#and doesn’t know what he’ll do if the monsters ever stop chasing him

[saltpotion]

the zelda ii backstory idea had morphed once again into a LU fanfic idea bc i cannot stop brainrotting aurora and dawn’s relationship, esp in light of everything that happens with aurora pre-sleep curse

might also give lu hyrule daddy issues. stay tuned

[eternity-death]

Penacony Reactions to you spanking them

No TW’s I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hc’s.

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Hanabi

Head snaps 180° at you and you scream.

She’s traumatized you and now you will never do it again.

This doesn’t stop her from getting you back, though. And she’ll do it in public to make it worse. It’s not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.

You’ve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?

Black Swan

Stares at you.

Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.

She’s not mad though, she’s actually rather amused. And she’s getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.

Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If you’ll allow her, then she’ll give you a nice tap on the butt too.

Sampo

He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.

Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know it’s all fake.

Sniffles and says smthn like, “How could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?”

Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you can’t hear him sneak up on you bc he’s light on his feet. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public either. Be very afraid.

Aventurine

“Woah! Getting a little frisky, eh?”

If you’ve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.

He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.

“Hey babe.” Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous he’ll grab it.

Acheron

You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.

Just kind of looks at you and goes, “What are you doing.”

You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesn’t quite get it but decides to just go with it.

Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you can’t find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someone’s pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that she’s hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)

Dr. Ratio

Lets out a high pitched yelp.

Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.

“Did you really just do what I think you did?”

Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. He’s terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didn’t anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps aren’t just for show.

Firefly

Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?

She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.

Apologize.

Sam

You have a death wish.

Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, “No.”

He actually just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. His… butt… isn’t very soft, you see.

If you want him to, he’ll lightly tap yours back.

March 7nth

Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.

It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.

You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.

“AHA!” You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if you’ve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, “See? I told you payback was coming!”

Robin

“Oh!!!” Gasps and covers herself. She’s a little freaked out at first but once she see’s it’s you she giggles.

You don’t really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.

It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just don’t do it in front of her brother.

You’re losing btw.

Sunday

Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.

You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.

He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesn’t say it but he plans on returning the favor.

When he does get you back you don’t expect it. You’re probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, “Good morning, my love.” And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.

[brokenpieces-72]

could we get something with reader sparring with the boys in the monster au? I was wondering if theyd get distracted and shift and just end up playing with Reader

This is adorable and yes it does happen on occasion.

Price took on your sparring after you’d gotten some experience, but uh… yeah he drops yeah like a sack majority of the time. You keep wanting to try again and again, and he indulges you. You even try shifting but he’s got a bit more strength. Isn’t gonna stop him from scooping you up on occasion and roaring, making you giggle. Even if you’ve gotten fed up with him not going easy on you, he’ll heft you over his shoulder to force you into trying to get free. You sometimes shift when he does this to make a point, to which he drops you. Price is a dad sometimes even if he doesn’t notice.

Not to much sparring but this did happen by accident and set you up for wanting a spar. You tried climbing to roof where you and Kyle like to sit. You noticed his wings were wrapped around him and once you were on that last little bit to get on, he opened them and went “boo!” which made you fall. You were okay, but you scared him back by shifting and jumping at him while he was still snickering. He chased after you after that, using his talons to mess with you.One game you’ve taken to doing with him is a bit like kick the can, where the two of you will find a clearing, where Gaz stands in the centre. You shift and hide among the surrounded terrain moving closer and closer to him while he has hard feathers ready. They don’t hurt too bad in your Wendigo state, and it’s given Gaz a chance to practice aim and targeting.

You tried fighting the cadejos but it doesn’t really work. You shifted and tossed them around, but they just kept coming back…and started to think it was a game. Rodolfo tried to get them back in order but it was really working. You tried shifting back to human but they just started to pounce and lick your face. Rodolfo rolled his eyes. And yeah this happened more than once. If you two ever spar one on one it’s a little uneasy, cause you’re still young. Rodolfo is also human so you don’t want to break him. He focuses on just showing you some maneuvers, which you still have fun with. Yes he does try to tickle you. Yes you try to get him back.

Alejandro is a bit different when it comes to the nagual. The nagual is a bit more proud, so it doesn’t hold back. One day though you’re in the same room and you notice Alejandro’s tail, and it’s swaying. You have intrusive thoughts, and grab at it, to which you get a suddenly look from the colonel. You apologize, but he doesn’t mind. Your tracking sessions aren’t unlike hide and seek, but it’s from both sides. You’re tracking each other. The nagual doesn’t hold back, so as soon as you make your presence known in your shifted state it lashes back. The two of you aren’t afraid to tumble with each other, pulling headlocks from time to time. If you shift to human, at any point it means you’ve tapped out, and vice versa. You tapped out at one point with colonel doing so but you still had the headlock. He gives you a noogie while you bark at him to knock it off. You turn around and give it back to him… but you’re both shifted. As soon as you do he shifted back first, impressed with how far you’d come.

Horangi unfortunately is your practice dummy half the time. Maneuvers are demonstrated with him because you can match his abilities while both human. While you two are waiting for someone to come and instruct you though, you both are sat on the mat cross legged, waiting, when like Alejandro’s you notice his tail swaying back and forth. You start following it, and try to catch it, not succeeding. Horangi knows what you’re doing, but he doesn’t mind. Then you catch it, and he whips around, in HaeTae mode. You shift to match him and crawl back a little. You’re bigger than him but you get closer, before gently scratching him. Then you hear chuffing! It takes a minute before Horangi realizes what’s happened, and you both go back to human. Taking advantage of your human state he play wrestles with you making you laugh and giggle teasing him about the chuffing.

König and the Percht are a common spar partner, as König is able to go all out even more. Sometimes though König just enjoys the time with you as does the Percht. You shift one day and go with him for some training. The Percht and Wendigo wrestle, but it ends up a little different. It’s become more like two bucks locking antlers. You both have horns, so it’s pretty playful. It reminds the Percht that there is more than just violence in this world.

Johnny’s fighting sessions are always fun but he ensures you know what you’re doing. Fully shifted you have plenty of fun, and when he’s on full moon it’s even better. The wolf is fully out and you get to have tons of fun, throwing him around and get tossed yourself. It becomes a bit of a play wrestle. When it isn’t a full moon, he’s still doing the same but he’s looking for some weak points too. You found his long ago, he likes belly rubs. The Wendigo does it too, but soon Johnny finds out your ears are a weak point. The Wendigo gets sleepy, almost like it’s being pinched at the nape.

Simon doesn’t really play, and when it comes to you he’s trying to avoid you. You don’t annoy him, he’s just not used to kids. Still isn’t. Your sparring is tactical, and stealth. It’s one side hide and seek. You’re small and he’s a wraith. One session he didn’t let you off the hook, and was very serious. One mistake and he dropped you hard. Over and over. It ticked you off. Eventually you lost it, as he poked out of the shadows. You were done, and you shifted turning on him. There was no holding back and then there was being unfair. You were frustrated and done! You glared at him while he stood there staring back at you. Then you heard him chuckle, and he put a hand on your nose. Simon told you not to be afraid to break the rules, you’re a big beastie. He wanted to remind you that goofing off wasn’t always an option, appreciating how seriously you took his sparring. Afterwards he is more comfortable spending time with you, and you him.

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[nejiverse]

BLLK BF HEADCANONS

Bachira, Chigiri, Rin, Isagi

In which I write headcanons about how the boys would be in a relationship Fem! Reader

cw: suggestive content, mentions of kissing and making out, the boys are whipped

wc: hell if I know 💀

Bf! Bachira who always feels the need to join in when you’re singing a song quietly to yourself.

—“This isn’t a duo Meguru”

—“No baby it’s actually a trio”

—“Who’s the third person?”

—“The monster of course!”

Bf! Bachira who’s constantly playing footsie with you whenever he gets the chance, just to get a reaction out of you. He loves when he places his cold feet against your calf and you squirm.

Bf! Bachira who loves to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as he rants to you about his day.

Bf! Bachira who chases your lips for more kisses. One is never enough for him, he gets all whiny when you don’t give him more kisses so please do

Bf! Bachira who is a back hug enthusiast. He’ll envelop you in a back hug anytime, anywhere with his hands massaging your waist…there was one time where he moved a hand to rub smooth circles around your stomach, rambling on about how nice it would be to see you carrying his child— you completely folded.

