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princessbunnib · 2 years

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Captivated Pleasure

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: Due to your husband's shady life choices, your caught in the middle when you find yourself in the basement of some building with a masked man sitting in front of you.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Mask Kink, Dom Simon, Sub Reader, Mentions Of Knife Play, Oral |M| Receiving, Face Fucking, Come In Throat, Come On Face, Praising, Vaginal Sex, Flirtatious/Cocky Simon, Choking, Breeding Kink, Talk Of Impregnation, Mentions Of Anal, Mutual Masturbation, CreamPie.

Author's Note: I had so much fucking fun writing this.

Pt2 Here:

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You were sitting on the cold concrete floor with your hands cuffed to a pipe. You had no idea where you were. All you could remember was a group of men breaking into your home, taking you your husband and taking you captive.

It's been atleast a few days since the break in. At first you were scared but you've now come to terms with what's happened.

You haven't been able to see your husband at all. But quite frankly you didn't went to either. He's been up to some things he didn't see was important enough to tell you about? Now you're sitting here in what seems to be a basement just because of him.

You sighed thinking about the situation at hand. The doors opened and was followed with someone walking down the creaking stairs. Since you couldn't see anything, a shiver rushed through your body. Only until you heard the sound of a chair being pulled up in front of you.

The sack that covered your head was pulled off gently. You were met by a man sitting in the chair. His hands firmly holding the lining of his harness.

The man wore a mask with the face of a skull on it. His dark ghostly eyes staring down at you.

"Let me go already! What even is this?" You asked shaking your wrists from the cuffs.

"Negative, I'm afraid I can't do that, it's against the rules."

"What rules? You mother fuckers ran into my home with guns! I'm sure the rules have been off the table since the beginning!"

He deeply chuckled fixing the way his mask hugged his face. "Quite the fiery one aren't you? I'm guessing your husband didn't tell you anything? To put it simply, he knows information that we want... and to get him to talk, we took you captive along with him..."

"I'm sure if you were taken and put in a fucking basement, you'd be 'firey' too." You said rolling your eyes.

"You have a point... but uhm, we aren't going to hurt you if that's what you think is going to happen, they just sent me down here to make sure if you're okay... wouldn't want you getting any ideas of escaping now would we?" He leaned into your face, staring down at you. You swolled the lump in your throat gazing into his eyes, his peircing stare making your body feel warm.

"What's with the mask? I think it's ridiculous, I mean don't you get hot under there or something?" You asked swiftly changing the subject.

"It's made out of breathable material, and I think it's amusing that you care about my mask even if I had a hand in you being down here in the first place."

"I don't- it's just..." You held your tongue on your words and looked away from him.

The truth was that you actually found the mask attractive. His voice was deep and raspy, not to mention the accent he held. The way his eyes would glare down to you while he sat high made you feel a certain way. As scary as it was to be down here, he was making this seem not so bad.

"So- I can't just be let free? I wouldn't go to the police or anything." You said trying to further the conversation.

"I'm afraid it's not about that darlin' the sooner your husband talks, the sooner you two can go back to your lives..."

"Fuck... that stubborn asshole, I just know he's not going to say a damn thing..." You stated rolling your eyes. "Can you take these cuffs off of me? They hurt so bad."

"Can't do that either darlin'." He said with a cocky tone.

Was he really flirting with you? And did he think giving you some stupid pet name was going to work?

You scoffed at his remark. "Don't call me that, I'm married." You said.

"Oh yeah? I highly doubt that you actually enjoy having that ring on your finger, I saw your house... not one picture of the two of you was hung on the walls, and also your phone has nothing in it that would signify that you were married."

"We just don't like to make it a big deal, it's not that serious!" You said raising your voice.

The masked man didn't think of you as frightening whatsoever. He could see past the tone of your voice that you were actually scared shitless. With your hands cuffed, it's not like you could actually be an aposing threat.

If anything, he found it funny that you were trying so hard. His eyes then traced your body, your legs were definitely your best quality.

So soft looking and silky smooth. He enjoyed the way your pencil skirt hugged your curves just right. The top button to your blouse had warn out and popped off over time. Now giving him the perfect view of your cleavage.

"My goodness, could you stop pretending for a second? I can just tell that you don't love him... doesn't take a therapist to see that. Do you not like to make it a big deal, or is it just him?"

"Fuck you... what would you know about marriage? You don't seem like the relationship type of guy anyway..." You said now feeling embarrassed. He was completely right. Your marriage was a lie, you couldn't even believe that you agreed to such contract after you took pride in not wanting to be married for years.

The thought of having that shiny rock on your finger is what made you romanticize the proposal. In reality you feld ignored, like a stranger in your own home.

He then lifted your head by your chin with his finger. You looked up at him, feeling yourself melt on the inside. "Don't look down now, just say you don't love him... I bet you want to feel the connection of a real man, don't you?"

You could never get yourself to admit it out loud that you didn't love your husband. You decided to live in delusion for so long that you forgotten how you truly feel.

He took his hand away from your chin and sighed deeply while stretching. His hips moving forward to give him a more relaxed posture.

Your mind couldn't keep straight. With his cocky attitude and voice, you couldn't keep up the act any longer. He has to know what he's doing, sitting in front of you like this. Calling you all sorts of names, softening his tone while speaking to you.-

You glanced down to his crotch area. He had so many things on his body, making him look like a solider. Not one bit of skin was shown, and that alone was giving you material to work off with in your mind.

You would pay any amount of money to see what was underneath.

"Pick up your jaw there sweetheart, your husband wouldn't appreciate you looking at another man the way you are..." He said with a sly tone.

You snapped out of your trance and looked up at him, you could tell he had a grin on his face.

"Wh-what? I wasn't looking..." You said trying to act natural but clearly failed to.

"Yeah? Then why are you so nervous... hmp, I say..." He got up from the chair, pushing it to the back of the room. "If I was your husband, you wouldn't even think about drooling over the cock of another man..."

With those words he then walked back upstairs. You watched him as your thighs clenched. Fuck... you hoped he could come back, you couldn't shake this feeling of desire for him.

Your sitting in this room, turned on by a person you can't even see the real face of.

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"He's still not talkin' is he? His wife was right... he sure is a stubborn fuck..."

"Exactly, to think taking her hostage was going to push things along, he clearly doesn't care about her. Have you spoken to her yet?"

"I did last night... she's perfectly fine down there... although she might be cold, so give her a blanket or two... in the meantime, I'll go keep her company..."

You laid on the floor staring at the piped ceiling when you heard a conversation take place above you. Maybe he was coming back down to see you? You sat upwards and watched the door, seeing the light from upstairs beam through.

As you expected, a man walked downstairs with heavy steps. Your eyes widened in joy once you saw him. He took off his helmet and fixed his mask. Soon meeting eyes with you, seeing your expression.

"Look at you getting excited like a puppy... you must be happy to see me, yeah?" He asked positioning the chair in front of you once more.

"I'm not getting excited..." You said rolling your eyes.

"Awe at this point you're going to hurt my feelings, I should just leave you down here again shouldn't I..." He said pretending to get up again.

"No Wait!-"

He smriked and sat back down, staring down at you waiting for you to finish.

"Yes darlin'? You have something to say to me?" He asked already having a good guess on what you were going to respond with.

"I was thinking last night... and, you're right... I don't love him." You spoke lowly.

"Awe, well baby I already knew that, I just wanted to hear you fix those pretty lips of yours to say it..."

You pressed your lips together feeling flattered that he would even say such a thing.

"So what now then? I already said it... did you just want me to gas your ego by proving your assumption right?" You asked in a whing tone.

He pulled the chair closer to you, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He stared down at you and held his hand out, caressing your cheek.

"What now? I presume that you were expecting to get something out of this, hm? Go head and tell me then sweetheart, so i can know exactly what you want..." His touch was like lava. Heat radiated from your skin as you pressed your cheek into his glove shamefully enjoying the small amount of touch.

"I... I want..." You whimpered shaking the cuffs again. You were trying to fight against the creeping urge to touch yourself but couldn't. You hated being so restricted.

You needed to touch yourself. The twitching of your clit was killing you. If only you could show him what you wanted, rather than telling.

He took note of your whimpers. A smirk creeping over his clothed face.

"Want what? Say it for me baby..." He responded, continuing to egg you on in a teasing manner.

"Please can you let me out? I can't do this anymore- pleasee~" You begged in a high tone.

"Really? Have some shame, look at you, begging... it's quite pathetic... but sweetheart, I can't fulfill your requests if you don't tell me... believe me, I'm aching to shove my fat cock inside that tight little cunt of yours, but I can't do that..." His hand wrapped around your throat, speaking into your ear gently. "If you don't stress to me about how much you want- no... how much you need it..."

Your mouth was watering at this point. All you had to do was speak up and tell him, but you really wanted him to take advantage of you. Use you like the toy you've always wanted to be.

He had the perfect opportunity to do so, with you being cuffed up still. It's not like you could fight back. It's not like you wanted to fight back.

"What's it going to be? Do you want to keep siting there with your panties soaking by every second we spend ignoring the real reason I'm here? Or, do you want me to fuck you senseless, with your permission of course... unless you want to me slut you out for the night- fucking buckets of my semen inside of you, possibly impregnating you with my baby?, either way I'll be satisfied."

"I want- I want to be your whore... please I desperately need you to fuck me... use me like I'm a bitch in heat... I'm so tired of clenching my pussy around nothing..."

