#everything is gonna turn out okay even if I have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it

[the-mjolnir-owner]

[wuntrum]

pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it

[lovebugism]

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜“i cant live without you” “don’t die on me, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet” “i lied i never hated you”

eddie x reader enemies to lovers 🥹🥹

pls enjoy this absolute heartache of a fic :D — you and eddie hate each other until he almost dies (angst, enemies to lovers, cw for mentions of gore, 1.1k)

“Wanna make out?” Eddie had asked you, some hours ago now, when you first arrived at the Upside Down version of Skull Rock. You’d just narrowly survived a gang of demobats, and the stale air smelled distinctly of copper pennies. He managed a smug smile anyway. “I mean, we might as well. Looks like we’re gonna die out here, anyway.”

You scoffed and rolled your tired eyes. The annoyance you felt for him then momentarily distracted you from the fear swirling in the pit of your stomach. “I’d rather,” you’d quipped.

You feel a little like you’ve prophesized something now.

Eddie bleeds out in your arms with a hundred little bites on his stomach that were supposed to be yours. He’d distracted the circling demobats when you twisted your ankle, too hurt to run away. And now he’s dying. And it’s all your goddamn fault.

You sit with him while Dustin rushes into the Creel House, in search of help from the older crew. You watch him attentively over your shoulder until he disappears behind the rotted front door. When you turn back to Eddie, you find his eyes have fluttered shut.

“Eddie—” you call for him, clearing your throat when it comes out garbled. “Eddie! Hey!”

“Hm…” he hums tiredly in response, eyes still shut.

You sigh with the subtle relief that he’s not dead. The breath catches in your chest. You try to fight away the panic attack clawing behind your ribcage, even though it makes everything around you seem more and more distant. You try to stay as present as you can despite the horrors swimming all around you — for Eddie The Freak Munson.

“You have to stay awake,” you tell him, voice thick with emotion. “Open your eyes.”

“I’m just… I feel a little tired right now,” he mumbles, slurring slightly. 

Your chest wrenches. He’s getting paler and paler by the minute. The tourniquet you made from the bottom half of your shirt is now soaked with deep red blood. Panic burns a wildfire in your chest because you’ve done everything you could think to do. 

You can’t lose him. That’s all you’re telling yourself now. You can’t lose him, you can’t lose him, you can’t lose him.

“I don’t care. Keep your eyes open, alright?”  Your heart wrenches again, with something short of hope this time, when Eddie’s eyes flutter open. They’re glassy and dilated, but the deep chocolate of them hasn’t changed. You muster a small smile. “There you go, Eds. There you go— Now, just keep talking to me, okay? Keep talking.”

“I’m tired,” he mutters under his breath, too weak to do anything more.

Your face screws together as you choke back a sob. You swallow down every instinct to cry. You’ll cry when this is over, you tell yourself, when Eddie’s safe and back in Hawkins.

“I know, Eddie. I know,” you babble through stinging tears. “But you gotta— you gotta keep talking, alright? It’ll help you stay awake. And I need you to… I need you to stay awake for me, okay?”

He nods. At least, you think he’s nodding, because the movement is terribly faint. 

His eyes fall shut again. You feel the loss of his melted chocolate gaze like a stab in the chest. Your hand grips his jaw, a little less than gentle.

“Eddie,” you bite through gritted teeth.

“Mm…”

“If you die, I swear to god, I will fucking kill you.”

The familiarity of your aggression reminds him of home. He opens his eyes and cracks a small, barely-there smile. Blood glistens on his mouth. “I thought you hated me?” he slurs in an inaudible mumble.

“I do,” you tell him without thinking twice, laughing through the sob in your throat. “But I’ll love the shit outta you if we make it out of here together.”

Together, you say, because either both of you make it out or neither of you do. 

His grin widens softly, chapped and lopsided. “Metal,” he murmurs.

A whimper sounds in your throat when his eyes flutter shut again. “Eddie…”

“‘M sorry, sweetheart,” he whispers, breathing sharply through his nose. 

It’s getting harder and harder for him to breathe. You can tell by the harsh rise and fall of his chest. There’s little oxygen getting to his brain, accompanied by the weeping bites on his stomach— where the fuck is Dustin Henderson?

“I don’t know if I…. If I’m gonna make it outta here, babe…”

Your chest tightens. He only ever called you babe to piss you off. You wonder if he’s still being the annoying asshole you knew back home or if the term of endearment is too engrained in his head.

“Don’t say that.”

“If I don’t—”

“Eddie.”

“If I don’t make it out,” he repeats, sterner this time. He drags a sharp breath in and opens his eyes, just barely. “I want you to know that I never… I never hated you… ‘M just a liar… And a total fucking coward…”

“You can make it up to me when we get back home, okay? You just gotta stay awake.”

His lip quirks into a faint, crooked smile. “I’ve been dyin’ to kiss you since ninth grade… Did you know that?”

“I know,” you nod with an emotional laugh.

“I did make it kinda obvious, didn’t I?”

“You can kiss me when you get better. I swear.”

Eddie nods. You feel him grow heavier and heavier in your arms. His smug smile starts to fade, and you panic. “Eddie? Eddie, don’t— don’t die on me, okay? Please. We haven’t— We haven’t gotten to the good part yet, asshole. You have to stay awake.”

You shift him in your arms, trying to sit him up more when he slumps. He does little to fight you. He doesn’t have the strength to anymore.

“‘M sorry, babe,” you hear him whisper.

“No— No, don’t— Don’t fucking say that,” you scold bitterly, less angry at him and more at the rest of the world. It should’ve been you lying here, after all, not him. You’d trade places in a heartbeat if you could. “You can’t die, you asshole! How am I supposed to— fucking— keep going without you annoying the living shit outta me?”

“Henderson’ll annoy you for the both of us,” he manages to joke as life spills from the weeping wounds on his stomach.

“Fuck that. It’s not the same— I need you, Eddie. I need you, okay? I can’t— I can’t fucking live without you,” you cry over his pale, bloodied body.

You hear yelling and a set of rushed footsteps. “Eddie!” Dustin calls as he dashes down the decrepit porch steps of the old home — with Steve, Nancy, and Robin following close behind.

The sight of them makes you sigh. Your chest starts to sparkle with a hope you’d thought you lost — damn near aching when Eddie’s glassy eyes flutter open once more. 

The fucker grins weakly up at you. “I knew you had a crush on me, babe.”

[k-hotchoisan]

Omg I need to see 24. Cowgirl with Yunho

And if there is a video with it 👀👀

23. Cowgirl with Yunho or Cowgirl with Wooyoung

Awww I wish I did have a video but I don’t ~ but point still stands, save a horse, ride a cowboy (yunho)

Heheh enjoy!

Genres/Warnings: smut, Drabble, riding, cream pies, unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, bulge kink

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3

K’s 500 this or that masterlist here!

You came up with the idea of riding him, and the idea was brought up so casually, as if you were talking about what you had for lunch the day before, because Yunho had food go down the wrong pipe when he heard it. You blinked at him, confused at his confusion. Yunho is a pretty sizable male, and riding him was something you always wanted to try, and mostly because Yunho has never initiated you to ride him.

“Are you sure about that? I really don’t want to hurt you”, Yunho double confirms as he downs a glass of water. You nod. If missionary already had you clawing the sheets and screaming, just fucking imagine how riding him would be like. But of course, you would never say that to your partner.

Yunho rests his head against the pillows that press against the headboard, both hands flat by his sides. He doesn’t really know where to put them. You told him to just relax, but obviously it was a sentiment to yourself. He‘s rock hard and you’re soaking wet, and the both of you naked, might as well go all out. He’s groaning when you’re sucking him off, your doe eyes sending him into a spiral when his cock disappears in your mouth. You pull off when you see him grip the sheets.

“You can grab my hair you know”, you say before engulfing his cock whole again, and Yunho’s pretty hands immediately tangle with your hair, tugging gently as he tries to catch his breath.

“Shit, that’s so fucking good”, Yunho grunts, pushing your head down deeper as his cock hits the back of your throat. He twitches in you and give his cock a couple of bobs before you completely pull out, and Yunho releases your hair as he attempts to catch his breath. You’re slightly more comforted that he’s more lubed up at least. Yunho had fucked you with his fingers before you had him tugging your hair from the blowjob—another comfort.

You don’t know why you’re nervous now that you’re staring right into Yunho’s eyes as you climb onto him to straddle his lap. His hands are on your face, both thumbs stroking your cheeks. “We’ll take it slow okay?” He reminds you and you bite your lip as you nod.

Fuck’s sake, his cock is fucking huge now that you’re just looking down at it comparing to your pussy.

But at the same time, the thought of it just splitting you open just gradually turns your brain into mush.

You squat over his cock, as you slowly push in his tip in, feeling the pressure, yet at the same time, the more you take his cock in, the more fucking amazing it feels—the way your walls are hugging his cock snug and tight.

You look up at him, and your heart pounds even more—Yunho’s half lidded, panting slightly more, his core is tightening as well as his grip on your hips. For a moment, you worry that he’s suddenly faint.

“Are you okay babe? Should I stop?” You ask, with his cock half way in.

Yunho shakes his head immediately, as if desperate. “Fuck, don’t you fucking stop. Please.”

Ah, you get it now. And so you sink in deeper, and he gets even thicker. Your hands claw Yunho’s shoulder the moment his big cock is fully in you, and you gasp.

It’s taking Yunho everything he has not to just fucking cum in you—you’re so tight and warm around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, Yunho curses, his head sinking into the pillows. His cock is pretty much bulging when he’s inside of you and you’re biting back a cry from how filled you feel. He’s so fucking big. For a moment, the both of you stay still, the only thing you hear are pants from the both of you—well mostly Yunho trying to control his breathing.

“I’m gonna move now”, you try your best to voice out, and Yunho’s grip on your thighs loosen, and he nods through half-lidded eyes.

You begin to grind your hips, and soft moans escape your lips whenever you feel Yunho’s cockhead drag along your walls. Yunho’s breath is ragged, but his hands still finds yours on his shoulder and he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“You’re taking all of me in you so well,” he sighs, kissing the back of your hand. “You feel so fucking amazing, babe.”

Soon enough, you’re lifting your hips and bouncing off his cock, your moans straight up turning into screams from the way Yunho’s impaling you. Yunho places your hands on his shoulders while his own slides down to your hips.

“So deep”, you sigh as you bite your lip, feeling the way his cockhead presses onto your cervix every time he drives his cock right into you. Yunho cups your face and pulls you in gently to plant kisses along your jaw as his hips thrust into you, and fireworks begin to burst behind your eyelids. Euphoria is beginning flood your senses as your abdomen tightens.

Yunho feels the way you’re starting to flutter around his cock, so he keeps up the pace, his eyes darting at the way his cock is pushing a bulge when you’re fully seated on him.

Your fingers are leaving scratches on his shoulders. Yunho strokes your sides, shutting his eyes to fight off the urge to just fucking breed you, and he coaxes you in the softest tone,

“Are you gonna cum for me? Cum for me, baby. It feels so good, right?”

And you snap, your orgasm hitting you in waves as your thighs shake violently, your walls squeezing Yunho’s dick as he holds your legs down, making sure you cum on every inch of his cock.

Your eyes roll back and cries pour out of you as you lean forward with your arms wrapped around his neck. Yunho kisses your ear as he strokes your hair from behind, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, encouraging you to release all over his cock.

“Fuck, yes, yes. So fucking good. Oh my god, fuck”, are the words that only leave your lips before Yunho begins lifting you ass up again to fuck you from below and your mind is completely broken from the overstimulation.

Soon, Yunho is groaning and panting himself, desperate to chase his orgasm and he’s slightly more aggressive—biting and licking up your neck while desperately rutting into you until a cry escapes him as he stills in you.

“Cumming babe. Oh fuck”, he sighs, letting his release spurt your walls as his dick twitches after each load.

The both of you stay in that position for awhile before you pull away, taking Yunho’s face into your hands and giving him a peck on his nose, which he returns with a full on kiss.

“I think this might be my favourite position”

[incorrectfmaquotes]

Ed: pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it

[astr0exe]

tysm! i cant wait for part two, can i suggest maybe price gets busy with work and (R) gets pouty n bratty and tries to make price jelly??? maybe end in with spanking and rough fucking maybe some dumbification????? but only if you want to! keep up the good work ☺️

ooooo bratty reader is my thing i got youuuu !! didnt include the jealous part cause i ended up in a worm hole BUT hope you enjoy !!

part.1 here !!

part.2 of stepdad price !!

tw : tm!reader, rough play, creampie, stepdad!price, brat reader, degradation

Stepdad Price with a bratty stepson. whos prodding him and poking him, whining in his ear huffing, you just want your daddy’s attention! its not your fault you’re so needy today:(

He groans as I sling your arms around his broad shoulders, losing all the patience he has always prided himself for having, the pen in his hold trembling with frustration, he can only hold on so long.

