#even while leaving him he's basically telling himself like

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, rough noncon, scratches and bruises, manipulation, misogyny, slut-shaming...

♡ FEM reader

He can’t believe you… 

From what he can tell, you only eat takeout, candy, and booze. Someone didn’t do their job raising you, that’s for sure. You go about life like you’re still a teenager—the worst type of teenager, at that—the type who’s given up on life and romanticizes nihilism and drugs.

College dropout, working at a bar, out all night, straggling home early in the morning looking like a whore in broad daylight—short party dress, smokey eyes, messy hair, smelling like cheap perfume mixed with sweat. 

It’s such a shame… You’re such a pretty girl.

He’s seen you when you’re all cleaned up. Newly washed hair, still damp, face a little flushed from the heat, dewy and natural, wearing comfy clothes as you go to get the mail in a pair of bunny slippers. You look like such a good girl, then—someone he could make his girlfriend. 

But every time you leave the building, it’s in a top that’s basically just a bra, a skirt that only barely reaches passed the crease of your ass, and a pair of heals that look as if you bought them in a sex shop. All in all, your entire body screams out for any man to come and fuck you hard and as roughly as they want.

He bets he could fix that about you. Teach you to respect yourself. Make you wear nicer, cuter things that would hide you away from prying eyes—keep you for himself, and only him.

That’s why he’s doing it. In his ski mask, black t-shirt, cargos, and combat boots. He’s going to show you the dangers women like you face in the world—make you see reasons as he jumps you in the alleyway and fucks you with reckless abondon against the harsh brick wall, one hand muffling all your sounds while the other fully subdues you.

He feels you weaker body’s struggle devolve to quivering while he pistons his hips against your ass, pounding your cunt until he’s filling the condom wrapper up with all the lust he’s been wanting to pour inside you ever since he moved in next door.

He just leaves you there like discarded trash afterwards, then goes home. He takes a shower, washes the evidence away, and puts on clean, inconspicuous clothes. He wonders if you’ll go to the police, but knowing what type of girl you are, he doubts it. And true enough, watching through the peephole, he sees you coming up the stairs—ripped top, bruised skin, mascara tears down your sorry face.

He acts like he’s just going downstairs with the trash, but stops upon seeing you, making it seem as if fate wanted him to discover you.

You break down at once when he asks if you’re okay, but you don’t go into any detail about anything, even when he invites you in for a cup of tea. 

No matter, he already knows everything that happened. He’s just happy to see you’ve finally learned, watching the lesson sink in on your pretty face as he helps you wash away all your ruined makeup. Sitting there, like such a saintly knight in shining armour, gently dabbing all your scratches with alcohol on cotton, offering you one of his sweaters afterwards.

You hug him as if you’ve found the one, crying into him like he’s the only person in the world you trust, falling in love with him on the spot.

You can’t see his face, but he returns it with a knowing smile, thinking about what a good girl he’s going to make of you now that he’s made you his own.

♡ BNHA – Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Shinso ♡ JJK – Geto ♡ HQ – Daichi, Kuro, Sakusa ♡ BLLK – Reo, Isagi ♡ WB – Suo, Togame

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[kuidore]

Zoeystery headcanons ✧ KPOP Demon Hunters ✧ Zoey x Mystery

✧ ultimate yapper girl x listener boy

✧ He thought she was cute the moment he saw her bouncing her shoulders to soda pop while Rumi and Mira glared at her

✧ he’s not shy, just quiet. he just isn’t used to being human, and it tires him out a lot more than the others.

✧ He slowly feels like he’s actually relearning his humanity with Zoey, not just going through the motions of a human life like he had felt doing the idol thing

✧ Zoey gets anxious that people aren’t listening to her if they get too quiet. She’s used to being mid-ramble, asking a question, and not getting a response because the person tuned out and she didn’t realize

✧ after the first time she asks Mystery if he’s listening, he starts letting out noises of acknowledgement to reassure her while she’s talking so she doesn’t have to lose her train of thought

✧ he wants her to know that he’s listening very intently, and will sometimes even just say it out loud when he doesn’t have a better comment to make

✧ Zoey thinks it’s adorable, and she slowly feels less and less uncomfortable rambling for hours about television or animals or the songs she wanted to write

✧ She eventually just naturally stops apologizing for rambling or being too over the top, to him and to other people

✧ He starts getting better at conversations, but only with her. He asks social questions he used to think were stupid or boring or useless, because she’s the only one whose answers he actually wants to hear

✧ Mystery remembers nothing from his actual life on earth before the demon realm, and that doesn’t change even as he gets more comfortable as a ‘human’

✧ He couldn’t care less. He outright tells Zoey that it “leaves more room in my brain for the memories we make”

✧ she has to excuse herself from the room for a moment and yell into a pillow about how cute he is

✧ He can hear her doing it. when she comes back with a notebook he’s smiling wider than she thought he was even capable of

✧ she sits him down and they make a bucket list of everything she can think of that she considers “necessary to the human experience”, no matter how small

✧ she feels bad about being *excited* over his amnesia, but she can’t help but chatter about how she was going to be ‘introducing him to all this new stuff!’

✧ items on this list include but are not limited to; seeing the ocean in person, finding a really cool rock that you wanna keep forever, going to the bathhouse, and spending an entire day on the couch

✧ Mystery doesn’t really see what’s interesting about any of it, but he agrees because he wants Zoey to go with him

✧ He likes it, mostly because *she* likes it. He could be literally stranded in the arctic, if Zoey was finding a way to have fun he would be able to do it too. His number one idea of ‘fun’ is just… being around her.

✧ Mystery constantly wants to have Zoey on his lap/between his legs/sitting in literally any position where he can wrap his entire body around her from behind and rest his chin on her shoulder.

✧ he falls asleep like this fairly often. Zoey calls him her weighted blanket

✧ in general they both sleep a lot, they take afternoon naps together almost every day

✧ After enough time he’s got basically everything human down besides the ‘not barking at people who get too close to Zoey for his comfort’

✧ that one is an active choice. He has absolutely no intention of stopping that one

✧ bad saja boy became bad Mystery fairly quickly

✧ He pouts every time she says it. At first she felt bad about it, but eventually she started to find it cute

✧ he’ll sit with his head in her lap while she writes lyrics. She’s always patting his head and playing with his hair while mumbling about how soft it is.

✧ one day he realizes the whole time she’s been avoiding his bangs, and he grabs her hand and moves them away himself so she can see his face when she isn’t actively trying to kill him

✧ “You already know what I look like. I don’t care. If it’s just you.”

✧ She’s so giddy she grabs him and kisses him for the first time, and they’re both a little shocked by it

✧ it was the first time she saw him blush and she immediately became determined to make him do it as much as possible.

✧ She already has a notebook of things he likes and dislikes so she can remember (she has ones for Rumi and Mira too obvi)

✧ she adds a section to Mystery’s for things that make him blush

✧ she’s studying this guy like a bug and he secretly likes it

✧ He keeps the bangs cause most of the time he’s just so unable to control his own facial expressions that he would probably get into a fight in public

✧ but he starts pinning them back when he’s with Zoey

[gayforsphaghettios]

i kept thinking "okay the creature is definitely luo binghe and is just weirdly obsessed with shen yuan (because of course he is) and follows him around, registering the sounds he makes and his sleep habits, taking in every detail from the shadows- he knows the person can sense something there constantly but doesn't know what or who it is. a game of cat and mouse and he can't wait to see how shen yuan breaks from the aloof facade he has around others.

Luo Binghe was going to show himself in the village and at that shrine but seeing Shen Yuan's terror he decided against it, and over time he waits for the opportunity to finally arrive and instead watches others flirt with this stranger (even fighting the urge to murder them all for trying). There's two ideas i like for this scenario as well. Shen Yuan is finally getting to meet his favorite character, Luo Binghe but why does the system keep warning him to be careful? The creature haunting him constantly is in the very room with him and a bunch of friends he's made, the peak lords for one are there, but he's come to know them and thinks hopefully they aren't some demon or possessed.

Luo Binghe, much to Shen Yuan's surprise is flirting with him and seems way too cheerful. Shen Yuan is getting mixed signals with the system going off the rails and telling him not to drink the wine served during dinner? was it poisoned? he decides to not touch it and plays it off by "accidentally" spilling the cup. Luo Binghe was kind to offer his own since he hasn't touched it yet (supposedly), smiling when Shen Yuan accepts it and drinks it. Much to Shen Yuan's shock it seems there were no leaks from social media about him being romanceable, but deciding to shelve the thought for later. Maybe this was a surprise most players don't unlock until later or by doing special quests or dialogue options?

Shen Yuan kept getting system warnings about the creature following him while being left alone, telling him to run as his best chance to survive. Taking the helpful option and running in the woods until he couldn't due to the ground becoming slippery, losing balance he slid to a cliff's edge, grabbing a root of some plant and hoping it'd be strong enough to hold his weight as he struggled to not fall into the pitch black hole below (abyss perhaps?). The system constantly letting him know the creature had ran after him and was nearing closer to him even as he dangled in the air, it was getting close enough he could hear the leaves rustling, his heartbeat pounding in his ears from fear and adrenalin. He struggled to not make any sounds but failed when the root gave way and he fell, only to have a strong hand grip his own and pull him up and back onto ground, the last thing he recalled before everything going dark was a familiar face and the system basically screaming that the creature finally caught him.

svsss horror game au where shen yuan is first in line to buy the pidw-inspired rpg where you play as a wandering cultivator with amnesia, and are taken in by the cang qiong sect during the head disciple days of the last peak lord generation.

because pidw knows its audience, a large part of the marketing was focused on the romance and action aspect of the game, with additional lore from deleted novel scenes—how could shen yuan not buy this game? maybe the peak lords will finally be more than props in the background! the romance aspect seems to be at least somewhat tastefully done, if he can trust the leaks, with more emotional depth than fetish fulfillment (shen yuan swears that if there is even one unskippable cutscene of some peak lord's feet he's going to chuck his computer out the window).

shen yuan customizes his character, going all out on the clichés because why not, giving him white hair and peerless beauty and all the characteristics of an A+ wife (beauty is power in pidw), actually excited to play the game. the first part is standard, you wake up in a barn with amnesia, only a sword and some items to your name, and have to do some tutorial quests to get used to the game mechanics. it's simple enough. eventually, you end up in a village that shen yuan is certain is possessed, because all the NPC's act very unnatural and strange, and it's pretty unsettling. here, the player is supposed to meet the cang qiong head disciples on their own quest, who naturally think the player is the most interesting person they've ever seen, a super special cultivator, and will take him in because the player is the most coveted character in the universe (apart from luo binghe, that is).

of course, before shen yuan can get very far, he ends up being transmigrated into the game as his own character. it could be way worse: he's a cultivator, peerlessly beautiful, destined to be picked up by the most prestigious sect, and has his own protagonist halo of sorts. he's honestly pretty excited about this

until he finds out that the marketing heavily downplayed the horror elements of the game.

shen yuan is calmly eating a meal in an inn of the village, waiting for the next quest point to start, when suddenly,

[ system notification ]

"you are being observed"

observation level: ???

entity classification: unknown

engagement protocol: do not acknowledge

right after, the windows go dark, not closed or shuttered, dark, as if something large has just leaned against the side of the building. no one else acknowledges this.

shen yuan shakes it off. it's just a game, it's... ambiance, that's all. build up.

he walks through the streets of the town, using his low-level talismans to try and find traces of the entity he's supposed to defeat or uncover to complete the quest. he pauses beside a broken cart, one of its wheels is half-sunk in the mud. the system pings again.