"Hmp... that's all I needed to hear."

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Simon had a firm grip on the back of your head, forcing his cock in and out of your throat while the other held onto the sturdy pole that was next to you.

Tears built up in your eyes as you stared up at him. His groans loud and vocal, echoing throughout the lackluster room. You lifted your hands placing them on the band of his pants for support.

"Mffhpp~ oghhfp!"

"What was that my little fuck toy? Can't really hear you over the sound of me using you as a personal fleshlight, do you need a second to breath? Let me know princess..."

"Ffppahhh hngghhh-!"

He groaned pulling his hips back, you sighed heavily now breathing through your mouth. Simon looked down at you once more, pressing his cock head on your cheek waiting for you to give him the 'okay' to continue.

The cold air making him slightly moan after being stuffed away in your mouth for so long.

"Are you aright baby? Please tell me if I'm being too rough..."

"*haah~ haaf* It's fine- please don't stop-" You heavily gasped sticking your tongue out, opening your mouth wide.

"You fuckin' whore... as you wish my darlin'."

He pulled your hair slightly, keeping your head at an angle as he thrusted his hips into your throat.

You placed your hands on your throat, feeling the lump grow and shrink matching the speed of his thrusts. He moaned throwing his head back as you massaged your throat, making the experience more pleasurable for him.

His thrusts were long and deep, only pulling back once your nose was met with the neatly trimmed bush that was his pubic hair.

"Such a good fucking girl~ shit... aghh I'm gonna fill your throat so fucking deep, you'll be coughing up my semen for weeks... would you like that baby?"

You nodded hummed, sending vibrations down his shaft. "Ahaah~ that's right baby..."

His hips came to an abrupt stop to draw out time from his window to finish. You whimpered placing your hands around the base of his shaft. Now sucking his tip with the widen of your tongue. Teasing his frenulim with just the very end of your tongue.

He watched you with a grin behind his mask, he made sure to keep your hair out of your face to not distract you from pleasing him. He could feel his balls tingle by every lick as he so desperately wanted to pull his orgasm forward. Your eyes staring up at him innocently as if you weren't making sloppy wet kisses up and down his shaft, lightly gliding your teeth on the veins protruding from his blush pink skin.

"I bet you haven't done any of this to your husband, hm? I say, I'm quite honored to be the first man you try this on..."

"Tell me how big it is sweetheart, I can see the struggle in your teary eyes... you can barely fit me inside, it was a miracle that I was even able to fuck that throat of yours..."

"I can't even hold it~ I need both of my hands to do so... your head is so thick, I can't wrap my whole tongue around it... so fucking huge~ my husband's is so small... I hate sucking on it... but yours- fuck I could have you in my mouth all day."

"Oh yeah? Well good for you princess... this cock belongs to you no matter of you want it to or not, fuck I can't ever pass this opportunity up... from now on I'll be the only one fucking your slutty little esophagus..."

Simon then thrusted into your mouth more forcfully. His eyes closing tightly as he clenched his jaw. You moaned onto his cock as your eyes rolled back. Your hands returning to the band on his pants.

Praises and curse words fell from his lips as he felt his knees locking in place. Simon proceeded to speak in tongue as he felt his cock burn with pleasure, now shooting his heavy sticky load into your throat. You panicked breaifly but took it with pride as you heavily breathed through your nose.

He groaned loudly, hodling your head in place. Soon watching his cock drip with excess semen. You swallowed his load with your eyes dark with lust. You looked up at him opening your mouth up again.

"More~ I want more~" You moaned heavily breathing.

"This is just the begining sweetheart, don't worry that pretty little head." He sighed heavily with a grin.

He sat in the chair again, now taking his gloves off proceeding to wrap his hand around the base of his shaft. Stroking it to get it hard again. You watched him, licking your bottom lip as if he was a piece of meat.

"Aw princess looks like I'm not hard enough, I'll tell you what... I let you out of those damn cuffs only so you can give me a show yeah? How does that sound?"

"What am I supposed to do? I haven't masturbated in front of anyone before..." You said slightly worried.

"Alright... don't worry sweetheart." Simon pulled his pants up briefly and grabbed the face covering from before, now putting it on your head and taking his mask off.

He shoved it in his pocket and began to lay soft kisses on your body, pulling at your skirt and blouse to get them off.

"Keep that on sweetheart, I know you find my mask attractive... don't ruin the surprise now... behave for me and I'll come on every inch of your body... disobey me and I'll leave you high and dry, maybe telling all of those men upstairs how easy you were to suck my cock... that would be embarrassing now wouldn't it..."

You felt his soft lips on your inner thighs. You moaned draping them over his shoulder, he chucked grabbing the keys to your cuffs out of his spare pocket and unlocked them.

Your arms fell to your sides, now placed on the cold floor keeping you sitting up straight. You moaned loudly once you felt a long lick on your clit, followed with a thumb pressing on the bundle of nerves.

"Would you look at that... I was right, your soaking wet... your cunt is just dripping on the floor? And your panties... call me a pervert but you definitely aren't getting these back..."

Simon then popped his finger in his mouth, tasking your delicious juices and smirking to himself.

"You taste amazing... such a pretty pussy you have there too... I can't wait to ruin it with my babies, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes~ please can't you just fuck me now?" You whined bucking your hips slightly.

"Awe baby... hold on, don't be so greedy now... I'm going to sit back down in my chair, and you be a good girl by putting your fingers to use... have you squirted before baby?"

"No..."

"Don't worry, I'll fix that..." He said before getting up and sitting down again.

He pulled his cock out waiting for you to do anything that could get him started. Truth was, by simply staring at you and imagining the smell of your panties, his cock was growing by the second.

You were nervous to even continue. You knew he was looking at you, calculating your every move. You didn't want to disappoint even of this was out of your comfort zone. The embaressment you felt only made you wetter.

You sighed and turned around on all fours. Arching your back allowing your lower half to be on full display. Your face on the cold concrete.

"Fuck- the things I'd do to fuck that pretty asshole... have you ever had someone fuck your ass before baby?"

"N-no~ ahhh-" You spoke soon moaning as you penetrated the spongey insides that was your walls with a single finger.

Simon spit on his hand as makeshift lubricant. He then held his shaft at the base, stroking up and down only to stop with a firm squeeze on his tip. He watched the cloudy stream of pre-cum drip down his head.

You continued to moan as you pushed in another finger, now pumping them in and out in a consistent rythem. Your vagina began to clench around your digits, producing clear liquid coating your lips and clit.

"So fucking wet... you by far have the most prettiest cunt I've seen... I want to fuck it until it's red... how does it feel to have some stranger stroke his cock to you? Does it make you feel more confident in being a slut?"

Hahh~ uhhh... mmm fuck~ y-yes- nghh..." You whimpered arching your back more deeply and swaying your hips side to side.

"God fuck- I'm trying to have some composure here but you just keep tempting me... I want to be balls deep inside you..."

The sticky wet sounds of your vagina filled the room sounding like music to Simon's ears. He then began to fuck his hand imagining that it was you. He watched your delicate fingers wrap around your clit, twisting it and applying pressure. You screamed louder before placing your free hand on your mouth to muffle your moans.

What if everyone upstairs heard you? Oh shit, what if your husband hears you?

"Ahh I need- I need you so bad... pleasee?" You whined turning over on your back, spreading your legs wide and playing with your clit.

"I need you too princess, fuck- keep being a good girl and I'll do whatever you want me too... I appreciate how honest you're being now- I don't have to encourage you to say you want to fuck me..."

"Mmm please please please- oh my fucking god- I want to fuck you so bad it hurts..." You whimpered curling your fingers deeper inside you.

"Oh yeah I know you do, just by the sounds of your pussy I can tell... I want to fuck you- put you in so many positions... force your head down to the floor as I pound into you- my balls slapping against that pretty clit-"

"What else do you wanna do to me? Don't stop now my fingers are drowning in my pussy right now~"

Simon gasped loudly as he used his other hand to massage his heavy balls. Pressing his thumb and index finger on the extra skin that laid in the middle.

"Hahh~ aghh, fuck... I want to put you into a fucking mating press and breed you- I want you to ride my face as I have a knife to your stomach, dragging it on your skin everytime you inch closer to orgasm."

"Ahhh yess~ mmm, why put it to my stomach when you can have it on my thigh? Do you know what I want you to do with that knife? Haahhf.~"

"What is it baby- tell me as I stroke my fat cock-"

"I want you to break the skin on my thighs marking your territory- fuck~ you can even carve your name into them... I want my husband to know that I belong to another.~"

His hand pumped faster, he built up saliva in his mouth only to spit it onto his head, rubbing it with his right hand while still using his left to massage his balls.

His cock head twitched and allowed a stream of come to spill out. He sighed heavily, fucking his hand once more while watching you.

"Sounds like fucking heaven, don't threaten me with a good time princess... I'll mark you with more than just my name.~"

Simon groaned loudly as he took his hands away from himself. He grabbed your wrists pulling you to his body, he pushed you back around, forcing your naked body to the cold floor. You squirmed under his heavy build only to have his hand around your throat receiving a tight squeeze.

"Stop fucking squirming... I need to fuck you now, I don't care if it hurts- I'm gonna fuck you however I want to got it? You're nothing but a fucking toy to me- you hear me princess?"

