did right by us. He taught us how to protect ourselves. Adam deserves the same. DEAN Listen to yourself, man. SAM You think I’m wrong? DEAN I think it's too late for us. This is our life. This is who we are, okay? And it's fine. I accept that. But with Adam, he's still got a chance, man. He can go to school. He could be a doctor.

Sam says John did right by them. Dean thinks he absolutely didn't, but they can't change who they are now—they can only keep others from falling down the same path.

At the end of the episode? Oh boy...

DEAN You know, I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much. You two were practically the same person. SAM looks over. DEAN I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now. SAM I'll take that as a compliment. DEAN You take it any way you want.

It is NOT a compliment.

In 5.16, Dean is confronted with god's intentional absence, and burning with resentment, says to Joshua,

Forget it. Just another dead-beat dad with a bunch of excuses, right. I’m used to that. I’ll muddle through.

In 5.13, Sam takes the opportunity presented to him by young John's presence to defend their father and tell John that he forgives him (gifset).

JOHN Look, how long have you known about this...hunting stuff? SAM Pretty much forever. My dad raised me in it. JOHN You're serious? Who the hell does that to a kid? SAM Well, I mean, for the record, Mary's parents did. JOHN I don't care. You know, what kind of irresponsible bastard lets a child anywhere near—Y-you know, you could've been killed! SAM I, uh...came kind of close. SAM laughs. JOHN The number it must've done on your head...Your father was supposed to protect you. SAM He was trying. He died trying. Believe me. SAM sits down on the bench under a window. SAM I used to be mad at him. I—I mean, I used to... I used to hate the guy. But now I—I... I get it. He was...just doing the best he could. And he was trying to keep it together in—in—in this impossible situation. See... My mom, um... She was amazing, beautiful, and she was the love of his life. And she got killed. And...I think he would have gone crazy if he didn't do something. Truth is, um, my dad died before I got to tell him that I understand why he did what he did. And I forgive him for what it did to us. I do. And I just—I love him.

What Lebanon does is present Sam with the opportunity to reiterate his forgiveness toward a John who understands the context:

SAM Dad… for me? That fight… that was a lifetime ago. I don’t even remember what I said, and – I mean… yeah. You know what? You did some messed-up things. But I don’t… I mean, when I think about you… [voice breaks] and I think about you a lot… I don’t think about our – our fights. I think about you… I think about you on the floor of that hospital. And I think about how I never got to say goodbye. JOHN Sam. Son. I am so sorry. SAM I’m sorry, too. But you did your best, dad. You – you fought for us, and you loved us, and… that’s enough.

So yeah! The fanfic narrative here where Sam is Mr. "Dad was bad" and Dean is Mr. "Nooo dad did the best he could" IS ABSOLUTE NONSENSE!!!!!

[kirbyskisses]

kirby’s kinktober (twenty-five)

submission//cloud strife

cloud doesn’t much care about sex. he blushes intensely at just you holding his hand or kissing his cheek or running your fingers through his soft hair comparing it to a chocobo.

his freckles light up when he turns pink at such simple gestures, so of course sex makes him incredibly awkward and flustered.

but he can always put his nerves aside to make you feel good, just as his awkwardness sheds when he protects you on a battlefield.

ever since serving him a certain massage and hearing his unsubdued moans and hiccups at your skilled hands, you realized that cloud strife is deeply submissive regardless of his soldier-like outward appearance.

a submissive attitude that he’s always ready to serve you with.

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“mistress,” he groans, feeling himself shoot up in his pants, thick cock uncomfortably hard against his stomach.

you smile and reach your hand back, rubbing the prominent bulge through his pants’ fabric. he gives a guttural groan against the lips of your pussy, sucking at the creamy entrance and kissing your clit obediently as you ride his face.

“you’re making me so wet, baby. are you trying to drown in it?” you have a giggle in your voice, breathy at the pleasurable shiver he puts through your legs.

he’s too shy to ever say it his moans at confirmation enough. he grips your rolling hips and his blue eyes, tinged with a shine of mako-green, meet yours. he pulls you up only to breathe before placing you back down. his hips buck and grind and wave, cock trying to reach its high as your fingers undo his heavy belt and slip into the waistline of his briefs.

his hungry sound reverberates in between your thighs when your palm starts to wrap around the burning hot skin of his cock. it’s ludicrously thick and throbbing and he throws his head back when your hand bobs along it.

“is this distracting you, cloud?”

“no, mistress!” he inhales sharply and shakes his head before turning his attention back to slurping and kissing and sucking and tongue-fucking your hot core with a muffled beg.

“please cum on my face, mistress.” barely escapes his mouth before your thighs tighten on him more.

his fingers dig deeper into your sides, tongue as far and it can go, and he looses himself in working endlessly to make his mistress gush, to make he squirt and soak his golden hair and pale skin.