[ system notification ]

"it's behind you."

note: do not turn around.

(option to suppress message: [ ] not recommended)

the street is utterly silent. a prickle begins at the base of his skull. something is there. some deep animalistic part of him is already screaming not to look.

it disappears. he earns 5 survival points. he hopes he won't have to earn any more.

later that night, shen yuan looks for shelter, finding an old shrine visible from the road, just at the side of town. he steps inside and sees old incense sticks, some forgotten offerings. it's simple, but dry. it will do.

he crosses the threshold—

[ mission triggered ]

mission objective: hide

time limit: unknown

condition to complete: remain unnoticed

footsteps crunch in the leaves outside. every nerve in him goes rigid—not human.

too heavy. uneven. it's coming.

shen yuan ducks behind the offering table, body pressed flat against the ground. he slows his breathing, barely daring to blink. a screen in his peripheral vision blinks to life.

[ environmental mechanic activated ]

microphone mode: ON

sound detection level: HIGH

a semi-transparent sound meter appears. with every shaky breath, the bar pulses red. shen yuan clamps his hands over his mouth.

something passes, just beyond the shrine's opening. large. the system does not count down. there is no timer. the floor boards moan faintly beneath a ponderous weight, something drags across the ground.

shen yuan forces his body still, trembling so hard it hurts his teeth.

it leaves. the system congratulates him for surviving. it doesn't tell him what he just survived.

it's a relief when the head disciples of cang qiong show up, and the story delves into romantic cliches and relationship prompts. he gets to see liu qingge shirtless. shen qingqiu is typical tsundere. yue qingyuan is the soft gentle type. shang qinghua acts... off. he isn't what shen yuan thought he would be, less cunningly charming, more, well. nervous. of all the head disciples, he's the only one who actually seems like he doesn't want shen yuan to be here, always looking around.

like he knows shen yuan didn't come alone.

more instances like this occur. one moment, he's farming reputation points and relationship points with the other characters, doing quests and gathering memory fragments that will help unlock the player's backstory, the next, the system seems determined to make the game hell.

it always comes out of nowhere

[ system update ]

"warning: your heartbeat has been logged by another entity."

would you like to mute heartbeat tracking?

[ ] yes

[ ] no

[ ] it's too late.

he can never figure out what's following him, what that creature from the village is, but it's always there. no one else seems to notice, not a single talisman or ward can stop or detect it.

it comes even when he's in bed, still faintly blushing from a wife-plot equivalent where he fell from a ladder and was caught in wei qingwei's arms. he got to pet the pangolins too!

he's just about to fall asleep when the system pings:

[ mission objective: survive until dawn ]

hint: do not scream

somewhere beneath the floorboards under his bed, something begins scraping. like claws trying to memorize the layout of the house from below. shen yuan doesn't dare move. sleep never comes that night.

*

he can farm intelligence points by attending classes, and being the monster and plant nerd he is, qian cao peak is his first choice (it's either that, being beat up by bai zhan disciples that aren't even liu qingge, or running into shen qingqiu).

in the middle of a lesson on demonic poisons, the system pings quietly

[ system message ]

"one of the bodies in the infirmary is not a body"

objective: don't lose sight of it

shen yuan turns his head, slowly, to the curtained recovery beds along the wall. the curtain on the last one is slightly open.

it wasn't before.

mu qingfang continues speaking. shen yuan doesn't dare to look away.

*

one day, the thing starts to catch up

[ mission failure ]

"the sound you made has been registered"

estimated proximity: 00:00:17

do you want to run?

[ ] yes (not recommended)

[ ] no (not recommended)

*

[ emergency notice ]

"you were seen"

objective: hide

time limit: expired

success rate: 2%.

do you want to proceed?

[ ] yes

[ ] yes

*

[ achievement unlocked: it found you anyway ]

*

anyway, can you tell i had fun with the horror prompts? ^_^

i just have sooooo many ideas for the player's backstory, where it seems the character is just a blank slate for the player to project themselves onto, but there is so much more to them than you think. im also having loads of fun with the creature that follows the player around, i love making it as disturbing as possible.

mild spoiler: the creature is real and connected to the player. other characters can't detect or interact with it, but it's slowly growing stronger. shang qinghua is, of course, airplane, and as he was directly involved with the production of this game, he knew that as soon as an OC showed up, that thing wouldn't be far behind.

also, i love the idea of shang qinghua being stuck in a dating simulator as one of the options to romance. now shang qinghua has to play along with his own cringy cliche meetcutes, like showing the player around, flirting with the player, and generally playing the role of suave administrator with a dark secret (he's terrible at it). he had to do the "there's an eyelash on your cheek allow me" move on the player (shen yuan), and almost cringed out of his own skin. though, shang qinghua is the only one who can properly emphasize with the player, because he actually knows what horrid creature is stuck to him and what kind of horror scenarios the player has to go through (accidental cumplane? it's more likely than you think).

it's a bit of a mindfuck too, because shang qinghua can't tell whether the player is also a transmigrator, a puppet controlled by someone from another dimension, or a fleshed out OC of the system. he's also not allowed to ask, so it remains ambiguous. until, of course, they find out they're transmigrators and shen yuan has to deal with the fact he almost romanced airplane.

shen yuan makes a joke about defeating the creature with the power of love. shang qinghua says he wished it was that easy.

[saintormentor]

tag teamed m. s & c. s

in which . . . matt suggests a threesome with his brother chris, which made you hesitant at first. key word: at first.

content warnings . . . threesome ( zero incest. that’s disgusting. ) dizziness, oral, p in v, roughness, basically hardcore smut

matt brings it up one night, voice barely above a whisper. it’s late—way past midnight—and the sheets are tangled around your legs, his arms warm and clumsy around your waist. you’re scrolling through your phone, half-listening to him mumble, until he says it.

“would you ever… like… i don’t know. like a threesome?”

you turn your head. “with who?”

“me,” he swallows, “and chris.”

you blink. “your brother?”

“i mean—only if you wanted to! you don’t have to, like, it was just a thought i—i don’t know, i shouldn’t’ve said anything, it’s stupid—”

it takes another full week for it to become real. because matt is sweet and soft-spoken, because he second-guesses himself even while kissing your throat. but chris? chris is the opposite. cocky. unapologetic. he hears about the idea and shrugs like it’s already happening.

“you sure you can handle that, pretty girl?” he asks when matt brings it up again in front of him. you can’t tell if the question’s for you or matt.

they don’t rush. you thought it would be fast, wild, messy—but it starts gentle. because matt needs it to be. because he looks at you like you’re made of something delicate, and chris lets him take the lead even if he clearly wants to wreck you first.

you’re on the bed in matt’s room, soft light casting gold shadows over everything. matt’s mouth is warm on yours, tentative, like he’s still scared to do this wrong. chris leans against the door, arms crossed, watching like it’s a private screening.

“you okay?” matt whispers into your lips. you nod. he swallows again. “i just want you to feel good.”

his fingers are slow. familiar. they ghost over your skin like he’s mapping every breath, and when you arch into his palm, his eyes flutter shut. he doesn’t even realize chris is moving closer until you both hear his low laugh.

“you gonna keep her all night, or am i allowed to touch too?”

matt doesn’t answer. but he nods.

chris kisses you different. like he wants to leave a mark, make a memory, brand your body so you know the difference. his hands are everywhere—faster, rougher—and he doesn’t ask permission before sliding your legs apart and mouthing at the inside of your thigh.

“so fucking sweet,” he says against your skin, voice thick. “clearly you’ve got matt wrapped around your finger.”

matt’s behind you, holding your hand while chris works you open. his face is flushed pink, but his eyes never leave yours. he kisses your temple and murmurs, “tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he means it. he would stop. he would ask.

chris doesn’t stop. not unless you tell him to. and you don’t.

you’re on your hands and knees now, the room hazy with heat and sweat and low moans. chris is behind you—in you—and every stroke is deliberate, hungry. his grip on your hips is bruising, but it only fuels the slick heat building in your core. he’s got one hand tangled in your hair, the other spread across your lower back, pinning you exactly where he wants you.

“fuck, you feel insane,” chris groans, hips snapping forward, cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside you. “makes snese why matt’s always so fucking whipped for you.”

matt’s in front of you, lying back on the bed, flushed and shaky, his thighs spread. his cock is hard and twitching under your tongue, every lick making him whimper. he’s got both hands on your head but isn’t guiding—just holding, grounding himself, fingers trembling as you take him deeper.

“baby,” matt gasps, eyes locked on yours, “fuck—you’re so perfect like this—”

chris thrusts deeper at that exact second and your moan vibrates around matt’s cock. his hips jerk, and he almost pulls away, but you keep him there, hollowing your cheeks, eyes watering with the stretch. spit pools at the corner of your mouth, your throat fluttering around him.

behind you, chris gives a dark laugh. “look at her,” he mutters, voice hoarse. “messy little mouth, taking him so sweet, dripping all over my dick. you like this, huh? being used by both of us?”

you nod, choked moan muffled by matt’s cock. matt’s already close—you can feel it, the way his thighs are tense, how his fingers twitch in your hair. but he doesn’t want to finish yet. he pulls out with a gasp, breathing hard, cock flushed and wet.

“wait,” he pants. “i want—i want to be inside you too.”

you barely have time to process before chris pulls out with a filthy smack and grabs your chin, turning your face up. he kisses you hard—rough, greedy—and tastes the salt of matt’s skin on your tongue.

“switch,” he says, low.

matt kisses your cheek as he guides you down to lie on your back, whispering your name like an apology. his hand strokes between your thighs, tender where chris was rough. he lines himself up and slides into you slowly, watching every inch disappear inside. your walls clench around him, slick and overstimulated, and he groans into your neck.