Bf! Bachira who’s lock screen and home screen are of you. His lock screen being a picture of you and him making funny faces and his home screen being a picture that he may not want everyone to see, only him.

Bf! Bachira who’s lowkey a yandere, but a less threatening one in a way. He wants to keep you safe and is quite overprotective of you, getting frustrated if he so much as sees another guy look at you, but he does this because he doesn’t have much in life that he truly cares about, but you are the exception and he wouldn’t know what to do if he ever lost you

Bf! Chigiri who acts like he isn’t phased by your little acts of affection like kissing his cheek or making eye contact with him but he is, severely. He discretely plays it off by using his hand to cover his cheeks.

Bf! Chigiri who allows you to touch his hair which is an honour since he had never let anyone else touch it

Bf! Chigiri who always wakes up before you because he tends to be moody in the mornings and doesn’t want to take his emotions out on you

Bf! Chigiri who’s favorite thing to do is pull you into his lap and hug your torso as he rests his head in the crook of your neck as to smell your (insert scent) scented perfume that he loves so much

Bf! Chigiri who enjoys going out on jogs with you even though often you can’t keep up. He’ll turn around only to see you literally gasping for air and will chuckle before spreading his arms out for you to run into, sort of as motivation. He’ll only do that when there isn’t a lot of people around which is why he prefers evening jogs— he’s not a fan of PDA

Bf! Chigiri who allows you to straddle him when you two make out, he is putty in your hands when it comes to physical touch. You enjoyed teasing him in times like these by abruptly stopping and seeing his facial expressions change into an unsatisfied one. He wouldn’t say anything though but his face tells it all.

Bf! Chigiri who has a love-hate relationship when it comes to you calling him princess as a joke

Bf! Rin who will literally force you to watch horror movies with him but will put his hand over your eyes when he senses a jumpscare coming. (He’s watched so many that he automatically knows when it’s coming)

Bf! Rin who has a hand in the back pocket of your pants when you two walk past a big group of people

Bf! Rin who makes sure you’re always on the inside of the footpath and he’s on the outside

Bf! Rin who is generally very subtle with his acts of kindness towards you, to make sure you never call him out on it and tease him.

But when you two are in bed together, he can’t help but spoon you with one hand over your chest and the other across your waist and his chin against the crown of your head— Bf! Rin who is the definition of wolf on the streets but a pup in the sheets

Bf! Rin who when you two are in bed like that is at his most vunerable.

—“You’re never leaving me”

—“You’re pretty much the only person I can tolerate, be honoured”

—“You’re not lukewarm or half-baked…i suppose”

Im sorry but i cannot imagine this man saying ‘i love you’ directly, these are what you’re getting

Bf! Rin who gets annoyed when you pull him on his words being all mushy and cute, resulting in him scooting out to the farthest side of the bed away from you with his back turned to you

Bf! Rin who ignores how you climb on top of him and shake him around, muttering a string of insincere apologies between your giggles

—“You know I hate the back treatment!”

—“Yeah well if that’s the case then you’re gonna have to beg for my forgiveness”

Bf! Isagi who admits to practicing asking you to be his girlfriend in the mirror multiple times before he actually did

Bf! Isagi who is unintentionally always talking about you to his friends

—“That’s also Y/n’s favourite flavour!”

—“Y/n was mentioning that the other day actually”

He’s locked in fr

Bf! Isagi who loves teaching you how to play soccer. He also finds it extremely attractive when he sees beads of sweat rolling down your skin but he’ll never say it to you which leaves you confused as to why his face is so flustered

Bf! Isagi who never breaks pinky promises. He thinks it’s cute that you still believe in them

Bf! Isagi who just thinks you’re the coolest person ever to exist (I can imagine your relationship being like shikimori and izumi if you’ve watched the anime shikimori’s not just a cutie)

Bf! Isagi who’s tongue needs to be held when he hears someone talk bad about you…he gets mad disrespectful

Bf! Isagi who is always mesmerised by the outfits you come up with when he says he wants to take you somewhere nice. His jaw is on the floor every time.

Bf! Isagi who’s got a way with words

—“I hope you know how much you mean to me”

—“You’ve just blessed my eyes Y/n!”

—“Its just..i’m really happy when you’re around”

Masterlist here :)

A/N: this was so fun to write, who should I do next (i haven’t read the manga yet btw😭)

[nvuy]

just thinking about argenti who has so much love to give to the whole universe, who is on a neverending journey of spreading the beauty across the cosmos faithfully, unwaveringly; argenti, who is never capable of receiving that kind of love back. because he cannot stop. because he cannot stray from the path of the aeon that hasn't answered to his prayers even once in his lifetime. because if he dares devote himself to anyone other than idrila, that person is going to have to wait for him all alone, thousands of light years away. lol

warnings for dark themes, angst, argenti backstory references so he’s insane and weird, and argenti literally murdering you, i guess.

i have this in my inbox as well. i liked the link, so now you WILL hear my thoughts.

i had so many thoughts for this prompt initially, but i just couldn’t string it into anything that was actually coherent.

somebody actually came into my inbox and said the interpretation of argenti’s story is wrong and i’m wrong and he didn’t actually kill his friends and SHUT UP i do what i want, and it’s just that: an interpretation. i like putting tragedy into my characters. it’s like adding salt to a bland meal.

anyway.

the worst part about this prompt, and yours, is in his inability to stop his pursuit of finding idrila, he meets you, and he does fall in love despite his promise to venture the stars alone on his journey.

argenti finds falling in love is beautiful at first. you’re supportive, even if he leaves you for extended voyages. he always brings back trinkets, gifts, leaves you one thousand messages a day that read more like love letters than normal texts, and the love he showers you in is endless.

you don’t doubt him for a second.

and then, things change. you tell him it’s difficult to love a person that’s gone for so long.

argenti does truly feel sorry, and he pities you, but this is who he is.

and you’re hurt. his devotion to idrila aside, you tell him that he’s crossed galaxies to find an aeon that does not care for him, nor the other fellow knights of beauty. they are not emanators bestowed with idrila’s power, nor has idrila been sighted by anyone for eons.

to you, it feels like he’s pining for someone else. you are in love with his undying loyalty, and his unshakeable faith. but, it hurts to be away from him for so long while he chases after a being well above you.

argenti cannot stray from the path he wanders. he insists he will do better, but when you thank him, and apologise because you feel selfish, he can’t help but notice your nails have grown to the size of curled claws.

the relationship grows worse from there. he slowly sees less of you, and more of something else. an otherworldly creature that morphs to the shape of you to keep him trapped here and away from his endeavours.

he finds himself growing to learn that the person, you, whom he’s loved with all his heart, was never a person, but a monster wearing your skin.

you break the relationship off some time later.

he finds himself relieved. not because you’re leaving—his heart shatters, actually—but because he knows, somewhere deep down in his stomach, if you stay any longer, he’ll hurt you.

argenti apologises, but you find he cannot look you in the eyes. so, you part ways. maybe you go back home, maybe you set up somewhere else by yourself. it hurts because you felt he was everything you’d ever wanted, and he was, but you know it’s better this way.

in the ideas i was writing for this prompt, i imagined you set up in belobog and work in that floral shop—i cannot remember if it has a name.

it’s been months, and you grow okay with yourself again, and everything is fine. you make bouquets, trim the stems of flowers as will, tend to the pots outside the shop, and all is well.

maybe argenti comes to the shop. he doesn’t know you work here, and he’s only come in because he’s stopped on belobog for his ship needs a repair and the red roses growing outside the window catch his eye. they’re just barely blooming, and spring looms just around the corner.

he doesn’t even realise the shop is open because it looks dark through the glass.

curiously, he opens the door to the shop, and the bell above the door tolls. a cute little shop, and bright colours encircle the walls. daisies, frangipanis, dahlias, petunias, he knows them all from your incessant ramblings when you would walk through gardens together, and he would hold onto every word.

you bound from the back room after hearing the bell, and you both just freeze up. you’re in shock he’s here—but why wouldn’t he be here? he travels planet to planet in search of his aeon—and he only sees something grotesque, and ugly, and a mockery of you. this isn’t you. it’s a mimicry. blasphemy of righteousness, of pure beauty, of one of idrila’s very creations they pulled from their gentle heart and offered to him so graciously.

he knows deep down he’s wrong. he knows, he knows, he trusts himself he knows, but he can’t win over his twitching fingers.

you greet him softly, gently pushing the work in progress bouquet and the garden pliers to the side of the front desk. there’s a multitude of thorns on the bench, and the roses in the bouquet, not yet bloomed, are picked free of their thorns.

there’s only one in the bouquet, one red shimmering rose, that has fully opened its petals.