“good boy, cloud. get mistress to cum and i’ll let your pretty cock cum as a reward.” you pat him coolly, and feel his tongue swirl around your walls until you seize up. the pink muscle sloppily indulged your sweet spot as you grip his pulsing length and you shake, releasing into his awaiting mouth.

he mumbles your title again and lets out a pornographic heave of a moan as he shoots white onto his flexing tummy.

you climb off of his feverish shaky form as stroke his cheek down to his chin, which is soaked in a drooly, streaking white.

“wanna get cleaned up?”

“n-no.” even when shaky from the power of his orgasm, cloud’s resolve to help remains unshakable.

“i want to make my mistress do it again, please.”

[shakingparadigm]

Some more stuff to add onto Till's new performance outfit:

Based on these previous glimpses, it's safe to assume that most people expected a more punk-rock style for Till's new outfit. Even in his default performance costume, signs of rebellious spunk are present in the graffiti that he spray paints onto his shirt and his lack of shoes. For someone dressed like that since his debut, surely his new outfit should be equally as scrappy. A black leather jacket befitting a rockstar seems like a perfect fit together with his fingerless gloves, and in most fanarts before this point he wears exactly that. Because the Till that we know is brash, unapologetic, and doesn't give up. Surely his blood is running hot for this round! Maybe he's angry, maybe he's determined to win, but regardless his outfit should be a reflection of that right? Strong, rough, and rebellious.

Yet the Till we get in actuality is so incredibly subdued. There's no black leather jacket, no cool accessories, not even his signature guitar. Even his hair has grown out to reflect his more muted disposition. It's as if he can't even take care of himself. In this frame he bears more resemblance to a robot than the Till known and loved by the audience. It's odd to see him stand so still and lifeless. His clothes seem more like funeral attire, plain and unremarkable in a fashion that past Till would have despised.

Most of all, his face is dropped down into an expression of defeat. The normally sharp and angular lines of his character design make way for softer, drooping shapes. This change is most evident in his eyes, which are usually the most striking part of his face. Till's eyes have lost their edge, and the composition of this shot seems to emphasize a loss of color as well. All of these changes in appearance transform Till into a character that isn't even recognizable at first glance. It's as if he's a shell of his former self, and instead of exploding outward in the way he seemed likely to do, Till has instead burned out.

[ventitititi]

HEY THERE!!!!

Sooo, I was thinking and wanna know your thoughts about what are genshin men insecure about their bodies? Scars, height, weight, colors, shapes etc etc (sfw and/or nsfw)

What does their s/o unintentionally do that reassures them?

My personal favorites are Tighnari, Kaveh and Diluc. But feel free to choose whoever you want!!!

Thanks a lot!! 💕

Oh my goodness this is cute!! Of course I'll do all the boys mentioned<33 spare me for kaveh and tighnari, its my first time writing them😭 i hope you enjoy! Short and sweet<33

Cw/tw: nsfw mentions, Scars, trauma, insecurities

Tighnari

- i imagine he has scars left after being struck by lightning, and that he can be self concious of them

- i think he may also sometimes be a little insecure about his height, since he's rather short

- you pressing kisses to the edges of his scars that peek out often remind him that the marks don't bother you

- honestly, i personally think lightning scars are quite pretty, aside from the painful reminder they can serve. If you ever off handedly mention that, perhaps the morning after while tracing them, i think his cheeks would be positively glowing as he processed they didn't impact your view of him

- on his height, I don't think its something that would truly bother him much, but he'd definitely be internally happy about grabbing things from higher shelves for you

- unfortunate side effect if your both short: you now need a tall friend to reach the uppermost cupboards, a foot stool, or just plain not use them

Kaveh

- all i know is that he gives pretty boyfriend vibes

- he might be tall, and buff from swinging around the claymore, but mans enjoys his self-care

-probably a bit insecure about the scars/callouses littering his hands from time spent training

- also from what i know of him, which is VERY little, i get the impression he cares about how others view him, and can be sensitive about his outward appearance

- will be beyond happy to hear any compliments you give him, regardless of if they're about his appearance or something else

- when it comes to you telling him how pretty/attractive he is though, the words soothe any small anxieties he might have about himself

- headcanon that he's rather pale for a sumeru citizen due to him spending so much time indoors drafting blueprints and such, and may also find this to be an insecurity

- it's hard to not quite fit in, i dunno how you would soothe this worry unintentionally but if you reassure him when he voices them, I'm pretty sure you'd be stuck with him forever

Diluc

-another pale boi™, but this time because he's largely nocturnal

- probably secretly worries he'd intimidate you tbh, like he's rather tall & buff and he knows he can have a grumpy expression unintentionally

-or maybe worry about accidentally hurting you (*cough* trauma *cough*)

- smiles a little whenever you come up excitedly to show him something, you being so happy to seek him out reassures him that no, he didn't scare you (especially not, judging by that flower crown you'd placed on his head once)

- prefers to give compliments imo, but is secretly pleased whenever you voice how attractive/pretty/handsome he is (probably gloats about it a little tbh lol)

[harveyguilleniconodelamoda]

My first post! Guillermo's slayer boots

My first post is, of course, dedicated to the boots Harvey wears as part of his Slayer!Guillermo getup! Based on various photos, they look to be a pretty standard black lace-up combat boot with side zippers.