“still so wet,” he breathes. “you feel even better than i remembered—”

chris kneels beside your head, cock hard and leaking. he rubs the tip across your lips, and you open for him like instinct. his voice is a low growl. “yeah… just like that.”

matt moves gently, hips rolling slow and deep, hitting that spot inside that makes your breath stutter. he keeps one hand on your breast, thumb brushing your nipple, the other gripping your thigh to keep you open. his eyes are locked on your face—watching, memorizing every twitch and gasp as chris begins to fuck your mouth.

they don’t touch each other. (‘cause that’s fucking disgusting.)

but they both fuck you.

your body is shaking. your throat full. your cunt pulsing tight around matt as his rhythm stutters. he whispers your name again, voice breaking.

“i can’t—fuck—i’m gonna come—”

you pull back from chris, gasping for air, spit stringing from your lips to the head of his cock. your nails dig into matt’s shoulders and your hips arch up, crying out as he pushes in deep one last time and spills inside you with a trembling moan.

he doesn’t pull out right away. just stays there, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.

“thank you,” he whispers. “i love you.”

chris chuckles low from beside you. “you done?” he asks matt, already fisting himself. “’cause i’m not.”

your eyes flutter open—exhausted, raw, but greedy—and chris catches your look and smirks.

“that’s what i thought.”

he flips you over like you weigh nothing, presses your face into the pillows, and fucks you so hard your voice breaks.

and still—matt stays close. holds your hand. kisses your shoulder. watches you fall apart again.

between them, you’re everything.

and you’ve never felt more wanted.

a / n . . . nothing to see here

[starlinggirll]

authors note : lost the req about reader and art outside, i changed it up a bit to fit the theme of the beach !

summary : going on a vacation with the donaldson family brought you alot of perks ; free travel, free hotel, and free sex.

tag list : @val3ntin33 @hrtshapedblg @love-ella333 @ivetteg

tw : unprotected sex, very very slight mention of ed, dirty talking, hair pulling, all the sexy stuff.

your life after that weekend with art was amazing.

each time tashi left, he sneaked into your room to fuck you passionately. you always ended up with your face buried into his chest without fail.

and god, the sex is so amazing. you never thought sex with a grown, married man would feel so good. and he never thought he could last hard that long. specially since he has a hard time getting hard for tashi.

he blames it on his lack of eating, but somehow you fixed his problem without so much as moving a finger. you simply look at him with your sweet eyes and he's hard as a rock.

and now specially with being at the beach. tashi was... he didnt know. she disappeared once again, he didnt care tho. atleast lily was knocked out asleep from running and swimming the whole morning, leaving you and him alone.

he walks out of the beach house, watching as you lay down on the sand ontop of a towel, your plump ass out for anyone to see.

you were tanning.

but god, you should of chosen a swimsuit with more coverage. despite himself, he's walking towards you. thanking the gods to have enough money for the beach house ; giving him the liberty to fuck you out in the open without anyone seeing.

he walks towards you, softly resting his hand on the nape of your neck. you flinch, but when you look at him you immediately relax. "hey." you say softly, and he simply kisses your forehead.

his hand skims down to your ass, giving it a small teasing squeeze. "you're drive me...so so crazy." he whispers quietly, tugging at your bikini bottom.

you start moving so you can see him, but he stops you. "no no, i want to take you like this." you feel him get ontop of you, you dont know when, but his cock is already rubbing against your left ass cheek. "my baby..." he whispers, almost to himself.

you love that about him, how the moment you both slept together you were his. every nickname he has called you after that night starts with "my" ; my baby, my angel, my girl.

him slapping his tip against your asscheek brings you back to reality, and you lift your hips up so you're face down ass up. he smirks. "good girl. i didnt even have to tell you what to do, you just knew." he chuckles, bringing your bikini bottom down to your ankles, his tip opening your entrance up agonizingly slow.

"this pussy is mine, isnt it?" his hand fists your hair, making your arch so your forehead was touching his jaw. "say it. i want to hear you." you're a moaning and whimpery mess by now, your eyes fluttering. "i-it's y-" "louder." he tugs at your hair to make his point clear. "my pussy is yours!" you cry out, mouth open as he slowly eases inside of you.

"damn right it is." he pushes your head down to the towel, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck while the other one grips your hips. "fuck." he starts pounding into you, "you're so tight...basically draining my cock." you moan in response, your hand gripping the towel, sand getting into your hand. "art..." you whine, meeting his hips halfway.

he immediately recognizes that whiny tone. you're the sappiest girl he has ever fucked. probably because he was your second body and you feel so incredibly safe with him. and its a bit endearing.and also boosts his ego; you need him to be happy. "i know i know."

he turns you over, laying ontop of you so you're missonary style. he smiles at the sight of you teary eyed, saliva dripping down your chin. "you're such a messy girl," he coos, his pace slowing down so it's more passionate and loving. sweet even. you whimper, and he intertwines your fingers together.

"fuck im-" he groans, his head falling down to your breasts, his hips stuttering. "art im coming!" you whine, hips buckling up. "come for me, come one baby come." and you do, and what sets him off is the face of pleasure you make.

a second later, he's pulling out of you, thick, white ropes of cum squirting on your stomach. his chest is heaving as he watches your skin glistening with his cum. he tucks his face into your neck, kissing your skin there.

"lets go inside to clean you up."

[sentientsheepdog]

My thoughts on what kind of hybrid the 141 guys would have (all more or less accidental acquisitions since none of these guys have normal or predictable schedules) Tw for sensitive topics (past neglect/ bgc suicide/trafficking)

Gaz: Grey parrot hybrid that escaped neglect and hit his window. The concussion was barely a memory by the time all their pulled feathers had grown back. He loves showing off his healthy, shiny birdie in pictures (don't you dare call the grey drab that's thinnnn ice look how shiny its basically silver arent they so pretty) and takes great pride in keeping them happy. Always smiling like the sun when he gets to go home because his birdie will tell him all about every piece of entertainment they devoured while he was gone over some fruity treat and season appropriate drink. Loves taking his bird out book shopping and to museums, Birdie needs enrichment and he needs to spend time in society. The anklet his bird wears has a tracker in it, just in case they get lost or worse.

Soap: wild Snake hybrid he kept from a worse fate by catching them before they reached his neighbours chicken coop. Hissed and struck at him all the way back to his living room until they felt the heat from the hearth and proceeded to curl up and sleep for hours. They always hang off the beams in his farmhouse whenever he gets home to 'scare' him. He plays along just to take their heating pads as 'punishment'. Wild thing can't admit they want to cuddle up. That's alright. Johnny can read his hissy housesitter like a picture book and enjoys the little game they play. He still hasn't quite managed to catch the iridescent glint of their scales in his paintings, but he's working on it every chance he gets.

Ghost: Bunny hybrid he found sitting on his cabin porch. Poor thing got lost, and was so scared it bit him when he tried to herd it inside. Couldn't find them for 3 days when he let them out of his sight for a second after cleaning the filthy stray, found them shoulder deep in the fridge at 4 in the morning with a mouth full of chocolate still in the wrapper. Frequently and fondly thinks back on the adorable growl they let out when he wrestled the plastic out of their mouth. Wouldn't admit it but has grown fond of the flighty fluffball and its tendency to nap on him. Let's him play with their soft tail like a stress ball. Drags their ears down over their eyes to initiate play since they made fun of his mask with he gesture and got chased around for it.

Price: ESA Dog hybrid he took in when the previous owner took his own life a while after being medically discharged. Takes the hybrid to base with him at every opportunity so the bored pup can make use of their training by hanging around medics and keeping everyone calm. Wanders back to his office eventually and curls up in their bed under his desk until he's ready to leave for the day. Fetches him anything and everything he asks, even the occasional water bottle and snack he didn't ask for when he's focused on work. Acts like he begrudgingly lets them sleep in his bed when they have a perfectly fine one in their room, probably couldn't sleep without them there if he was honest about it.

Nikolai: Pangolin hybrid he got as a bonus on a business deal. He was thoroughly unimpressed with the unnegotiated crate he unpacked back in the Hangar, even less so when he heard scratching from inside it. Has a starring contest with the pitch black eyes that peek out at him he loses when their dark clawed scaly hands grab onto the remaining slats and rip the crate apart. He can't bring himself to give them up to a sanctuary, so he moves them into a homestead of a safe house where they are as safe and free as can be. Visits often to keep the mute hybrid entertained and supplied with everything they can't forage, grow, or make. Is guilty of fueling up extra to watch the hybrid happily sit in the rotor wash with bristled scales. Never leaves the homestead empty-handed, Pangolin is living in abundance and always has some hand-made treats on hand to share.

[undyingdecay]

Half a request half not(???) Idk but I was so hyped when I saw that you also write for GOTG bc Starlord is my everything bro oml, he seems like such the wet and pathetic type, especially pre volume1 when he was on like, space tinder basically, he just SEEMED like the type to try and charm you only to fuck it up somewhere and fall in love after a one night stand

(tw: reader is implied to be older then peter because hes a milf hunter because i said so, sue me)

anon our wedding’s booked for october because you get it. you see the vision. you understand the loser energy that pre-vol.1 starlord radiated from every pore. the type of man who’d call himself legendary outlaw like it wasn’t the saddest thing you’d ever heard in your life. the type to strike out on space tinder, send weird half-nude holo pics with captions like u up? ;) at completely inappropriate times, and genuinely think it was charming.

and of course — of course — it happens like this

some nowhere planet whose name you never bothered to learn, overcrowded bar reeking of alien sweat and something sweetly chemical. you’re already annoyed, already clocked the age difference when he sauntered over with that cocky grin, with his 'hey, haven’t seen you around before' opener like he didn’t just say that to three different women ten minutes ago.

but there’s something about him. the kind of pathetic you can’t look away from. like a stray animal with too much bravado and not enough brain cells. and you can smell the mommy issues on him before he even opens his mouth.

he talks and talks and talks. about himself, about some planet shaped like a potato, about a song you’ve never heard of but that he swears would totally blow your mind. you can’t get a word in because he doesn’t actually want to hear you. he just wants an audience. and for some reason — probably the drink, probably boredom, probably that sad little glimmer in his eyes when he thinks you’re about to leave — you let him.

and it happens fast. sloppily. clothes half-on, half-off. he’s a little desperate, like he’s got something to prove, hands everywhere, mouth clumsy, talking too much in between like 'fuck, you’re so hot' and 'shit, im gonna marry you' and you roll your eyes so hard it hurts. you tell yourself it’s a one-time thing. a pity fuck. you’re gonna forget his name in the morning.

except you don’t.

because he doesn’t leave.