“haven’t seen you in a while,” you say to him. there’s a hint of that customer service-y tone; because he’s not your lover anymore. “how are you?”

argenti swallows. “just the same.” he turns to the flowers on the wall. “you have a beautiful shop.”

“thanks.” you glance down at the bouquet on the bench. “did the roses outside catch your eye?”

you hear him laugh merrily. “you know me too well.” his fingers graze along the petals of a large assortment of pink amaryllis hanging over a plantar pot. he cannot look at you. he cannot, he cannot, he cannot–

“hey.”

and there’s that tone that twists his stomach. he wants to look, he wants to see you, you, and not that hideous beast that resides beneath your skin.

he feels you stop just beside him. he dares to glance.

amidst your claws and the veiny lines of your once soft and delicate hands that he always would press his lips to the back of, was a single red rose that you twirled between your fingers.

you hand it to him gently. “this one’s special.” when argenti did not move to take it, you tuck it securely behind his ear, indulging in how soft his hair was along your skin. “it’s stayed alive for a lot longer than i thought. it’s been around for about two years now, give or take.” you step back. “it reminded of you.”

and it did. undying strength, and despite all odds of belobog’s weather being unfit for roses, as all of the others had wilted over time, this particular one had stayed.

“i know things didnt end well, but…” you glance out the window. “but, you’re always welcome back here.” and, you still love him. you omit that part. “i’m sorry for whatever happened, or if i wasn’t good enough, or if there was somebody else–”

even now, he laughs. it’s weak. “there was nobody else.”

you nod once. “well. still. i’m sorry.”

argenti knew it had been all his fault, but you, ever gracious and kind as you were, felt burden on your shoulders.

his hand draws back from the amaryllis to graze over the rose behind his ear. the petals were fresh, a light smell of dewdrops in the morning on this cold planet.

he wishes now, he never turned to look at you. he wished he had just spun on his heel and left the shop, and never returned to you. you didn’t deserve this; you had always been so kind, so careful, so gentle with him.

but he did turn, because he had fooled himself into thinking it was truly you standing there, and not some masked fool, or a hideous shapeshifter that was showing its true colours. he sees those claws again, and pulled aged skin that reminds him of trees as old as time, horrible teeth, twisted limbs that crack and bend—

to make matters worse, you notice his distress, and as you always did when you were together, you pull him gently towards you and wrap your arms around him.

argenti, mistakenly, returns the warm embrace, and unbeknownst to you, one of his hands brushes against the garden shears you’d left on the desk next to the bouquet.

he thinks against it for a moment when he hears you apologise for what he had done wrong, and bury your face in the plated shoulder of his silver armour.

despite how he holds the writhing creature in his arms, he knows it’s you. and it is you, but he doesn’t see you, nor does he see any semblance of you left when he turns his head to stare out of the window. he catches a reflection of the creature twitching.

he murmurs an apology as well.

and then, he drives the shears into a particular spot in your spine. you gasp, and you become dead weight in his arms as the feeling of your legs fall away.

cold snaps up your chest and you cry out in pain. it’s just pain, and pain, and pain as hot blood dribbles from your neck.

and then there’s nothing. there’s no feeling. you can’t even breathe. your arms and legs feel as though they’ve just disappeared, and just as he hoped, you don’t feel his spear drive directly through your chest.

he kills you then, as quickly as he can, because as the monster cries and screams, he still knows it’s you in his arms, and he wouldn’t live with himself if you suffered in your final moments.

he sees you, finally, when he lays you down gently on the floor. he tries his best to clean you of the tear stains, and the blood smears that had crept around the front of your neck. you’re still beautiful, even in death, but he finds it impossible to leave the rose you’d gifted him.

so, he takes it—and that rose probably becomes the rose he carries in all his little animations in game. he traverses with guilt, and it’s probably a little wink nudge nudge to you when he says he owes his next battle to ‘a solitary rose.’

[werecreature-addicted]

🥲 i cant stop thinking abt reducing a werewolf who’s in heat to a begging mess. like listen he js wants to fuck you and you won’t let him?? but he’s been such a good boy?? he’d start whining and whimpering like a puppy. ears laid back, he’s so desperate for you. so you agree to let him fuck you on one condition : he has to use his muzzle. last time he got a little bit too excited and started biting a little too hard. so now he has two options, he gets to fuck you with a muzzle on, or he doesn’t get anything at all.

he thinks it’s not fair that he doesn’t get to mark you. but eventually he accepts your conditions, but he’s whining about how it’s not gonna be the same. while he’s fucking you, poor baby is panting and drooling all over himself, begging you to take it off, he needs to mark you. you manage to remind him that greedy boys don’t get anything and he just starts going faster, to the point where none of you is able to form a coherent sentence. his mind is hazy, but he takes a mental note to get rid of that damn muzzle.

Listen listen listen. Your werewolf is torn, he never wants to hurt you and is absolutely destroyed that he went too far and hurt you the last time you two had sex. It’s all of his worst fears come true! He really is nothing but a monster driven by instincts telling him to chase carnal pleasures. He thought he meant it when he promised he’d never hurt you. Every time he looks at the heald mark on your neck it makes his stomach turn. He’s so worried you’ll leave him over this…that he’ll lose his mate because he couldn’t control himself.  He needs to be coaxed into even touching you again. Sex is almost completely off the table…almost. 

He’s still human- well he’s not but you know what I mean. He still has desires. Your touch still sends jolts of electricity down his spine, your smell alone is still enough to get him hot. He tries his best to satiate his needs with just kissing and dry humping. Although. It’s hard to enjoy anything when he’s fighting against his animalistic urges telling him to just mount you already. You like rough sex, you like how big and sometimes scary he can be, so what’s the problem? Marking feels good- at least for him, it does. And wouldn’t you want to make your wolf feel good? And who cares if you’re scared of his monstrous side? It’s not like you can run from him, you both know he could track you down where ever you ran off to.

Those monstrous thoughts scared him a little bit. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he also knew he needed to keep you as his, he wondered which one of those desires would come out on top if push came to shove. 

It doesn’t take long for his more carnal desires to win out. He’s begging for his attention and pleading for you to let him have you again. It’s been almost two full weeks since the incident and he’s pretty sure people can die from going that long without sex. He’ll do anything- and he’ll promise anything if you just let him have you. You don’t even need to do anything he’ll do all the work- he’s strong enough to use you like a Fleshlight you both know that

This is where you bring up the muzzle. It’s special. Made for werewolves so they can’t escape even with their strength. He agrees immediately! Then regrets it… again he’s torn. This is good… he can’t hurt you this way but god he hates this fucking muzzle. He can’t even kiss you like this, don’t you see how cruel this is? It’s just his nature. It’s like asking him to go Vegan. 

He knows that you’ll soil him with kisses once he’s calm again. Hell, he knows that you’ll probably let him bite you if he’s careful- but all those thoughts are background noise as he listens to you whine and moan. You take his cock so well- you take his teeth even better. He loves you with all his heart and werewolves show love by biting. 

He snarls to himself and gnashes his teeth behind the cage you put him in. he watches a bead of sweat drip down your neck and he mashes the grate against your skin and struggles to lick you. The muzzle digs in his face as he pushes its limits but he doesn’t care, he manages to lick the sweat from your skin and he shudders in pleasure. 

Once he does calm down you let him out of the muzzle and kiss him senseless. He feels better… he didn’t hurt you this time at least. But part of him wants to throw out that stupid cage.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 5

Prompt: domestic fluff

Rated: G

CW: one slight mention of PTSD

Tags: Post Vecna; everybody lives; pining; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Christmas

It's starting to snow by the time Steve gets home, white flakes floating in the headlights of the beemer like balls of cotton. It crunches under his feet as he sloshes towards the front door. 

Even with Christmas more than two weeks away, they've been swamped with customers lately, the cold wind and unending snowfalls luring people inside. Now, away from the buzz, the world seems quiet. Peaceful, covered under its white blanket. 