The light kisses I’m peppering on his temple and neck are the final straw as I keep whining about wanting his attention. His glare hardens on me, annoyed by my constant whining and pawing.

When his face turns to mine, I know I’m in for it. He hasn’t even said anything and yet my legs are trembling, from excitement, arousal at the thought of pissing him off.

“Okay lovie.. if you wan’a act like a whore who never gets dick I’ll treat you like one..” he growls through gritted teeth, before clashing our mouths together, no softness is held between us, only frustration and need. His teeth biting harshly into my lower lip, making me gasp from the sharp pain. I whine a quiet “daddy..” into his mouth, his tongue licking over my wounded lips.

I feel his hand reach round to the nape of my neck moving me rapidly to pin my head against his mahogany desk, my hips hitting the edge as he roughly shoves down my pants, he is huffing and groaning in my ear keeping my head down with his large hand. His other moves down from my hip to my arse, “You are going to take everything I give you like the whore you’re acting like, you get that boy?” he groans in my ear.

I barely have time to take in his words before his fingers are making purchase on my arse cheeks, pulling and gripping tightly. A resounding smack fills the air as a hand print starts to show on my arse, the sound of my shout fills the air, my fingers gripping the edge of his desk as tears brim in my eyes from the pain.

He scoffs, taking his thick dick out his pants as he smacks me again, mumbling in my ear “why have you been such a brat today baby boy? just be good for daddy..” before slapping the tip of his cock against my soaked pussy, making a wet sound. The sound makes him laugh, gripping my hair and pulling my head back “fuckk you’re so so wet for me, such a good boy finally gonna get what you want after whining and begging for it all day..”

Before I can make a bratty remark which is just begging to claw out my throat but before I can say anything he thrusts into my cunt, all the way in, a scream gets pushed out my mouth along with all the air that was in my lungs, his large dick feeling like its hitting into my womb as he starts thrusting, giving me no time to adjust as his grip on my hair tightens making me arch my back more, my hips hitting the edge of his desk painfully as i moan and whimper.

His deep groans and words making me clench tightly as he slaps my arse again and again until he hears my loud sobs, with my tears streaming down my face wetting his desk as his hips ruthlessly hit against mine, I cry and beg for him to slow down but it all comes out as nonsensical sentences, I’m completely fucked out, not even able to say anything other than “daddy” which i am screaming.

Price is moaning in my ear, biting my neck and shoulders as he pounds into me, putting one of his hands over my mouth despite us being home alone, he slowly pulls out just to flip me back around, grab my face, squish my cheeks together making my mouth open as his dick enters me again roughly, his spit entering my mouth at the same time, i moan loudly swallowing his spit with a shuddering sigh, my moans gain volume as my eyes roll back and my legs tremble.

Price knows the signs of me getting close and smirks, his hips stuttering as I cum, clenching around him even tighter making him groan loudly. He manages to hold off his orgasm to fuck me through mine. I can’t even focus my eyes on him as he slaps my face and laughs when I moan and clench due to the slap, his hand wraps around my throat as he groans, cumming deep inside me, filling me up as I whine at the feeling

[danwhobrowses]

So a thing happened on Critical Role this week (campaign 3 ep 91), we're gonna talk about it - a long talk - so if you haven't been caught up and don't wanna be spoiled don't keep reading okay?

One of the disadvantages of being in a different time zone is that after fretting all morning, going to work, thinking 'it's 7am maybe it's done now' I had to sit in my office for a stressful final half hour murmuring don't do this don't fucking do this don't you dare fucking do this!

I already was worried for everyone given the cliffhanger last episode, and the 5 hour length made me further worried as players kept being knocked down by Otohan Thull - already frightening in base form but now with an even higher AC and empowered. Then Sam Riegel had to do what he does best, a devastating sacrifice where FCG blows himself up to take down Otohan - Ludinus' No. 2, harrowed for being proficient in slaughter, defeated by no assassin or warrior but a cleric saving their friends. We've been well past 'get off the moon' hours with this one, but now there is an impact on every one of the Hells to think about, which is what this will be about.

FCG Though he is dead there is still stuff to talk about with FCG's death. A common debate right now is the potential of the Reincarnate spell; while the wording of the death implies that FCG's current body is irreparable there is a chance that a 5th Level Druid Spell can fashion him a new body, one of flesh, bone and tongue. The body itself needs to be dead for less than 10 days so there is wiggle room to gain the necessary components too if the top brass of Exandria turn it into a fetch quest. There is argument on both sides though; if FCG comes back does it undermine his sacrifice? Perhaps, but there's no incentive for the Hells to not try. Reincarnation hasn't quite happened in Critical Role yet - Since Molly/Lucien/Kingsley was kinda different, he kinda had the opposite, different mind same body - so it'd be a refreshing new option and also a way to redesign FCG without having to create a whole new cleric (because they definitely need a cleric) with a whole new skillset that the Hells will need to warm towards before the final battle. But at the same time, the soul has to be willing. FCG was content with his sacrifice, and in the arms of the Changebringer would he go back? I'd like to hope so if it's an option, it'd also entertain a whole new character arc for him as a 'real boy' - plus Matt and Sam don't have to fully abide to the D100 rule of what race he turns into. Of course, I like this angle more than needing a new character, because I like happy endings and it makes narrative sense that the Hells would claw and bite to pull him from that sweet goodnight. It would also validate a reason for the Hells to align with the gods, because if divine favour comes into play and the Gods decide against helping Bell's Hells' greatest advocate for saving them then they are foolishly and callously forsaking key players to their survival, FCG reincarnating with the help of the Gods would play a big part in the Hells standing with them rather than losing faith in them, and even with friction between the Titans & Temults and the Gods from the past they would have a common enemy. Still living or dying can have varying effects on the other characters.

Ashton From the moment Ashton met FCG they wanted to make sure this little bot would be okay, that they'd learn to value their life and be able to thrive. While part of that did happen, Ashton is likely going to feel like nothing's changed since Bassuras; knocked out by Otohan and when awakened a friend is dead, another person they couldn't protect.

Before the shard, I think Ashton would very easily fly off the handle, in their anger they'd blame everything including themselves and maybe even consider leaving themselves, it probably have made them more self-destructive too. Now though I'm not so sure, nobody would hold it against them to waver a little on their promise to take care of themselves in a burst of grief, this was after all their best friend someone they looked after like a little brother, and while I can see Ashton quietly and angrily grieving I can also see Ashton double down on trying to keep their promise, making sure that FCG didn't go out like a martyr and that it won't be in vain. FCG reincarnating would assist in Ashton's character drive too, since I feel like they would detest any replacement cleric because it's not FCG, they may also be less abrasive towards the gods if they came through for them and proved that they care - at least to the Changebringer, think they'd still throw copper at the Dawnfather given the whole Angel incident.

Imogen As the nominated leader of Bell's Hells, many will probably look to Imogen Temult for action, the problem is she has her own mother issues to deal with too - and I'm not entirely sold that Liliana has fully made a turn just yet, only that she won't hand over the Hells to Ludinus. FCG's death is gonna produce a lot of guilt from Imogen though, she was detesting the fact that she had to play dead at 1HP while Otohan cut down her friends again, she will likely blame her inaction which in turn may push her to be more aggressive in combat.

At the same time, I can see her being one of the more gung ho characters to push towards the Reincarnate option, perhaps even going as far as to accost or lambast anyone regardless of alliances or rank who she feels isn't as committed. Imogen has been in the position of loss before, and knowing that FCG had a connection with FRIDA she would likely compel herself to fix it rather than have to deliver the bad news. Regardless of whether he reincarnates though I feel like Imogen may look towards some more defensive spells, and maybe through Liliana try to tap into the powers of an Exalted to try and match the power she saw from Otohan, a risky endeavour for sure but FCG took an even greater risk for them.

Orym Orym is probably the toughest of the Hells to read when it comes to FCG's death. There will of course be a deep sadness at the loss of a friend, but I would also sense a...not bitterness but discontent that this is how it went down. Otohan killed his family, he kept fighting her until he could no longer stand because that's what they would've done, and now she's dead but it doesn't make it better, he wasn't the one to do it, he didn't even see it, and the one who did is gone with her. When Bor'dor was killed, Orym coldly reminded himself that 'we're at war', but I don't think he can justify that way with FCG, the loss was greater than the catharsis.

The death also has to turn attention to his deal with Nanna Mori. Many have pointed out that there is a lot of technicalities that may prolong, void or complete the deal; it was never specified how many times the Hells could return from the moon to continue the deal, but at the same time they did technically return from the moon to Exandria safe and sound via the Secret Backdoor. Still, Mori is his best friend's grandmother, there could be leeway on that matter too and even if he does have to commit to the deal (which I call 'Fatekeeper Orym') it's never been explicitly said that Orym needs to constantly attend to Mori in the Feywild, only that he has to be her caretaker and answer her beck and call. However, FCG's death will likely provide a sobering thought that his deal with Mori was perhaps voided, unless there is one more thread he can have her pull. When it comes to seeking options to bring a friend back, I would keep a close eye on Orym - it's not the first time Liam's resolved himself to be damned before.

Fearne Fearne will likely be a linchpin if the Hells seek out Reincarnate. The spell is exclusive to Druids and if Keyleth isn't on hand to do it the task and pressure will fall to her. It'll be interesting how she reacts, I don't wanna say she'll be the most positive of it because she'll certainly be upset, but I can see her being optimistic even if it's to also convince herself, the one who is most encouraging to find a way. As a shipper I of course want her to be the one who comforts and gets through to Ashton while they grieve but if she also is key to his reincarnation that also adds to their slow-burn. Outside of that, FCG's death may also lead into learning about Mori's deal with Orym, which will probably anger her that Orym kept it from her, there is also the fact that having FCG's life in her hands may bring back bad memories of Bassuras and Whitestone. One must also especially worry about her Asmodeus calling card, the Prince of Lies does nothing for free and I still feel like Klask was planted in her path by Asmodeus' (and maybe even Athion's) titan-seeking design.

If FCG does reincarnate though, I could see her friendship with FCG being even greater than it was, since they'll both feel a greater zeal for life - it may also make her feel further distant from her Evil vision, since she will have saved half her friends rather than risked killing them. If not though, Fearne may have to play mediator for the new cleric and may also be pushed towards freeing up more slots for healing to provide more support for the Hells in future battles.

Chetney It's gonna be an interesting one for Chetney too, from one perspective you could see him thinking that FCG traded their life for his; he died, he made peace with that, but then the one who revived him died. Chetney's more personal mindset has often been cloaked in secrecy, perhaps as one of the least open of the Hells despite many claiming him as the Heart of the group, so I wonder if Chetney may harbour some Survivor's Guilt for what happened.

I can see Chetney being the one to keep his emotions close to his chest, even if FCG were to reincarnate he would perhaps try to shrug off that he always knew it'd happen anyway. That being said someone who remains stoic and unwavering may prove a positive or a negative to the group, depending on the person or their interpretation of it. If a new cleric comes along though I could see him being additionally protective of them, having been the new guy before.

Laudna We should all be worried for Laudna right now. The recent 4SD already revealed that Laudna's 'close to the brink' and I'm pretty sure this is the brink. The aftermath of the Otohan fight will likely push each of the Hells to get stronger, since had they hit harder or been able to take stronger blows it wouldn't have come to this, but that will mean bad things when it comes to Laudna, as she may seek to gain power the only way she thinks she can - through Delilah. After all her last two levels went to Sorcery and did little in the fight, whereas her Warlock class Eldritch Blasts hurt Otohan fairly decently, such a thing can linger in the mind for Delilah to manipulate.

It'll be telling if they do try to Reincarnate him whether the damage will have been done already to Laudna, and that the joy of bringing him back turns to tragedy of Laudna losing herself further, as it often does it will fall to how she leans on Imogen, and how open about it she'll be to her. If FCG is lost however, we may have to keep a very close eye on Laudna being next.

Bell's Hells As I mentioned with Laudna, FCG's death will have made something apparent and clear; despite everything Bell's Hells need to get stronger. Even at Lv13, even with Exalted powers, Fey bargains and Titan shards they still just barely escaped a TPK, and granted they were weakened and worn out but no fight is guaranteed to ever be fought at 100%. Otohan may've been the toughest General of the Vanguard but the other Generals - the Weavemind, Zathuda and the Dominon of Cruft Commander - are still not ones to take lightly, Ludinus is still not one to take lightly, and if Liliana is going to be used by him to become a vessel for Predathos, that cannot be taken lightly. Bell's Hells may need to look towards enhancing their stats as well as their equipment, the harness is still a factor too which can boost them all with enough enchanted items at their disposal. An interesting one would be if Otohan's backpack ends up in one of the Hells' hands; many beforehand have talked about Orym being an Echo Knight but I would personally like to see Ashton take it, since it is powered by the Potion of Possibility like their own Dunamancy powers, it's possible (eheh) that they may align in some manner and could you imagine Ashton + 3 Echoes all raging to get All 4 Dunamancies? Otohan's swords may also provide unique properties for Chetney and/or Orym to use. Reincarnation or not I feel like that may be the Hells' next plan once it's discussed whether to attempt Reincarnation and they're off of Ruidus, gathering allies will likely also be something to prepare for for the final battle given how Otohan stated that they have 'enough Ruidusborns' for their plan. As a group it is difficult to tell if this will strengthen or weaken them, it could strengthen them in a 'never again' way like the Nein, but they were also very enthusiastic about bringing Molly back - it drove them through several arcs - FCG however often was the Hells' beacon of hope and the self-imposed attempted therapist, without that the Hells will either have to put it upon themselves to go the extra lengths or they'll close further in on themselves. If FCG does reincarnate I feel like it would definitely strengthen them mentally but if not I am not so sure.