Simon then put his mask back on, then proceeded to pull your face covering off and place his hand on the ground, using the other to hold you down in place.

"Look forward until I say otherwise you fucking whore." He growled into your ear before sliding his cock inside you with ease.

Your sensitive walls pulling him inside, making him moan in your ear. You bit your lip as Simon pulled your left arm behind your back and lifted your hips from the concrete, now keeping your body into a slope easy for him to thrust into.

You moaned as he began to forcfully thrust not giving you any time to get used to his thicker size. You whined trying to get out of his grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll only be able to get off to the feeling of my veiny cock inside that cunt- I don't give a fuck if it's too big for you, get used to it baby~"

"It hurts~ but feels so fucking good- I don't know if I want you to slow down or fuck me harder.~"

He deeply chuckled as he dragged out his thrusts forcing cream to form at the base of his cock. He groaned watching how easily your vagina willingly bent to what he was doing, your walls clenching onto him repeatedly as he tried to be slow just to tease you.

He played with your ass cheeks and spread them, now lifting his mask slightly so he could spit once more.

Your body jolted as you felt the wet drip of spit followed by his thumb teasing the entrance of your tight hole.

"Fuck it's so pretty- every hole is going to be full- for now I'll just use my thumb though, I don't want to miss any second of your cunt pulling me in so snuggly..."

You whimpered throwing your head back. Simon's full bodyweight was now on top of you, keeping you in place as he rutted his hips into you. He groaned wrapping his arm around your throat, keeping you into a headlock as he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"Fuck such a naughty girl- I bet you enjoy every moment of this yeah? Such a slut..."

"I love it~ don't fucking stop- keep fucking me... choke me harder- ahhh uhhhh~ I feel like I'm gonna come.~" You moaned clenching your walls and squeezing your thighs together, making yourself feel tighter to him.

"Mhm~ keep taking me in so well baby- your really working for that creampie aren't you? My well behaved slut... you want my seed?"

"Uhuhhh~ yes- yes- yes- yes~nghh...YES! I want it- I want every fucking drop.~" You begged with tears building up in your eyes.

"Awe you're crying? It feels that fucking good doesn't it baby?" He asked holding your jaw tightly with his hand.

You nodded letting the tears fall as you slammed your hands on the concrete needing a different way to let go of all of the pleasure you were receiving.

With each thrust your clit grinded against the cold floor. You moaned rolling your eyes to the back of your head whimpering louder.

"You're such a good little whore for me baby~ where do you want it princess? I'm gonna fucking come.-"

"Do it anywhere- aghhh I'm gonna come too- please can we finish together~?" You asked attempting to hold your moans back.

Simon pulled out of you briefly and sat down, pulling you up from the ground throwing you onto his lap like you were some sort of ragdoll. He positioned your hips over his erection and forced you down. Hissing at the feeling of your walls at a different angle.

You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning in his ear and holding his head in your arms. Tears fully steaming down your face.

"Fuck~ just like that- haaahh~ YES YES AGHHH.~"

"You belong to me- your my fucking slut- next time we do this~ FUCK- I'll mark you to fucking prove it.~"

"Uhhhhh uhh mmm okay!~ don't stop using me- I'm yours- I belong to you- I'm your object.~"

Simon pulled his mask up halfway and kissed your neck forcfully making bites to break your skin. You moaned throwing your head back and placed your hands on his knees, now bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Awe you belong to me baby? Even when you have a husband? Some wife you are- Aghh shit- here it comes baby- you ready to feel my load inside you again?"

You nodded not having the compacity to respond out loud. You grinded your hips back and fourth feeling his cock head penetrate deep within you. You moaned throwing your head back feeling the knot burst I'm your stomach, your nipples tingling feeling the nonstop pleasure rushing through every inch of your body.

Simon moaned loudly and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and sucked on your nipples as he felt his balls also tingle as he emptied his thick load into you.

You whimpered feeling his tongue around your nipple and moaned loudly feeling the excitement from your high slowly drip out of you.

"Hahh~ Haahh~ fuck... you feel so good~ I don't want to pull out yet..."

"You don't have to- my pussy is practically in love with how your fat cock feels.~"

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An Overgrown Puppy

Cerberus

It's really lonely down here.

I understand that most people are scared of a giant dog with three heads, especially when it's as loud as I am, but I don't mean them any harm. I can't help that I get excited easily.

Of course, when they start calling me names, that makes me angry. I suppose that's why I'm in this cavern in the first place: too much destruction on my part.

Still, it would be nice to have someone that wasn't afraid of me.

"Look, there's flowers bloomin' all over the place!"

As much as I want to begin jumping for joy, I must remain calm. The last set of people that came down here wanted to hurt me. I ended up with a couple meals out of the ordeal, but I wouldn't want to go through that experience again. For one, they tasted rather vile. It took me ages to get that out of my mouth, and even with that I can still taste them sometimes when I burp. It's rather annoying.

"Look how pretty we are..."

Oh no. Not the flowers.

Instinctively, I close all six of my eyes. If I can't see them, they can't tempt me, and my mind can remain clear.

Oh for fuck's sake!

That's not my voice. It doesn't belong to the other two heads, either. No, this belongs to someone else entirely.

This was meant to be a solo venture, but nooo. The brothers just HAD to tag along and make this more difficult for me. As it is, I doubt this creature is going to submit to me, anyway. I don't have anything it wants, but somehow Barbatos is convinced that I do.

Barbatos? They know him?

I like him. Unfortunately, he's too busy to take care of me properly, but he at least seemed sad to have to lock me away like this. Still, orders are orders; while the prince is a lot kinder than the king, he still has to worry about the fate of his people, and I've done too much damage to justify me continuing to walk free unsupervised.

Footsteps.

The flowers are still murmuring, so it's not safe for me to open my eyes and see who it is.

Oh. It's you. Hello, Cerberus.

Why are they acting like they know me?

They smell familiar.

Don't be ridiculous. We've never even met them before.

Listen, I know my scents, and I'm telling you, I recognize this one.

Here we go again. My left and right head arguing again. It doesn't help that one can see into the past while the other one into the future. Makes for way too many philosophical conversations that frankly give me a headache.

Then again, they do make sense sometimes. Like right now.

Let him sniff them.

Thankfully, the flowers shut up at this point, so I can finally open my eyes and see this person for myself. They're rather small. Maybe they would make a good appetizer, but chances are, they wouldn't fill me up, so there's no point in even trying.

The being before me extends their hand out towards me, and I lean down low enough so that my right head can sniff it.

MC! I knew it was you!

What's a person from the future doing here? Don't they know that their presence is going to change the timeline completely? They won't be able to return to the same place that they left.

That's a risk I was willing to take.

They can hear us?

I'm a little surprised myself. I thought our connection would be nonexistent here, but I guess you still know who I am. At least, part of you does.

I most certainly do! You give some of the BEST belly rubs and treats ever! Plus, you always come and soothe me whenever I can't sleep. I've missed you SO much, MC. It just isn't the same without you.

Please tell me they don't end up abandoning us. The idea of a good belly rub does sound nice.

No, no, nothing like that. In the timeline that I come from, you're primarily someone else's. I just help take care of you whenever I swing by to visit.

Oh, PLEASE! You're more than a mere caretaker. You're like my adoptive parent at this point. If I knew I wouldn't scare people up in the human world, I'm SURE we'd spend more time together, but as of right now, that simply isn't possible.

I can sort of follow along with the idea this MC being a human and yet appearing like a demon in this moment, but what I don't understand is this: if they don't end up being my owner, then who does?

This guy.

I totally didn't see him walk in. He's rather imposing with his wings spread out like that.

LUCI!!!

"Luci"?

It's short for Lucifer.

"Zephyr, what exactly is going on?" Lucifer asks, frustration evident in his voice. "Why are all of you down here in the first place? This isn't a safe place for you to be in. At all."

"Well, I came under Barbatos' instructions. Can't say the same about your brothers."

"Bullshit."

"You are more then welcome to talk to Barbatos yourself if you don't believe me, but I'm telling you the truth."

"Then why didn't you tell them to go home?"

"Because Mammon wanted to do something that would cause the other demons to finally shut up. He's tired of you all being treated like shit simply because you used to be angels." Lucifer slowly blinks in shock. "Believe me, I had every intention of sending them away, but I also wasn't about to argue with Mammon when he's that passionate about wanting to improve your situation here in the Devildom."

Six more demons appear, but they hover around the entrance, too afraid to step inside. Lucifer turns his head and looks straight at me, appearing deep in thought. It's clear that he's not the same person that my right head recognizes. Not because of his appearance, but rather his personality. He seems way too cold and rigid to love an animal.

Then again, I've heard that sometimes, those that appear that way end up being the ones that care about others the most. Maybe he's just putting up a emotional barrier at the moment, and he'll open up eventually.

"I suppose there's not room for him at your place, is there?" Lucifer finally sighs, maintaining eye contact with me.

"Unfortunately, no," MC/Zephyr answers. "And I don't want him wandering the woods by himself. He could get hurt." Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I really don't want to do this, but he seems rather attached to you, and it would be cruel to leave him here without knowing if and when he can see you again." He pauses. "He can stay at the House of Lamentation with us, but he's your responsibility, Zephyr. I don't want to hear you complain about having to take care of him, and you're certainly not going to push him onto one of us. If you can't manage that and still complete your duties as our attendant, then I'll have no choice but to put him back in here." MC/Zephyr nods their head.