Except Steve still hasn't learned to trust that peace. Even after more than a year, even with El assuring them time and again that it's over, they've won, … he still flinches at sounds in the night, looks for escape routes and things to fashion into weapons when entering a room. He isn't sure he'll ever stop.

He shakes his head to chase away the thoughts as he scales the steps to the front porch. He isn’t sure where they're coming from. Probably a combination of stress and the looming depression that always hangs over him at Christmas time, when all of his friends are with their families and he's left in this big, empty house, alone. He’ll take a shower, heat a microwave meal, and see what's on TV, that will-

The front door is unlocked. 

He's certain he turned the key not once, but twice before he left. 

Steve slides into the dark entrance hall on silent feet. He passes the umbrella stand, eyes scanning his surroundings, and his hand finds the hilt of the nail bat. There's a creak from overhead, like feet on floorboards. 

The attic. 

The hatch is gaping open as he creeps upstairs, the foldout ladder down. 

He holds his breath and inches his way upwards, rung by rung, bat clutched in one white-knuckled hand. 

"Hello, Steven," growls a voice, and he abruptly comes face-to-face with a grimace full of too-large teeth. 

Steve yelps, slips on the ladder, and goes sprawling on his ass. The nail bat rolls off into the shadows. 

"Oh, shit!" Another face appears behind the monster. One haloed in a mane of dark curls and crowned by a fuzzy Santa hat. "You okay, man?" 

"Fuck," Steve curses, clambering to his feet and rubbing at his sore butt. "Eddie? What are you doing up there?" 

Eddie rolls his eyes and flashes him a toothy grin. It tugs at the scar on his jaw, the one he claims looks totally metal but hides under his hair most of the time. The one that Steve wants to map with his lips.

"Picking up that drill Wayne wanted to borrow. Told you I'd swing by after my shift at the garage." 

Steve settles down on the dusty floorboards and frowns. "Wasn't that at noon or something?" 

Like he doesn’t know. Like he hasn't memorized all of Eddie’s shifts. Only stopped dropping him off and picking him up every day because Eddie told him to stop. No satanic panic mobs left, no need for a bodyguard.

Eddie cocks his head in confusion and glances at his watch. "Why, what time is i- … whoops. Guess I got side-tracked." 

He shakes the monster- which, upon closer inspection, turns out to be a life-sized nutcracker. Its red-cheeked, too-wide smile mocks him and Steve just barely manages to not flip it off. 

Instead, he looks over the cardboard boxes around Eddie, all in various states of unpacked-ness. String lights coiled in thick tangles, dusty elves and reindeer and sugar canes. 

"Dude," Eddie says. He's pulled several colorful baubles from somewhere and is looping the strings over his ears. It looks ridiculous. It looks adorable.  "You never told me you're hiding Santa's village up here." 

"Didn’t even know we still had this," Steve mumbles, pulling the nearest box closer. It contains the huge neon letters spelling MERRY XMAS. "It's been forever since we got them out. Way before-"

He trails off. The words hang unspoken in the stale air. 

"I always wanted this, y’know?" Eddie says. His fingers are tracing Rudolph's shiny nose. "The whole shebang with the lights and the decorations and the music. Only so much you can do at the trailer." 

Steve hums vaguely, watches the way Eddie’s eyes crinkle, how the tip of the Santa hat flops into his face, and represses the urge to brush it back, trace those dimples with the pads of his thumbs. 

Eddie is looking at him with big, expectant cow eyes. 

"Huh?" 

"I said," Eddie repeats, sways into his space. "We should totally do it. Get all this stuff out. The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana." 

Steve bites back a laugh, ignores how his stomach flutters at Eddie’s huge, excited grin. 

"I dunno. Sounds like a lot of work for just me." 

"Yeah, about that …" Eddie’s smile dims and his gaze drops. "I've been meaning to ask …" 

He starts to pick at his cuticles, so Steve habitually reaches for one of his hands to stop him. 

"Ask what?" 

Eddie sucks in a breath, and the next words rush out on the exhale, all at once. 

"So Wayne sort of took the holiday shifts because a guy got sick, so it'll just be me, and I thought …since you'll also be … alone, y'know, maybe we could …" 

"Eds," Steve says. The flutter in his stomach is turning into a hurricane. "Are you asking if I wanna spend Christmas together?" 

"What? Nah!" Eddie winks at him. "As if you'd deny me, please! I'm asking if we can get your ridiculous light show out." 

Steve snorts a laugh, chest warm and tingly and bright. "What, all of it?" 

"Hell yes, all of it," Eddie throws his head back and cackles, almost losing the hat. "It's gonna be our year, big boy!" 

They stay up in the attic for a long time, bickering and joking and unpacking boxes upon boxes of sparkly decor. Outside, the snow continues to fall. 

Steve hopes they'll get a white Christmas. 

Part 2

All of my holiday drabbles

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

Max doesn’t think anyone will care much that he died.

His dad will just be happy to have one less mouth to feed, more money to go to his borderline alcoholism.

His friends- Jason and Kyle- might be upset about losing their quarterback. But as for missing him, as a person and not a concept, he thinks they’ll be happier. Kyle can go off and date Brenda finally, without needing his blessing. Jason... he’ll probably stop pummeling nerds and start befriending them. Like a traitor.

The nerds will most certainly be happier. Micro-Peter and Shit-Lips and what's-her-name with the headgear. They won’t have to live in fear anymore. Maybe without him they’ll get the chance to live in peace. Maybe that was the point of doing this to him.

This is what he thinks about as he walks around the Old Waylon Place those nerds left him in. He’s always believed in ghosts, ever since he was little. When his mom died, he was six and he was convinced she would come back. He imagined every little noise was his mom, whistling through the house as that long, flowery dress she wore trails behind her on the floor. He imagined the creaking of floorboards were her feet, light and dainty on the floor as she hovered through the house.

He had a dream once, when he was almost seven years old. His mother's long, flowing hair and how it might get dirty and tangled as it dragged behind her on the floor. She floated through the walls all the way to his tiny bedroom, Star Wars sheets and action figures scattered about. His mother sat on the edge of his bed as he lay there, young and lonely.

Her fingers ghosted over his face, cold and uncomforting, leaving a chill in his bones. He called out to her, reaching for the warmth his mother used to have, in the cups of tea she would give him after bad dreams as he curled into her side and tugged on her sleeve, chasing that warmth.

That warmth was nowhere to be found then, as he slept restlessly, shivering under his sheets with the taste of hot tea burning in his mouth.

He sits on the old, splintering floor of the Waylon Place, craving a cup of tea. Those nerds really just left him here. Chopped him up like this is some fucking Stephen King novel, like that clown with the bad perm. It’s not like he’s some monster. Well, yes, obviously he’s a Literal Monster, but not... a literal monster.

But as he thinks about it, he wonders- if I was some nerd, like Spankoffski or the anime kid, and there was this handsome sonofabitch pushing me around, I’d want him dead, too.

It’s not like he’s gonna do much with his life. He knows that. He just thinks, maybe, they could’ve given him a chance. The shitty thing is, he thought they were, at first. He really, really thought they put together that whole thing just to make him happy. But then he got stabbed in the back- literally- and now he’s a fucking ghost. Like his mom.

[gaybananabread]

Can we get headcanons for Hawks and Dabi? Is Dabi even ticklish, as a burnt piece of bacon?

🪶🧡Hawks & Dabi Tkl Headcanons🩵🔥

~And I’m back! Sorry for taking so long to get to my inbox, I live in shame (╥ᆺ╥；). I also got a req for some LOV hcs, so those should be out soon! These two doofs will forever hold a special place in my brain and I love it. Thank you for requesting!~

🩵Dabi🔥

General:

So the crispy-fried parts of him are ticklish, but to a degree. (continued in Lee)

He gives heavy ler-leaning switch vibes. Like, he’s always ready to wreck a bitch, but he’ll occasionally want some goofy affection.

Is incredibly embarrassed to admit he likes tickling. Will deny it until his last breath unless he’s “forced” to admit it.

Lee:

Only light tickling works on the scarred areas, maybe feathers or gentle tracing with nails

Even then, scarred bits only get him giggling softly.

It’s adorable and soft, which is exactly why he’ll kill almost anyone that tries.