It shouldn't come to a surprise that I will hold onto the Reincarnate potential so that the Hells can get back their friend, but rest assured I'm worried for all of them right now, there are crossroads ahead.

[pedrito-friskito]

Hi! I loved Fire and Whiskey and the dynamic set up there. Could I request a bodyguard!Joel x reader? Pretty please?

hi nonnie!!! oh thank you 🥺 fire and whiskey is one of my personal favourites too tbh, and I already know Joel Miller is gonna be one of my favourite pedro characters!

thank you for the request! hope you enjoy 🥰

sleepover saturday

expectations

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It was only supposed to be a job.

That was it. An assignment. Get you from point A to point B, alive and intact, get the payout, go back to Boston. Easy. Uncomplicated. No strings attached.

He hadn’t expected you.

When Tess had first described you, he had been expecting someone meek and soft-spoken. Someone who would do as she was told and stay behind him. He certainly wasn’t expecting you, a full foot shorter than him and full of fire that seemed to burn icy hot. The mouth on you alone was enough to give Joel a run for his money.

The first stretch of the trip is hell. Absolute hell. It seems like every building you pass is crawling with clickers, the streets filled with runners. You have to go the long way around more than once, and all it does it set Joel’s teeth on edge.

At first, he can’t wait to get you where you’re going. He doesn’t ask questions, he shuts you down when you try to ask him anything. He doesn’t what to know you; he can’t know you. So he doesn’t let himself.

But then everything changes.

He can’t put his finger on it exactly, when the walls start to fall. One night, you’re curled up at the fire together, Joel taking the first watch, the pair of you sharing a blanket to stave off the chill. You’re asleep, turned away from him, curled up like a question mark, hands fisted under your chin. He finds himself watching you, leaning on his elbow, the shotgun pressed against his back.

You make a tiny noise as you roll over, and Joel stares down at you, watching your face to see if you’re awake or not. Your eyes don’t open, though your lashes flutter with dreams. After a moment, your hand flashes out, fisting in the fabric of his flannel, the buttons pressed between your knuckles. Joel flinches, hunching forward, still waiting your face as your brow pinches, lips pursed as you shuffle yourself closer to him, like you’re seeking out his body heat.

Then he hears it.

“Joel.”

That’s it, just his name, but it sounds like something else. Something he hasn’t heard in a long time.

Something like desire.

He doesn’t say anything, not when you wake the next morning with your head buried in his chest, his arm around your waist. He doesn’t mention that you said his name in your sleep; he can just imagine the way you’d stammer and protest if he even suggested it, and that’s enough.

It’s just a job, he reminds himself. But it’s half-hearted.

Another stretch of the journey, and you’re getting antsy. Things are getting more and more dangerous, it feels, and he’s glad he didn’t have to teach you to shoot; you’re a natural.

The runner comes out of nowhere, grabbing Joel by the backpack and flinging him to the floor. He goes down hard, body slamming into the pavement, before it’s on him. Clawing and shrieking, shredding the shoulder of his shirt, pushing him down so hard he can already feel the road-rash on his back.

The gunshot echoed through his ears, through the street, making birds explode from the tree line. The runner topples over, a mess of blood and gore, and Joel shoves the thing sideways, giving himself a quick once over as he gets to his feet. No bites, he’s clean.

“Are you all right?” you nearly scream, sprinting towards him, still holding the shotgun with both hands. You swing it over your shoulder as you get close, instantly reaching for him. You take his jaw in your hand, turning his head back and forth, looking him over. “Did it get you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, girlie,” he grumbles, grabbing your wrists, peeling your hands off of him. But he doesn’t let go of you. “Nice shooting.”

You grab at his shoulder, inspecting the shredded piece of his shirt, and then move around him, brushing the gravel from his back. It makes him wince. “We should find a place to lay low for the night,” you tell him. “I need to look at your back.”

It’s easy enough to find a place, blockading the door a few floors up in one of the apartments. By some miracle, there’s a can of peaches hiding in one of the kitchen cabinets, and you nearly cry with happiness when Joel cracks it open with his knife. You share the fruit standing at the counter, both of you sloppy with your bites, juice running down your chins. You catch sight of each other, cheeks crammed like a chipmunk, syrup on your lips, and you both just start laughing.

Once the laughter has subsided, you order him to sit and unbutton his shirt. It hurts like hell as you peel it of him, fishing some antiseptic out of one of the first aid kits. “Shit, you really hit the ground hard,” you murmur, and pull a seat up behind him. “This might not feel great.”

“Get it done, girlie,” he tells you, and reaches for the flash he’d stowed in his bag. “I’ll be fine.”

You’re gentle as all hell, and Joel has to stifle the way it lights a fire in his chest. You keep one hand on his good shoulder the whole time, your grip soft but secure. It makes him feel grounded.

You clean the worst of it once you’ve cleaned all the gravel from his skin. Joel grits his teeth, and you murmur apologies, rubbing at his shoulder as you do it.

And then, “I’m done,” you say softly, and Joel turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. “You’ll live.”

He smirks, and reaches up, covering your hand still on his shoulder. He squeezes your fingers and sees something flicker in your expression. Then you reach out with your other hand, brushing the hair from the back of his neck, and lean in, kissing the top notch of his spine, your mouth warm and soft. It sends a chill down his spine.

But the next day, it’s like nothing happened. You’re quiet, which is strange enough, and you keep your distance, a good five feet between you at almost all times. He thinks about making a joke — does he smell, or something? — but he doesn’t think it would land. So he sinks back into the silence; he’s used to it. Yes, the slight warble in your voice had made something spark in his chest, and the soft kiss to his spine had made his whole body feel like it could combust at any given moment, but he had to ignore it.

It’s just a job.

When you finally get where you’re going, you’re welcomed with open arms. They even take Joel in for the night, offering him supplies for the trip back to Boston. He doesn’t plan to stay long, deciding to leave first thing in the morning, rechecking his bags when there’s a knock at the door.

He’s not expecting you to be standing on the other side, but he’s learned well enough that you are not what he expected. He has to step back as you step into the room, closing the door behind you and leaning up against it.

“You need something, girlie?” he asks, quietly cursing himself for the nickname. It just slipped out.

“I don’t want you to go,” you say, and Joel balks.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to go,” you repeat, your voice more sure.

Joel barks a laugh, but instantly regrets the sound at the way your face falls. “We both know that’s not something I can do.”

“Why not?” you ask, and there’s a crack in your voice, something like the warble he had heard when you tended to his back. “Why can’t you stay with me?” You pause, staring down at your hands, fingers now knotted together. “Be with me.”

Joel shakes his head, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. For a moment, he can feel the ghost of the kiss you’d offered. “You don’t want me, girlie. I’m no good for you.”

You scoff, almost rolling your eyes. There you are, his spitfire girl. His. He pushes the thought aside. “Why on earth would you say that?”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “I got…baggage.”

You actually laugh this time. “Don’t we all?”

He starts to protest, but you reach out, curling your fingers in his flannel like you had that night in your sleep. You haul him close, and he lets you, planting one hand on the door beside your head, the other hovering around your waist, not quite sure where to land first.

“Stay with me,” you say again, and he’s so close his chest is pressed to yours now. He can feel you breathing. “Be with me. Please.”

“Girlie…”

“We don’t have to stay here,” you say, and the tip of your nose drags against his, your breath warm on his mouth. “We could go back to Boston, if that’s what you want. I don’t care.”

“After I just got you here all safe and sound?” he quips, giving you half a grin. “Dunno about that.”

“I don’t care,” you say again, and you take his face in your hands, fingers diving into his hair, swiping along the planes of his face. “I don’t care where we go.”

“G—”

His protest is lost to your mouth. You kiss him hard, rough, all teeth and tongue, making that spark he’d felt turn to a damn forest fire in one fell swoop. He gives just as good as you do, sliding both arms around you, crushing you against him. You’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, and he’s hooked on your immediately, pulling you closer. You groan into his voice, and he sinks his teeth into your lower lip, reaching down to grip your thighs, lifting you up and against him. Your legs lock around his waist, boots hooked against his lower back, and he presses you against the door, your shoulders pressed to the wood.

“I want you,” you breathe out, combing your fingers through his hair. Joel grunts, peeling you off the door again, carrying you through the room, laying you back on the bed.

It’s fast. It’s pawing at clothes, hands tracing scars, mouth meeting and parting and meeting again. You’re just undressed enough for him to move down your body, tasting your sweetness at the source, revelling in the moans he pulls from your lips. You don’t let him down there long however; it’s only a moment before you’re pulling his mouth back to yours, tasting yourself on his lips. He sinks his weight of you a moment later, bites back his own groan as you slide your hand into his boxers.

But he can’t keep quiet when he pushes inside you. It makes his eyes roll back, his forehead dropping against your collar as he moves over you, gripping your thigh as he starts to thrust. You pull him close as he rolls his hips into yours, lifting yourself to meet him.

“Please don’t go,” you breathe out as he drags his mouth along your neck. “Please, Joel.”

He nods against you, grunting as he feels you clench down on him. “I’m here, girlie,” he rasps out. “I’m here. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Something in the way you hold him close makes him think you’ll hold him to it.

He hopes you do.

[chuuyascumsock]

Helloooo

That rat reaction pic was both adorable and had me laughing my ass offf(my sense of humor is lowkey highkey kinda broken so apologies 😭)

ALSO

ME??? A MONSTERFUCKER??????HUH?? THAT SOUNDS DEPLORABLE! But youre right so anyway- (kinda actually saw a monsterfucker bingo and did it{yknow just for funsies and shi} and like i ticked off 10 of the 24 boxes? i mean i think thats enough to qualify??? Right??)

okie soo umm i kinda waited too long to type out the thoughts and they um *disssipated* so immm kinda gonna string together the crumbs i still remember🥲

(Also like to clarify when i say werewolf,i kinda mean like the something between like that one halloween official art and atsushi when he’s in his weretiger form?)

Imagine werewolf chuuya who just cant keep his hands off you when he’s in heat,he just NEEDS you,CARNALLY

While you’re cooking dinner he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you,nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck,lightly nibbling on your skin and just slightly grinding his crotch into your ass.

After a while you can feel his hard on and how hes desperately trying to hold himself back.

so you do the only sensible thing you can think of~

You turn around and kiss him~

You have no idea how it escalated from a passionate kiss to this,but now he has you bent over the kitchen island,your underwear discarded and forgotten while he frees his hard cock from his now-tight pants.he coats his dick in lube and precum before he thrusts into your rear,(although he’d love to go right at it,he knows your only human and would never want to hurt you) going at an inhuman speed and illicitting the most lewd little sounds for you~

His claws sinking into your hips to hold you in one place,all the while he’s letting out breathy “good girl/boy” and “that’s it take it hnghh you take me so good doll” s as he ruts into your ass.as he feels his climax nearing he goes harder and deeper his throbbing cock continuously hitting your g-spot causing you you whine and moan out loud,all which makes him go harder,the feeling of your tight little hole driving him over the edge and when he finally comes its thick sticky and he doesn’t let a single drop seep out.he continues rutting into you,fuckin his come back into you while keeping you locked in a mating press.after around two to three more rounds(now having moved to the bedroom) he slows down and makes sure your okay.he loves to see the fucked out look on your face as he cleans you up and as he sees your silly little hole white and glazy with his come he has to resist the urge to plug you up and let you stay that way until your next session,but if youve previously said your okay with it he’s definitely gonna do it-

Once your tucked in all nice clean (and *cough*plugged up) he gets into bed as well spooning you and lightly licking the bites and hickey now covering your neck and collarbone.

(I wanna add some more but i think this is already long enough.i hope this makes sense and sounds coherent at least,i think i got a little lost in the sauce🥲)

Also yess i saw that voyeurism tag👀👀👀 (got me wet just thinking about it🫣)

Ooh and also of smut,fluff,angst and crack,What’s your favorite??

And bestie(am i allowed to call you that?) im like 99.99% your irl personality is just as great as your online one🙄🤚

That isnt debatable btw🫶

I speak facts not fiction 😌

Well except for the smut,that’s fictional-

ACTUALLY NO FRICK IT THATS FACTS TOO!🙌

And to end this silly,goofy and unreasonably long ask id just like to wish you a lovely day/afternoon/evening/night filled with snackies,dopamine-inducing events and a lot of,as you said, H2hoe!