you wake up and he’s still there. half-sprawled across your chest, one arm slung heavy over your stomach, lips lazily wraped around your nipple like it’s his goddamn pacifier. and when you shift, when you try to wriggle out from under him, he hums against your skin and murmurs something about Zandar 5 being the best place for fried Neraki eggs, no really, you’d love it.

he doesn’t shut up. not even when you glare at him, not even when you tell him you’ve got somewhere to be. he just looks up at you with that stupid, boyish grin and says 'c’mon, sweetheart, don’t be like that — last night was amazing, right? we got chemistry, you and me.'

you argue. of course you argue. tell him it was a fluke, a mistake, tell him you don’t date younger guys and you especially don’t date drifters with commitment issues and delusions of grandeur. he pouts. actually pouts. big sad eyes, hair sticking up in every direction, lower lip pushed out like a kid being told no candy before dinner.

and somehow you end up back in bed.

it’s not even sex this time. just limbs tangled together, his head heavy on your chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip while he rambles about some obscure alien movie you don’t give a shit about. you try to pretend you’re annoyed. you tell yourself you’re not keeping him around because it’s kind of nice. that pathetic little whine he makes when you tug his hair, the way his eyes light up when you laugh, like it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

he promises he’ll leave tomorrow.

he doesn’t

[devswritingcornerorsmth]

Can I get like a familial or platonic headcanon with Dorian? Like yeah he’s fine but he’s also like my dad fr fr trust

you are so real for that anon congrats on such an amazing dad

i'll do both cuz its dorian and all love/like him

like always, these are my headcanons and personal thoughts! if you don't like them make your own! :D tumblr could always use more lol

Platonic Dorian/Reader Headcanons

familial at 'read more'! also more door puns sorry not sorry

= Becoming friends with Dorian was surprisingly easy, given his closed-off personality and behavior. He's a little open, making basic conversations and such, but you're the one who has to put in a little more work during the start of the friendship.

= It starts off with *very* simple hellos and hi's ending at one-word answers and responses, on his end anyway. Asking how his day was results in, again, one-word answers. But, in time, he slowly gives more information.

= Dorian is quick to realize you really do want to be friends with him and taking time out of your day, and a slot out of The Datviators proves to him that your feelings are genuine. He talks a little more when you greet him and eventually starts asking about your day or what you plan to do, depending on when you speak to him.

= After a few days, he asks you if you genuinely want to be friends with him and want to know about him. He smiles happily when you say yes and apologizes for being so closed off. Dorian admits that his past interactions with friends and lovers weren't the best, leaving him closed off and almost scared to talk about his real feelings, but you've proven to him that you can be trusted.

= You both talk about anything and everything when you can. He'll listen to your current hyperfixations or interests, asking questions about them or nodding along and listening. Dorian might not understand much if it's about an anime, TV show, movie, or something else in the latest times, but he'll try his best.

= Dorian is very smart and knows nine languages aside from English (according to his description on his page), so if you need help with history or a language class, he'll do his best. He won't give you the answers but gently lead you to them. Very patient and understanding if you get stressed or frustrated.

= He'll comfort you if he sees you feeling down, ask what's happened, and if he can help. He hates seeing his friends uncomfortable and sad. Dorian understands if you don't want to talk about it and just need someone to stay with to take your mind off things. If one of the objects in the house made you upset, he'll speak with them himself to try and work out what happened and get them to apologize for mentally hurting you. Physically is another story. If another human upset you, he may or may not let himself hit them on the way out if they ever come to visit.

= Overall, a great friend to have! Will comfort you in the worst times and celebrate with you in the best. Even when he's Realized, Dorian will try to take time to visit you now and then to make sure you're doing alright.

Familial Dorian Headcanons (Dad ver)

so i'm kinda making two here where you're an actual door like dorian and another where dorian is realized and has a kid with someone (me/j)

Door version!

= You are Dorian's only child, cut from the same piece of wood, leaving him a little (lot) protective. You are also a door, taking place in the kitchen, where a tiny Dorian should be, but he trusted you enough to get your own spot in the house after a while of preparing.

= Dorian is very hesitant once the human comes around, trying to romance everything, telling them to stay clear of you until he's figured out if the human is safe to trust or not. He tells you to stay silent and locked up, but it's your choice at the end of the day to talk with the new human.

= If you do talk with the new human, Dorian will be... disappointed but also a little proud for showing confidence and telling them they couldn't open you just yet. If you're nice, Dorian tells you to be safe and to not tell them too much about yourself.

= If you don't talk with the human, he's proud and tells you that you did a good job.

= Dorian doesn't want to smother you, but doesn't want you to make harmful mistakes like he did when he was younger. Yes, you can make mistakes, but ones that harm you would be too much for him to bear. He'd never forgive himself if you got hurt.

yea that kinda sucked sorry anyways onto the better stuff wahoo

Human version!

= Dorian never thought the day would come that he would have a child of his own, finding himself to tears as he holds you for the first time, promising himself to be the best dad and protector anyone could ask for.

= Once again, protective. Always checking in on you mentally and physically. Someone's bullying you at school? A stern talk to the parents and the principal is in order.

= He teaches you how to defend yourself both with words and fists. Dorian constantly tells you to try and use your words first and fists for last if things get ugly. If you use this to bully others or for evil, instantly grounded and disappointed; he taught you better than that.

= Onto a lighter note, he gives the best dad hugs. One arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other placed on the back of your head, holding you close to comfort if you're having a bad day.

= If you are upset, Dorian sits down with you, offering his shoulder to lean on and an ear to talk. He'll listen and try to help you through your problems, offering solutions and answers. He will stay silent and listen if that's all you need, though. Will take you out for ice cream or sit down and watch Tv/a movie/anime/whatever with you to help cheer you up.

= Dorian goes into full protective dad mode when you talk about a crush or date, asking for their phone number, address, what they look like, SSN, etc. They will have to meet him first before anything official happens. He trusts you to an extent and only wants the best for you. He immediately tells you no if it's one of the objects from the player's house.

= If you get upset over this, and if you're old enough, Dorian tells you his own experiences with love, telling you about Keith and Reggie and what they did. He tells you that he just wants you to be safe and not have your heart broken like he had at one point. It's up to you if you want to understand him or not.

= Dorian couldn't care less about the gender of your partner. He does give you *the talk* when you're old enough and explains to you the birds and the bees... and the bees and bees. And birds and birds.

= On that note, if you tell him you want to transition and go by a different name, he'll support you 100%. It might take him a minute for pronouns and the name change, but know he's trying.

= At the end of the day, he's a father who loves you very much and is happy to have you in his life.

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i was gonna put here that i was writing this at a reasonable time but i looked down and saw it was 2am lol

hope this was alright, not very good at familial/platonic so I'm sorry if i fucked it up

thank you for reading! mwah!

[couch-potato28]

GAME NIGHT WITH THE NEL TEAMS!

(a/n: credit to @hizuchigaogao on X for the gorgeous art to the right—ubers part)

BASTARD MÜNCHEN: UNO

•This was doomed from the start. anyway—

•Prepare for a loooong night ‘cause nobody is going home until Kaiser has beaten everyone at least once

•Which actually never happens ‘cause he absolutely sucks at this game, and gets destroyed within the first 10 minutes with Isagi or Hiori being either winner

•Talking about Isagi, he clearly has an advantage from all the time his family has played this game. Does NOT have mercy on anyone, and he always asks for colors that nobody has

•Hiori is probably the only one actually paying attention to whose turn it is, and he’s the one in charge of shuffling and dealing the cards. Wins half of the game without even trying

•Kiyora somehow gets himself into the top 3 EVERY. SINGLE. TIME—his competitive ass is working extra hard at manifesting the best cards. Frequently uses the reverse ones with a smirk

•Ness is only there as emotional support for Kaiser. He plays a round or two then gives up before his duty turns into trying to help the blonde win with both of them failing at every attempt. Tries to secretly make Kaiser’s cards disappear like a magician (does not work and gets banned for the next round)

•Kurona is silent while observing the chaos around him. (Isagi supporter number 2) Half of his cards have the same number while the other half basically consists of every single action card in the deck

•Raichi is STRESSED. Probably not the best suited for this game cause poor guy always gets skipped for a round or two. Tries to take a sneak peak at Gagamaru’s cards, earning himself a kick to the ribs.

•Then there’s Yukimiya who stores his pick up 4s and 2s, ALWAYS using them last minute, making everyone groan when he doesn’t let them leave the round. He’s also the one to point out if someone hasn’t said UNO during their last card in an erm actually kind of style 🤓☝️

•Kunigami did NOT want to participate in game night but was forced to cause why not? It would be fun they said—to be frank it was not, or at least for him after every time it was his turn to play, the boys would stare at him in horror like he would punch them or something—(maybe or maybe not). Great player tho thanks to his sisters :)

•Look out for Gagamaru cause he will unintentionally or not make you pick up 12 cards at once. Barely knows the rules yet he’s never the last one to lose. No clue how he does it, just be careful—

•Since when does Noel Noa know how to play card games, and why is he currently sitting in a circle of young boys, carefully calculating which one is the best to put down next? Most importantly….why is he so good at it?

•“This game is stupid.”

•“You’re stupid.”

PARIS X GEN: JENGA

•If choosing the worst game to play with Shidou and Rin had an award then Karasu would be the winner

•Okay, hear him out, he thought it was a good idea to gather a bunch of teenage boys to play together for the sake of bonding—even Loki approved :(

•THE WHOLE GAME IS A MESS

•Shidou is a menace to society, and overall to anyone who’s playing cause he will intentionally push them. NOT afraid to push a jenga block into someone’s eye—he’s also surprisingly talented at this, always waiting for (or causing) others to screw up so he can win

•All while Rin is just naturally good at this, never missing a block while he tells the pink haired to shut up, focusing on keeping the tower stable. Has enough of Shidou after the third round, and kicks the whole tower down—(kinda familiar, anyone?)

•Charles is menace number 2—basically there to witness the drama between Ryusei and Rin, happily laughing his ass off during their arguments. Once he’s locked in tho, nobody will be able to win

•You know who’s the victim of these three? My baby Nanase. He’s the one assembling the tower, helping to pick up pieces that were thrown away by anger, explaining to Zantetsu the very simple rules, and worst of all—being a victim to Shidou’s harassment simply because he tried to help the younger Itoshi out ONE TIME

•Then there’s Karasu, the megamind of all. He’s stressed, fed up, done with his life—lowkey enjoys the drama. Probably the only one with the purpose of team bonding, and actually playing. Always misses the blocks by a millimeter, and is told to shut up by everyone when he says he wants to play in teams #justiceforcrowheadedking

•Okay Zantetsu is just confused—he knows Nijiro is trying his best but wdym he can’t just take out a whole level?