He’s gotta be in the perfect mood, or so down-in-the-dumps that he doesn’t give a shit about what anyone does.

Main lers are Hawks, Twice and Toga. If anyone else does it, they’d better be wearing some wool and modacrylic suits.

Rough, airy giggles ranging to full-out cackling, depending on where and how you get him.

His worst spots are his belly button and armpits. If you go to town there, he’ll forget his name in no-time.

Melt spot is the area from under his chin and down to his collarbones.

That whole area is burned, but some gentle affection makes him happier than he’ll ever tell. Especially some tickly kisses to let him know they don’t care that he’s a lil’ crispy around the edges.

Ler:

Good luck and condolences to your diaphram-

He’s got a rough style, preferring to get his lee screeching over mere giggles. (if he cares, though, he’ll do what they prefer)

He’s not picky: he’ll wreck whoever in the main LOV-circle.

Most frequent flyers are Hawks and Twice (see the parallel?). He likes excuses, mainly giving out revenge tickles.

The teasiest bastard to ever walk the Earth. Like, seriously, man has no shame.

“That tickles? Better brace yourself, giggles: it only gets worse from here~” “Huh? Sorry, didn’t hear that over you laughing your ass off.” “Tickle tickle tickle, cutie~”

Would 100% do the Tickle Monster routine, but be genuinely terrifying about it. Long chases, anticipation builders, and raspberries/nibbles when he’s “hungry”

He’ll stop if the lee seriously asks, but other than that, goes until they’re wheezing.

Surprisingly nice aftercare: back rubs, light praise and occasionally cuddles if you’re good with puppy-dog eyes.

🧡Hawks🪶

General:

First off, this man has no shame in admitting he enjoys tickling.

He has “can say the t-word at any time” powers and abuses them whenever possible.

Birdy boy gives straight switch vibes. Down for a tickle fight, no matter what direction it goes for him.

Lee:

A lot more ticklish than most would think. Few actually try it, but those that have are pleasantly surprised.

He gets lee moods frequently, though they’re rarely taken care of. While he can admit he doesn’t mind tickling in general, asking to receive it is a lot harder.

When he is tickled, his laughter is bright and pitchy. That confident voice tends to crack when he’s laughing his feathers off.

Worst spot is his wings for sure, followed by his hips. If you dig into his wingpits, he’s a goner.

Melt spot is his stomach. He loves gentle belly traces, though he can’t handle kisses or nibbles there for too long.

His favorite ler is Dabi. He’s closest with him in the league, and the man knows how to get him laughing.

If the lee mood is really bad, he’ll sit near Dabi with his arms behind his head until he gets the message. If that doesn't work, it's annoying the hell out of the crispy boy.

Ler:

*Ehem*...the wings.

You know he uses those whenever possible to mess with friends and associates.

A stray feather hear, an accidental bring-brush there. Everyone knows he's doing it on purpose, but few actually try to prove it. After he finds out, even fewer succeed.

Purrs smug, teasy little compliments to his lee. Mans is cruel in the best way.

“Those seem like some adorable giggles. Mind sharing?” “What? You don't want me seeing this cute, squishy tummy? I don't see the problem, giggles~” “Loving these thighs of yours. So fun to squeeze and poke— the snorts are the best part!”

He “attacks” Dabi the most, mainly for mood-checks or just to be an ass.

After him, Twice is a regular. Whether it be for comfort after a “splitting” headache or just because, a few feathers will find their way to the villain.

Hawks doesn't really have a particular style besides “loveable asshole”

Depending on who's getting it, he'll go soft, rough, in the middle, feathers only: whatever the situation calls for.

Mainly cuddly aftercare: hugs, back rubs, a few spare teases, and maybe a snack if you're really drained. Wants to make sure his lee had fun over anything else.

[seireitonin]

Any headcanons you have about LJ? I feel like I never see enough about him. 🖤

YES IM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!! He’s so underrated and I could talk about him for hours.

🍭LJ Headcannons!!🍭

(They’re gonna be a bit angsty)

Ever since he was abandoned he has a twisted form of love

Wants to understand love and how humans love each other

It makes no sense to him humans hurt each other all the time in relationships and friendships

Has the darkest sense of humor

LJ, Toby and Jeff will make the most evil vile disgusting jokes you’ve ever heard together

Desperately wishes he could be colorful and happy again

When he was in the box he scratched tally marks into the walls of it

He cried every day too

Hasn’t felt true happiness since he became black and white

Killing was the only time he felt a bit happy or anything at all

He wanted to stop and not be like Issac, the one who made him the way he is

But killing for him was like an addiction

He was constantly chasing the high of his next kill

Ironically it was Toby who helped him stop killing children

Toby had killed children before because of the slendermans influence and knew how horrible it made him feel after

Toby trying his best not to be like his dad who was his abuser and the reason Toby became the way he is now inspired Jack to try harder

Or at least focus his anger and bloodlust in a different direction

Jack wanted to stop being like the man who traumatized him too

So he thought about the bigger picture of everything that happened to him

It wasn’t the child Issac who hurt him it was the adults around Issac that failed him

It was adult Issac that failed Jack

So LJ started killing neglectful/ abusive parents

He doesn’t help the kids after though

Still not a fan of them

Sally helped him change too, even if she doesn’t know it

He would never say it to her

But she did

She hated LJ when they first met and she found out he killed children

“You’re just like my uncle”

“No! I’m nothing like him!”

“How? You kill children just like he killed me”

“I…do it for different reasons! It’s not like that!” He justified it to himself

“What makes you any different than him?!”

“I’m not THAT way!”

“A child killer is a child killer! It’s all the same! You’re a monster just like him!”

This was the first time LJ had felt genuine disgust with himself

To be compared to a man like that…

Made him sick. Like isolated himself and breaking stuff in anger sick

He wasn’t like that. He wasn’t.

He would never do that

LJ knew he was awful. But never in that way

That’s what really made him stop killing children

Couldn’t bare being thought of in that way

He tries to be nicer to Sally

She tried to tolerate him more since he’s changed

If the adults around her protected her like they should have, like they should’ve protected Issac, she’d be happy and normal

So would Jack

He sees Sally as his second chance and redemption

So he’ll protect her like she should’ve been protected while she was alive

LJ helps Sally be more trusting of adults at least of him anyway

They help each other heal from their trauma in a way

When he did kill children he would lock them in dark spaces

He was just giving them a taste of how he felt and what he went through

The betrayal in their eyes as he did it fueled him

He projected his anger and sadness into every kill

It’s why they were so brutal and gory

Now that he kills bad adults they’re even more brutal and gory

He smells like a carnival at night time

Sickeningly sweet foods with the perfect temperature summer air that’s how he smells

Use’s British slang from 1800 still

Had to get used to modern language and talking

Not just for this era but for every era he’s lived through

He’s been alive for 200 years after all

LJ is a Victorian goth!!

Not emo (he gets mad when people call him emo)

Because he believes goth fashion is superior

Dresses fancy and camp af

I mean his daily outfit is literally a feathered Shaw and a crop top

Doesn’t care about human things like gender

So he’ll wear what he wants

You can wear whatever you want when no one can kick your ass

Can pull literally anything out of his pockets

I mean ANYTHING

Has so many magical powers it’s crazy

One of the many benefits of being imaginary ig

He’s very loud

Loves attention on him at all times

Probably because he doesn’t want anyone to forget about him

He’s 7 feet tall

Honestly once you get to know him he’s super fun to be around

Unless you hate loud black and white clowns that tell jokes constantly and love pulling pranks

He actually has a 50/50 of masculine and feminine facial features

To appeal to everyone

Him and Jeff get in fights a lot

Mainly because LJ likes to get under his skin

And it pisses Jeff off that it’s super hard, damn near impossible to hurt LJ

Yay being imaginary!

Being around everyone is the closest he’ll ever be to colorful again

When he’s around everyone his eyes turn from silver to deep blue like when he was colorful

In fact his eyes will go that deep blue whenever he’s feeling deep emotions

I guess one of his old functions of friendship meaning everything to him still exists

Still obnoxious and annoying though

But that’s just LJ

An unpredictable, dangerous, murderous, bloodthirsty clown demon

You gotta love him (I know I do)

[soughtoutsliderr]

The Projectionist x Reader

CW: Rough sex, tentacles, sort of non-human character

-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-☆-

It was dark. There was one light illuminating the stairs I walked down. I stepped down and my feet were surrounded by thick gooey ink. I clutched the pipe in my hand to my chest.