Stay safe and slay safe😌💅🏻

(Help its 4.50 am😭🥲)

-🧀

YOU DID, YOU DID GET LOST IN THE SAUCE, YOU WERE DROWNING IN IT 😭 BUT IT WAS GOOD SAUCE, DELICIOUS SAUCE EVEN. (Fr made me choke on my mango and everything while reading).

Glad you specified that you didn’t mean Chuuya like full furry mode or that would’ve been awky 💀

Literally Chuuya— but THAT WAS SO GOOD ACTUALLY. I can’t believe you wrote almost a full smutshot in my inbox, you should rlly write this down and post your own smut LMAO.

I forgot to add something to my Detective Chuuya summary, but it’s ok, I fixed it 🤭

My favorite genre is crack, I feel like I write top tier crack ngl, my Ai chats also look insane with all the silly stuff I do with the characters (literally mostly Dazai bc I kin him so doing platonically silly shit w/ him is my comfort).

AND YES YOU CAN CALL ME BESTIE— I feel like we’re definitely past that 😈 But I will have to deny my irl personality being just as good as my online one because I am socially inept 🥰

ALSO GET SOME SLEEP BESTIE CAUSE THAT’S SUPER IMPORTANT (I’m a hypocrite). BUT EAT A GOOD BREAKFAST AND FUCK UP THOSE CLASSES 💪😼

[thegamingcatmom]

I have naughty ideas but I need to know how we feel about overstimulation and bitting lol

Hey m0m!

...Or can I just-

Like, I have this very strong urge rn to just-

(fondly) Hey gay!

(I just had to I´m sorry, do tell me if that crosses the line for ya pls. 🙈)

Aight ahem, back to business.

Oh my, these are some naughty questions indeed. 😈

(Naughty ideas are what I´m HERE for so pls DO lemme know them all.)

Now, as far as biting is concerned I think we ALL know the answer to that. It's part of who Maggot Momma is, it's in her very (feral) nature. I mean, there IS a difference between biting someone´s eyeball out or bite someone to, yknow, try and get them going even if it does the exact opposite because someone thinks they might get eaten alive any moment now and they´re being so dramatic-

Okay so, biting can imply many things when it comes to Maggot Momma. For one, I like to imagine it´s a form of communication for her - the way she expresses herself. Just like wolves do that air bite thing to assert dominance - it basically says don't test me (and yes, that´s defo what happened in my pee-post, did you spot it? 😈) - or the chittering of teeth when she´s excited in a very special way.

But those teeth aren´t just biting air...no. They´re the perfect tool - a weapon she´s gonna use on anything that moves and once she´s got them hooked there´s no escape. When she gives chase she gives her all and goes after them with everything she got, with ANY part of her body. That´s what she lives for after all, it´s what she´s made for.

...Except when it comes to a certain someone.

And I think this is what you truly wanna know, ain´t it? 😏

Okay so - yes, defo. It comes just as natural to her as biting someone´s eyeball out - someone that is not her precious Drama Queen ofc. Not them, never them but anyone else can just rot in hell-

So, when it comes to a certain someone those teeth turn from a deadly weapon to a slightly less deadly weapon - all for her paramour - and she just can´t help it, there´s always this urge to bite down on something, anything - to mark what´s hers.

Listen, she uses her teeth to get them going. To set the mood. To stimulate. To hold them in place because they can be such a slippery little thing-

And, sometimes - depending on the mood she´s in - she also likes to use them to see that flicker of fear (it´s a flame tbh) appear in their eyes because that´s what gets her going, no matter the soft spot she has for that certain someone.

So, I guess you could say what she MEANS to do is get her darling Drama Queen ready and willing...but, well-

OH but also, I´ve been thinking about whether or not Maggot Momma can choose to "turn" someone or if they gonna turn no matter what. Both theories have their appeal because if she was able to choose to turn someone that would mean she simply decides not to. As in, there must actually be something about that certain someone.

But I think I prefer the second one because can you imagine the restraint it takes her to not just clamp those teeth down in the heat of the moment? To not just squeeze that throat a tad bit too tight and accidently break skin with those claws? It´d be so easy, like muscle twitching. That´s yet another thing I like to focus on in my posts because, while she does have some human tendencies left in her, I´d say about 80% is all instincts and urges and the line between excitement and killer-mode is very, very thin indeed.

And just ALSNFSALDNFSALLKASDNF is there ANYTHING sexier than evil ancient entities with the power and strength to obliterate armies...but showing actual restraint when it comes to their chosen one? And seeing them actually struggling quite a bit to do so??

(That´s a rhetorical question ofc, cmon.)

Aight so, that leaves only one question...does Momma do overstimulation? Is her deceased, rotten brain even capable of fully grasping the concept of it?

Hmm, that´s a tough one actually. I think the rational part of her brain (burried very deep down) that´s responsible for anything related to human behavior/interaction does understand the meaning of it. Like, when it comes to overstimulation there´s pretty much two possible outcomes: showing mercy because the poor thing or going even harder because the poor thing. I think we all know which outcome is more likely with Maggot Momma. 😏

Now, seeing as her behaviour depends more on stimuli than rational thought I think the main part of her brain - the feral part - doesn´t necessarily view it as "overstimulation". It´s more like she reacts instinctively to what she sees. If she sees someone other than her precious Drama Queen absolutely legging it, running for their life, it´s like instant killer-mode, farewell, game-over.

When it comes to a certain someone however it´s like a song´s playing on loop, like a mantra of-

Her demonic brain switches into another gear entirely, all her focus is on them, them, them like tunnel vision and everything she does is with a clear intent, serves a sole purpose: smother them, get them going, crawl into them so they can be one now and forever, make them hers because it´s meant to be they exist for HER only-

So really, I think Maggot Momma is the definition of overstimulation and she doesn´t even realize it because it´s normal for her because why shouldn´t it be when it´s so obvious to whom they belong she has every right-

Actually, I think my pee-post is a pretty good example of what overstimulation might look like when it comes to Maggot Momma. Like, as soon as her deceased brain registered there´s a reaction from a certain someone she was a goner (even more than usual), driven by instinct, hell-bent on scratching that itch no matter what-

And no matter that all a certain someone wanted was to take that fucking pi-

So really, it´s not about overstimulation with Maggot Momma. It´s simply what instinct tells her, it´s her duty and she takes that duty very seriously indeed no mercy-

...But tbh, even if it WAS about overstimulation I don´t think it would make much of a difference to Momma. Needs must when the devil drives, after all...

Thanks a lot for that delicious ask. I hope I did it justice. 🥰🤭

[feelo-fick]

Scarab & Prismo & Snufkin & Muddler for the character bingo!

(doesn’t have to be all of these of course. But can be)

I NEED TO KILL SCARAB. ITS A NEED. I NEED HIS BLOOD (<- will weep at any angst including him). HES EVEYTHING HES HORRIBLE HES A WRETCHED THING I HATE HIM HES THE WORST I WILL KISS HIM. AUGH. what the hell.

anyways i find him relatable.. something something vulnerability hard and shit yada yada but ALSO i make weird squawking/squeaky noises when im annoyed and i like to imagine he does that with the chirping... its funny

ALSO THE FANDOM KEEPS MAKING HIM SUFFER AND I LOVE IT AND WANT MORE BUT ALSO OW FUCK THAT HURTS WHY OW OW OW everything about his - concerning - respect (kneel for your life.) for authority (he was only following orders.) and isolation (he was never invited to those parties.) from the rest of. well everyone (he doesnt need them. he enjoys being alone. he doesnt need anyone else. he doesnt want it, he doesnt want it, he promises he doesnt.) is just SO. augh.

and the self sabotaging aspect of it. no one will love you, youve accepted that, so you stop sanding down your teeth. you bite and claw at any attempt to soothe your aches and stroke your spikes down, theyre only trying to find a soft spot near your belly.

your worst fears come true. youll never let it happen again. youll stand straight, youll make yourself seem bigger to scare off anyone who tries to come close to you. which leads to anyone who couldve helped you being dissuaded and backing off. serves them right, you never needed fixing. you never needed anyone. ...the clycle begins again. it aches. why? it shouldnt. that isnt allowed.

they should stop that, stop poking at the weak spots. it hurts to feel. you KNOW its to help. you dont want to be helped. stop it, stop. everyones going to know. they cant know it aches. theyll use it against you. keep kneeling, head lower, arch your back. maybe theyll be amused enough to give you mercy.

...cough. well anyways. im gonna stop here before this turns into a full on character analysis and MOVE ON TO THE NEXT ONEEEE WOO

(youll start to notice a pattern that i express love for characters by wishing to kill them cough)

ANYWAYS MY SECOND HUSBAAND WHOM I WANT DEAD . hes. hes so. i cant.

i honestly love his aesthetic i dont know why. the tv/light/dream shit has a lot of potential methinks. i love the thought of a job swap au where prismo uses light/tech as a way to interact with the world while still being stuck somewhere else... and also the visual funkiness of him being projected onto many many tv screens brings me joy. i want that gender...

also. in general i love it when gods are depicted ss being really mortal-like... like, youre a cosmic being with power and omnipotence over the multiverses you watch over, and yet. you like sandwiches and pools and games and hanging out wih friends and its just. on every level but literal you are mortal and alive and wholly r e a l. but youre not. youre a dream, a projection, youre not even in the dimensions of the people you (love) watch. youre an outsider and its very clear. youre THIS CLOSE to being just like them. but youre not. and you never will be.

youre admired by those who are like you, but you dont really care for it. but those who you do care about either dont see you as anything more than a tool to manipulate the multiverse or see you as too grand to be able to connect with in a way that isnt "you are god and i am not". youre stuck in a prison you yourself control. but a prison is still a prison. people want what you have- how you wished they had it instead of you! maybe then, youd be loved. maybe then, things wouldnt be so ear-deafingly quiet. silence sticks out like a sore thumb in the yearning- the wish to not be alone.

OKAY AM I JUST GONNA DO THIS FOR ALL OF THEM. WHAT THE HELL. MOVING ON.

okay this time im not gonna intensely analyse his character. hopefully.

AHEM . SNUFKIN!!!! my best friend i love him so so much.......... i need to absorb his fucking vibes and gender so hard what the hell. LIKE BROTHER. HOW DO YOU PULL OFF THAT MUCH SWAGGER WITHOUT EVEN TRYING oh and also there are so many things wrong with you are you like okay bud...

i like to think that "omg hes just like me frfr" but the fact that i get so excited about that thought proves that I actually kin moomintroll nsnxjsjjsj WHICH MAKES SENSE. makes a lot of sense

i love how people interpret his personality... and i love seeing all the potential angst/drama/whatever you call it that could pop up because of how avoindant he is... and his relationships with the other characters... the way he so easily distances himself from others while (i know this isnt about him but once you talk deeply about one of them i suppose you cant leave out the other) moomintroll clings a little too hard onto him...

ill be honest im a bit rusty on anything moomin related, so forgive my poor memory + hesitation, but i do love em a lot still!!! no hyperfixation is dead, just dormant, as they say........... havent thought about them in a while but i should really brush up on everyones characters and the way they interact ... would be really helpful for some analysis and application to my own work and- YEAH WHATEVER YOU GET IT NEXT ONE

OKAY SO I HAVENT HEARD TOO MUCH ABOUT MUDDLER (aside from bloom's stuff - bless you bloom) BUT WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT HES VERY RELATABLE AND FUNKY AND I LOVE HIM FOR THAT... button collector.... so me fr............

im quite neutral on account of the fact that (again) i havent seen much of him, but i think hes really neato and also(!) i actually used him as inspo for my sona design... ITS JUST THAT, his design fucks so hard so so hard its such a good design. PEAK. absolute peak...

IDK ! i think muddler is such a nice and cool little critter... i would love to have more content of him!!! i need to know more about him!!! honestly atp someone could tag me on muddler content id be happy to have it... i think id really really love him if i just knew more(!!!) but i dont unfortunately waaah..

[fnaffancontentbutmostlyglamrocks]

SB & Ruin Spoilers

I wouldn't mind Monty getting the most beat up and defeated if it didn't seem so unfair.

He doesn't do anything to Gregory that Chica and Roxy didn't do. All three have a habit of saying something sweet to try and lure Gregory out. Followed by aggression.

Chica is the most "kind". Will occasionally shout Gregory's name harshly.

Roxy has zero patience. Practically having some of the meanest lines, too. (It’s partially why I don't like how Ruin made her personality like Freddy. We have hints from the announcement in Roxy Raceway that she isn't all sunshine. Give the dog some bite)

Monty is right in the middle. He doesn't really try, honey. I think the nicest thing he does is give Gregory a nickname. Even his breaking point and meanest lines are rather tame.

Monty is given the most dammage after his fight. Losing the lower half of his body and his arms casing. Despite his main draw being a claw upgrade.

At least in SB, this could be credited as having him fit into the vents later on. Plus, it's obvious the original upgrade was his legs before it was changed.