Most combat boots have a sturdy, quite heavy sole with a nice tread that makes these great for keeping stable footing in all kinds of terrain (or in a fight with vampires). These are also great boots for anyone with wide feet or calves, as the laces make them easier to get on and off as well as highly adjustable in terms of the boot shaft (I speak from experience).

Guillermo seems to wear these laced up only part of the way, with the top two rows of grommets left empty and the laces tied around the ankles for extra stability. The side zip also appears to be left open in several of the photos, and is likely decorative rather than fully functional. Lots of boots like this have a decorate side zip on the side of each boot that faces outward, and either no zip or a less decorative, functional zip on the side facing inward.

A few things to note about combat boot construction!

There are several boots with slight differences that all technically fall under this category. My personal favorite is this style, in which the body of the boot is constructed of four pieces of leather (not including the tongue): a large piece for the toe area, two large mirrored pieces for the sides of the boot, and a long piece for the heal with a strip of leather going all the way up the back of the boot shaft, unbroken.

I personally prefer these because I feel like they're sturdy, easy to keep clean, and don't irritate my heels compared to some other constructions. Sometimes these include a side zipper to make them easier to take off and put on, but sometimes their only closure is the laces. I like the side zips personally, because I have big feet.

Another common style has a separate toe piece in the front and a separate heel piece in the back. These generally have a slimmer silhouette (making this construction a popular choice for women's boots), but that separate heel piece breaks right on the bend of the ankle, and I've found it tends to rub me raw there regardless of how thick my socks are. Does anyone else experience this?

I've also seen combat boots that have the separate front toe piece of leather to allow for the slimmer silhouette, but the unbroken longer heel piece in the back. These are great as well, though I don't think they're quite as sturdy over time as the one unbroken piece of leather on the front.

Less common now but something I've also seen especially on older boots is a longer boot shaft that is a separate piece of leather. I've also seen some boots with zippers up the back, but I would recommend avoiding those at all costs. If the stitching from two pieces of leather being joined together irritates your heels, imagine what a metal zipper is going to feel like! Heel height is also usually on the low side, though of course there are combat boots out there with taller heels and even platform soles. Guillermo's boots appear to have the standard low heel.

Another key difference you may find is how the boots lace up. Some of them have full metal grommets punched through the leather on the boot shaft. This allows you to lace the boots up all the way, tightly and with extra security over the course of the day. If you're fighting vampires, this seems like a good idea!

My personal preference, however, is the open eyelet style. These are essentially metal hooks attached to the boot shaft that you can loop the laces over. These are great if you tend to use laces that fray at the edges, if you have arthritis or another condition that makes fiddling with laces annoying, or if you're just not planning to wear the boots laced up all the way (and I'm all three).

If you're in the market for a pair of boots like this, make sure you check these features: the back construction, the toe construction, the zipper placement and functionality, and the grommets where the boot laces up. Also check the soles for good, deep tread as well as for stitching rather than glued soles. Glued soles are going to be cheaper but they're also going to fall apart sooner.

Some affordable (under $100) options for combat boots similar to Guillermo's include:

The Breslin style from Wanted, available in sizes up to Women's US 11 and in several different colors. I've had a couple of pairs of Wanted boots over the years and they've all been pretty comfy. However, they're usually glued soles and thus start coming apart pretty fast, especially if you live anywhere that has weather. This style also has a back zipper, so remember my warnings on that!

The Legend style from Wanted, available in sizes up to Women's US 10 (size 11 currently sold out) and only in black.

The Stevie lace-up combat boot from Torrid, available currently in Women's US 13WW and only in brown. These tend to come in and out of stock at Torrid. I have a pair of these in brown and a pair of a similar Torrid style in black. They're sturdy and comfortable, but I would highly recommend planning to break them in before you, say, spend an entire day walking around in them.

VampireFreaks.com has a wide range of combat boots for sizes up to a Men's US 14. The styles that most closely resemble Guillermo's are their Sabotage, Dead Walker, and Switchblade styles.