"Understood." There's a slight glint in their eye, but either Lucifer doesn't notice it or is simply choosing not to comment on it.

It doesn't really matter in any case, because I'm about to be free of this cave! Oh, to breathe fresh air again!

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me cerberus #obey me mc #obey me lucifer

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forever-rogue · 11 months

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Hi lovely, idk if you're still taking requests from Joel but in case you are, something with the prompt “If we’re both single next Halloween, you’re allowed to put a curse on me." perhaps?

Probably a little costume party in Jackson, whatever you want. Thank you <3

AN | Okay, but this is sweet, Halloween-y goodness💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Mild Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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One Year Ago

You spotted him standing near the door, seemingly camped out near the punch bowl with a cup in hand and an unreadable expression. You turned to May and Daisy, excusing yourself as you made your way over to him.

At first Joel didn't even look your way, pointedly keeping his gaze away from you and everyone else. You definitely weren't having that.

"Joel Miller," your voice was honey sweet as you stopped in front of him, a soft smile on your face. He seemed to stiffen for a moment before allowing himself to look at you, "are you just going to stand here all night and scowl at everything?"

"I am not scowling," he huffed, waving a hand as if to prove his point. You rocked back and forth on your heels and looked at him expectantly, "and I haven't just been standing here."

"Hmm…" you helped yourself to a fresh cup of punch and sipped on it slowly, "kinda seems like what you've been doing, honey."

Honey. He could have died and gone to heaven from how sweet your voice sounded. And yet you had no clue as to the effect you had on him.

"I'm just…I didn't really want to be here," he allowed himself to meet your eyes and instead of finding any sort of judgment, he found nothing but curiosity, "but, ugh, I kinda felt forced to be here. So."

"So," you teased gently, "let me guess, Tommy and Ellie?"

"Naturally," he sighed lightly as you giggled softly. It really might have been his favorite sound in the world. It was ridiculous how addicted he was to everything you did, "I realize I'm a downer…I was just getting ready to leave."

"You're not a downer," you put your hand on his forearm and gave him a gentle squeeze, "parties aren't for everyone. Honestly, I don't like them most of the time either but it's my favorite holiday so I couldn't say no."

"Halloween is your favorite holiday?" He quirked a brow at that as you nodded eagerly, "tell me why I am not surprised in the slightest."

"It is very predictable, isn't it?" You gestured to your body - you had gone all out with your witch costume. You looked insanely good but somehow he doubted that you knew that - which was ludicrous by the way. He swallowed thickly as he tried to keep his mind from going directly into the gutter, "have I bewitched you?"

Joel couldn't hold back his snort of amusement as you beamed at him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of a good comeback. Unfortunately he found none and ended up blurring out, "pretty! You look pretty."

"Oh," your entire face flushed with warmth as you bit your lip and looked away for a moment, "what are you supposed to be? Weird guy at a party?"

"Something like that," he was dressed in regular clothes. Just because Ellie made him come didn't mean he was going to dress up.

"Well, whatever you want to call it, you still look handsome," you weren't sure what possessed you to be so bold but you just had to throw it out, "you're a catch, Miller. Even if no one else sees it. Don't even know how you're still single."

"Alright, alright," his cheeks tinged a pretty shade of pink as you nudged him with your elbow, "you can calm down and don't need to flatter me."

"It's not flattery if it's true-"

"Well then, what's your excuse for still being single?"

"I dunno," you tapped your lip thoughtfully, confidence and excitement flooding your veins, "maybe the right one just hasn't shown up yet. Or they're...afraid. who knows."

"How about this little witch," he tapped the edge of your hat, "if we're both still single next Halloween, you can put a curse on me."

"Is that a promise?" You asked as he nodded. You held up your pinkie and gave him a thoughtful look, "better make it a pinkie promise so we know it's real."

"You've got yourself a deal," he hooked his finger around yours, the two of you grinning at each other like fools, "and we'll see what happened next Halloween."

"You're on, Miller. So on."

Next Halloween couldn't come fast enough.

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Present Day

The past year has gone by in a blur. It was hard to believe that Halloween had already happened a year ago. It was even harder to believe that Joel was still single…to your knowledge anyway. You were going to be confirming that soon enough.

The two of you were good friends and often spent time together but the past few months had felt…different. You weren't sure quite how to put it into words but it was different - different but good. You thought he might have been flirting with you but it was hard to tell, Joel was a tough nut to crack after all, and you didn't want to be presumptuous either. Imagining how foolish you would have looked if you made a move on him and he didn't feel the same way was enough to put the idea out of your head.

Instead you were set on enjoying his company and let things happen as happened. But then you remembered - it was Halloween. A whole year since you'd made your little bet with Joel. Which meant…something was going to change between the two of you. One way or another, you knew that something was going to happen.

You were planning on going over to Joel's house to see what he was up to, but he definitely beat you to the punch. It came in the form of loud, rhythmic knocking on your front door. It was with a huff as you ran down the stairs, half in your costume.

"Hello?" You were breathless when you answered the door, still deciding on if you were going to chastise whoever was it was or welcome them into your home.

"Hi," and there stood Joel Miller, smug little smile on his face and arms crossed over his chest. The man was dressed as a cowboy and for some reason that was doing something for you.

"Joel," his name was breathy off your lips as you tried not to stare at him too intently. You knew that man could read you like a book, "what are you doing here?"

"Came to see my favorite little witch," he looked you up and down, amused by your current state of dress - or lack thereof. Your entire face felt like it was on fire as you shifted to attempt to cover up your top half. You were only in a bra with a sheer layer on top, "wanted to see if you needed any help with anything."

"I, ugh, umm…sure?" You weren't sure what you needed help with but you definitely didn't want to let him leave. Not yet and not if he went somewhere else and other women got to oogle him. You stepped aside and motioned for him to come in, "I'm sure there's…something."

The man trailed after you, closing the door sharply as he leaned against it. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just continued his quiet and calm stare down. You swore that man could see right into your soul and knew all of your deepest and darkest secrets. You swallowed thickly as you waited with baited breath for what he had to say, "you remember last Halloween?"

"Of course I do," as if you could even forget that night, "what about it?"

"Aren't you going to ask me?"

"Ask what?"

"Don't play coy with me, sweetheart," ugh. Why did he have to sound like that when he called you such sweet things? It should have been illegal, "ask me."

"Are you, Joel Miller…single?" Your heart skipped a few beats as you waited for his response. You were almost positive you knew his answer but still - you could never be positive. He came a step closer and left a much smaller gap between the two of you. You could smell the hints of his soap and aftershave and it sent shivers down your spine.

"I am," he admitted softly, the corners of his mouth ticking up in a smile, "but I think that I don't want to be. So I guess depending on your next answer, mine might change."

Butterflies exploded in your tummy as you tried to read between the lines. Not that that was incredibly hard but you never knew.

"W-what is your next question?" Your voice sounded small as you found it hard to meet his pretty brown eyes. Joel reached over and gently put his finger under your chin and turned your face up to his. His touch was so tender that you almost melted, "Joel?"

"May I kiss you?"

Yeah…you'd been expecting that and not expecting it at all. You allowed yourself to meet his eyes, trying to make sure you'd heard him correctly. Judging from the look on his face, you'd definitely heard correctly. You nodded in response, not trusting your voice at all.

"Need to hear you say it, sweetheart…"

"Yes," you moved closer, "please kiss me."

It took Joel a moment to close the small space remaining between your bodies. One hand settled on your waist while the other cupped your cheek. He pulled you into him and then softly and slowly kissed you.

It wasn't much at first, a gentle and tentative testing of the waters to make sure you were both on the same page. When you realized, in a moment of bliss, that you both desperately wanted this, you went all in. Kissing Joel felt like nothing you'd ever experienced before you and you couldn't help but want more, more, more. When Joel answered your call with just as much hunger and intensity, you knew this was it.

Both of you refused to pull away until you were desperately in need of air. For two people that had just been incredibly bold, you were both looking at each other shyly.

"Are you single?" He asked you in between a few more kisses, craving the touch and taste of your lips.

"Mhmm," you hummed back contentedly, "but I don't wanna be."

"What do you want then, sweetheart?" He had to be doing this on purpose. But as much as you wanted to say it, he needed to hear it. Needed to know that he wasn't just crazy and imagining all the feelings that had been flowing between the two of you.

"You," you whispered against his lips, "I want you, Joel."

"You have me," he promised as you relaxed and let yourself melt into him completely, "have since I met you."

"Oh. Oh," your eyes grew wide as he took your face in his hands, thumb brushing over your cheek, "its been a long time."

"Yeah," he agreed, "it has been."

"I-I've liked you too," you admitted sheepishly, "for a long time. I've just never…none if you felt the same."

"And here I was thinking that I was being so obvious," he tutted softly, "I'll have to try and be more clear in my intentions. If you'll let me."

"Mhmm," every part of your body felt like it was on fire, "I'd like that."

"Good," he beamed at you before pressing kisses to your forehead, cheeks and stopping at your lips, "what do you say we go to that Halloween party tonight? Together?"

"I'd love to," you could barely contain your giggles as he scooped you up and started to carry you upstairs, "what are you doing?"

"Going to help you finish getting ready," he grinned at you, "among other things. Plus I'm the only one that gets to see you like this, yeah?"