-Whirrrr-

I snap my head around. ‘What was that?” I think to myself. I walk down the last stair and drag my shoes through the ink. I’m startled when i see another light source around the corner.

-Whirrrr-

The noise was louder now. I run as fast as I can to hide behind a wooden wall. I peak through to see a.. floating projector? No, it’s on top of a body, but it’s covered in ink. I watch as it walks away then sneak past the corner. I just need to find more ink hearts, then I can get out of here. I tread through the ink and break down a slab of wood blocking my path. I take a small step and slip on the wood that fell to the floor. Though I try to stop myself with my hands, it’s futile. My face, knees, and hands are now covered partly by the pitch black ink. I try to recover, but can’t see anything at all. I feel around for my pipe, and try to wipe my eyes.

-Whirrrr-

The noise. It’s back. I flail my hands around in an attempt to grab onto anything. A wall, a slab of wood, something. I finally feel the cold metal of my pipe and stand up. I run as fast as I can, trying to get away. Every step I take is slurred by the ink below me. I hear the creature approaching behind me, and fast. I turn the corner in hopes of losing him and keep sprinting. I turn back around to see the creature still behind me.

-WHAM-

Another piece of wood. It was strategically placed and thick enough to seriously bruise anyone who ran into it. I look back and see it getting closer, not slowing down even though i wasn’t going anywhere. The whirring noise gets even louder and pounds on my ear drums. I cover my ears and look away, knowing I would die.

Then it gets quiet. Not completely quiet but the whirring is not there any more. Just white noise. I turn slowly to look behind me and see the projector just in front of my face. I couldn’t move. I was frozen in fear and my ankles still hurt like hell.

“P-please, let me go,” I manage to mutter. This is the scariest encounter I’ve had in this place so far. Sure, i’ve been chased by the ink demon, but it’s never gotten this close. The creature runs its finger along my face. It seemed curious, as if it’d never seen a human before. It looks me up and down, then tilts its head. I tilt my head back. I could try to relate to this thing? Maybe then it’ll let me live.

The monster grabs my face and angles it up to look at him. I squint at the bright light of the projector and pull away. It pulls its hand away and flinches. Did I startle it? I reach my shaky hand out and place it on top of its head. I pat the projector and it calms down.

“You can understand me, then?” I ask

It nods its head.

“Are you going to kill me?”

It doesn’t respond, but the tape glitches and it’s light flickers.

Not sure what to do, I close my eyes and throw my head back. I hear the low whirring of the projector in front of me, and it becomes soothing rather than frightening. I almost doze off before the ground starts to shake.

“The Ink Demon!”

I look deeply into the creatures light.

“Please, help me. I can’t walk at all, I don’t want to die, please.”

I feel a cold hand grab my waist and scoop me up. The creature holds me in his arms and starts to run. I peek over his shoulder and see the much larger monster behind us. My heart is racing faster than ever. THIS is the scariest moment i’ve had in this place so far. My life is in the hands of another, and an ink being at that. The creature opens the door to a Little Miracle Station and gently sets me down. I hold on to the wall and manage to keep myself up. It hesitates to come in with me.

“What are you doing? He’ll kill you! Please, come in here with me, don’t try and fight him!”

It shakes its projector head profusely. I look behind it and the demon is almost here. I impulsively pull the creature by its arm and shut the door.

It was dark and cold. I held on to the creature next to me for support. It wrapped its hands around me. I’d assume this was an attempt to warm me up, but the cold, wet ink its body was made of didn’t really help. I see the ink demon looking around, then approach the door. I put a finger over my lips to shush it, then cover the light of its projector with my hand. The demon peers in, but sees nothing, and goes away.

“Fuck my life,” I say and drop to the ground. “Thank you, projector head. You saved me.”

The creature pulls a piece of cardboard and hands it to me. It was a box to the vhs for the movie The Projectionist.

“What’s this?”

It points to the title, then points to itself.

“You’re ‘The Projectionist’?”

It nods.

“Alright, Projectionist. Let’s get out of here.”

I stand up and reach for the handle, but it stops me. It grabs both my wrists and spins me back around so i’m close.

“W-what are you doing?”

It collects both my wrists above my head in one hand and starts to explore my body with the other. It trails its hand down my back and squeezes my ass.

“Hey, what the hell?”

It pushes me against the wall and starts to rub its hands on my chest. They’re cold and I feel my nipples start to perk up. I can’t believe i’m really doing this. I mean, i’m getting freaky with the shit you write with! It’s already happening, and i don’t think this guy has any plans of stopping.

“Ngh~ so.. w-what’s that ink do?” I look up at it with a look of lust on my face, testing just how much he would do. Then I feel something creep up my leg. I look down to see ink rising off his body in a tentacle like form. One starts to rise right where his dick would be, and it starts to wrap around my thigh. I can’t help but moan at the feeling of it against me. The Projectionist uses its hands to take off my shorts which are still covered in ink from earlier. As soon as they’re off, the eager tentacle starts rubbing against me. I moan out loud as my pussy gets even more soaked. The wet tentacle slips around on my clit and I grind against it.

The Projectionist roughly flips me around. I feel two of tentacles spread my legs slightly, with my hands still above my head. It swiftly slaps my ass and then I feel its slippery makeshift cock poke against me.

“P-put it in already, please.”

It quickly complies, trying to ram himself into me. I choke on my spit.

“Hrk-! You can’t be so rough with me, especially in this state! Go slow, okay?”

It hesitantly nods, careful not to hurt me this time. I feel it slip in and I moan, throwing my head back.

“Just like that, baby.”

I feel the tentacle stiffen up inside me. Its free hand grabs my waist and pulls me towards it. I hear it’s tape glitch and the lights flicker again.

“Someone’s excited,” I say, teasing it. “Don’t worry, i’m not going anywhere.”

I feel the ink twitch inside me again, then the Projectionist starts to thrust inside me. It’s very careful with every move.

“There you go.. you can speed up a bit, baby.”

It starts ramming my pussy the same as before, roughly thrusting and hitting my womb. It felt amazing, the tentacle squirming inside me as he fucks.

“Oh, yes, be a good boy and keep doing it like that.

I arch my back and thrust against it too. I feel my orgasm rising, the knot in my stomach loosens.

“S-so do you like cum ink?” I ask it. I guess it’s preoccupied right now.

It’s lights start to flicker. The whirring gets loud and inconsistent. I can’t help but to let out a sharp moan every time it thrusts or I feel the tentacle twitch inside me. A clapping noise starts to fill the room as it pushes even harder. It lets go of my hands, and I place them on the wall. It grabs my hair and uses it to fuck me even harder, then trails its other hand down to my clit. I shake as it rubs against me with its cold hand.

“Fuck, you’re really good at this~!”

I squeeze my pussy tightly on the tentacle as I cum. The semen seeps down on my legs and I pant, trying to recover. The Projectionist pulls out and I whine, partly hoping it would creampie my sloppy cunt. It strokes the tentacle, not looking away from my body. The whirring starts to get loud again and its lights flicker rapidly. It lets out a whimper-like noise and sprays ink all over my back. It was super gross and got my hole soaked again.

“That got you tired, baby? Maybe I could stay here for a bit and cuddle with you, okay?” I bring it down to sit with me and hug it.

The Projectionist hums against my neck and squeezes my thigh. This probably isn’t my last round of tonight...

[amazingmsme]

i was wondering if you had any ler!tinky hcs 👀👀

For sure! I used to not be the biggest Tinky fan because the doll version was so unsettling, & he really was such a bastard, but then I saw Curt play him & let’s just say he skyrocketed to the top, right under Wiggly & probably tied with Nibbly. He gives a whole new meaning to the song Kiss the Go-Goat cause I’m gonna smooch that eldritch abomination!

Ok now that I’m done gushing, onto the headcanons!

He’s literally the definition of a switch! Like he’ll straight up ask to be wrecked & he’ll be having the time of his life laughing under one of his brothers then it’s like “ok I’m done now” & without any warning he’s got them pinned & is sporting the most wicked grin. & he’s just like “my turn!” & wastes no time making them scream. He especially loves doing this to Wiggly because he thinks he needs an “attitude adjustment”

If he’s got a lot of pent up energy, he’ll stick his lee in The Box & chase them down. His box is literally the backrooms, just endless empty rooms & halls all in that sickening hue that puts The Yellow Wallpaper to shame. Something about that color just adds just the right dose of lee panic in his victims that’s only intensified by his echoing taunts & cackles. For a fucking prey animal he sure is one hell of a predator!