Note I have not included Doc Martens on this list despite them being one of the combat boots brands, because a) their quality has gone down quite a bit, b) their prices are too high to justify that drop in quality, and c) Guillermo's boots don't appear to be Doc Martens or similar to any of their current styles. If you want a pair of Docs I recommend looking on ebay or in similar places for a pair from the early 2000s or earlier.

[dimicomi]

I keep seeing this so I feel it needs to be said: trying to ship Wednesday Addams with other characters based on what's "healthy" or "toxic" is just...so absurdly ridiculous.

Wednesday is not the "iconic goth girl aesthetic uwu." She's not just odd, quirky representation for people who aren't accepted based on outward appearances.

SHE IS LITERALLY DOWN FOR TORTURE. AT ANY GIVEN TIME.

SHE IS SELFISH, OBSESSIVE, JUDGMENTAL, AND DISMISSIVE.

SHE WILL STAB YOU AND THEN LICK THE KNIFE. FOR FUN.

Our girl does not represent society's concept of "healthy."

She's an outcast among outcasts not just because of her personality but also because she truly and genuinely loves fucked up shit and initially doesn't care about socializing with others that have different interests than she does. More importantly, Wednesday's character arc this season has nothing to do with going from toxic behaviors to healthy ones but instead has everything to do with admitting to and understanding her own emotions. And that's regardless of how healthy those emotions are or where they come from.

Wednesday changes a bit over time, but she never once does so in interest of becoming healthier or being a better person. In fact, multiple times she admits to being pretty toxic herself and was totally fine with that until it started backfiring on her. Wednesday has an obvious code of fairness and reciprocity that dictates how she regards and interacts with people, which shows she does sincerely care about others in her own way, but we also know that she has absolutely no problem treating those she cares about poorly as long as she feels it's justified. We see this with Enid, Tyler, Xavier, Thing, and (to a lesser extent) Eugene. But this only becomes an issue when she starts to feel lonely, or guilty when her impulsiveness results in others getting hurt.

So with regards to shipping, Wednesday finally hugging Enid and eventually kissing Tyler are not significant because they represent something "healthy" or "toxic." They're significant because in both these moments, Wednesday is fully aware of how she feels and what she wants when it comes to two of the few non-family members in the show who seem to truly accept her, toxicity and all.

Arguing that one option is better than the other because it's healthier or less toxic makes no sense with Wednesday. Like sure, ship whatever and whoever y'all want, but at least understand the characters.

[rinbowaman]

ƎᗡIꙄЯƎHTO ƎHT - Cₕₐₚₜₑᵣ ₒₙₑ

Here we go......

Warnings: Gore, torture, threats of torture, murder, gruesome acts, mentions of smut, smuttish vibes.

Clink…..clink…..clink…..clink

Opening your eyes, you blink them back to clarity as you shifted your sights to the left and right, trying to regain stability in your breathing. The sharp ache in your head lingers. Slowly, you start to recollect the memories of what had happened….

“Excuse me, miss?....”

Turning your head to the voice of an unknown female, you peaked your brows as you answered, “Yes?”

At that very second, your vision was shrouded in darkness as someone breached you from behind and placed a cover over your head, covering the key features of your identity and muffling your screams as you felt the strong hands restraining you.

The moment the individual had dragged, shoved, and pinned you to the seat of the vehicle you were forced in, a sharp puncture on your neck was the last thing you felt before succumbing to the effects of whatever it was that was injected into your body, rendering you unconscious.

“W-where am I?......How long has it been since I was taken away? Who was that woman?”

Your mind beckoned nearly every question that appeared during your recollection of events as you surmised that the woman who addressed you earlier may have been in some sort of partnership with what you suspected was a man that detained you.

Looking around, you observed your surroundings as your vision became less blurry. To your horror, you suddenly grasped the gravity of your situation as you closely studied the dark red splatters on the walls, the amount of moisture coating the cement flooring, which indicated that someone had used a hose to spray the area clean, yet the residue of the rusty brown and red coloring indicated the worst of your fears as your eyes met with the harsh display of various tools….tools that were decorated with jagged edges, seared teeth, and grinding motorized equipment, all left unsanitary as the evidence of blood, tissue muscle, and skin was left behind from what you surmised were previous victims of the person who snagged you.

Your breath hitched as you attempted to move, yet the sudden realization of your wrists and ankles detained by tight ropes, wrapped in a series of coils that were tight, leaving you no room to wiggle your way out for freedom. Within the limitations you were binding by, the steel surface you felt beneath your frame gave you the sense that you were on a unfurnished hospital bed or possibly a culinary prep station table. With your hands extended above your head, fully stretched, it was impossible for you to view where the rope had started with its knot, making it an uneasy feat to try and untie yourself. It didn’t help that your palms were tied facing outward, with the rope looped in between each finger before securely fasted to the base of whatever it was that you were tied to.