"Yes," you were excited at the prospect of everything that was to come. Everything felt like it was starting to come up roses. Who would have thought that one silly little Halloween promise would have led to all of this? Best Halloween ever - well maybe with the exception of what to come tonight, "yes."

"Happy Halloween, sweetheart."

"Happy Halloween, Joel."

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou

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justjesse116 · 2 months

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Yooo, eeeextra long, kinda rambly dabihawks post incoming. I talk a fair bit about myself, because that's where my experiences come from, shocker there. God speed.

Woooooof here I am being extra emo about dabihawks tonight, so sit back and pull up a chair while I make good on outlining exactly what my main malfunction is concerning them, for the 3 people that care. One ticket to sad bitch island, population: me.

So I'm beginning this by saying; no this is not about canon dabihawks, I do in fact think those bitches are not good for each other from what I've seen, HOWEVER. I tend to look at things as they could be, not as they are, and the potential here is just ridiculous.

Source? Me. And people I know. And what I mean by that is I've lived as close to Dabi's life as I feel anyone is going to get without turning into a real life murderer, and I know plenty of people (myself included) who share plenty of attributes, aspirations etc with Hawks as well.

And I know, I know, they're fictional characters and there's no way anyone can pin down who they truly are, but I guess that's kind of my point. There's just enough suspension of disbelief that you could explain away pretty much anything, but that's true for most fanon pairings, and not my point.

SO. Onto my main point.

..........Human nature.

I hate to get all psychological but STAY WITH ME. As long as I can remember I've been very independent, the "I don't need anybody" type, because life had so thoroughly kicked the shit out of me that I was downright afraid of human connection because it always ended badly and I was always so hurt by it. Well now, later in life, and a couple diagnosis later, not only can I better sus out which relationships are worth pursuing, but I can understand what I'm looking for from other people and how to get it. And do you know what it is that I want now, no matter the cost to myself? Yessir, it's love, as fucking cringe as that is for me to say. Who saw that coming, eh?

There was a meme of sorts another user posted on Tumblr of the LOV and what they all wanted most as tweets or something, and someone else edited it(?) to have all of their reasons just say 'LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME', and that lives rent free in my fucking head.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it turns out love is, in fact, the answer.......(*soft gag*) Shit do I hate to admit that.

SO ALL OF THAT TO SAY.

Dabi and Hawks understand at least broadly what the other has gone through, so they would at least have a vague understanding of one another from that. People underestimate the power of empathy.

I'm gonna be kinda toxic here and say I'm at a point in my life where I need a partner to argue with. I need to bicker, and I also do NOT need to be surrounded by yes men, I need someone to call me on my bullshit, and I feel like they would truly be like that together. Going along with the understanding, I feel like they're very well suited to holding the other accountable.

Their chemistry in my mind is undeniable. I'm a red/blue pairing bitch, I have no defense for that one.

And I'm not gonna lie, at this point I'm having a very difficult time articulating what other reasons I have beyond projection, so perhaps I'm full of shit??

There's the ever constant popular trope of both their relationships with Endeavor complicating things, their quirks being incompatible, the, you know, literal backstabbing etc, but for my purposes that's all neither here nor there. Because there is something about their relationship, both as it is and what it could be, that makes me half feral. It's The Good Shit™.

Yet again, all this to say that I truly believe despite Dabi's villainous tendencies and Hawks' position as the No. 2 hero, at some point both of those shits are going to be mighty sore for a similar connection, and I truly believe they are best suited for one another.

#it took a literal month but I did it *finger guns*#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #dabi #todoroki touya #mha hawks #bnha hawks #takami keigo #mha meta #bnha meta #dabihawks #hotwings #lov #league of villains

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shyvien · 11 months

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Here are 100 random quotes from Asmodeus!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)

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“Oh, my ♡ MC, you little minx! Are you trying to show off my lovely legs to the entire Devildom?”

“But the question is whether you really mean what you say. Maybe if I reach in, pull out your heart, tear it open, and have a look inside I'd know for sure?”

“Then let's stay like this. Mm... Your neck feels soft, MC…”

“I can't believe you would actually imply I was a pervert! I only wanted to give MC something pleasant to look at.”

“Anyway MC, why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes so the two of us can enjoy a nice bath together.”

“Asmo's special cutie-pie kiss! Mwah ♡”

“But now I feel alive again, sitting in here with you drinking nice, warm cocoa.”

“Yoo-hoo, little ghosties ♡ Go on, feast your eyes upon me..!”

“Ugh, it's so dark in here! I can't take it... It's just so EXCITING!”

“You must be curious to know just how wonderful a punishment can be...”

“I'd have to say I'm most afraid of... me!”

“Since you're so adorable, I'll lock you up in my own little love jail so you'll be all mine ♡ So, don't be shy. Come here, Darling.”

“Oh, be careful around my ankles, would you? Too much pressure will ruin my perfect legs.”

“I'm hopeless at this kind of stuff since I've never lifted anything heavier than a facial massager.”

“To be honest, I was hoping to drive you mad with desire! That was my eventual goal, at least...”

“Hehe. Can't move? Aww, look how good you're being! Now, you stay just like that, okay...”

“In other words, I want you to be my plaything from now on, so I'm never bored ♡”

“Ugh, I'm so dizzy..! MC’s the only one who can save frail little Princess Asmo!”

“Oh, while we're at it why not take a video? For your exclusive viewing pleasure, of course ♡”

“I mean, I suppose I could put on a little show for you...but it won't be cheap.”

“..What? Are you stupid? Is your eyesight just that bad? Do those eyes of yours even work, or are they just there for decoration?”

“You want to do whatever you can to make me happy, because I'm worth it.”

“Hehe, now look what I've done. I got so excited that I pushed you down onto your back! Sorry!”

“Help, MC! There's a demon staring at me like he's gonna eat me!”

“And that means something coming from someone as ridiculously beautiful as me. I don't really say it to anyone other than you, you know?”

“I mean, I'm adorable. Doesn't it just tickle your protective instincts?”

“You're so cute. When I look at you, I can tell what's going through your head, even if you don't actually say it. That's right.”

“I'm sorry for being so beautiful that even confinement suits me! Then again, I always knew I was fated to be the captive damsel in distress...”

“Like, first I imagine a beautiful man and a beautiful woman. And then I picture us doing ALL sorts of naughty things to each other!”

“And then they had to do the walk of shame! ♡”

“Oh, you might be right! The runny makeup look can be kind of sexy!”

“I'll go ahead and watch you. Just in case you have any trouble changing clothes.”

“Hmmm? Like what? Mammon, you'd better get your mind out of the gutter ♡”

“I mean, here I am, right next to you, still wet from my bath. You really don't feel anything?”

“I guess that means I'M GOING TO HAVE TO KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU...!”

“Ugh, I'm ready to die of boredom! So, come on! Dance for me. I can't wait to see what you can do!”

“That's our sexy Solomon ♡ See, I knew you could do it if you tried!”

“Really, you're just flowers. Listen to you bragging about how beautiful you are...it's kind of embarrassing.”

“Ooh, are you trying to figure out where WE should go on a romantic getaway?! Aw, muffin! You don't need to beat around the bush for that kind of thing! You can be honest!”

“Huh? You're my little dove from earlier, aren't you? MC, was it?”

“That's probably my pheromones ♡”

“You're the best, MC! Your dazzling smile has the power to woo every demon in the Devildom ♡”

“Whaaat, you're still alive? Well that's boring...”

“But first, I want you to know exactly what it is that threatens to rend a delicate heart such as mine to ribbons. So be sure to pay attention, love. Nothing makes me angrier than being ignored. Truly.”

“All of the eyes are on me, I charmed all of them! Just look at me! It's a sin to be this perfect!”

“Mmmfm… gonna take everyone prisoner… mm...”

“When I first heard that we'd be shooting each other with squirt guns and getting wet, I found the whole thing kind of stupid. But it also involved coming up with plans to drive your opponents into a corner and anticipating their moves... which I found pretty enjoyable.”

“If I were like Lord Diavolo, I could have any demon or human I wanted.”

“Aaaah, this is where I belong. Sitting on a throne!”

“Surely, tempting humans is what demons are all about?”

“And next time, you're welcome to be even bolder. I want your scent all over my clothes.”

“Oh my gosh! Even from behind, I am such a snack!”

“Ooh, I know exactly what you mean! It's like, you can't help but want to lie down together on a bed or a sofa and do all sorts of naughty things-“

“Butlers, you see...their services extend into the night, as well.”

“Aaah, I've never tried rope play before, but I think I like it ♡”

“That's a rather...traditional approach. I would've just seduced him.”

“There's just something nice about being completely overpowered and brought to submission like that, you know?!”

“Right now, I'm totally hooked on this exercise where I blow up balloons to strengthen my facial muscles. Do you wanna give it a try?”

“Filth? You should know that eroticism is a valid form of art.”

“I mean, I wrapped him in chains like you said, but l've got such soft, beautiful, tender hands. They aren't suited for such a rough job. Really, you should've known that…”

“Hehe. Lies are like accessories, hun.”

“But, I'd sure feel better if you came and comforted me. I mean, I'm aaaaall alone in my room right now. If you don't come over, I'll probably start crying on account of how lonely I am.”

“Let's meet in my room when the party is over. We can have our very own Valentine's Day afterparty, just the two of us ♡”

“I'm in desperate need of stimulation to my senses!”