Even tho he’s the literal worst he still wants his victims to have at least a little fun, so if he notices they’re not fighting back as much when he goes for a certain spot, he’ll target it for longer

He’s got golden retriever boy energy & no not just because he’s yellow! If you so much as flinch when he wiggles his fingers it triggers something deep inside him. Just like when a dog has something they’re not supposed to & you step towards them & they run off at the speed of sound. That except of running away he’s running toward you

The most fun ler out of all the lib please don’t tell them I said that

Just take a wild guess who his favorite lee is

Seriously Ted can never catch a damn break with this bitch. It’s either The Horrors™ or tickle torture. & depending on how pissed off he is with Tinky he’ll gladly pick the horrors. But Tinky doesn’t really care about what he wants, he just does whatever he feels like in the moment

Unrelated but the first time Ted saw him in his human form he kept having to tell himself “don’t fuck the monster, don’t fuck the monster” but he thinks the goat man is cuuuute & he’s trying hard not to let it show but he blushes so much when Tinky flirts or teases him

One time he was wrecking Ted & he was all red & giggly & he was too weak to really fight back anymore & the sight was just too cute & too much for Tinky to handle so he stopped right in the middle of it & ran to the corner, biting his shirt & screaming because wtf he’s literally just some guy he shouldn’t give him butterflies in his stomach & make him feel all giddy but he does & then Ted snuck up behind him & got revenge for who knows how long

Tinky is the type to wiggle his fingers at you before he ever even strikes. He just wants to make you nervous & build up anticipation & because he’s gotta live up to the bastard title, he will fake an attack just to make you scream he’s the woooorst

& since he controls time & space, he’s not very aware of how long he’s been tickling someone, so he’s probably the most likely to go overboard without realizing. But then he’ll rewind time so he can start all over again & “this time I won’t overdo it, I prommy!”

[prismaticpichu]

What if Sephiroth tried to escape Shinra?

Shinra finds out about Sephiroth escaping, and he is just running away while Planes, Jets and Helicopters chase after him as well when he tries to run away

Oooooooooooh, JUICY scenario :00000 Yes yes yes yes yes!!!

I think a lot of this would depend on what point in his life Seph tried to escape. If he is just a baby bean, still being trained and exploited and pushed to his limit in the lab, he would prolly be able to get away. Not only would he be smaller and more evasive, but his name/face wouldn’t be imprinted in the planet’s crust yet. He can blend into crowds without drawing attention—and since this is Seph we’re talking about, he prolly had the foresight to take some sort of cloak with him, no matter how young of a brain. The only problems stem from not being able to take care of himself, after being cloistered in the lab and treated like an animal. He doesn’t know real food. He hardly knows how to communicate. He will prolly find himself taking shelter behind a crate, perhaps having made it to Junon. And there, someone would find him, seeing him in his bone-thin state, and take him in <333 Upon asked about his parents, Sephiroth can’t answer, knowing he would be returned to the bad men chasing him. He simply says he has none. It’s a tough, rocky decision, but the savior decided to let him stay, sheltering him and feeding him and restoring his strength. But Sephiroth can’t stay forever. He knows he can’t—knowing the bad men ware behind him and would eventually track him down, and take his caretaker away. Take them away just like how they took Gast away. So Sephiroth eventually leaves, and in this manner he makes his way across the continent, from house to house, traveling all the way across the continent… until he finds himself in a backwater town nestled in the corner of Gaia. There’s something there, he just feels it. Like a gravitational pull in his mind. Like his veins were reins and they were guiding him. Something feels… complete. Full-circle, almost. But he doesn’t stop to ponder over it too much. He just makes his way through, when the village is sound asleep in the heart of night. He makes his way through the mountains, navigating through the labyrinthine paths and all the way to a big, metal building sitting at the summit. He goes inside, making his way up the stairs, stopping before a towering door.

Though he can’t get them open, so he just goes back down.

It’s not the most ideal life, wandering from one corner of the continent to the next. But he gets the see the world. He sees the stars at night, real stars, like the ones in the books Gast used to read to him. So maybe it isn’t so bad, living life on the lamb. Maybe he’ll find Gast somewhere along the way.

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Now! What if Sephiroth was to leave while in SOLDIER???

“Depending on what happens, I may abandon ShinRa.”

So he does. He deserts, before he ever goes to Nibelheim. But this time, unlike his younger self, he ain’t alone—not at all. He’s got the pupper with him. And together they travel across the continent, heading for a place to call home. They both have cloaks draped over them, hidden from the limelight, and Zack has packed plenty of food for them to share—as well as lots of Gil to stock up. The journey is rough, vigorous… but one thing it’s not is lonely. They fight off monsters and troops at every turn, and they do it together, protecting each other with their lives. There is nothing more valuable, precious, and meaningful to them than the other’s safety. They’re everything they have… <3 There are nights when the temperature is hostile, the weather bitter cold, Sephiroth sees Zack shaking on the grass or rocks or against a tree. And what he does is almost instinct: he scoots closer to the boy, wrapping his arms around his treasured friend and bringing him close, cocooning them both in warmth. Sometimes, though, there’s times when Sephiroth thinks they made a mistake, thinking they had all that they could at ShinRa… and the thoughts only get more muddled when he realizes ShinRa is the core of so much pain. So much betrayal. Sometimes he doesn’t know what to do, and he squeezes Zack tighter than usual.

“Seph,” Zack starts one night, when they’re on the outskirts of Corel, feeling his friend’s body tense against his.

Sephiroth weakly hums in acknowledgment.

“…It’s gonna be okay.” He balances out the squeeze. “We’ll find somewhere to stay. I promise. Somewhere where you’ll be safe and sound.” A thread of mirth weaves into voice. “Heck, maybe we can be mercenaries. Keeping the world safe in our own way.”

Sephiroth can’t help but smile. “…Maybe.”

“And no matter what,” Zack continues, burrowing even deeper into his best friend’s cloak, close to his heartbeat. “It’ll be together. Always.”

[merv606]

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Thank you - *tucks ficlet safely into pocket* ”

You are welcome! I figure you’ve gifted us so many wonderful fics, it was time to gift you back.

I do have a second half though. Wouldn’t mind your thoughts. I do hope I captured your Terry to your liking.

Pt 2

Terry stood in front of him, looking at him with such reverence, stroking his face, his arms.

Then, what he could only describe as fear, clouded Terry’s eyes. He’d never ever seen Terry even close to being afraid. He didn’t think it was even possible.

He always seemed unshakeable, so absolutely sure of everything.

But it was there, and then Terry was pulling him close, wrapping his arms around him, cradling his head to his chest. He almost didn’t hear his next words, “You don’t know what those monsters wanted to do to you…”

He was genuinely afraid for him.

Up until now, Daniel never realized just how bad it was… how bad it could have become…

Thing is, he hadn’t been oblivious to all of it.

He’d seen the look Victor Grais’ was giving him and recognized it for what it was.… had seen that level of intensity in more than one man’s eyes…

And it wasn’t all that different from the way Terry looks at him sometimes. No matter what Terry wants to believe.

Which is why he’d kicked himself so many times for not recognizing it in Terry… for refusing to see it for what it was…

Still, he had valid reason to believe otherwise. He had to give himself that much credit.

But he didn’t have the strength to process that right now.

Right now, he had another problem at hand.

Daniel just swallowed thickly, trying to come up with the most diplomatic response that would please— no, that would reassure Terry.

A reassured Terry was one he could relatively handle.

He gently nudged Terry, who only let go when he realized Daniel wanted to look him in the eyes. He’d never turn down an opportunity to look at his boy’s lovely eyes.

“Terry,” he said softly, carefully, “Thank you for keeping me safe. My kids safe.”

As crazy as he is, Daniel was thankful no harm came to his family, and that he had more time to be a husband and father. He owed him a thank you.

A hint of annoyance flashed across Terry’s face, and instantly Daniel realizes his mistake in mentioning his kids. He hated anytime Daniel referenced his life before he’d kidnapped him, no matter how small.