₵ⱤɆɆɆ₳₳₳₳₳₭

The sudden sound of the door scratching open startled you to still and causing your breath to lose tempo. With tears building up, you felt something that was far past the feeling of fear within you as you watched a rather largely built figure make his way over to you. He had on a black ski mask, wore a long sleeve black turtleneck and black jeans. He was rather robust in stature, and seemingly tall, despite being forced to remain in a laying state. There was no question about it, the man was a brute, regardless of the fact he lacked muscle and was built mostly with soft tissue and had a lot of water content in his body, giving him a heftier appearance.

Still, unless you found your way out of the binds that sustained you to the metal surface, there was no way for you to fight him off or to run free.

Now that you think of it, where could you even run?

After examining the area, the room was large yet there was only one door that could be made out, meaning your exit for escape was severely restricted. Your eyes continued to migrate from one corner to another, forgetting about the stalking figure that was making his way closer to you. It wasn’t until he spoke, that you nearly gasped for air, realizing that you were holding your breath in from terror.

“You’re awake. That’s good….that’s good…..I held off on everything until you came back to consciousness.”

Your eyes glistened with blobs of moisture as you processed his words. His hand reaches over to feel up your arms and wrists, grazing his fingers over your skin. You turned your head away as the tears left their mark across your cheeks. Burrowing your nose into the underside of your arm, you wiggled your fingers and shift your wrists out of desperation, yet it was useless, you were already at a disadvantage with your hands tied above your head, much less secured with a stabled form of restraint.

“There….there…..there….don’t be sad…try and understand….I had to wait for you to come back…..because if had gotten started while you were asleep, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy what you sound and look like when I use my special toys on you.”

You gasped out, bursting into a panic of sobs as your body regained oxygen by taking in deep inhales all the while the man kept feeling you. Leaving you with just your sundress on, your shoes removed and your hair sporadically cradling your shoulders and decorating the metal table, you could only imagine the man feasting his eyes on you, looking like a fallen angel at his mercy.

His hand reaches up and caresses your face, you peeved a glare from a side-eye’d stance as you figured, should you die, you might as well put on a face that he wouldn’t appreciate, even if you knew it wasn’t going to last long considering his ‘toys’ were all types that were used to inflict the most horrid pain and torture anyone could imagine.

“W-why?.....Why are you doing this?” You sputtered out, your voice soft and your tone nearly breathless, all of which he found pleasing.

“When you speak…..its just…..I cannot wait. I can’t wait to tear you apart. There are so many ways….how should I do it? Which way should I do it first? You’re so beautiful….the prettiest out of all of them…..that’s why we have to go about this carefully, since I only have one chance. God…I wish you had more lives you pretty thing….I wish I could saw you to pieces every day, if only….right?”

Your eyes widened with fear as you developed an expression of sadness, despair, and hopelessness. “Don’t….just don’t…..” you whispered out.

“Oh but I have to. I’ve waited for so long…y/n.”

Developing a stoic expression, you were stunned to hear the man call you by your name.

“H-how…?......How do you…?”

“Know your name?” he finishes for you. “Well let’s just say that ever since I first saw you at your favorite coffee shop…..I just…..I’ve never seen a face like yours….your body is also very…..delectable. All those nice dresses you wore to work….the subtle showing of your gorgeous skin….and your long flowing hair……..I just knew that you were going to be my number one…….the moment I waited and stood by the counter, I saw the cup you grabbed…marked with your name….what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman…..to think….that I waited three months for the right moment to get you.”

“Three months?.....” you gasped out.

“Yes y/n, three months. I surprise myself sometimes, no matter how many times I nearly fell into carelessness, you women never suspect a thing. Maybe its because I’ve done this so many times that I’m just too damn good……you know?”

At the last bit of his sentence, he reaches over your head and grabs on to power tool, one with a jagged blade powered by a motorized device similar to that of a power drill.

Your breaths heightened and speed up, gasping out, your whimpers assist them as your chest heaves deeply at the sight of the tool in his hand.

“Oh keep doing that….your breasts look amazing when you breathe so deep. I like it a lot….y/n.”

Setting your fearful look at his face, which remained covered by the black mask he adorned, you could only make out the blue color of his eyes as you issued your despaired tone of mercy through breathless whimpering.

“Oh my God….you really truly are…..so damn beautiful……….let me just….let me just get a taste of what its like to see that pretty face in pain…..”

Hovering the tool above your face, he leans in, just slightly, yet it was close enough to make your skin crawl.