Then you get to Ruin, and he's reduced to an endoskeleton. Acting more like a gaurd dog with nearly zero sense of self-awareness. Then he's electrocuted and probably died

Chica at least got to stay herself. You still find her looking for and eating trash. Now, she is always looking backward when eating. She'll peacefully shut down after her big encounter. With an option to be nice and give her a voice box.

Roxy even ignoring her turn has the best deal. She's completely aware of herself. Acting nearly exactly as she did in SB. Even sprinkling her preshatteted personailty in. That and she gets the nicest treatment of the trio. Staying fully active at the end of the story.

Monty's fate is supposed to read as karma or get back at him for stalking Cassie. Except he doesn't act any differently than Chica or even Roxy. Yes, he is after you. So was Chica. Who even tried to grab Cassie twice. Roxy is after Gregory, but she will kill Cassie if you encounter her early. He just stays in Monty Golf for most of the game until he stumbles into the waters of the sewer. He really does stumble into it. He fell harshly and didn't notice Cassie until she opened her mouth.

Then the sign.

Omfg. I'm really hoping that's just to foreshadow Bonnie Bowl being the next section and not anything to do with a certain theory. Cause if that's the confirmation. I hate it.

I feel they should have just definitely proven it wasn't Monty. Not just the gondola ride. Have a big piece of evidence that would show Monty wouldn't hurt Bonnie. At least not of his own free will. It can be hidden like Bonnie too.

The kindest thing they could do to Monty in that game would be to show he had good qualities and is a tragic figure. Broken by envy and rage. No longer in a position where people will fix his mistakes. His mind like the body he's wrecked in blind anger is broken.

Then when he's electrocuted. It's almost like you're finally forcing him to rest. (Okay, yeah, a bit aggressive approach compared to Sun and Chica, but let's be honest. Monty needs tranquilizers, not melatonin and some hot milk, to calm down). It ends on a bittersweet note.

Or alternatively.

Make him a full on villian. Give him voice lines that indicate not only is he aware. He enjoys the hunt. He's taunting Cassie. He describes how he'll dismember her. Give him lines that indicate not only did he kill Bonnie. He's proud of getting away with it. He's a complete monster. He is no longer having to hide who he really is. The Pizzaplex is abandoned. He's lost everything. So what if Cassie knows the real him. What? She gonna call and make a complaint? Naw, he knows that there isn't a point in putting on a mask. Now he's fully showing his real colors.

Then when he's electrocuted. You wish he dies, and it feels great to see karma hit him like a truck.

I'm really hoping Ruin isn't the end of Monty.

[waiting-to-be-lost-at-sea]

“Because he’s everything, he’s my everything”

Theo ran as fast as he could, he had heard Liam’s screams echoing within the tunnels. He had messaged Mason and the rest of the puppy pack.

He turned another corner, almost slipping immediately, he stumbled before running as fast as he could.

He finally found the door, he could smell Liam’s fear, taste his pain, he realised the door was bolted.

As he shoulder charged at the door a few times, before he managed to barrel past it. He saw Liam, on the floor, bloodied and broken.

“You’re too late, to save him, he’ll be mine soon enough” the elderly lady stated, her yellow teeth covered in Liam’s blood.

He ran towards her, pulling out a syringe, “You can not use magic on me, it won’t work” she grinned, his eyes turned cold.

“It’s not supposed to hurt you” he stabbed her and injected her immediately. “It’s a sedative, Morell will be here soon enough, Matilda” he dropped the woman on the floor.

Before turning around and dropping to his knees for Liam. His arms cradling the wolf close to him, shaky hands moving the hair out of his face.

“Hey little wolf, you gotta stay awake for me, okay”, Liam whimpered, as Theo grasped any show of skin, trying his best to drain Liam’s pain, black veins crawling up both his arms.

“T-Theo stop” he coughed up blood, “No, little wolf, you’re not dying just yet, c’mon who else is gonna kick my ass during patrols” he added trying to get the other to lighten up.

He took in Liam’s wounds, they weren’t healing, they should’ve already begun healing. He started to feel the pain ebb away, as if Liam was slowly fading away.

“No, cmon Li, stay with me now” he urged, eyes watering as he tried to think of what was the next logical step.

C’mon Theo think!

His mind was racing as his claws began to sink into Liam’s skin, there was only one option. “Little wolf, I need you to bite me” as he manoeuvred them both until they were leaning against one another’s necks.

Liam was closing his eyes again, as he used his hand, cradling his neck, he absorbed as much of Liam’s pain, enough for the other to be a little less lucid and more awake.

“T? What’s happening?”

“Bite me, little wolf” he murmured softly into his ear, Liam’s chemosignals changed from surprised to understanding though hints of confusion were still muddling his scent.

“Please Li” he murmured, tears falli my past his face, not even a second later, he felt fangs sink into his neck, a tongue lapping at his wounds.

Using all the energy he had left, his eyes blaring yellow, he returned the favour, relishing in Liam’s taste, but what he felt once they had sealed the deal, was as close to nirvana as he could possibly get, as he felt their bond tether the both of them to each other.

He pulled Liam into his arms, falling back and covering his head just in case. If this was how Theo died, he’d at least hold the love of his life one last time.

•

Theo awoke feeling someone in his arms, he opened his eyes, to see a sleeping Liam pressed up against his chest. The both of them were sporting bandages around their wounds, but one was left unbound.

He saw his mark on Liam’s neck, his hand slowly coming up to caress it, he felt Liam sigh happily leaning into his touch. He felt elation, flood through as he pulled the other close, moving them so that he was spooning Liam.

He nosed at the back of his neck, inhaling the scent of pine trees, lemons and home, Liam smelt like home.

“Told you he was a creeper wolf” Stiles annoyed voice stated from the door, Theo froze, but then Liam was grabbing something and throwing it without a second glance.

“Ow! You little runt!” Stiles growled out, “Get out, I want to sleep for another day or two before having to deal with your overprotective tendencies” Liam whined.

Liam turned around, cuddling close enough, he was nosing at Theo’s own neck, pressing his lips against his mark, Theo felt a flood of heat roll down his body.

“Eeewww, we’re going but just so you know, the pack is here and if you-OW” Stiles muttered, Theo had thrown the alarm clock in his direction, both waiting until the door was shut properly to laugh.

Theo finally got a glimpse of those baby blue eyes, looking more lively than they had when he found him. “Hey little wolf” he leaned towards Liam, who only grinned up at him.

“Hi” he got out, before Liam was kissing him and Theo was laughing and reciprocating before the pack yelled at them to come downstairs soon, because breakfast was getting cold.

Theo couldn’t help staring at Liam, “Did you want to talk about it?” Theo asked, not knowing if he was ready for Liam’s answer.

Liam however smiled, “Theo, you saved me again honestly if that is all it takes for you to finally make things official I might need to up the ante for an actual proposal next time” the beta teased and Theo just shook his head.

“I won’t propose, I’ll just kidnap you and take you to the registry office, we could go now if you’d like?”

Liam just laughed, cheeks going pink, “Maybe one day soon, not today though”, Theo’s eyes widened, as he smirked at the other about to pull him in for another kiss.

Liam stepped out of his reach, face playful, “You’re going to have to try harder than that, old man” he raced out, as Theo shook his head running after him.

He could follow the laughter Liam made for a lifetime, but for now he’d take what he could get as he tackled the other onto one of the beanbags.

The pack rolling their eyes at the sight of them.

“So who won the bet?” Malia asked amongst themselves, no one but Jordan Parrish & Sheriff Stilinski raise their hands.

[vampyrsutton]

Gratsu~Aphrodisiacs

Summary:

Natsu wants another go at the aphrodisiac spit Gray used during mating season. They learned more than they prepared to.

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"Are you sure you want to try this again?" Gray sighs, black markings already trying to creep over his shoulder at the thought. "You acted like you were dying last time."

"It felt like it, but I was also already magically horny so shooting aphrodisiac into my veins didn't exactly help." Natsu shrugs, throwing his vest off as he flops on his bed. "How bad can it possibly be outside of season?"

Gray raises an eyebrow, thinking back to the one girl he had attempted to sleep with after unlocking the Devil Slayer powers. "It's still pretty strong."

"I'll accept the consequences of my actions then." Natsu shrugs before sitting up again in concern. "Do you want to? 'Cause, we don't have to if you're not comfortable." Natsu reassures, worried he's making the ice mage feel pressured to use powers he's not comfortable with.

Gray's face softens at Natsu's concern, and he has to walk over to kiss him. "It was really hot, but I just wanna make sure you're comfortable. I felt it too remember? It was a lot so I'm just checking." 

Natsu feels his ears heat up, still not used to Gray being soft with him since things hadn't changed much otherwise. "Then yeah. Yeah, I'm sure."

"That was all I needed then." Gray chuckles, noticing the pink of Natsu's ears but choosing not to comment on it as he takes the Dragon Slayer's hand to kiss the back. He uses the pinkette's embarrassment as a distraction and he kisses his palm next, working his way down to about mid-forearm before making eye contact with his flustered mate once more and smirking to reveal his fangs.

Natsu's eyes widen as he finally realizes the markings that have overtaken Gray's right side and the claws that have formed on his hand. He opens his mouth to say something but it's cut off by a moan when Gray bites into his arm and injects the aphrodisiac straight into his bloodstream and the effect is near instant. 

"Fuck!" He cries out, body heating up even more with each pass of the venom through his heart and to the rest of his body. He's always run hot obviously, but not it feels like an inferno that all cumulates in his groin as an overwhelmingly white, hot need . He doesn't care how he gets off -though he's distantly aware that another person will definitely help- all that matters is that he does and fuck its a lot. 

"You okay? " Gray asks through their bond, eyes saying he's ready to stop everything right the fuck now if not. 

"Ye-yeah. I'm fine, but that is definitely enough or I'll probably cum just from you biting me." Natsu groans, already grinding against Gray's thigh. When had that gotten there?

Gray snorts, pulling away and licking at the blood that tried to follow. They'll patch each other up later. "That good, huh?" 

"You could probably breathe on my dick right now and I'd cum." Natsu pants, starting to fight his off as soon as he has his other arm back. "Shit, that stuff's powerful." 

"I mean it's devil magic. It was probably made to ignore consent, and it works on even your stubborn ass so it's definitely supposed to be strong." Gray shrugs, smirking at the glare he gets. 

"Shut up!" Natsu huffs, throwing his pants at the ice mage in retaliation. "You gonna follow through or not? I looked through the translated version more and apparently that stuff marks a target so I know your brain is screaming to take me."

Gray's eyes widen as the right one turns red. "That's what that is?! I thought it got louder after I bit you."

"What do you mean louder?" Natsu questions, digging under the bed to figure out where they last tossed the oil.

"Natsu." Gray sighs, running a clawed hand down his face in exasperation. "In case you hadn't noticed, you're kind of really hot. The urge to fuck you silly is always just kind of there, but now it's demanding I fuck you 'til you're too stuffed to move. How it even expects me to do that, I don't know, but it's fucking loud right now." He groans, getting his boxers off.

When he had lost the rest of his clothes, neither would be able to tell you.

Natsu's face flushes red and if asked, he'd blame it on the bite as he stares at Gray in disbelief, and his cock twitches at the thought. "I-…I think that's exactly what you need to do. Maybe if you bite yourself again?"

Gray raises an eyebrow, questioning the choices in his life that led him here. "You're serious." He sighs.

"Yes, please. Literally whatever gets you over here faster just fuck I feel like I'm burning alive, but I can't eat this fire and need you to, and fuck that sounds great can you do that? " Natsu rambles, eyes growing kind of hazy as he reaches between his legs and moans. 

Gray's red eye glows and okay yeah, that was definitely the last of his self-control snapping. The next thing he knows, he's crowding Natsu against the bed, shooing his hand away as he drops to the ground between the dragon slayer's legs to take his cock down his throat. 

Natsu attempts to complain when his hand is moved but quickly changes his mind when wet heat envelopes his cock and makes his hands fly to black hair instead. "Fuck! Gray!" 

Gray locks eyes with Natsu as he lowers the temperature of his tongue and Natsu could swear the Devil Slayer is smirking at him when he cries out from the delicious contrast, hips trying to buck against his control. He almost doesn't notice the finger working its way inside if it weren’t for the fluctuating temperatures that Gray has discovered he loves teasing Natsu with that have him gasping and trying to move. 

Unfortunately for Natsu, Gray has decided he plans to play with him a bit and plants his blackened arm across the fire user's abdomen to hold him still as a cool tongue flicks across the slit before once again engulfing his cock in hot throat and swallowing. 

Natsu moans, trying to move his hips and smacking a fist on the mattress when he can't. "Dammit, Gray! Let me move, you ass!" 

"Nah. It's more fun making you needy. " Gray sends through the link, a smirk clear in his eyes as he hollows his cheeks and crooks a finger against Natsu's prostate to make him scream. 

Natsu sees stars. Gray had barely touched him yet, but every nerve ending was on fire and every swipe of tongue or rub of his prostate felt like it was connected directly to his brain strong enough that every touch felt like he was being edged. 