This though — it’s something he doesn’t think he’ll ever understand. If Terry loved him so much, then how could he not love something that came from him?

But then, he knew that answer to that too.

He’d watched an animal documentary that said many male animals would kill a female’s young in order to get her to mate with them.

A mother bear came across a male bear that wanted to mate. She tried to get her cubs to run, knowing the male bear would kill them on sight in hopes it would increase his chances of mating with her. But her babies didn’t understand or want to leave her. She was able to fight him and chase him off, and her cubs were safe.

But a mother Hippopotamus was not so lucky. A dominant male in the group had brutally drowned her baby son, knowing that if she wanted another baby, he would be her only option.

She could only watch in horror, crying for her baby’s life, unable to stop the attack. Then desperately trying to wake him. But it was too late. It had been heartbreaking to watch.

That he was grateful Terry couldn’t force a baby on him went without saying.

But like those mothers, it was still possible Terry could kill his young.

Every day he carried that fear: that one day Terry would become these feral creatures and brutally kill his family, so that Daniel would have no choice but to accept him in their place. In a way, he already had; but at least Daniel could keep them alive and safe.

Distract the bear while his cubs got away.

Not a bear… a wolf…

“I just meant… I owe you a thank you.”

It worked. Terry smiled his loving smile, and his grip eased.

Terry loved it when he validated his twisted expressions of love.

But he still didn’t release him.

He knew all he had to say to make Terry truly happy… to make him let his guard down… was the promise he had yet to make.

I’ll never leave you.

What is it Bill said to Beatrix in Kill Bill, “There are consequences to breaking the heart of a murdering bastard.”

No matter how badly he wanted to escape… or how deep Terry might drag him down into this insanity with him… he couldn’t say them.

Too scared that Terry would see through him, and see those words for what they’d be — a lie.

Then… then the real pain would begin.

🥰

This is wonderful!

Terry loved it when he validated his twisted expressions of love.

☝🏻So damn accurate ☝🏻

The whole part about the animals and protecting your young is spot on and funnily enough, this will factor in later on - to explain some of Daniel’s motivations now that he knows the truth.

[skylarmoon71]

Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles/Superman Crossover) - Chapter 5

“You look good Leo.”

Not that you expected any different. You were there when they had to remove the bullet. They couldn’t exactly send him to a hospital and you were the only one with x-ray vision.

“Thanks to you.”

His feet were dangling over the ledge, right next to yours as you watched the lights reflect over the city. The bridge seemed so much closer from your spot. Another reason that you liked it here. You could see the water, the statue, just about everything that was worth laying your eyes on.

“(Y/N) I’m-’

“You don’t have to keep apologizing, Leo.”

He stopped himself, looking down at the cars.

“I forgive you Leo.”

You saw the way his body tensed and his fists clenched at his side.

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

“You deserve every bit of it. Regardless of what happened, you saved me Leo. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I do now. I know why you did it.” He still refused to look at you, and you placed your palm over his hand.

“You saved me Leo, please believe that.”

He looked about ready to cry and you just leaned your head on his shoulder.

In every way he had saved you from yourself. You went in there with every intention to kill Drew, but when you saw it, the acceptance in Leo’s eyes, it changed something. For a moment you saw yourself reflected in his eyes and it was terrifying. You weren't a murderer. He was willing to let you hate him if it meant that you didn’t become the monster you were trying to stop.

Leo cared about you, and that day he saved your humanity. There was no amount of thanks that would ever be enough, so for now, the warmth of his company, it felt like what you both needed.

You weren’t sure how long you both sat there. It could have been hours, it just felt nice to be there. No chasing bad guys or agency team ups.

Just two souls that needed the calm of that night.

You’d only moved when your eyes caught sight of the clock.

It was almost two in the morning. Leo would need to leave soon, so would you.

“I should probably head back.”

The way he straightens, you can tell he doesn’t want you to leave, he’s probably worried this is the last time he’ll see you. You take his hand with a reassuring smile.

“I was hoping you could drop me back to my new place.”

He figured you had moved, because when he went to your old place, you weren’t there. In a way he was relieved. Given what happened last time, it was probably better he didn’t know.

“I think it’s better if you keep the location to yourself.”

You shake your head.

“I want  you to drop me home Leo.”

You were insistent and his shoulders sagged in a way that showed relief and just a bit of sadness.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

He took your hand, and you grinned.

“So are you going to carry me like a princess, or do you want to switch roles?”

The joke made him crack a smile, lowering his hand he picked you up easily and you held on. It was funny, before this you were always adamant on getting to certain places on your own. At the start he wasn’t aware of all your gifts, so he offered to carry you, but you just gave him a flustered look and insisted that you weren’t some damsel in distress. Now, you’re content with just being here with him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you whispered the location into his ear. He nodded, taking off without a second thought. 

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

the hangman cometh

here is my latest fic. Claudia centric. Claudia and Armand have a final conversation.

Claudia is going to die tonight.  

She knows this, down in the marrow of her bones.  It’s the only way this game between her and Armand ends, with one of them dead.  Neither will tolerate the other in Louis’ life–Claudia is done enduring--so round and round they go.  Circling each other like the predators they are.  

But Armand has all the power and controls all the players.  Even Louis.  She never really stood a chance.  

She imagines running away with Madeline.  She could just leave Louis behind to Armand, let him chase his own ruin.  It’s what he wants; just like he wanted Lestat.  And he won’t choose her; he won’t choose at all.  Louis thinks he can have them both.  

And he’d never let her go, would he?  He’d spend eternity chasing her.  Armand wouldn’t stand for that.  

Claudia is tired; tired of fixing problems Louis caused in the first place.  Tired of trying to save him, when he keeps running straight towards danger. But Louis hasn’t got the nerve to do what needs to be done.  He hadn’t with Lestat; Claudia can remember the feel of the knife in her hand, the hot spray of blood that gushed over her hand.  

Remembers yelling at Louis to burn him.  The whole point was to burn him.  The poison and the knife were just to get him weak enough to get him in the incinerator.  

Louis stopped her.  Put hands on her.  

Claudia hates him as much as she loves him.  They’ll never be free of each other.  For better or worse, they’re family.

It’s why Armand has to get rid of her. 

The door to her dressing room opens and Armand slips in.   She can see his reflection in her mirror.  Has he come to gloat?  This farce of a trial will see her dead and they both know it.  Still, Claudia wants to hurt him in some small way.  

So she makes her words a knife and says “You realize that he’ll never forgive you?”

She doesn’t turn around as she speaks, doesn’t look at him at all.  She picks up her necklace and goes to fasten the clasp.  Armand gave her this necklace–in front of Louis, naturally–and it feels like slipping a noose around her neck to put it on.  

“You can try to blame Santiago and the others, but he’ll know who's really responsible.” 

Armand smiles, clearly amused.  It’s that smile that had won over Louis, that had beguiled him and left him in Armand’s thrall, as surely as one of those humans he kept.  Except Louis didn’t even need to use his gifts on Louis, Louis submitted to him of his own will.

Louis will always choose his lover over her.  Claudia understands that now.  She wishes Lestat had let that train go.  Maybe right now, she’d be with other vampires who appreciated her.  Who understood her.

Armand understands her; a monster recognizes a monster.  

The stupid necklace won’t clasp.  

“Allow me,” Armand says, and glides over.  He’s tall, so much taller than her and he’s so close behind her.  The hair’s on the back of her neck rise, some dangersense alerted.  His hands find the clasp and deftly closes it.  

His hands leave her necklace and come to rest on her shoulders.  He easily pins her in place, and it makes her feel small and impotent.  Helpless.

(Helpless as a child.  And that’s what she is, isn’t it?  After all these years and always.)  

“It won’t be I that our dear Louis blames,” he says, voice soft like velvet.  Soft, but teasing.  A sort of ‘I know something you don’t know’ tone.  

What is he hiding?

It doesn’t matter.  He’s already won.

He sounds almost gentle when he speaks.  “Do you have any last requests?”

Claudia stiffens and glares up at him.  He’s hatefully calm.  He wants her to beg.  As though she’d ever give him the satisfaction.

(She could ask Madeline to be spared, but he’ll never allow it.  Louis would feel responsible for her, especially with Claudia gone.)

“There ain’t nothing I want from you.”

She’ll  face her death with dignity.  Her dignity is all she has left.