“Now…..what should I take off? …..I can take out one of your breasts. I think I have a jar somewhere in here so I can keep it as a memento….my precious souvenir….I have one for your eyes definitely. I even have one for your heart and your uterus, but don’t worry, I won’t fuck you now…..not until I take out a piece…or two. I prefer my dolls to be in some pain before I give them…..pleasure.” the grin display of yellow stained teeth through his thin lips set off a sensation of your chest sinking in. You felt nauseous and lightheaded, almost as if you were going to pass out or faint from the sight of his words alone. Since you had no means of getting out, you hoped that your body would just fall into a blacked-out stage, at least then, you wouldn’t have to feel the pain through the means of his torturous methods.

His finger flicks the switch of the power tool on, you watched through half shut lids, the jagged teeth of the blade vibrating from the battery the cyclic base of the setting he had it on, which was low…..low so that it would cut slowly…..saw into your tissue and skin in a protracted rate, all for his enjoyment.

“Maybe…since I have a tourniquet here, why don’t I just take a piece off your kneecap…that way it’s not taking too much….I need to preserve you for as long as I can so I can enjoy you….savor the moments. I’ll take off a piece…. stop the bleeding and wait for you to calm down and then we can continue…..how does that sound?”

You shook your head in defeat as you closed your eyes, softly sobbing as you turned your head away once more, dreading the second he would cut into you.

The motor of the power tool was all you could hear. Gaining volume as he closes the distance, you held your breath in and bit down on your tongue……

“God……..please just kill me now……”

…………………………………

You waited…..a few seconds goes by and yet you still felt nothing……you kept your breath held, your tongue pinned between your teeth, and your eyes glued shut.

………………………………..

Still, nothing…..

Yet the motor of the tool was still on…..the jagged edges of the saw was still moving….the length of the blade was still vibrating……and yet……there was nothing….

Opening your eyes, you remained facing off to the side, when your peripheral vision caught just a slight bit of an unfamiliar sight…something that wasn’t there just a minute ago when you had expand your sights over the horizons of the room.

There was also….a scent…the fragrance of a male…a different male. One that didn’t smell of stale detergent and carpentry tools like the fellow in the black ski mask….no….this one was different. It was a scent of a strong musk, semi-sweet and pleasing to the nostrils.

Widening your eyes, you shift your head closer to center, and that’s where you saw the source of where the scent derived from……

Standing off to the opposite side of the robust male, you had a clear under view of the one that had his arm reached over and across your body, with his hand grasping the other man’s wrist, inhibiting him from proceeding with his infliction of torture.

The man who had suddenly appeared, well out of nowhere, was built the exact opposite of the other. He looked to be just as tall as the masked kidnapper, yet this one was lean, built with muscle and from what you could see in the underlying viewpoint, he looked to be of the same age range as you, possibly a tad bit younger or older. He had on a baseball cap that casted a shadow over his define face, allowing you to only view his nose and mouth, yet you could see that he was of Asian descent, with an olive skin tone, black wispy hair that laid freely from under the cap, and a protruding Adam’s Apple. You couldn’t make out his features entirely with the restricted view you had since the man was standing overhead, but what you could see, as the slight sly smirk he had on his lips.

Admitting a quick chuckle, he extends his thumb and quickly flicks it upwards, flipping the switch to the power tool off. The man in the ski mask didn’t have any time to process that the machine was off, because the moment the lean male had moved his thumb, he simultaneously grabbed hold of the base handle, and yanked it out of the other man’s hand, pulling the cord and plug out of the outlet.

Swinging the device over to his side as his arm reaches over his chest, the man swings once more, only this time he moves in the opposite direction, as if he was about to admit a back hand slap, except the tool in his grasp was used to inflict a rather large and painful gash on the man dressed all in black.

With the ski mask partially torn, blood coating his skin and the horrendous cry of pain and frustration, the hefty man makes a run to the door, all the while holding onto his cheek.

With a swift and effortless motion, the younger man slams his palm on the surface of the table, right beside your hipbone. Placing his weight on the palm, he gains leverage as he jumps and lands in a crouching position next to you, grinning a twisted smile and exposing his teeth.

“What the Hell?....Is….is he enjoying this?....What’s with that smile?”

Mentally denoting the young man’s countenance, you watched as he leaps over the table and your body, executing a perfect land on both feet as he merges a running start with the graceful landing. Sprint across the cement floor, the young man reaches the stumbling kidnapper and yanks his collar from behind, swerving his frame around and plastering his backside to the wall.

He moved and did everything so elegantly, so much in fact, you were starting to wonder if he had prior military service under his belt considering the man moved with a combatant flare, yet also had style and grace that of a choreographer, or an athlete. He also displayed strength that was somewhat deceiving considering that, despite the lean muscle he had in his forearms, which was the only part of him aside from his neck and face that remained exposed, the man had power and sturdy competence that did not match his slender stature. At least not enough to swing a much heavier fellow around like a rag doll.