"Too much! Please, it's so much! Dammit, Gray, just fuck me already, I'm ready, fuck I'm ready!" Natsu growls, fingers buried in Gray's hair and tugging, making him whine when a moan vibrates down his cock. 

"Fuck! " Gray internally moans before popping off to drag Natsu's face down for a rough kiss that leaves them both panting. "I was hoping if I got you to cum, it would shut the voice up some."

"The voice wants you to fuck. Why would my cum fix that?" Natsu snorts, smirking as Gray shoves him back on the bed with a scowl. 

"Shut up. I was trying to avoid biting myself." Gray huffs as he climbs back between the Dragon Slayer's this time with a slicked cock rather than fingers. "Stupid Devil shit." He grumbles as he lines up. 

"You didn't seem to hesitate on it a few months ago," Natsu smirks before moaning loudly when Gray starts sinking inside to shut him up. 

"I had to keep up with you a few months ago. The voice wasn't there then." Gray snorts, groaning slightly as he slides in. "Fuck, always so fucking hot."

"Wonder-fuck full-wonder why." Natsu groans, gasping as Gray seats himself inside fully.

"Who knows, but it's fucking annoying." Gray huffs as he waits for a go-ahead before slowly pulling out with a grumble. 

"Ugh, fuck it, fine!" Gray eventually growls at seemingly nothing before he bites his own arm. 

Natsu's eyes widen as he watches how the shadowy markings covering Gray's right side solidify and darken, looking less like something being held back and making Gray look powerful as it accentuates every muscle and gives him deadly claws on his right hand. A growl makes Natsu stop wondering what those claws might do to him long enough for his eyes to snap up to meet hardened blue except now the right one is glowing red. Allowing his eyes to trail down a bit reveals proper fangs, and when Gray runs a clawed hand through his hair, it stays back. 

He looks dangerous and Natsu feels his cock throb at the sight.

"Gray…?" Natsu checks in hesitantly. "You okay?" 

Gray makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr as he plants a hand on either side of Natsu's head to loom over him. "I feel great, little dragon." He smirks as he trails his fangs down Natsu's neck with his tongue. "Plan to make you feel even better."

Natsu's face flushes as he squirms. He wasn't entirely sure about being pinned down like this, but he didn't completely hate it either. He knew Gray wouldn't actually hurt him, but the dragon in him wanted to fight while the increased heart rate was just accelerating the venom, and fuck his head felt fuzzy. 

He didn't even realize he'd revealed his neck in submission until Gray was growling in his ear and tonguing at his mating bite.

"Good boy." Gray chuckles before pulling away just enough to be able to actually use the leverage as he restarts his earlier pace, going harder each time Natsu moans. 

"Fuck! Graaay~!" Natsu moans, hands flying up to cling to the Devil Slayer's back as he's pounded into. It felt different than last time. Maybe it was the lack of weird mating magic, but it was definitely rougher. Like all that mattered to Gray was filling him with cum, and he was confident that the aphrodisiac would do the work at making Natsu cum. 

In all honesty, he probably didn't need the aphrodisiac even with his cock being ignored like it was. Gray had found a steady, hard rhythm that was abusing his prostate and a deadly claw was toying with his nipple in a way that had his cock throbbing and heart pounding from the danger of it. 

He let some rumbling chittering sound leave his mouth before crying out when this made Gray growl and sitting back, grabbing his hips now to slam into him harder in a way that made his toes curl.

"Gray! Fuck~! More! Too much! Fuck, don't stop, I'm so close!" Natsu groans, gripping the sheets now that Gray's back is out of reach. 

"Cumming already, little dragon?" Gray smirks mockingly, reaching his clawed hand down to wrap around Natsu's leaking cock and watching him cry out. "Go on then. Cum. Just know, I'm not stopping 'til you're absolutely dripping with mine." 

Natsu's eyes widen even as he throws his head back on a moan that turns into an almost scream as he cums hard across his chest. So apparently that was a thing for him. He never particularly thought of letting Gray just use him, but apparently, it did something. 

Gray chuckles darkly, teasing him for cumming so quickly despite both being hyped up on the aphrodisiacs. "Like the idea of me using you like a cum dump?" He finishes with, his eyes widening in pleased surprise when he feels Natsu's cock twitch in his hand as the fire user moans. "You do, huh?" 

"Fuck! Apparently!" Natsu groans, rutting his hips a bit as Gray fucks him through his orgasm and almost whining when he releases his cock hadn't softened at all. "Dammit! How?!" 

"It's doing its job." Gray shrugs, starting his thrusts up again. "I warned you earlier. It's magic that was probably meant to bypass consent and what better way than making the target desperate to fuck?" 

"Well, when you put it like that, yeah it makes sense, but dammit!" Natsu growls, grinding his hips against Gray's to help fuck himself. "Back to feeling like I'm gonna die here." 

"Dramatic.” Gray huffs, rolling his eyes. “This was your idea.”

“And I don’t regret it, just move faster!” Natsu snips, moaning loud when Gray raises an eyebrow before restarting his rough pace from earlier. “Yeees!”

Gray can’t help but snicker as he watches the normally proud slayer wither beneath him. ‘Can definitely get used to this view.’ He thinks to himself, groaning as his own orgasm approaches and he feels the need to bite something again. 

“Fuck, toss me that pillow if you don’t want another dose,” Gray warns, fangs actually aching with the need to claim. 

Natsu’s eyes widen as he feels around to the side of him and throws the pillow in front of himself just in time to avoid having more aphrodisiac pumped into his veins. “Thanks for the warnING-fuck that’s new!” Natsu groans as way more cum than usual is emptied inside of him. “Grayyy~!”

Gray just growls around the pillow currently covering Natsu’s forearm as his red eye glows brighter. “More. Need to do more. ” He sends through their link as he finally stops cumming.

“What do you mean mo-Whoa!” Natsu will deny the fact that he yelps when he’s suddenly flipped onto his front with his chest pressed into the mattress and dripping ass on full display. “Gray?”

“Color?” He checks in just to assure Natsu he’s still there. If Natsu wants to stop, they already discussed how to incapacitate Gray until he can get away if he’s too far gone to listen to safewords.

Natsu audibly sighs in relief, relaxing into the mattress now. “Green. Just checking.”

“Good boy, then.” Gray coos as he grabs Natsu’s hips once more to sink back inside and continue at the same pace as before. Much like Natsu cumming the first time, Gray’s hard-on hadn’t flagged at all and he was running on the absolute need to empty everything inside his perfect little mate.

“Fuck!” Natsu manages to groan despite his sounds being now mostly muffled by the mattress. “Not even going to try to slow down are you?”

“Mate. Need to fill. Need to mark. Mine. My mate. Mine.” Gray growls in a seemingly random loop as the only reply to Natsu’s question. Despite the glow of the red one, his eyes were all but fogged over and his fangs were practically dripping with venom. It took whatever was left of his self-control to make himself put the pillow over Natsu’s neck and shoulders to ensure he couldn’t bite him again. 

Natsu moans at the words, the mated part of his instincts buzzing happily as he relaxes to let Gray do as he pleased. He hadn’t been lying earlier about the thought of Gray using him sounding appealing, and if the amount of cum being fucking into his guts right now was anything to go by, it would be a while until they were able to try it again. 

It doesn’t take long after this decision for Gray to bring him to the edge again, and when he feels the ice user’s clawed hand reach around his cock once more? It only takes a few chilled strokes to have him screaming into the sheets as he makes a new mess on them.

“Grayyy~!” He moans, finally starting to feel some form of overstimulation despite his cock still insisting on standing at attention. “Moreeee!”

A rumbling growl is all he gets in return as his own orgasm must push Gray over the edge as well, but despite the once again ridiculous amount of cum joining the rest, he doesn’t even stutter as he keeps going. 

By the time sanity finally starts returning to Gray’s eyes multiple rounds later, Natsu is completely fucked out and would probably need to be bitten again to even try cumming again as he lets out a broken noise that sounds like Gray’s name.

The sight alone makes Gray cum one final time that takes the remaining venom and his markings with it though he startles when Natsu lets out a surprised whine.

“What’s wrong? What happened? Did I hurt you?” Gray panics, pulling out as fast as he can to not hurt either of them before getting Nastu turned to his back to check on him and gasping at the sight.

Natsu whines as he’s moved to his back and his sore muscles are forced to move. His entire front is absolutely drenched in his own cum, he has claw marks along each side from whenever he was moved around, and his hole is clenching around nothing as though it hasn’t figured out that they’re done. The most jarring part, however, is how his normally chiseled stomach is round and bloated from cum that strangely hasn’t started leaking out of his ass as he looks annoyed at Gray.

“So apparently something else is new.” Natsu pants, attempting to sit up but just flopping back down instead. “Shit. Your last load was followed by a clump of magic and there’s currently a ring of what I assume is magic ice keeping me plugged and it decided it needed to be right on my damn prostate.”

Gray’s eyes widen as he blinks dumbly, not entirely processing the words until his face suddenly flames. “Does…” He doesn’t even know what he planned to ask. “Does it hurt?” He decides to start with, knowing how cold his ice can get, especially when the Devil Slayer magic is involved.

“Like it’s chilly, but it won’t cause damage or anything.” Natsu sighs, trying to focus on his own magic. “My dick just physically can’t get hard again so it’s definitely uncomfortable.”

“Okay, uh, that’s good.” Not a single awkward sex talk from Ur or Mirajane had prepared him for something like this and he was starting to think he should have taken Levy up on that offer to break down the book. “Can you stand?” He’ll need a bath, right?

“You just saw me try to sit . No, I can’t stand.” Natsu huffs, at least managing to squirm onto his side and groaning when the cum inside him shifts again. “Fuck, help me up.”

Gray scrambles to help, officially lost on how to proceed so thankful for a direction. “Right, uh, bathroom?”

“Yeah, let's see if I can melt this then we can hop in a bath?” Natsu groans, panting slightly as he stands. “I think we need to talk to Levy.”

“Not letting the Devil Slayer bullshit anywhere near the bedroom until we do.” Gray half laughs as he helps Natsu shuffle to the bathroom.

It definitely takes longer than usual for them to get cleaned up and snuggled in bed, but luckily for them, Natsu was able to deal with the cum himself, so Gray was able to make sure they had clean sheets. 

They should probably talk about what happened, but with the events of the last couple of hours, they’re basically out cold by the time the blanket has settled around them. They can talk about it in the morning. Right now? 

Right now they were exhausted.

~Bonus~

“So, you’re telling me, two groan-ass men need me to give them a crash course in Slayer sex-ed?” Levy sighs over the notes she was reading. “Did I hear that right?”

Both boys look like they would rather die than be here as their faces flush red, but both nod slowly. 

“I definitely didn’t pay enough attention when Igneel tried, and can’t sit still long enough to do more than pick out what seems cool without reading the rest,” Natsu admits, hiding the lower half of his face in his scarf. 

“I’m literally learning as I go since I got any of this from having to rekill my reanimated father.” Gray shrugs, avoiding eye contact with either.

Levy winces at the reminder from Gray. “Right, just for that, I won’t tease you too much. Give me a week to gather the important stuff and I’ll tell you all you need to know.” She agrees, gathering up what she was previously working on. “In the meantime,” she looks at them both in exasperation. “I know it’s tough, trust me I know,” She laughs, looking across the guild to Gajeel who is arm wrestling Elfman, “but please try to keep it in your pa-” She pauses, side-eyeing the already half-naked Gray and sighs. “Try to keep your dicks to yourselves until after.”

Both of them seem to deflate further but know she’s their best bet. “Thank you!”