•Tokimitsu is anxious to the core. Everyone is such a meanie to the other, they already made him lose for the fifth time now, simply because they’re impatient. He considers that next time he might just stay in his room, and skip game night all together. Somebody help him—

•Okay final boss Loki enters the chat—he’s the type to start from the bottom with a go big or go home mindset making the others pissed when the whole tower is standing on one singular block thanks to him :) always helps to rebuild the tower tho

FC BARCHA: TWISTER

•Hahaha…you chose the right boys for this one. A fierce competition is going on between Otoya, Bachira and surprisingly their coach, Lavinho

•The rest of the team is just there to witness who comes out as the champion of the game night

•Bachira who starts off strong, his flexibility giving him a clear advantage. Always steps onto the wrong color yet he doesn’t even break a sweat when he’s told to raise his leg into the air for MINUTES

•Ofc the yellow head is great at this but Otoya is also damn good at making sure his leg never touches certain colored dots. Tries to cheat by resting when the others are not looking—lowk somehow manages to get away with it

•Coach is still in shape as everyone chants, watching Lavinho do one-hand stands and shit as he’s clearly enjoying the game

•This trio is not joking—everyone is going strong, staying in the weirdest, most uncomfortable and physically impossible (or not) positions known to mankind

•2 rounds in and Meguru already ends up with his bottom elevated, buttocks near the face of one of his teammates—only to release a dangerously stinky gas minutes later when someone makes a joke causing the other to stay in time out for the rest of the night

•Meanwhile Otoya’s getting kinda tired from having to hold one of his arms up while standing on one leg—but he can’t disappoint his ninja ancestors so he just continues to suffer in silence

•The ones who volunteered to give up have already bought some snacks and drinks, peacefully watching the last three person struggle

•After what feels like an eternity, bee boy and green onion telepathically agreed on teaming up against their mentor, whispering that at least one of them should win against the older man who’s still isn’t tired, and is CLEARLY not going to back out any time soon

•That’s how both of them in hopes to break Lavinho’s spirit—basically start to roast him with saying things like:

•”Doesn’t your back hurt?” “How old are you again, coach?” “I think I heard a crack somewhere—“

MANSHINE CITY: JUST DANCE

•Surprised or not this was Nagi’s idea to begin with. He suggested to play a few rounds, saying how fun is the most fundamental part of getting to know each other better and��okay, actually he just wished to be excluded from program, with the attempt of distracting the others with the game

•The rules were easy: dance to a song, and whoever gets the most points earns themselves a ‘free, no training today’ ticket signed by Chris Prince himself (he didn’t know about this)

•Nagi who’s still not convinced to join but when his plan of lazing around backfires—and after 20 minutes of constant persuasion by the whole team and mostly Reo, he willingly goes first, shaking his hips to Shakira, earning those extra points to the ticket

•Reo goes second, and even though the song choices are alright and his vocals are off the chart—his dance moves are just not it. Stiff as a stick, very few points gained

•Then there’s Chigiri, silently hiding in the corner of the room before his turn, secretly praying that nobody notices him. Probably the best only one to actually slay—perhaps the battles with his sister were finally paying off

•The whole gang dances like it’s a high school party (it is) and honestly the vibes are immaculate. Some of the boys have INSANE dance moves like okay chill—

•And of course, we can’t forget the coach, the biggest supporter of the whole game night, the one and only—Chris Prince who chooses the most BORING and EMBARRASSING songs to dance to which he surprisingly nails but still—

•Chris—to everyone’s disbelief gets the highest rank, meaning he’s the winner of the free day ticket. This man legitimately uses it by not coming to teach on a random Tuesday

•Agi’s basically like a mom, telling the others to enjoy the night, and DO NOT grimace while he takes photos and videos

•”Amazing moves guys! Good job, NOW LOOK INTO THE CAMERA 👹—say cheese!”

•All in all, they have a great night—without killing each other—and some moments end up being posted on the team’s official account, going viral the next morning

UBERS: MARIO KART

•This one was also a good idea. Putting Sendou against Aryu? Not so much. Those two sudden competitive sides came out the moment the game started, and they’re out FOR BLOOD.

•Literally takes them 10 whole minutes to decide who gets the red console making the others rush them. Surprisingly good drivers, maybe keep the insults to themselves

•Sendou who in the very beginning honestly just wants to beat everyone else while Aryu is focusing on winning elegantly but when the salmon haired bumps into his car for the third time? That elegance is OUT the window. They ditch the whole play fair in the end yet none of them get to the top 3

•Aiku thought he’s gonna easily win against Niko but after the first round? He barely stays alive even though he considers himself to be quite the professional go-kart driver. The gap between their scores is huge but no worries ‘cause by the third round he kinda gets the hang of it

•Niko who collects every single power-up item on the road as he drops them on Aiku with perfect precision, slowing the older’s car down. Gets the highest scores and the team always lets him choose the racing courses #privilegesofbeingtheyoungest

•The others are utterly shocked at some people’s driving skills but the night is going smoothly with laughter at every passing moment. The way some of them are taking it so seriously? It creates a fun atmosphere, and the whole team definitely got closer to each other.

•While Barou was practically forced to play, he gives up after about 2 rounds, saying he has had enough. Road rages the whole time but eventually calms down, and suddenly he’s in charge of the snacks while shouting from the sidelines to “do better” or “use those damn items”

•You know how coaches never play? Well, they do now, cause when Snuffy and even Lorenzo decides to participate too, the game takes a BIG turn

•Lorenzo who drives like a madman, loooves the slipstreams and tries to cheat his way through the race by pushing others to the edge.

•Snuffy calmly drives without a care in the world but will let out an occasional curse when the other Italian gets ahead of him by using his items. Has the best technique at assembling his car and always changes his character

•”Stop dropping your damn banana right in front of me!”

BONUS:

•Anri and Ego will occasionally play Monopoly together while they drink wine, and trash talk about the boss of JFU

•Ego thinks he’s the master of this game but when Anri absolutely strips him off of all his properties without leaving a penny?

•He spits out his soggy ramen, and spends NIGHTS researching tactics so the next time she doesn’t humiliate him

[hoeforhockey]

Dad and Daddy. Pt.1

-S.C #87

AU: So...I'm back! um, this is quite literally going to be disgusting. So good luck. But like..the only other old man i could think of to use for this was letang..so, yea. Um basically, this is pure filth with a plot..so yea. The title ends up making sense eventually i promise. And these pics literally suck bc pintrest won't let me log in on my laptop. So.. and good god the digging I had to do for that damn picture

Warnings: none really, it’s just kinda suggestive

Did he really need to parade around your backyard with no shirt and swim trunks three sizes too small?

Apparently.

It was so wrong. So, so wrong. he was 37 and you were only freshly 22. Did i mention it was wrong? Every single day this summer your stupid dad had invited him over to parade around in all his half naked glory while you were stuck watching. Becuase he would never feel the same right? He was 37, there's no way he liked you even remotely close to the way you liked him.

While Sidney stood half underwater in the pool talking to your father, you noticed how his eyes drifted your way every few minutes. Granted most peoples wpuld given the bikini you had on was almost two sizes to small and practically squeezing your boobs right out of the fabric. But it wasn't directed at you..right? Or at leat thats what you told yourself.

It wasn't until your dad annoucned that he needed to leave to go deal with something that he finally confrimed what you thought would never happen.

He pulled himself out of the water, his arms flexing like a damn Greek god. *What you wouldn’t do to hold one..* Snap out of it. He’s your dad’s teammate.

But oh how his arms looked…

No. It’s not possible.

“You look good..” he murmured as he walked past you, sitting down in the chair next you. Well shit, maybe it is possible.

“What-?” You asked, caught of guard as you looked over at him, your eyes raking over his torso without even realizing

“You look good.” He said again, this time louder. Like he really meant it.

Oh…OH.

“Thanks..” you said as you snapped your eyes back up to face only to find them clued to your boobs. Which, in all fairness they are actually about to break your swimsuit straps, but that’s not the point. “I see the way you look at me y’know. I’m old, not blind.” He said as he looked back up at you, meeting your gaze

“I don’t look at you like anythi-“ Your tried to protest before it died in your throat, because it just wasn’t true. “Ok fine, but I see you to.”

“Good. That’s the point.” He said with the tiniest little grin

“Come here.”

“For what?”

“Just do it.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up and walking over. You stood over him, your hands on your hips

“Happy?”

He didn’t say a thing, his hands pulling yours away from your hips and pulling you down ontop of him. Your thighs were next to his ,and you were quite literally straddling him. And damn, if you were ever curious how big he was you definitely weren’t now.

“Now I am.” He said with a smirk, his hands finding their way to your highs

“Sidney wha-“ you tried to say before you were cut off by his hand squishing your cheeks together

“Quiet. I know you want it.” He murmured

He let go of your fave, his hands finding their place on your sides

“You wanna tell me why you keep staring at me like you want to eat me?”

“You walk around like that all the time. What was I supposed to do?” You exasperated, you head dropping into his shoulder

“You act like you don’t do the same thing.” He scoffed quietly

“Yea well-“ You started before he cut you off

“Nope. Don’t even. I know what you try to do.”

“it works by the way.”

He stood, his hands still under your thighs, as I he walked towards the sliding doors of the house.

“Where’s your room?” He asked as I shut the door behind him.

“Upstairs..down the hall.” You said as your hands held into his arm. This was not how you expected today to go.

Well, here it is 🤗 Im planning on making this a mini series, so we’ll see where it goes from here. Also..bear with me here, I don’t know how to write super suggestive stuff so I’m trying my best. This might suck but oh well

[wallpacapaca]

Let me start with the key players in this story:

- Ehri Mol, my main Warrior of Light. Chaotic lesbian lizard lady who abhored Ardbert until the Rak'Tika portion of the story (we will get into the shift in her opinion later).

- Odgerel Mol, Ehri's twin and also a shard of Azem. He's a scholar in Sharlayan with a focus on the study of ascians and the ancient world (tangent: my Azem, Orpheus, got twice sundered due to Trauma He Endured From His Not That Great Brother Emet-Selch Sacrificing His Wife To Summon Zodiark) (that's only really tangentially relevant but it needed said because Od is also an Azem of the Source but NOT the one that rejoined with Ardbert, that was Ehri)

- Adelram Hylfist, Ardbert's son (because I'm very self indulgent :D). I call him Ade (pronounced addy) for short and will likely do that during this cause im dumb and will forget this isn't all being screamed to my FC and is instead a public tumblr post

In this version of events, Stormblood, Shadowbringers and Endwalker all basically happen as normal with some minor additions, mostly because I have too many OCs and I want to make them all fit in. Notably, during that part of post SB when all the scions are dropping like flies, Ehri is getting super depressed about it and meets and befriends Adelram who admits he may know what's going on. This gets revealed later but Ade was brought to the Source in a similar way by Hydaelyn (he's my 1.0 WoL so that's fun) that G'raha was using to bring Ehri and the scions to the First so he has Experience with this first hand. He himself has been looking to try and get home for a while now and suspects that keeping close to Ehri may just do the trick. It does but not before he leaves her a note explaining that whole situation to her because admittedly that's confusing as hell.