Watching the two go at it, the younger man had the upper hand as he pinned the other to the wall. With a dark chuckle, the man finally speaks, and just like the tone of his mischievous laugh, it was no different with the way he spoke out his words, in fact, it may have even been lower.

“Well now….what should I take off first, hmm?”

Your eyes widen once more, you were stunned and confused at how twisted and dark his words were. Surely, the kidnapper was a cruel man, but from the sounds of it, so was this fellow. Was it perhaps because of what the man was going to do to you? Was that what triggered for this slender fellow to become dark and murderous in the most monovalent manner possible? What was this?

You watched as the slender male looks up and down at the other, mimicking the words the kidnapper issued to you, the one with the upper hand throws it back to him as he admits the same words, with a similar tone, with that sadistic smirk never leaving his face.

“I can take out your eyes. I think you have a jar somewhere in here so I can store them as a memento….a precious souvenir.” His smile widens as he giggles and bites down on his bottom lip. Leaning in to the other male, he whispers in his ear, something that you couldn’t hear or make out from where you remained stationary.

“But don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck her….not until I take out a piece…or two. I too…. prefer my dolls to be in some pain before I give them…..pleasure.”

Widening his eyes, the younger man tightened the strength of his grip around the kidnapper’s neck, before he reached up with his free hand and began to dig out the latter’s eyeballs with his bare fingers.

You couldn’t see what was happening to the kidnapper, all you could see was the backside of the slender male as he reached up with his other hand. Whatever it was, you could only imagine what the younger fellow was doing as you winced your eyes shut upon hearing the horrendous screams and painful cries coming from your abductor.

The cries all died down to a slow and unsteady pattern of breaths as the slender man harshly tossed something off to the side…not once…but twice.

“What was that….that he just threw?”

You continued to observe the two, yet the moment the younger man reached up once more, you looked away and continued to shut your eyes as you tried your best to block out the continuation of painful screams. Unsure if you just wanted everything to stop, or perhaps you just prefer to not be present while your abductor succumbed to such grueling methods of torture, which he deserved, yet the humanness in you wished you didn’t have to be around to hear it. It was unsettling and caused an uneasy feeling to roll in the deeper part of your gut.

“Hold still now, you’re just making it worse for yourself.” the younger man chuckled out. Much to your dismay and fear, he lacked any sort of regret, compassion, or sympathy….no hesitancy or even the slightest sign to reflect any discomfort of his morbid performance. Instead, he remained smiling, chuckling, and appeared to be pleased with the amount of pain the abductor was admitting out as he continued to receive the unspeakable of murderous acts.

The screams grew louder, and much more desperate as you saw from the corner of your eye, the abductor wiggling around trying to break free from the other man’s grasp. Yet he remained trapped against the stone wall, eventually falling to his knees as the young man remained a firm hold, inflicting pain while he continued to flick something off to the side. What was it that he kept throwing or flickering away?  

Your wandering gaze was disrupted by the answer to your pondering question….much to your gasping horror.

After a certain point, the young man flung the contents in his hand for what you suspected to be the tenth time now, yet he flicked it more so behind him, rather than to his side as he had done previously. The splatter landed nearby on the wall closest to you, and there it slid down the wall before it plops on the ground. Watching it, your eyes widened as you made out the blood, the tissue, the skin and form of the piece that the young man removed from the abductors face…..his tongue.

With the abductors screams merging to incoherent moans and groans of painful mercy, amidst the dark chuckles of the younger man, you wiggled fiercely trying to break free from the restraints. You reached a level of panic. This wasn’t normal…nothing about this was normal, no matter how revengeful someone could be, this was not the behavior of a sane man…it was almost as if he had done this before....it was almost as if he was…….

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Without any loophole to break free, you were forced to bask in the frightening sounds of malicious torture and pain, the tears streaming down our face was never ending, and you pondered the most fearful thought that came to mind so suddenly as you listened in on the man dying slowly…..

“What is going to happen after he’s done with him……what is he going to do to me?.....There’s no way he came here to save me….not….not unless…..is he…is he going to want to kill me instead?”

“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

The piercing scream snapped you out at mid thought. Terrified by the abrupt volume and the sound of flesh being torn off the dying man’s face, piece by piece, you glanced over and witnessed the younger man’s backside as he continues to fling off flesh from left to right. Silently sobbing, you bit down on your bottom lip, not daring to be overheard as the leaned figure continued with his assault. Submerging yourself to the soft sounds of your tears drifting down your face, your ears caught wind of the young man’s tone as he spat out to the dying man.

“Come on now….don’t get so weak on me…not after all that shit you said earlier….where’s all that vigor? Where’s all that spunk you had when you were about to saw into her? Hmm?”