[harryconcepts]

part 69

sorry besties this one is feral feral

why do I feel like your first time with harry would be after a day like this when you're so happy and in love and you've been together all day and you saw how cute he was holding your baby cousins and 🤕🤕🤕 you would be so feral 🤕 you're a little tired after the drive home but you've been holding his hand for the whole ride home and admiring his muscles and veins 🤕 he thinks you're just extra soft but really you're a little h word 🤕 when you get home you're on him immediately kissing him and pressing your hips on his 🤕 he would break away a little out of breath and say "what's gotten into my sweet girl, hm?" and you shake your head and say "just need you" and go in for another kiss 🤕 he would flip you so you're against the wall and he can grind on you and be in charge of the movements 🤕 you're moaning into his mouth and finally you're so turned on you can't stand it so you murmur "take me to the bed" and he taps your ass saying "jump" and he doesn't even break from your lips as he walks you there 🤕 he drops you on the bed and says "gonna take my time with you, gonna be so good for my pretty girl" 🤕 while he's working your clothes off you're trying so hard to breathe normally and you say "I loved- loved seeing you with my family, you're so good with babies, it made me so-" and you bite back a gasp when he starts sucking a mark into your thigh 🤕 he's feeling sweet so he doesn't make you finish your sentence but he keeps kissing 🤕he would definitely make you cum on his tongue at least twice, he wants his girl to feel so good 🤕 you're dripping for him and he runs his fingers through it saying "ready for me? i think you're wet enough I can just slip right inside, can't i?" and you nod so fast 🤕so he does, he's trying so hard to control himself and go slow but it's hard when you're clenching on him and clawing at his back bc it feels so good 🤕 when he's finally all the way in you're gasping and so is he, he rests his forehead on yours and says "you okay pretty girl?" and his voice is strained 🤕 you nod and say "I want you to move, i love you so much I need to feel you" and he groans, closing his eyes and saying "i love you too, my prettiest girl, always so sweet to me" and he pulls out so slowly before he slides back in 🤕 your eyebrows are furrowed and you're making the prettiest noises for him 🤕 when he's close he slides his hand down your body to thumb over your clit and he says "need you to cum, need you to get there before I do baby" and you nod saying "I'm close, I'm so close just-" and you groan when he licks over your neck 🤕 you manage to say "I love you so much-" before you're falling and you know he's right behind you 🤕 you would spend the rest of the night laying on him whispering how much you love him and he would say the same 🤕

i fear harry is so easy to turn on 🤕 all you have to do is kiss at his neck a little and maybe run your fingers over his little hippies and he's grabbing at you and biting his lip to keep from moaning 🤕help what do you think his sensitive spots are 🤕 I think his tummy and his hipbones and his collarbones 🤕 also I feel like his knees are for some reason 🤕 his earsies definitely and the back of his neck more than anywhere else on his neck 🤕 his knees why do I feel like that's true 😭😭 you could kiss them a few times and he's giggling and squirming away and blushing so hard but also he's like "don't stop 🤭"

harry when you're very anxious 😔 he would just be trying to figure out what you need and how to help you feel better 😔he says "can i give you a hug?" and you shake your head because everything is just too much right now so he says "okay, okay... what do you need?" and he's speaking so gently to keep you calm 😔 you say "I don't know" through your tears and he just nods saying "that's okay, just try to take some breaths, hm? take some deep breaths for me baby, you're alright" and he nods when you do 😔 after a minute you reach out for him because you just need him close and he reacts right away, wrapping his arms around you and holding you so tight 😔 he would definitely offer to lay on top of you in bed because he knows it feels so good to have that pressure when you're anxious 😔 he would talk in such a soft voice and use his hands to rub circles on your back with just enough pressure to keep you calm 😔

harry would nose along your cheek and murmur "sweet girl, love you so much pretty baby" while his fingers are literally inside of you 🤕

my feet hurt so bad I need harry to rub them 😔 he would be so gentle and soft and when you make a little 😣ouch 😣 face he would be all "im sorry, I'm being as gentle as i can baby" 😔

harry would always be checking in with you during sex 🤕 making sure you're feeling good and want to keep going 🤕 and he would be so filthy about it too he's all "does that feel good for my pretty baby?" as he kisses along your jaw and his fingers work at your clit 🤕 he would say "want my fingers inside?" and he would wait for you to beg him before he finally gives you what you want🤕 when you moan he says "that's my sweet girl, letting me know what feels good, always so good for me, aren't you baby?" 🤕🤕🤕

harry would be a filthy freak for his girl's birthday 🤭 he would try to go down on you every hour and he would definitely say he wants to make you cum once for every year old you are 🤭 you would laugh and say "I would die" and he says "seems like a good way to go in my opinion 😁" but literally he would be so sweet, he wouldn't mess around with teasing you like he normally does bc he just wants to make you feel good 🤭 he would give you absolutely anything you want, as many times as you want it 🤭 and he would be spoiling you allllll day, he would def take you shopping and tell you to get anything you want 🤭 when he sees you putting things back bc you worry you're getting too much he grabs them off the shelf anyways and puts them back in the cart when your back is turned 🤭he would take you to a fancy dinner and he would get dressed up all handsome for you 🤭 then he would rail you to death in the fancy suit afterwards🤭 he would kiss your forehead and say "good night pretty girl, I hope you had a wonderful birthday" 🤭🤭🤭

stop it STOP IT he would always be teasing and gently mocking 🤕 he would copy your moans and when you pout he would thumb over your lip and say "put that away, sweet girls don't pout" and he would be so smug 🤕 he would make you beg before he touches and he would gasp with a mocking surprised face saying "you're so wet, baby, no wonder you've been so needy for me" 🤕🤕🤕when his fingers find your g spot and you let out the whiniest moan he would be so smug 🤕 when he gets you to make that noise again he would tease you and tease you, copying the noise with a big grin and you would be blushing, trying to hide your face and keep quiet but he just digs his fingers in a little deeper and you can't help but make some noise for him 🤕 you grab at his shoulder and whine "please, just please" and he would say "please what baby? I can't give you what you want unless you tell me" and he would so hold out on you until you tell him exactly what you want 🤕 he would keep you right there, so desperate and close and he would be so mean, teasing you the whole time about how needy you are 🤕 definitely all "you must want it so bad, hm? you know I can't help you unless you ask nicely" and "can see how much you're shaking, you have to stay still for me so I can make you feel good baby" 🤕he absolutely would not let you cum until you beg him sweetly enough, he just loves teasing you too much 🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕

on that same note I think harry would tease you about how big he is 🤕 he's always like "i don't know, i think you might be too small to take me... you get so whiny when i use my fingers so how are you gonna take all of me?" and you're begging with your eyes and saying "I can, i promise I can, I'll be so good and I'll take it all I will please 🥺" and he knows he's gonna give you what you both want but he likes to tease a little first so he says "I'm not sure... you'll feel me, all the way in your tummy, you know that?" and he would rub his hand over your lower stomach and murmur "right here, I'll be so deep you'll feel me all the way here" and you clutch at his wrist and say "I know, i want it so bad please let me feel it" and he would smirk at how needy you are 🤕 he would say "alright, I'm gonna give my pretty baby what she wants then" and he would work your panties down your legs 🤕 they're already soaked through from when he fingered you but he doesn't seem to mind 🤕 he says "think you're wet enough for me?maybe i should make you touch yourself, make yourself cum again before you get what you want" and you shake your head saying "I am, I'm already wet enough I promise, just please 🥺" so he runs his fingers against you and says "you weren't kidding, you really made a mess didn't you?" and he's so mean bc he knows you like it 🤕 finally he decides he's done teasing so he positions himself over you so he can cage you in and make you feel even smaller and he starts to push inside 🤕 he goes soooo slow to make sure you feel every inch 🤕 your eyes are closed because it feels so good but he doesn't like that, he taps his fingers on your jaw and says "look at me when I'm touching you" in a stern voice 🤕 you manage to open your eyes for a little bit but having him meet your stare on top of everything else you're feeling is too much so they slip closed again and you shake your head saying "i can't, it's too much i just-" and you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp when he thrusts the rest of the way in 🤕 he would say "that's okay baby, just feeling too good you can't even look at me, hm? I knew you'd get like this, knew it'd be too much for my pretty baby" and you nod and clutch at his arm 🤕 he gets soft for a minute and says "feeling okay sweet girl? you have to tell me if it's too much or if it's hurting" and you nod, you say "it feels so so good, just need a minute then you can- you can move" and he nods, running his fingers along your chest and collarbones to help calm you 🤕 when you finally breathe out that you're ready he would be so mean again 🤕 he would pull out so slow and tease you the whole time for how much you're moaning, but he wouldn't be able to help but moan a little too bc you're clenching him so tightly 🤕 when he pushes back in he would for sure use one hand to press down on your tummy and he would smirk when you gasp, he would say "what did I tell you? said you were gonna feel it in your tummy, I was right wasn't i?" and you nod, grabbing his arm to hold him there 🤕he would reach down to rub over your clit just the way you like and he would lean closer to whisper in your ear "want you to cum for me pretty girl" 🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕

but how mean would he be if he made you cry 🤕 he knows it's so intense and you keep telling him you're good and it feels good and you want to keep going so he knows you're okay just a little overwhelmed 🤕 he would wipe each tear away so gently with his thumb while he's literally inside you 🤕 he would murmur "you're alright, pretty girl just got a bit overwhelmed, hm?" and you would nod and nuzzle into his hand 🤕 after a little while longer of him making you feel so so good you can't help but cry he would start to feel kind of feral about it, knowing he's doing so good for his girl that she can't even control herself 🤕 he would lean up and you think he's going to kiss your cheek but then... then he.... he licks the tears away 🤕 he would smile when that only makes you cry more bc everything is so intense and he murmurs "such a good girl for me, taking everything I give you and still being so sweet" 🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕

everyone shut the fuck up him measuring it against your tummy......... clicking his tongue saying "I don't think so pretty girl, it's gonna be so deep, i think you're too small to take it" and he makes you beg 🤕

but... but telling harry you want to try overstimulation 🤕 he would be so feral saying "oh really? my sweet girl wants me to make her cum so much it hurts, hm?" and you nod 🤕 he would nose along your cheek and smile against your skin saying "well i never say no to my pretty girl, do i?" 🤕 you tell him you might try to wiggle away if it's too sensitive but you want to keep going unless you specifically say to stop 🤕 he would act so sweet while he's being so mean 🤕 once you cum and you're shaking your head and squirming away he would just grab your hips and say "I'm not done with you, I think you're gonna give me a few more" 🤕 after the second time you're really breathing hard and everything is so sensitive but he slips his fingers back down before you can even think 🤕 you're gasping saying "no, no, it- it hurts, I can't" and he coos at you 🤕 he says "I know, baby, i know it does... do you need me to stop? we can be done if it's too much" and you're quiet for a second before you say "no, I don't want you to stop... i might cry though" and he smirks saying "that's okay, I don't mind" and he slips his fingers inside again🤕 when you're so tired and sensitive and crying all over the place and really aren't sure how much more you can take he says so gently "think my sweet girl can give me one more?" while he cups your cheek and you nod, he says "that's my good girl, such a sweet baby for me" and he starts to unbuckle his belt 🤕

sorry just adding on one last thing bc my brain never rests: him saying you're going to give him one more as he's unbuckling his belt and you're crying so much maybe even shaking your head bc you know it's gonna be so intense but he just pouts mockingly at you and says "you can, I know you can do it for me baby, you've been such a good girl all night so you're gonna give me one more" and obviously you could say no if you really wanted to but the way he's so stern and telling you what's gonna happen makes you so 🤕 so you just turn your head onto the pillow and a few more tears slip out 🤕 he praises you the whole time and it doesn't take long for either of you to get there, he's obsessed with how wet and warm you are and how your clit is so swollen for him to touch and you're about to die because everything is so sensitive and feels so good 🤕 he lets out a little groan and says "come on, give me one more good one baby" and reaches down to rub your clit, you let out a desperate little moan and before you know it you're cumming around him 🤕 he would fall on top of you when he lets go and you're both breathing so heavily just trying to feel normal again, he would put pressure on your body wherever he can reach because he knows it helps calm you after everything you've been feeling and he murmurs how good you did for him, and how much he loves you 🤕

oh for sure, and i just popped so now I'm ready to go again but anyways he would lay on you for a while until he can feel you breathing normally again then he would say "I know i said one more but... can i try something? if it's too much we can be done, but i wanna taste my pretty girl... think you can do that for me?" and you're soooo 🤕 because it's been a long night but also you can feel him dripping out of you and it makes you feel a little so you nod and say "just be gentle please?" and he thinks you're just the sweetest girl so he nods and says "of course baby, I'll be so gentle" and he leans in for a kiss 🤕 he would kiss his way down your body, you're already moaning because it's all so sensitive but he just makes sure he has a good grip on your hips 🤕 he would settle between your legs and just look for a little bit 🤕 he would definitely use his thumbs to spread you apart and look at how messy it is 🤕 you would whine because it feels weird to be so open but he just shushes you and says "I'm just looking baby, you're so pretty like this I just wanna look" 🤕 finally he would lean in and give you a long lick and you're already tensing up all around him and gripping his hair because it's so much 🤕 he would suck on your clit just a little and say "it's okay, I'm just gonna clean you up pretty girl" even though you both know that's not why he's down there 🤕 but just like you asked him to he's being gentle, trying not to play with your clit too much because he knows it's a lot (but he definitely does a little bit bc he likes to hear you whine🤕) so mostly he's just staying lower 🤕 after a few minutes he feels you tensing up so much so he lifts his head and says "think you're gonna cum again?" and your eyes are squeezed shut but he's okay with it since you've taken so much tonight 🤕 you nod and say "i think- I think I'm close, just keep doing-" and he cuts you off by sucking your clit between his lips again and you're moaning 🤕 when you cum you really feel it through your whole body, and he definitely has to hold your hips tighter to keep you mostly still 🤕 as you're coming down he would keep licking around a little bit, you're whining and pushing at his head but he says "you're all sticky again, gotta clean you up baby" 🤕🤕🤕 but soon he would pull away for good and come to give you a good cuddle saying "you did so so good for me baby, my best girl, love you so much" and you're already drifting off in his arms 🤕