“To think that even Mister Stiff and Serious Angel here is feeling his heart skip a beat...I love it! ♡”

“What the movie lacks is sexiness! Shall we add more revealing scenes, like me in a swimsuit?”

“...Ummm, is this some sort of joke? You look like a chicken in heat.”

“Oh, but with you it's different, MC! I only want to do your nails as an excuse to flirt ♡”

“Oh, how exciting! Better get back snug under the covers and wait for my impending arousal ♡”

“Yes, I do. I love butts!”

“It would be ideal if we were both au naturel, honestly...”

“Ahh, I feel so graceful when i'm shooting ♡”

“I left a dying message with lipstick, so you better catch the culprit!”

“Guess I'll just have to come over and shake things up for you ♪”

“See, I just knew you'd say that! Because we're obviously an extra-compatible super couple!”

“I'd love to. I'll make you look so good, you'll be drooling over yourself.”

“..No one will know if I take a single muffin, right? I'll just grab one while they're not looking. Yoink! ♡”

“Oh yeah, Satan is totally the type to start with the tongue first!”

“Look out, or I'll tear you to bits with my sharp claws!”

“Apologize? Me? I'm sorry, but I'm not quite sure why you'd want me to do that. I mean, true, I suppose an entire country was destroyed in the end, but how could I have known that would happen, hm?”

“Drastic times call for drastic measures. Step aside, boys my sexy dance is about to begin...!”

“Hehe. Trying to butter me up, are you? Tell me, what are you hoping will happen when you succeed?”

“I'm the life of the party. The eye candy, the one who makes everyone else feel better. I need to work hard, too...for the sake of my brothers!”

“Now, now, I may not be as quick to anger as the Lord of Fools, but still. If you don't do what I say, I might have to punish you…”

“By the way, your costume was really cute, MC. Just thinking about it makes my heart go pitter-patter!”

“And now I'm a demon. Which means I could charm any sorcerer, no matter how evil! I'll have him dancing in the palm of my hand!”

“Oh Solomon, THANK YOU! You're so amazing I think I'm going to swoon! I love you..!”

“A scolding? Ooh, I wouldn't mind being scolded by you, sweetie ♡”

“FYI: It's super obvious what's running through your dirty little mind right now, Mammon…”

“Brother dearest ♡ I'm sooooo thirsty! Could you get me some blood, please and thanks? ♡”

“My charm is the greatest weapon of all! I'll steal your hearts right where you stand ♡”

“Ooh, MC, are you on Devilgram and Fab Snap? Because we totally need to friend each other!”

“I mean, I suppose I could put on a little show for you… but it won't be cheap, you know? Also, I charge extra for pictures and touching.”

“Nuh-uh. I'll be the one to win that right! Prepare to be slain in style, everyone ♡”

“I'm actually quite exhausted. So, I was thinking you could hold me in your arms for a little while so I can recharge ♡”

“If you want to experience this exfoliating paradise with me, don't hesitate to join in ♪ You know I always have an open-door policy in effect for you, love ♡”

“If both of us are charging, there's going to be sparks”

“I need you to put some cream on my back for me ♡ Yes, a backrub and nothing more. If you, on the other hand, are looking for a happy ending, I'm more than ready, my dear ♡”

“Oh, is my little MC scared? Come cling to my bosom, darling. I'll make you feel aaaall better ♡”

“I'm actually going out soon, and this fastener is giving me so much trouble. I can't get it up by myself. It could really use a good tug ♪ I should mention that my back is extremely sensitive. The slightest touch, and...well let's just say it will be hard to hold back. So sorry if I get you too excited ♡”

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Number 100 is my favourite, literally makes me blush

I will be doing a part 2 for Asmo, he is just so chaotic and lovely!

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

#justice for asmodeus #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #self ship #obey me crack #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me asmo x mc #obey me canon #canon #writing prompt

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aetherstorms · 2 years

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Random Prompts From Inside My Head

"I know we've never spoken before, but I wanted to say hello."

"You can believe whatever you want, but we still exist under the same sky."

"What are you so afraid of?"

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"When you stop being an asshole, you can be really nice."

"You should do that more often."

"If you weren't such a jerk, maybe you'd have more friends."

"You're the kindest person I know."

"You're the worst person I know."

"Sometimes all it takes is believing in someone."

"Why won't you believe in me?"

"Let's go this way."

"I knew we shouldn't have gone this way."

"Well, that's pretty gross."

"Did you make this?"

"I want to grow up to be like you one day."

"You're an inspiration."

"That was a great example of what not to do."

"Are you alright?"

"This will work."

"Well that didn't work."

"That actually worked!"

"Don't put words in my mouth."

"Don't lie to me."

"I know you're there."

"I can't believe you did this."

"Trust me."

"I trusted you."

"I trust you."

"You suck."

"This blows."

"You look ridiculous."

"Is it supposed to do that?"

"What did you blow up this time?"

"Sorry. Didn't see you there."

"You always matter."

"It doesn't matter."

"Please don't do this."

"Don't leave me."

"I don't want you to go."

"I've never loved anyone before."

"I've never loved anyone like I love you."

"I'll never love again."

"So this is it?"

"I'll always care about you."

"You're not alone."

"You don't have to be alone."

"It's okay to be scared."

"You don't need to be scared."

"I'll protect you."

"I'll protect all of us."

"I know you'll keep us safe."

"I can't believe you."

"I don't believe you."

"I believe you."

"Do you love me?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"You mean everything to me."

"I know you said you didn't want a pet, but..."

"I know you said you didn't want kids, but..."

"I never wanted this."

"I didn't ask for this."

"Stop being so serious."

"Why can't you just be serious?"

"I won't make that mistake again."

"This was a mistake."

"This is beautiful, isn't it?"

"You're beautiful."

"That's beautiful."

"Was that you I heard?"

"You're sure handy to have around."

"Thank you for being a part of my life."

"I'm so glad I know you."

"Thank you for everything."

"Explosions make everything better."

"They're coming!"

"We need to run!"

"I need to ask a favor."

"So about that favor..."

"You owe me."

"I owe you."

"Did you see that?"

"What was that?"

"I see what you did there."

"Are you sure about this?"

"I'm not sure about this."

"I guess this is goodbye."

"I don't want to say goodbye."

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writtenjewels · 7 months

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Summer part 5

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Since it was his first year as the town's farmer, Jason figured he should make an appearance at the summer potluck. It would give him a chance to socialize with the other villagers, and he'd get some good food in the bargain. He even decided to bring something to the potluck. Jason didn't have the time to cook anything, but he could manage fresh eggs and milk.

The town square was transformed into an outdoor buffet. Long tables were laid out, with chairs for the attendants and one holding all the food. Jason added his milk and eggs to the offerings before going to chat with the locals.

“Hey, Jason!” Nick waved. He ran the general store and sold Jason all his seeds, so the two had gotten to know each other very well over the months. “Glad you could make it!”

“Wouldn't miss it, man. You close the store for the day?”

“Yeah, I didn't want to miss this. Be sure to get some green bean casserole.”

“That what you brought?” Jason guessed.

“It's a family recipe,” Nick confirmed.

Jason chatted with a few other residents. He didn't realize he was looking for Salim until he found the guy talking with the local doctor. Salim happened to turn his gaze away in time to catch Jason's eye. A smile lit up the man's face. He pointed to one of the empty seats and raised his eyebrows; Jason gave him a nod. As if he would say no to hanging out with Salim.

“It seems we're both out of uniform today, my friend,” Salim remarked once they both filled their plates with food. It was true: Salim wasn't in his cafe outfit for once. The T-shirt he wore instead was decorated in tropical flowers. Somehow he made it look good. “I was beginning to think that hat was glued on your head,” Salim added teasingly.

“Fuck off, asshole,” Jason retorted, keeping his tone light. Salim laughed, his expression warming. A little sunburn was worth it to have Salim smile at Jason like that. “What'd you make for this thing, anyway?”

“I didn't bring anything except a hungry belly. Everyone else is taking a day off from their work, and I thought I should do the same.”

“Makes sense,” Jason agreed. “I see you got the milk I brought,” he added.

“I like everything you bring from your farm,” Salim replied. It was a pretty innocuous comment, and yet it made Jason's heart beat a little faster.

It was a little ridiculous how he reacted to this guy. What the hell was he getting flustered for? He and Salim were friends; they complimented each other before. Jason pushed it aside and focused on enjoying the food and company. He and Salim passed jokes and teasing back and forth while they ate. It was the longest they got to sit down and talk since they met. They had a friendly argument about books (Jason didn't read much) that carried them into the evening.

“Back to work tomorrow, I guess,” Jason sighed.

“I'm afraid so.” Salim flashed him an amused smile. “Don't act like you don't love it.”

“I do,” Jason confessed. “When I moved here, I sure wasn't expectin' to make much of farm life. But it's been really great.”

“I know what you mean,” Salim nodded. “Being here has been good for me, too.” It wasn't the first time they both hinted at deeper reasons for being here.

“Attention, everyone!” the mayor called. “We are closing the square for the evening. Thank you all for coming and bringing so many delicious foods! Don't forget to take any dishware back with you!”

“Well...” Jason suddenly felt awkward. “Good night.”

“Good night, Jason,” Salim returned. “I'll see you tomorrow.” Something about how confident Salim was that Jason would stop by the cafe made Jason smile.

“Definitely.”