Flash forward to ShB and Ehri is understandably pretty vocal constantly about her negative opinions of Ardbert given the Current Situation She Finds Herself In. Ade, who is traveling with her, understandably comes to the same conclusion he had when first getting back to the First which is "Oh shit oh no no one can find out I'm that guy's kid oh fuck oh shit". This lie ends up coming to a head during the Rak'tika section and Ade admits the truth which is what starts to turn Ehri around finally because she has been Very Antagonistic to Ardbert the entire time. She doesn't tell Ade she's been talking to his dad's ghost though. I also think it's important to note Ehri and Ade are splitting the role of "Warrior of Darkness" here with both taking in the light of the wardens so they're both getting pretty fucked up emotionally by this point due to the sheer amount of aether they've taken in.

Shadowbringers ends as normal with Ehri rejoining with Ardbert. During that fight, Ade recognizes the axe of course, and knows that his father did the right thing in the end wherever he is. He let's all the light he took in go to support the big smack to Emet (tangent: Ehri at the time didn't know it was because of Azem but she fucking hated Emet at first glance so needless to say this sequence is even more brutal in my HC than it is in the game).

Things all kind of play out the same until post EW with the exception of Ade making a pact with Titania to get the funny fae transport between worlds power so he can go help Ehri during EW so he's part pixie now don't worry about it im sure he's fine also Ehri and Odgerel weren't really on speaking terms until EW because of something that happened in ARR so now Odgerel is part of the story.

Ade is visiting the Source again during the post story and trying to help work on a way to better support travel between the worlds (hey remember when that was what Y'shtola was supposed to be doing? ... I miss Runar) and Ehri and Od are doing the Pandemonium stuff and hearing Ehri and Ade banter about Ardbert gets Od think thonking that there simply must be a way to do a mini sundering of sorts. Split up the soul a bit, ya know? The interaction goes a little:

Odgerel: Now, I may be wrong, but I'm sure I can figure out with enough time a formula to identify the aetheric qualities of each soul rejoined to yours Ehri and pick out his. At that point I would just need to pluck it from you.

Ade: Wouldn't that potentially harm her though?

Odgerel: That's true...

Ehri: OH MY GOD PLEASE GET HIM OUT OF ME HES GIVING ME STRAIGHT MAN THOUGHTS AND I DONT WANT EM I DONT CARE IF YOU MESS IT UP YOUVE GOTTA TRY

So Odgerel, also being gifted with the ability to use the Azem crystal due to being a sundered shard of my Azem, spends some time doing the smart person things and eventually comes to the conclusion that in addition to needing the crystal and his formulas someone with really strong memories of the person has to be there to draw that sundered soul out. He observed that Ardbert's soul would always be a bit easier to pick out when Ade was around. With all of this realized, he makes and attempt, and ta-da!

They do this on the First and travel isn't able to really be achieved between the worlds yet so he's just happily enjoying his retirement there with his kiddo :)

ardbert lives au enjoyers: what is your explanation for it?

[thirdwheelravi]

i always forget that eddie never really talks about buck with anyone in the show, its just such a stark contrast to how buck is always seen talking about eddie to others or bringing up eddie’s Things in front of the 118 or whatever. hopefully we will start seeing eddie talk about buck to strangers in texas (kinda like he did with marjan) :) seems like a good segue into an eventual feelings realization

right now im of the opinion (and kinda what i tried to convey in my last answer) that like. NOT showing us that is starting to have weight to it. because we have gotten so many episodes of Buck's feelings ABOUT Eddie in the last two seasons. and specifically Buck HIDING feelings from Eddie (even something as small as the way Buck's face falls--out of Eddie's line of sight--in 8x01 and 8x08). i think the last time we got similar shots from eddie was in 6b during buck's recovery arc.

and like obviously one reason is that buck and eddie are very different people. eddie keeps things, especially things that matter to him, close to the chest. buck really doesn't. another reason is that buck has an outlet or two to talk about eddie to other people (maddie is a recurring one, tommy in 704 was another, chim even was one way back in s2). Eddie...doesn't have that. who does he usually go to first with things? Buck. occasionally Bobby (sometimes only after Buck has suggested it).

but regardless of the practical reasons for it, the unevenness of this POV issue is starting to feel interesting to me. like now the possibility of getting a glimpse of how eddie thinks about/talks about Buck to other people who AREN'T buck could be revealing in a fun way.

and like to be clear what i am talking about is Eddie's PERCEPTION of his feelings. because I think the show has made Eddie's feelings about Buck pretty clear over the last 7 seasons. we just don't know if HE is like, fully aware/able to acknowledge how deep his feelings go. but the show has been very clear since at least s3 about how deep those feelings are.

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The Prefect Was Here

Synopsis: The VDC boys notice the ways in which The Prefect has left their mark.

Something Ace notices during his time staying in Ramshackle is the various out of place chairs and boxes in different rooms of the dorm. He first realized they were there because he would trip over them or stub his toe on their corners. He'd move the objects out of the way to prevent himself from injuring himself on them again, but the next day they'd be back in their spots. This little cycle of him stumbling over the objects, moving them, and then stumbling over them again the next day repeated for a while until one late evening when the pieces clicked. Ace was leaving his room to get a glass of water from the kitchen when he looked over the railing of the stairs to see you stood atop one of the particularly annoying chairs placed in the lounge. A chair he trips over almost every morning in his half-awake state placed right next to the fireplace. Watching you organize various photo albums on a shelf above the mantle, he finally understood. He stopped moving the objects that no longer seemed out of place after that. They were right where they belonged: next to tall shelves, high up windows, and the occasional rickety door you had to open by shimmying it open from the top.

You often lent Deuce your notes to copy for those class periods he just couldn't keep his eyes open: exhausted from a long night of studying. At first he didn't notice anything, too busy frantically taking notes. It wasn't until he was staying in Ramshackle and he no longer had to worry about getting your notebook to you before day's end when you'd head off to your dorm and he to his that he saw it. As he was studying your notes he saw a little doodle on the edge of the page. The doodle was of Grim stirring a cauldron while standing on a stool, his goggles falling off his head. As he continued through your notes he saw ones of Epel carving an apple, Rook shooting a bow, and Vil looking studying rehearsal footage. Flipping back through the book and starting from the beginning he noticed the doodles seemed to be telling the story of your time at NRC. Early in the book, before there were notes on classes, there were doodles of the dark mirror, Crowley, and Grim. About the time you were officially enrolled there were drawings of the great 7, Ace with a smug look on his face, and even Deuce summoning a cauldron. He's asking to borrow your notes again? You could have sworn he was awake all class period (he just wants to see any new doodles).

Kalim noticed the walls, or more specifically: what was on them. It wasn't the boarded-up holes that drew his attention, nor was it the dust that you never could seem to get rid of completely. What got Kalim's attention were the drawings. In the kitchen, in your room, and on various doors there were drawings taped to the wood. Some were colorful while other were monochrome. Big, small, detailed, simple; he loved all of them! In your room you had an entire wall covered in pieces of your art, many of said pieces being of your friends and your various adventures. Your door was basically an extension of that wall just with a prominent sign in the middle reading 'Prefect and Grim.' Grim's name seemed to be written in his own handwriting (pawwriting?) and at the bottom of the sign laid a pawprint and a handprint. The other doors that had signs were rooms like the bathroom, laundry room, and the rooms each of the boys stayed in. The first few signs were put there by yourself to help the guys more easily navigate the sometimes-confusing building while the ones on each of their doors was to make them feel like they too belonged there. The kitchen had various drawings or little doodles your friends made for you. No matter how simple or detailed the drawing, you had every single thing anyone had drawn for your here displayed on the wall. All but Grim's art. He had his own pedestal (the fridge) for that. Kalim made sure to make his fair share of contributions to your display wall.

Jamil was in charge of the kitchen during the VDC and found some things rather unusual from the moment he stepped foot in there. Nearly all of your upper shelves were completely empty and when he pulled out a drawer he assumed would be a utensil drawer all he found was towels. That would be fine on its own, but none of the drawers had utensils. The upper cabinets that did have things in them held cleaning supplies, items that are commonly agreed to go below the sink. Just when he thought he was going to have to go back to Scarabia to get any kitchenware, he checked the lower cabinets. That's where he found pots, pans, cups, plates, and any other kitchen item you'd need all organized nicely as if they weren't in the most bizarre of places. Just as he was about to resign to silently judging you for your dishware placement, Grim came up beside him and opened one of the lower cabinets to grab a cup before scampering over to a step ladder placed next to the counter so he could reach the faucet and fill his cup with water. After seeing that he supposed your placement of things made sense. And after much time cooking in your kitchen as well as having to bend down to grab items he also realized that you must be even kinder than he originally thought (or just plain stupid, but he's keeping that thought to himself).

Vil is a man of beauty. He believes in not only you as a person looking your best at all times but also making sure your surrounding look their best. He understood most of Ramshackle's 'quirks' were unfixable as things were, and you did seem to keep the place remarkably clean all things considered, but there was something that caught his scrutinous eye. Clothes hung up to dry in the laundry room and bathroom (it was too cold to dry them outside) splattered in paint and a door that had matching patterns. At one point he grew curious as to what could possibly possess a person to leave a door in such a state and decided to open it. He almost fainted when he saw inside. The walls, ceiling, floor, and any furniture unlucky enough to be in the room was covered in layers of paint. The only thing that seemed to be kept clean was the window with a view of the forest beside the dorm. He left that day deciding that how you kept that room didn't affect him. As long as your mess didn't encroach into his space he would leave you to your mayhem. However, something odd began to happen. On a day Vil felt especially stressed, he went to do his laundry. When he closed the washer door and turned it on he looked up to see a row of paint splattered clothes hung up to dry, and before he knew it he was opening the door to what he assumed to be your art studio. He closed the door gently behind him and simply stood there in the room as the evening sun cast warm rays of light in through the window. It was as he stood there that he realized just how comforting the room's atmosphere was. It was hectic with all the paint everywhere and yet calming and homely at the same time. Now whenever he got too stressed during the VDC he went to that room to simply take a moment to breathe and forget about the stresses of being perfect. To look around at the remnants of pieces you put your heart and soul in splattered across the walls: telling a story only you know but that anyone who takes the time to observe can feel. Now, he may even see your paint splattered clothes and face to be rather endearing (not that he'll admit it).