no no no he would be so condescending when you're overstimulated he would be all "it's too much for my pretty girl, hm? thought you were gonna be so good for me and "take everything i give you"? didn't you say that baby?" and he would be so mean and teasing you 😔 you can't even answer him because you're feeling so good and he just smirks saying "i know, poor thing gets all dumb when I'm filling her up like this" and he would tap on your lips to slip his fingers between them 😔

harry edging you so much and for so long that you just can't help but cry, you're all "I'm sorry i can't help it" and he pouts at you and wipes the tears away with his thumb then says "it's okay, you're pretty when you cry" with a soft cooing voice 🤕

when Harry goes down on you he's basically just making out with you down there🤕 he sucks on your clit like he would with your tongue and he's so sloppy with it 🤕 making the most obscene noises from how wet you are and he would be so smug saying "pretty girl, you're dripping for me aren't you" 🤕 "so wet i can just-" and he slips his fingers inside with no problem 🤕

he would mock the way you moan and then smile while he kisses at your jaw and he would say "such a desperate little thing, aren't you?" acting like he hasn't been holding you on the edge for over an hour 🤕

he would be all pouty saying "poor girl is all messy, hm? need me to clean you up?" as you're literally trying to squirm away because you can't deal with him touching anymore but he's just leaning down to "clean" you with his tongue but it's only making it worse 🤕

i fear he absolutely has a begging kink and he never lets you cum until you "beg pretty for me baby, I know you can be so sweet when you want to, ask nicely and I'll think about it" 🤕

crying throwing up thinking about how he would hit just the right spot and you're immediately all 🥺 and you dont feel like being bratty anymore you just want to be good so he'll give you what you want 😔

his stupid ass would probably be like "England vs US huh ... me vs you 😏😏😏 maybe we should make a little bet 😏" and you would be like "oh yeah? what kind of bet?" and he scoots closer on the couch and says "maaaaaybe we could say... whoever wins gets to be in charge tonight 😌" and then he would be such a pest 😌 whenever england scores he's all "I already know which outfit you'll be putting on for me 😌" and "which one of my ties? you know, for when I tie you to the headboard😌" and by the end of the game you don't even care anymore you're just ready to jump on him but he's all "ah ah ah, we have to watch so we'll know who wins" and he's holding you at arms length just to rile you up more 😌

[sihakadan]

Firelight pt. 2

Let's go, part 2! How long will this be? I dunno...long enough lol It's fun to write I ain't gonna lie.

The lumen au is thanks to @meliapis and I used some of @vastaya-simp 's head canons for Scar's lumen. It's very cute and I am so soft for it.

Pairing: Scar x gn!AFAB Reader (no specific pronouns used for reader)

SFW, some cursing and probably full of mistakes because I usually write while sleep deprived lol

Listened to BABYDOLL by Ari Abdul on repeat while writing this

Part 2 of ??

///You///

Being held by your soul mate, who's face you had not even seen yet, while flying on a hover board to some unknown location was the most overwhelming and possibly scariest thing you had ever experienced. It also didn't help that he was super tall and his arms were about the same circumference of your head. And the claws were digging into your thigh.

Other than picking you up, he hadn't said anything or even checked on you to see if you were okay. This was so strange. Was he angry about this? What was going on?

Your little friend was snug against your neck, feeling your fear and anxiety, trying to calm you. Your hands wrapped around it gently and you pressed your cheek to it. Why did it have to happen like this?

What was going to happen now? The leader seemed to be the owl masked one, but they didn't offer any answers whenever you asked. Just that you couldn't see where they were going and that if you didn't fight back, everything would be fine.

All you knew is that you were flying and the next, the momentum stopped and you were set down, but a large hand stayed on your shoulder, guiding you. By the sounds, you were walking down a large pipe and the sounds of the other's footsteps behind you ricocheted off the walls.

You reached up and felt the hand that was on your shoulder and you concluded that it was indeed your soul mate. The sharp nails gave it away, but when you touched his hand, his fingers twitched, like he wanted to take your hand or something.

When you felt the hand leave your shoulder, you felt around but no one was around you. A metallic grinding noise stopped you, along with some deep grunting. Something was opening.

///Scar///

Holding you close to him, even as frightened as you were, made his heart just roar in his chest. He kept reminding himself to not hold you too tightly or to watch the claws. Having you so close to him made him feel warm.

Your lumen, however, was dimmer than usual and didn't even try to leave his collar this time. It was very unhappy and by the looks of it, so were you.

He did feel relief when he set you down, only because if he held you any longer, he was going to combust. You set him on fire whenever you wrapped your arms around his neck, your grip tightening when he went faster of banked around something.

He couldn't believe you were finally here, with him.

Instead of letting you stumble around in the dark, he placed his hand on your shoulder and guided you. Your hand reached up and felt over his with feather light touches and he clenched his teeth as he held back the urge to take your hand. Last thing he wanted to do was scare you off.

He had to open the door, since he was the only one strong enough, and his hand left you. Again, it made his heart jump when you felt around for him.

One of his comrades to you to walk forward as he pushed the metal door out of the way and it was cute how you held your hands out to make sure you weren't going to bump into anything.

In this light, he could see the true color of your hair, how red and swollen your bottom lip was from biting it nervously. That one made him feel certain feelings...

///You///

"Just walk forward. You won't run into anything." Someone said behind you and your head turned towards the voice.

Doing as instructed, hands out in front of you to make sure you actually didn't run into anything. The air was...cleaner? You could hear lots of whirling, the same kind the hover boards made, and children laughing. Someone took your arm and stopped you, the metallic sound and grunting resuming behind you.

The lumen seemed annoyed by someone taking your arm and left it's spot to run down your arm, bumping into the hand on you.

"Alright, Janna. Possessive."

Well, yeah. It had been you and the lumen for many years. It never liked people touching you. It pouted when you hugged your friends, even though you'd cuddle it right after.

Then you were being led up somewhere. Going up stairs blind folded was jarring, but some how you managed it with only hitting your shin twice.

You heard a door open and then the large hand returned to your shoulder and led you to what you assumed was a chair and was happy to find that it was, indeed, one. With out being told, you sat down and wrung your hands nervously. You had to get out of the city before your client found out you had been caught.

"Give me your wrists." Someone said.

"What?" You almost jumped out of the chair, but the hand on your shoulder kept you down. "I followed your rules!"

"This is for everyone's safety. Either give me your wrists or we will do it for you."

You couldn't believe how stupid you were. You had followed them right into their den and now you were at their mercy. But you wanted to meet your soul mate, so you could look him in the eye and tell him he was an asshole for doing this to you.

Sighing, you held out your wrists and gently they were put behind your back and chained. This day was getting worse and worse.

"Whoa! Hey!" Someone stumbled. "Man, this thing really hates people getting close." The lumen must've been acting up.

"Yeah, maybe because you're chaining me up?" You shrugged and hit the floor with your foot. "Are you gonna keep me blind folded?"

That prompted someone to take the blind fold off and you blinked at the sudden light, your eyes stinging. It wasn't even that bright in the room you were in, but everything had been pitch black under the blind fold.

In front of you was a boy in the same jacket that the owl masked one had been wearing. On his face was a painting of an hour glass and though he had a mean face on, you could tell he was just as confused as you were. Beside him was the tall man, mask still on, just looming there. You inhaled, annoyed.

The lumen hid in your hair, but the light was simmering, like it was angry.

The boy walked forward and held up the package. "You know what was in here?"

Ah, yeah, they wanted to interrogate you. "No, I would be very bad at my job if I did." They set the tone, so you would meet it. This was all bullshit.

"You don't even check to see what you're running with?" The boy asked incredulously, a brow raising and eyes narrowing. "So you don't care that you're moving shimmer around?"

You pursed your lips. "I mean, I guess? I don't do it on purpose but I don't go hungry any more. What's the sating? Ignorance is bliss?" That wasn't really true. Shimmer stole so much from you, you hated it. Spreading it wasn't your intention.

The boy scoffed and opened the package, revealing the vials of shimmer. "That's disappointing to hear." And you could see that he was genuinely disappointed. Your soul mate also let out an unpleased growl.

"Well, so is finding your soul mate in a dark ass tunnel and then being forced somewhere, blind folded, and tied to a chair. We can't all win." You leaned back and crossed your legs, giving the said soul mate a short glare.

Still, it ate at you that your soul mate was upset with this information. Even if you were angry with him, it just didn't sit right. "Look-" You tilted your head back. "I didn't know I was moving it. I don't look because if I did, it would endanger my life even more than getting caught." You set your leg down and leaned forward. "If I knew what was in there, I would have smashed it. But part of my job is not knowing what I have, because that is not my business."

"It makes you an accomplice. Willingly or not." The boy snapped, his brows knitted together. "Another cog in the machine that is poisoning people."

He was right, most definitely, but he also was forgetting that for people like you, there were limited options. "Yeah, well, I didn't want to end up in a brothel, working directly for the chembarons, or manufacturing the shit. Those were my options verses starving in the streets." The lumen left your hair and again pressed against your cheek, trying to comfort you.

The boy looked at your soul mate, his face still hard, but his eyes had softened. "We all have choices." The boy put the vial back.

"Yeah? Well, what now? I'm never getting another job and if I stay here in Zaun I am dead." You shrugged. "Either way, I can't stay."

That caught the attention of your soul mate and your lumen left his collar, tucking itself under his chin. You looked away. You could feel the warmth of him, the safety, even though you personally, did not feel very safe in the moment.

"You'd leave?" The smaller boy asked. "You found your soul mate and you'd leave?"

You slumped in the chair, looking at the floor. It wasn't what you wanted, but you weren't ready to die. "It's that or be killed. So, what is your choice, little man?" He seemed almost put off that you called him that. "My life is now in your hands."

///Scar///

Yeah, pissed was an understatement about how he felt, but when you brought up the brothels, it just made him angrier. Imagining you there made his blood boil. Still, to think that you would move shimmer around and be so nonchalant about it angered him. Did you not understand what it had done to this city? To top it off, you were angry at him.

"My life is now in your hands." That hit him so deeply. So your options were to leave, leave him, or face the wrath of those you had failed? To him that was unacceptable. He looked at Ekko, wondering what he would do next, because Scar had decided he was not going to let you walk out that door to your death just because he had caught you.

"Well, lucky for you, no one but a select few know of this place and you have a set of skills that are very useful." Ekko crossed his arms. "I am sure by now you can guess who we are."

Your knee bounced, lips still pursed. "Yeah, I've heard in passing. Some vigilante group?"

"Close, but not exactly." Ekko shrugged and Scar walked behind him, keeping his eyes on you. He could feel the warmth of your cheek when his lumen pressed against it. The way you nuzzled it...

Yours however, would not leave his neck, as if clinging to him in desperation. It made sense, you were in a bad position right now. Scar felt guilt and anger at himself. Did he really have to catch you? Yes, you had shimmer. He couldn't let that spread to other places, to ruin more lives. But why was it him and not one of the others?

"We are trying to stop the hurt Silco is causing. Aiding those who are and were his victims. Hence-" Ekko held up the package. "Stopping you today."

You didn't say anything but he could tell you were thinking. Ekko must've noticed it too. "We'll unchain you, but until we know who's side you're on, it's best if you stay in this room."

"I don't even know who you are." You said as Scar went to undo your chains.

Ekko watched as you rubbed your wrists as soon as they were free. "Ekko." He nodded towards Scar, who moved back to his side, looking down at you through the mask. He was almost afraid to take it off. What would you think of him? "And this giant is Scar. Or lover boy." Ekko quipped at him and Scar grunted, hitting him with his elbow.

"You can't even tell me your own name?" You were so mad at him, at this whole situation. He was too but for different reasons. "So do you not want me to see your face? What is your problem?"

Ekko looked up at him and shrugged. Scar knew he agreed with them. "To be fair, we don't know your name either."

Your lips pressed together tightly and your eyes bore into him. He wasn't getting your name until he at least looked you in the eyes. Fair enough.

Reaching up, he undid the clasp of his mask and slowly took it off, letting it hang from his hand at his side. Now you could see him.

///You///

What you expected, you didn't know, but a fierce looking chirean was nothing you ever imagined. The ears on his lumen now made sense. His green eyes just stared into you, as if he could see everything about you, laid bare before him. You could see his hands flexing open and shut, revealing that he too, was nervous.

And... he was beautiful. You weren't even angry anymore.

Ekko cleared his throat and you turned bright red. You had been staring with your mouth open. You wish you could evaporate. "So, your name?"

"(Y/N)." You muttered, Scar's lumen fluttering down to your hands, tucking itself into your palms.

"Think on it. You can stay here for the night." Ekko gave Scar a look before walking out the door, leaving the two of you alone.

Your eyes skimmed the floor towards his direction and you could feel his eyes on you. Those very intense eyes.

He walked towards you and you looked up to see him staring down at you, eyes flickering over your face and briefly meeting your eyes.

It didn't last long though before he broke the eye contact while Scar rubbed his neck and also left, but not before looking back at you with confusion. He wasn't the only one confused.