#jason/salim #jalim #jason x salim #jason kolchek x salim othman #salim othman #jason kolchek #house of ashes #au

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callme-whatyoulike · 1 year

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The Sound

Hellooo. This came to me after I read an old text from a once very important someone (unhealthy coping mechanisms, I know, don't do what I do lol) So, one of the lines in this little story is something straight from a previous romance of mine. It was too sweet not to use, even if it stings a little now. Anyway. Lots of fluff up in here. Hope you enjoy, byeee ♡♡

It's late. Very late. Matty fell asleep a long time ago. I've slept with him too many times to count now, so I can tell from the change in his breathing. It's slower, heavier, now. Slower and heavier than it usually is, anyway. His arms are pulling me close to him, although his grip is much more loose than it was earlier.

I've been awake for hours. Another restless night. My mind is racing, but it's barely thinking. Leaping incredible feats but finding no final destination. It's all just very...loud. Panicked.

But I don't want to wake Matty up just to tell him that my brain is being too much to handle right now. I glance at the clock on the nightstand. 2:24 AM. Yeah; waking him up is out of the question.

Instead, I resort to staying quiet, staying awake, trying to focus on the rise and fall of Matty's chest against my back, hoping it'll calm me down from this ridiculous anxiety I'm having. Wishing it away sooner because I know once I sleep, I'll feel better in the morning. The night and the darkness always seem to bring unwanted thoughts.

No such luck, though. I carefully turn to lay on my other side, praying it doesn't wake him. He's a surprisingly light sleeper.

I close my eyes and try to drown everything else out, shifting downward and resting my forehead on his chest. I wrap my arms around him as best and as carefully as I can. My heart is pounding against my chest.

Matty inhales deeply. His arm shifts around me. "You okay, darling?" he asks, his voice low and groggy.

"I didn't mean to wake you."

"'S'alright." His arm moves again, his hand reaching for my hair and brushing it behind my ear. "You been awake awhile?"

"I guess you could say that."

He hums. "What's on your mind?"

"Who says there's anything?"

He continues playing with my hair. "I like to think I know you pretty well," he says, echoing a line of his from a previous late night. I can hear the slight smile in his voice. "And when you can't sleep-" he taps my temple lightly "-it means there's a lot going on up here."

I sigh. He's right.

"There's too much," I say.

"Just give me a little."

I sigh. Trace the curve of his arm as he fidgets with my hair some more.

"I'm thinking mostly of you. Or us, I suppose."

"Mm-hm."

"I don't...often have much luck. In relationships. I worry so much about messing up or losing people, that I forget to just...be with them." I pause, seeing if he'll reply. He doesn't. He knows I have more to say.

"And you. You're special. It took us so long to get here. And I know you so well, now."

"What do you know about me, now?" he asks, his voice quiet and tired, but curious.

I think for a moment. "I know you like sad movies. And sunrises. I know you hate how messy your hair is in the mornings, even though it looks the same."

"It does not," he laughs.

"It does!" I protest. "I know...when you're sad, you get really quiet. It doesn't happen often." I bury my head deeper into his chest. "I've learned how your breathing changes when you've fallen asleep. I've memorized the sound of your heartbeat."

He's still messing with my hair, only slower now. He plants a kiss on the top of my head. "If you know me so well, what's there to worry about?"

"I worry about knowing you this well and losing you anyway." I sigh once more. "It happens. And it's paralyzing, that fear of becoming a stranger to someone who's held your very soul in their hands. To someone who you've told that you're afraid of becoming a stranger to them."

"I've held your soul, hm?"

"Might as well have. I'd never tell anyone else this," I replied, matter-of-factly.

"You don't have to worry about losing me, darling," he finally replies. "I may have held your soul in my hands, but you've stolen all of me away. I'm entirely at your mercy."

He seems to contemplate what I've said. He stops messing with my hair and instead resorts to running his hand up and down my back. Something about it is calming, and I feel myself melt into him impossibly more.

We've had a similar conversation to this before. That night feels so long ago, now. We hardly knew each other then, only that we were dying to be together. It feels silly that we skirted around the idea for so long, even after that night. I guess good things take time.

"That's awful dramatic," I tease.

"Drama can be truthful." He shifts back, looking down at me. He grabs my hand and leads it to his chest, where I can feel his heartbeat. It's fast, much like mine.

He says very quietly, "My whole heart is reserved for you. Forever and always."

Yet again, I believe him. A nagging in my brain says it's dangerous to believe the things he says. Only gets you hurt if things go up in flames. But I manage to shove that thought aside. Instead, I kiss him softly.

I pull away. "I really am sorry for waking you up."

"Love, you can wake me anytime." He's staring at me through tired eyes but with that same intensity he always has. Like he's actually looking at me. Everything that I am; holding my soul in his hands.

Not knowing what else to do, what else to say, I tell him, "Well, I've woken you this time. You should get back to sleep. You look tired." He smiles and plants one more kiss on my lips. He turns to lay on his back and pulls me closer to him. I rest my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me tightly. His breathing starts to get heavier.

I close my eyes and finally settle into the tiredness I had been awaiting for hours. My mind is quieter. Quiet enough to sleep.

But then Matty's hand moves and rests on my chest, similar to where mine was on his earlier. Right where he can feel my heartbeat.

Before we both drift off, he says very quietly and very sincerely, "I know the sound of your heart, too."

#matty healy fic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fic #call me writing

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I've got no idea how to properly explain what I'm dealing with right now so I'm going to dump it all out and hope it makes sense. I'm going through some confusing stuff in my head and it it pulling my mood down to the floor. I'm a 30 year old AMAB Non-binary person (He/it) and I don't know if I'm happy with the way I interact with gender. I don't do anything special in the way I dress or present but I don't feel confident being around people. I know I'm not a woman inside but I can't help but think I might be more confident and happier if people saw me as a girl instead of a man. It's like the rules are too difficult for me to understand and I feel trapped by them. To me it seems like women are allowed more space to express their emotions and have more options in the way they dress. Like there's some magic women have that I don't and that's whats confusing me so much. As I said I'm NB so I'm not really on one side or the other but I feel like I have to say on the side of the fence I was born in and not move around or I'll get punished. I don't know if I should look into physically changing my body to be more androgynous because I don't want to go all the way female but it might make happier? Another thing that's bothering me is after a lot of thinking I realised that at some point when I was younger, I wanted to be a girl because I thought it would be better for my social life. I never acted on those thoughts and after a while they went away but I can't ignore them either. I'm scared that this might be a sign that things I thought I was past coming back to haunt me. That I've been living my life wrong for too long and let my mind fall apart by blocking it out. I saw a youtube video recently that said you already know you're trans and that messed me up. Do I know and I'm just afraid to admit it? Have I got a weird gender and assumed the wrong label? I mean I wouldn't mind looking a little more curvy but I don't hate my currently body and I would be very unhappy if I have certain female body parts. Or am I overreacting by thinking my low mood is related to gender rather than some other thing?

Forgive me for my word splurge but I'm not good with putting my feelings into words and all these thoughts have been heavy on my mind. I guess the best part of being non-binary is also the worst part: Not having to follow any rules. Good because you can do whatever and bad because you have no idea what to do.

I just want things to make sense.

Hey kiddo! Honestly I completely understand, gender can be so confusing at times and it seems like there's all of these rules you have to follow even to be a non-binary person, which is ridiculous because the whole point of being non-binary is to not follow rules. But I think sometimes it's easier not to worry about labels, at least for the moment, and focus on how you want your body to look and feel, forgetting about gender. Just because you want to be curvier or more feminine doesn't mean you have to be a woman. And as long as you are living it, there's no way to live your life wrong. as cheesy as it sounds, we're all on our paths and there is never one way to do things.

- dad x

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Death of Me: Chapter 11 - Awake

Chapter 11 | Series Masterlist

2.1k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, reference to broken bones, blood

A small, slightly disappointed huff leaves Eddie's lips,

"I'm telling you, he doesn't like me!"

"And I’m telling you, you're being ridiculous, he's too small for you to feel it when he's kicking." You'd been feeling movements for the last week, and while you were both delighted with this, you could see Eddie was feeling a little left out that he couldn't yet feel anything.

"Nope. Kid hates me already." Eddie jokes, bumping your shoulder with his as he lays beside you, brushing his bangs from his eyes.

“You need to let me trim your hair, it’s gonna get to October and you’re going to be unable to see our newborn because your hair will be obscuring your vision.”

Eddie laughs, “You don’t trust me to trim it myself?”

“Eddie, I've seen what happens when you trim it too short.”

“In my defence I was trying to keep it in line, and then it just kept getting shorter and shorter. That was not my best look huh?” You shake your head with an apologetic smile,

“No I’m afraid that wasn’t the haircut that would have ever won me over.” Eddie pretends to pout,

“What if I’d suggested we start our arrangement with that haircut?”

“Then we wouldn’t be here right now because you know I’d have laughed you right out of the canteen or library or wherever else you decided to proposition me.”

"I’m fairly certain you actually made the first move. Anyway, guess what arrived on Wayne's doorstep today."

"You’re insane. And I’m gonna guess… your secret love child from a tryst with another member of the Hawkins cheer squad?" You gasp in horror, “I thought I was the only one. How could you?”