Ever the hunter of Beauty, Rook notices a lot of ways in which you leave your mark on this world. The stickers on the covers of your notebooks, the patched sewn a bit sloppily onto your clothes, and even the spots on your front doorstep that have been ever so slightly worn down from scraping off mud and/or snow every time you come inside are all glorious examples of how you make the world more beautiful by being here. However, he does have a favorite. Out of every way you show that you've been here in this world, that you existed, his favorite by far is yours and Grim's height charts lightly scratched into the wall in a corner of the kitchen in a nook between the fridge and the wall. You wouldn't see it unless you really looked, but as we all know, he looks. Seemingly etched into the wall with a fork, butterknife, or something of the sort as not to be erased or easily covered up by paint are two separate sets of dashes. One is low to the floor while the other is about where the top of your head would be were you to stand with your back to the wall. Each chart has initials below the lowest mark and each dash has a date next to it. However, what really gets Rook's heart soaring is the initials and how after the letter of each of your first names there is an R. Now, Rook knows Grim doesn't have a last name and that you haven't uttered a word about what yours is (whether it be because you forgot or just simply don't want to tell people). Overwhelmed with curiosity he hunts down the ghosts to ask them the meaning of the R to which they tell him it stands for Ramshackle. You and Grim saw each other as family and so you decided to unofficially create a last name to share. When you were unable to agree on a good one you suggested Ramshackle so as to always remember your roots in this world. Rook won't encroach on the memory by asking to put a height chart of his own next to the two of yours, but you do notice that suddenly any official paperwork you or Grim gets has 'Ramshackle' after your first names.

What Epel notices are the big tape Xs in various places within the dorm. On the stairs, on the a spot in the hallway on the 2nd floor, there're even parts of the banister wrapped in blue tape. At some point he gets curious and prods at the banister only for it to sway and nearly fall off. This catches his attention so he goes through the dorm looking for places with tape on them to see if his hypothesis was correct, and, wouldn't ya know it, it was. All the places with tape are areas that could be considered hazardous for one reason or another. At first he wonders if you were just really dumb and put tape there to try and fix it, but when he sees you avoiding the areas too he decided that's not it. Then the idea comes up that perhaps they're there for an inspector that's going to come to fix up ramshackle, but it becomes apparent that's not the case when you come back one evening: exhausted from trying to convince Crowley to do something about the water damage in the attic only to be shut down. It isn't until he sees you yank Kalim back by the collar of his shirt as he was about to step on one of the Xs that he realizes you put them there to keep people safe. Epel tried pulling up a piece of tape at one pint in his inspection to get a better idea of what was underneath it and for the life of him he couldn't get it unstuck. At least he know for sure that it will stay there for generations to come acting as a kind reminder to anyone else who ventures into the dorm to avoid those areas and keep themselves safe.

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Shen Yuan, who opens his eyes and has just transmigrated into some strange demon deep in the Endless Abyss. Well, GREAT! He's a demon, and while he's not OP, if he behaves and doesn't mess with Binghe's women, maybe they could even be traveling companions. Cool! Incredible!!

It doesn't take long for him to find Luo Binghe in the Abyss some time later. He leaves a trail of carnage... And he's speedrunning!! Ignore the wife and solo plots, just mow down monsters and charge forward! He's awesome!

Shen Yuan tries to avoid the red flags that the stallion protagonist isn't, well, forming a harem. Maybe he would form later, when he had more power!! He's not exactly sure in which narrative arc are.

However, his days of watching Luo Binghe through the shadows are soon over. Luo Binghe catches him!! He has obviously noticed Shen Yuan following him. What does he want? Is he looking for him to kill him?

Shen Yuan ducks out a bit, but ultimately decides to impart his honed Abyss 101 knowledge from months of Wiki editing. He disguises himself as a demon who has been searching for a way out of the Abyss, and he knows that he can only do so with Xin Mo, but he knows he doesn't have enough power to wield it. So, he will tell Luo Binghe where the portal-opening sword is, if he allows him to travel by his side and accompany him when he leaves!!

... It's very easy to become travel companions after that.

Luo Binghe is suspicious (of course he would be!! After all, who wouldn't be?!) but he's nice when he's not on his monster-killing rampage. Shen Yuan kills minor monsters, but in reality, he might be getting into more trouble than he should... spiritual flora, ancient artifacts! Luo Binghe should collect them and become more stronger with them! Shen Yuan rambles a lot: he talks about flora, beasts, monsters, demonic history, he throws out fact after fact of PIDW backstories that never got fleshed out from the old demonic civilizations, banished kingdoms, people literally turned into black jade statues...

Luo Binghe seems to find it irritating that he's talking at first, but actually... It's like he can't stop looking at him afterward. Shen Yuan guesses that he must be considering getting rid of him, sometimes: Luo Binghe looks at him with an expression of dismay and doubt. It's like he's searching for something in him. Like he sees something familiar, but Shen Yuan finds it ridiculous. Bah!! As if there's something familiar about him to some random NPC in the world!

One day, after several weeks of traveling, Luo Binghe asks him: "Little Demon. Do you have a name?" And it's not like Shen Yuan has introduced himself, but he considers saying "Shen Yuan" to him not to be wrong.

After that, Luo Binghe... gets worse? He also becomes a little more talkative, which is good, they can have conversations. Shen Yuan enjoys learning little things about his favorite character: how he likes tea, what he misses most is not water or clean clothes but being able to cook with spices, his favorite food, his mother's favorite recipe, about his life on Qing Jing Peak...

That's when everything goes to hell.

A kind Shen Qingqiu? What the fuck? Luo Binghe speaks about his Shizun with more passion than he has spoken about Ning Yingying or any other person or thing. That he had had this horrible qi deviation, but right after, he had been so kind, giving him medicine, a new cultivation manual, fair training, even letting him live in the bamboo house! For the past few years, Shen Qingqiu had practically spoiled him: the best missions, all the running of the Peak, he was basically the head disciple in all but name.

That Luo Binghe had fallen in love with him. Deeply, devastatingly. And Shen Qingqiu had pushed him into the Abyss when his heritage was revealed. However, Luo Binghe will not doubt! He will leave the Abyss, return to his Shizun, and show him that his heritage does not determine who he is. He will become a righteous cultivator and will have his respect to reach his heart.

OOC! So OOC! What the fuck!? Where was the scum villain!? Why is Luo Binghe gay now!? What weird fanfic did he end up in!? Actually, Shen Yuan supposes, well. That means at least he wouldn't destroy Cang Qiong and all that. Wow. Dramatic but calm ending. A better world!! And worse for him, being a demon. Maybe Could he find a way to disguise himself as a human? He believes he has already won Luo Binghe's friendship and sympathy. Maybe he'll even help him to disguise.

Revelations are a rare thing, but Shen Yuan guesses, it's okay. They continue their travel, collecting flowers along the way (for real, not meimeis) who improve the cultivation, and occasionally fight for their lives. Shen Yuan has defended himself very well with his claws so far, but Luo Binghe teaches him how to use a sword, and it's nice to have one.

Shen Yuan has drawn a map, more or less: it is the path that must be taken to reach Xin Mo. He knows that some of those places will be more difficult than others; he explains to Binghe many times that collecting things to strengthen him is necessary: it's a waste of time for him to meet with his Shizun now, but he'll be grateful! He'll need to get strong fast!

Shen Yuan shamelessly takes advantage of all his knowledge of the plot: he teaches Luo Binghe everything he knows, all the weaknesses of the beasts, all the strengths of certain flowers or roots. However, the more Shen Yuan teaches him over the weeks of their travel together, the more Luo Binghe seems... weirder. If he looked at him too much before, now it's incredibly worse. Sometimes he even asks extremely specific questions and seems frustrated when Shen Yuan doesn't answer exactly as he expects. Once, even, when they are crossing some paths surrounded by magma and the heat is suffocating, Binghe improvises a folded fan of leaves for him, and he seems clearly aggrieved when Shen Yuan's first instinct is to fan Binghe!

Luo Binghe is a frustrating little creature who seems to be testing him. Constantly. Shen Yuan assumes it's normal, but still!! He thought he had the protagonist's confidence!! Something seems to sparkle in his eyes when Shen Yuan stops halfway to explore a forest of giant mushrooms and talks at length about the properties and, above all, about the mole-squirrels who get high off their asses biting mushrooms, and he even seems fucking frustrated when he offers some weird herbal blend similar to a bitter tea and Shen Yuan accepts it just out of politeness because it tastes awful. It's like they're running in circles!!

Still, they continue on their way.

There is still a large stretch of the map to go, which Shen Yuan translates into a few more months of travel, when they are cornered by some beasts. They're horrible, disgusting spider-beetles the size of a fucking elephant; it's an unfair fight, seven against two, and even with their swords the bugs are fast, their legs sharp, and Shen Yuan is too exhausted after hours of only being able to defeat two of them.

Luo Binghe fights majestically, but even so, there is one thing Luo Binghe cannot fight: being outnumbered. And when Shen Yuan sees the giant insect's attack at Binghe, his only instinct is to get in the way.

The insect's leg pierces through him. It doesn't quite touch Binghe, but Shen Yuan isn't even aware of the pain from the way his nerves have been ripped apart. He's stunned, disoriented, and only a moment later Luo Binghe enters that desperate berserk mode that the protagonist only got once every two hundred chapters. The horrible insects fall, and Shen Yuan doesn't even know why he's still alive.

He supposes that dying while Binghe is fighting is a bit anticlimactic. He's in a pool of his own blood and he's sure that not even the blood parasites will be able to regenerate any of it. He's dying, he knows it, and from the way Binghe drops to his knees beside him after defeating the insects and holds him, Binghe knows it too.

"It's okay," Shen Yuan manages to speak, weakly patting Binghe's face, "follow the map, leave the Abyss and meet your Shizun. I bet you'll scare him to death, but hey. You're a great boy. A very good one. Show him there's no one better than you for him."

Luo Binghe holds him. Shen Yuan is aware that there were blood parasites in his food months ago, but oh well. Nothing can be done now. It's too much.

Actually, he wants to say something else, something other than a pathetic goodbye talking about how the ex-stallion protagonist should go after his Shizun's bone, but while he recognizes that he is dying (he already died once, damn it, he recognizes death) a blue screen flashes in his head.

[ Recalculating data... Correcting recipient... Downloading files... Importing... ]

[ Bugs fixed! ]

[ Returning the Host to his main user... ]

At the exact moment Shen Yuan dies, Shen Qingqiu wakes up in Qian Cao with a gasp, suddenly touching his chest where a second ago he had felt a hole that pierced him from side to side. His head hurts, his muscles burn, and someone definitely screams in surprise because a bunch of disciples call out to Mu Qingfang and, damn, it's fucking chaos.