The panic moans and grunts of the abductor reflected a desperate cry for mercy, all the while the other male continued to chuckle darkly as he delivers the finishing blows by tearing the remaining flesh from the man’s face.

“Theeeeeeeeere……that’s better…….open your fucking mouth, let’s get rid of those fucked up teeth of yours.” Wailing in pain, you sensed the man’s last breath was near as his moaned cries come to soft and low volume.

“Nnnnnnnnng……mmmmmmmmmmmrraaaaah!!!!”

“I said….hold still.”

“Ng….nhh…….mmmmmmraaaaahhh!!!!!”

“There’s one, let’s move on to the other ones, hmm?”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

……………………………

The room became stagnant with the scent of rusty blood and sour pitch of flesh rotting by the second. You kept your face turned away, trying not to wonder what was in store next for the young man.

The air became soundless as the last breath spews out with the lingering moan that eventually halts within a beatless form. The screams cease to exist, along with the painful groans and the tearing of flesh. The clunking sound of the lifeless body dropping to the floor as the other man releases his grip from the dead man’s neck echoes against the cement floor and stone tiled wall, causing a stir of emotions to rile up as you hear the man let out a prolonged sigh.

Everything remained quiet…. that was until you heard his feet pivot, shifting his frame to a one-eighty-degree turn, completely facing your direction. Not a split second later and his footsteps could be heard making their way to you, causing your breath to lose momentum.

Facing away, you remained still and mentally noted to compose your breathing to a steady pattern as you sensed him being merely inches away. Furrowing your brows, you developed a panic expression as you heard him taking in harsh inhales through his nostrils.

“Oh my God……please get away from me…..”

The feeling of his fingers delicately trailing along your cheek, jawline, and down your neckline caused you to shut your eyes in a sudden notion. Gasping out a crying moan, your body reacts by shifting away, or it tried to, yet the restraints kept you fixed in steady position, slightly leaning against your hipbone was all you could get out of your restricted state. It wasn’t enough, your frame remained fully exposed for him to eyeball as he affectionately grazed you over from head to toe.

Sitting on the edge of the metal table, he leans in as he continues to drag his fingertips down in between your breasts. His face closes in, breathing steadily, you felt the warm puffs of air released through his parted lips as he gently glazes your neck with each vapor.

“Hey there beautiful……you don’t have to hide…..you can open your eyes now, the bad man is all gone….took care of him.”

With blood still coating the pads of each finger, he decorates your skin with a glorified trail of crimson stains as he paints a picture of death.

“Red…..looks really good on you…..has anyone ever told you that?.....I guess they had since your lips……you’re wearing red lipstick aren’t you?.....My kind of girl…….my girl….”

“P-please….just….don’t…..just leave me alone…please……please don’t….”

At your bidding, he leans all the way through, closing every inch of distance that remained and nuzzles his face into your neck. The tip of his nose was semi-hard and stabbed your skin as the softness of his lips puckered against the center of your throat…..leaving small taps of kisses in a remote area.

“….S-stop….” You mumbled out. You remained calm despite wanting to burst out, yet something told you that wouldn’t have worked out in your favor. “Please……don’t…..don’t….”  you whimpered out.

Releasing a subtle gasp against your neck, a low chuckle accompanies it as he scoffs out each breath, coating your skin with it. Laying helplessly at his mercy, your heart sank as you heard him spoke once more……inserting the future of your fate.

“Come on baby don’t be like that…..we’re going to be happy, you and I.”

Turning your face out of shock, you shifted to face him straight on. His hat still hovered a dark shadow over his eyes, yet the glistening shine and reflection of light bounced off the black hue, making them somewhat visible in close proximity.

“………W-what?.....What did you say?” you issued a concerned and shocked expression as you bid him to elaborate, which he did…through that twisted grin that seemed to permanently reside on his face….his dashingly handsome face.

“You’re coming with me……I’m going to take care of you…….I’m the only one that knows how to……my beautiful…..beautiful girl……..” taking a deep breath, he shifts upwards from your neck and with wide eyes, he aligns his lips with yours and issues a deep kiss…not once closing off his gaze at you.

Breaking free as you jolt your face away, you spurt out “Stop!” all the while you desperately wiggled and moved around, hoping the ropes would loosen up and grant you freedom.

Delicately grabbing onto your chin, he shifts your face back to his full view.

“Hey-hey……don’t be like that…I'm not gonna hurt you....far from it….I just want a bite…. just a taste……” leaning in once more, he kisses you yet again, only this time, it was more passionate and less demeaning. “…….Let me take you home….let me take care of you…..”

Another peck on your lips, and he finishes his wording….

“Let me fuck you.”

"Take care of her....." - SMAU

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