He's apparently been in a coma for the past eighteen long months since the Immortal Alliance Conference. A qi deviation? No one knew. It was as if he were just asleep, but nothing woke him. His vital signs were normal, low, but active. Except for Without-a-cure, there was nothing else in his spiritual veins, and Without-a-cure could not cause his current state.

Now, with a huge headache, Shen Qingqiu remembers. He remembers not only the last year and a half with Binghe in the Abyss, but his last years as Shen Qingqiu. And he remembers that, just after of pushing into the Abyss, the fucking System COLLAPSED! Damn SHITTY AI! And Shen Qingqiu believed that he was really going to deport him back to his body even if he pushed Binghe into the Abyss! ... But he hadn't. Just to a random demon's body until the system repaired itself.

The story he tells to Mu Qingfang about the qi deviation after Binghe was swallowed by the Abyss is as good as any. So, Mu Qingfang finally lets him rest until he recovers, and Shen Qingqiu accepts it.

During the Abyss, he had been... Free, somehow. He had no memory of being Shen Qingqiu, and he hadn't had to pretend to be anyone else. It had been the greatest freedom he had had since he arrived. Fuck, he has a lot to think about. How, above all, what the hell he's going to do now that, damn it, he knows Luo Binghe has somehow fallen in love with him. Fuck.

... Well, at least the other transmigrant on the scene will surely have something to say. Eighteen months in a coma! Ha! Shang Qinghua wouldn't even know what hit him.

[heartyluv]

Note: Sylus is just the fluffiest man ever. He deserves all the love in the world and I shall be first in line to give it. ♡︎

Creds to @/strangergraphics & @/omi-resources for the banners.

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Protective!Sylus/Reader Headcanons

♱ Sylus is so protective over you in a way that you thought only existed in all the movies you’ve watched and books you’ve read.

♱ It’s not overwhelming in the sense that it’s too much or suffocating. It’s overwhelming because you never thought someone could ever love you so much that your entire existence is what completes theirs.

♱ Sylus hesitated to tell you how important you were to him. He had difficulty accepting it himself when he came to the realization that you were his endgame, because loving someone meant vulnerability—even weakness.

♱ I feel like the moment he realized you meant the world to him was when he saw how seamlessly you mended into his life and daily routine without judgment. I’m still imagining him as the leader of Onychinus, so he’s still that feared arms dealer that everyone whispers about.

♱ I don’t believe he hid anything from you. He laid everything out on the table. For one, it’s because he doesn’t lie to people and two, putting everything out there left no room for you to find something to leave him for later. Sylus doesn’t necessarily have a fear of being abandoned, but he views it as an expectation. If you knew what and who he was from the beginning, he knew it wouldn’t be long for you to be solidified in whatever decision you choose.

♱ But when you stayed, when you held him and told him that there was nothing unlovable or unworthy about him, you were stuck with the man for life.

♱ “I’ll never disappoint you. Everything I do from this point forward will always and only be done with your wellbeing at the forefront of importance. Thank you for choosing me.”

♱ He definitely has a tracker on you, at least two. One in your phone and another in a necklace he gave you (you still don’t know about that one).

♱ He proposed the idea of you moving in with him a few weeks after you officially became a couple. While every part of you wanted to say yes, you had to be realistic. The relationship was just starting to get serious, but Sylus had already started moving you in without you being aware.

♱ I’m talking he buys an exact replica of your wardrobe, shoes, jewelry and extras. He’s got at least double of your favorite body wash, perfume, lotion, and hair products. Basically, all the things that make your house a home, he brought it to his place. All your books, records, and movie collections are in his home and if they’re classics, he tries to find original copies just because he loves to make you happy.

♱ “When you tell me that you are ready, there’s no need to wait so that you can gather your things. I have everything you need and more, ready for you to come home. Just like me, it’ll be waiting.”

♱ Sylus became so protective of you because you were the only thing in his life that seemed real. He did nothing, as he says, “to earn you love”, but Sylus being who he is, is what won you over completely. You didn’t question him when things felt a little concerning or judge him when it got scary. You stuck by his side, praised him, believed in him, trusted him. You loved him, something he thought he’d never experience.

♱ He appointed a personal driver and bodyguard(s) to you whenever he’s unable to be around you and they’re what he deems the best available. But if he finds better, he’ll replace them without any issue.

♱ He threatens them for sure LOL. I don’t think he’s light about it either. Like he’s gruesome and detailed about what he’ll do to them should they fail in keeping a smile on your face and your safety secured.

♱ And he goes to you for daily reports. You think it’s the cutest thing despite him being so serious.

♱ “Should you have any concerns or complaints about who I’ve assigned to you, bring it to me directly, sweetie. I’ll handle it.”

♱ He buys you everything. He wants you to feel secure in every aspect within his control. Keeping you happy is what keeps him happy because for him, you’re all that matters. So emotionally, physically, mentally, financially and whatever other -lly there is, he’s going to make sure you have the best because it’s what you deserve.

♱ You bring up a gaming system? He’ll buy it. You bring up a hobby you’re thinking about getting into? He’ll have nothing but the best supplies delivered to you. You want a baby? He’s more than willing to start the family he’s been ready to give you since you first time you told him you loved him.

♱ He has hurt people when it came to you. You don’t know this, but times when someone has called you out of your name or disrespected you and you told him about it, he didn’t go as far as to off them, but he made them feel what will happen should they or anyone else dares to ever try it again.

♱ “Your first mistake was believing you had the privilege to be in her presence. Your second and final one was disrespecting her and thinking there’d be no consequence.”

♱ Sylus loves your skin. HEAR ME OUT!!

♱ You’re just so soft, you always smell so good, and he lovessss to feel you. The man is addicted to rubbing you, licking you, touching you, anything he can do to be close to you because unfortunately, living in your skin just isn’t gonna happen. Like he’s addicted to you and only you get to see how serious he is about it.

♱ He hates seeing you cry, especially if it’s about something he can’t directly handle.

♱ “Tell me how to make it better, kitten. Nothing is unreachable when I’m here to correct it. Talk to me.”

♱ Basically, you’re like porcelain to him. By no means does he think you’re weak or that you need saving. But because you let him be your shield, because you allow him to be the one to protect you from all the dangers and the harshness of the world, he doesn’t take that responsibility lightly.

♱ You are his happiness. You are his reason.

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TSAU Season 2 Finale - Part 2

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So Leo and Raph portal to Big Mama's hotel, Raph isn't very enthusiastic about making a deal with Big Mama considering Draxum has always warned them of how dangerous she can be, but it's not like they have a lot of better options. So while Raph is contemplating how to get BM's help without completely screwing themselves over, Leo immedietly jumps in as soon as they meet her and suggests that Raph can fight in the Battle Nexus in exchange for her help! Without consulting Raph about any of this first! Uh oh! So needless to say, Raph starts freaking out a little bit about this, which is made even worse when Leo just decides to reveal that the both of them were made from Lou Jitsu's DNA! UH OH!!

So the reason why Draxum has always tried keeping his sons away from Big Mama is because just them being genetically modified super soldiers already makes it more likely that BM would wanna kidnap them and force them to become gladiators in her Battle Nexus. This possibility doubles triples quadruples if she were to ever find out that they're more or less biologically speaking Lou Jitsu's kids. Not to mention she might wanna take revenge on Draxum for stealing Lou Jitsu from her. All of this is to say, Draxum has always made it very clear to his sons that this is something they need to keep hidden from her. It's a big secret. A big secret that Leo just revealed to Big Mama. The one thing Draxum told them not to do? Yeah Leo just did it. What the fuck.

Listen, Leo's inital offer of having Raph fight in the Nexus wasn't quite enough to get Big Mama to agree to the deal, she needed an extra push, so Leo took a calculated risk and revealed their secret origins. From here on out it plays out basically like in canon, with Raph freaking out the entire time. They both get Lou Jitsu outfits cuz Raph is basically being marketed as "Lou Jitsu Jr". Then when the battle begins Leo also gets yeeted into the arena, it's revealed that he actually planned this entire thing, him and Raph defeat the enemies and Raph is confronted witht he fact that Leo may or may not be a tactical genius???

No one ever really realized just how strategic Leo can be, including Leo! Granted, he can also be very impulsive and reckless at times so it's not entirely their fault no one ever realized Leo's full potential. That being said, he can clearly be real clever with coming up with strategies and plans when he puts his mind to it, he just outsmarted BIG MAMA! No one outsmarts Big Mama! Raph had already started to learn that maybe he should trust Leo a bit more than he usually does when he found out that Leo was right about the whole Dark Armour thing, but this moment right here really cements it for him. But with this little side-quest over and done with, it's time to head back to Donnie, April, Splinter and Shelldon.

So what have they been up to this entire time? Well, again it's rather similar to in canon, they've just been fighting Shredder the entire time lol, April gets to kick ass using a crane! Mikey doesn't get to yeet that big boat this time tough :( since he's not even here. What does still happen is that Donnie almost gets his fucking shell ripped to pieces by Shredder (he's called that for a reason ig). Donnie's battle shell in the AU already isn't really armour and it leaves half of his shell exposed, and he's not even weaing it right now! THANKFULLY he has gotten good enough at using his Ninpō at this point so that he can use that to shield himself, cuz otherwise LEMME TELL YA he'd be fucking DEAD.

Finally they end up that alleyway where Donnie have managed to calculate that Shredder is supposed to appear in. That's when Leo and Raph return with the mystic collar they got from Big Mama, again the rest basically plays out like in canon, Shredder shows up and they manage to get the collar on him and he's finally defeated, yay! Big Mama shows up, sends him to some magic prison dimension and I'm sure this is definitely not gonna become a problem later on, yay again!

With that entire distaster prevented, everyone is now tired as fuck so it's time to go home. With all the drama going on in the Draxum family at the moment, Splinter suggest that Leo and Raph should stay at his and Donnie's home, if only for a few days if they don't feel comfortable going back to Draxum. Leo and Raph decline though since they feel a responsibility to make sure that Draxum and Mikey are doing okay, especially since The Hidden City authorites may or may not come after them now that all their crimes have been exposed. But Leo and Donnie promise to meet up again soon now that they're officially BROS!

Aaaand that's the TSAU season 1 finale! A lot of stuff is gonna go down in season 2, like all the Draxum family drama, Mikey's angsty teen arc, Shredder coming back and causing problems, Mikey maybe getting a cat, Donnie properly bonding with at least some of his brothers, and finding out wherever Casey disappeared to! So yeah, stay tuned for that!

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