"Shit how did you guess?" Eddie pulls a face at you and pulls you closer, until your head is resting on his shoulder, lowering his voice until it's barely a whisper, "I got hush money. ‘For my discretion’"

“But you’ve never been discrete a day in your life.” Eddie snorts

“Well I’m not running around town about what happened to me am I?”

"That’s true, maybe I should give you more credit. So, hush money?" Eddie nods, looking down at you with a happy smile,

“There was something else too”

“If you now say a love child you will be getting smacked.” You hover your hand over his arm, ready to drop at any second,

"No, it was a, uh, it was an honorary diploma, no more repeating senior year for me."

"Shit, if only you'd known before that nearly dying in an alternate hellscape dimension would guarantee you a pass I'm sure you'd have done that sooner."

"Well that was my first thought too. Full of regret that I didn’t try that my first senior year." Eddie sarcastically replies, gently flicking your arm. "But the money. It's uh. Enough to pay off my treatments, help Wayne out with some of his debts and we'd still have a good deal left over."

"Jesus, how much did they give you?" Eddie scratches his head, and leans over to his jacket haphazardly thrown over your vanity chair, pulling out an envelope from one of the inner pockets and handing it to you silently. You pull the letter from the envelope and your eyes go wide as you read the figure.

"Shit."

"Yep."

"That's…"

"Enough for a house." You whip your head up to look at Eddie, perched on the end of your bed, grinning at you.

"You sure? You really don’t have to do this.”

"Am I sure it's enough or I am sure I want this?"

"Eddie, you know what I mean."

He nods, "I'm sure, it's not like your parents would be in love with me moving in here, or that Wayne would enjoy another Munson under his roof, last kid he tried to raise turned his hair white." He chuckles and shifts himself on the bed, to be closer, "If this is truly what you want then I am all in."

“Are you sure it won’t be terribly boring for you?”

“Raising a kid in a stable home? Yeah I can’t think of anything worse.” Eddie stares at you pointedly, “C’mon, what are you really worrying about?”

“Just that you’re rushing a lot of things and that you might regret this later on. Maybe that you’re only doing this because my parents are putting pressure on you.” You shrug, picking at a non-existent thread on your sleeve until Eddie takes your hand,

“Okay. It is very rushed and I’m sorry that a lot of this feels too soon, but I really want this. Want to be better than my old man was. If I’m moving too fast, just tell me and I’ll slow down, you know that.”

You nod and let Eddie pull you onto his lap, hugging you as close as he can with a growing bump in the way.

“I want this too, I just worry that you will become bored.”

“Please. Shoot me when I get bored of having the hottest wife in Hawkins, and the cutest kids.” You laugh and waggle your fingers in front of your face,

“You keep calling me your future wife but you still haven’t asked.”

“Working on that.” Eddie kisses your cheek, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Wayne had been searching his possessions all day, sent on a mission by his nephew that morning, after a long chat in which both men had got misty eyed. He had a growing sense of unease when he struggled to find the box within a few minutes of his search, certain that he would have placed it in one of the obvious safe places in the trailer, the fireproof safe, nope, maybe his cupboard by his bed, nope.. Now that unease grew to full blown dread at telling Eddie that the item may have been lost when they lost their first trailer.

He curses himself for not thinking to ensure that the box was safe when he first moved in, now searching through his kitchen cabinets as though he would have placed such a sentimental object alongside Eddie's old Garfield mug. No luck here. He scans the room, scratching his head, eyes settling on a small trunk tucked behind the sofa,

"You gotta be in there." He yanks the trunk onto the sofa and starts scrambling around, throwing items haphazardly behind him as his fingers brush against the satin of the box.

Gotcha.

Robin and Steve had spent their evening break out of the shop, wanting the fresh air, wandering absently towards the centre of town, eventually coming to a stop at a crevice, both peering down it curiously.

"So this could be the trauma confusion talking but, weren't these all hellfire-y and burning pits like… yesterday?"

Steve nods, the crack before them seemingly to be just that, a crack in the ground. The cracks that up until yesterday had been unfillable by any means the remaining Hawkins residents had tried.

"Does this mean what I think it means? Maybe we did kill Vecna." Robin allows just a hint of optimism for the moment, looking from the crack to Steve.

Steve shakes his head at Robin, "When have we ever known it to be that simple? I don't have a good feeling about this. We need to get the group together, come up with a plan just in case."

Robin nods, “I don’t think anyone is doing anything important tonight…. Shit.” Steve looks up at her abrupt end to her sentence, “Do we ruin the lovebird’s dinner date to tell them?”

“I think we’re going to have to.” Steve laments.

“What if he’s mid-proposal and we burst in like ‘hey sorry guys, cute moment you are having but we think The Thing we don’t want to think about might be happening’. That could be awkward.” Robin laughs nervously.

“Do we know he’s definitely proposing tonight?”

“He’s taking her out for dinner, told us all if we interrupted their date he would hand deliver us to the upside down with a bow tied around us and literally told us he was planning to propose and that it would be soon.”

Steve remembers Eddie’s threat well, “You have a point. Maybe we catch them after? Let's get everyone else together first and then we can swing by the trailer and hope to God we don’t see Eddie’s ass again.”

“I’m not taking that kind of chance Steve, I’ll stay with everyone else. Where are we thinking?”

“My place? Parents are gone again.” Robin nods, feeling a pang at the way Steve looks down at the ground whenever the topic of his parents comes up.

Drool trickles down Lucas' cheek, a soft snore leaving his mouth as he sleeps, folded over on himself with his head resting by Max's hand. The room is quiet, except for the snore and the beeping of monitors.

The group still visited on a daily basis, and no one had given up on Max, but Lucas was the only one who refused to ever leave her side, except for the times where Erica hauled him out of the room to shower at home and to take some time for himself.

Max's bones began to heal a few weeks after she was taken into the hospital. It was slow going, much slower than the doctors would expect but they still healed over time. They weren’t so optimistic about her vision, but then they also weren’t optimistic about her waking up either. Maybe that’s why Lucas awakes with a start when he feels Max’s arm shift, watching her face as a frown contorts her features briefly. That’s new. Without taking his eyes off of her face Lucas scrabbles around in his bag, looking for the walkie to get hold of Eleven and Dustin

They both arrive within 10 minutes, Dustin sweating from his bike ride, Eleven clearly having been given a ride by either Joyce or Hopper.

“Anything changed?”

Lucas shakes his head, “It’s like she’s right there and she just can’t get through to us.”

The three shriek like harpies when Max suddenly gasps, sitting bolt upright in her bed, grabbing out in the air until Lucas’ hand finds hers,

“Max?? It’s me, it’s Lucas. Can you hear me?” Lucas hits the call button as he tries to comfort a now sobbing Max, unable to make any sense of the words between her cries. It takes a while, and a small amount of sedation but eventually Max settles, still not having regained her ability to speak coherently, but awake, aware of the people in the room with her.

Max’s mom arrives within the hour, holding her head to her chest, smoothing over the braids that Erica and Eleven had put into her hair just a day earlier, whispering words of comfort to her. Eventually Max’s mom reaches out for Lucas’ hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze,

“Thank you so much for being here, not letting her wake up alone, making sure her friends were here to comfort her.” Lucas nods, words escaping him for a moment. Then attention swings to Eleven, watching over her friend with unshed tears,

“And you, you have always been such a good friend to my daughter, I know you have been taking care of her more than you should have had to but just know I’ll always be grateful.”

Dustin gives Lucas a wave before he can get a mini speech and backs out of the room, not wanting to intrude on the moment, and also dying to tell everyone that Max is awake.

The van ride from dinner to drop you back to your parent’s house is deemed the perfect time by Eddie to start suggesting baby names once more.

“Eddie, we are not naming our child Sabbath. That is a cat name, not a kid name.” You wanted Eddie to have input into names, but so far you were unimpressed with his suggestions, there was one you were quietly considering but you wanted to wait a while, see if you both still liked the name in a few weeks.

“Okay fine, we’re getting a cat too then.” Eddie chuckles, rubbing your thigh as he drives,

“A cat and a baby? Damn, I really domesticated you huh?”

“Nope. Still feral.” To prove his point he grabs your hand and sinks his teeth in, obviously not hard enough to leave any lasting marks, but enough to make you laugh at the faint imprint of his teeth in your hand.

“Ugh,” You look up from your hand over at Eddie who’s winching slightly, pinching his fingers to the bridge of his nose as frown crosses his features,

“Everything okay, handsome?”

“Yeah, just a little headache, nothing to worry about.” He smiles over at you and his face has you reaching for the tissues in your purse,

“Pull over. Your nose is bleeding.”

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Ok......So, the new HB episode is out, how unexpected for me. I apologize to my fellow readers for not reviewing the previous episode, but I was so tired and busy, having to deal with a lot of work. The cat must have got my tongue when I saw the dildo scene, I'm sorry. And what can I say......Actually, this episode is the best one in the 2 season at this moment. I mean, at least it wasn't that cringe and plot ruining as the other ones. ‼️TW‼️: Abuse, **cest

The animation looks pretty good in action scenes(and not so good in other, especially when some characters speak). The backgrounds look good, and I somewhat like the fact that the Sloth Ring is pink. Looks so sweet, bubblegum and cotton candy-like. But the floating pieces of ground are very cliche for a fantasy world. Also I think there were too many sound effects, when sometimes it feels like there's a lack of them. In principle, everything is as always. Stolas is a damsel in distress again, Moxxie and Millie are boring, Stella is evil(and extremely stupid for some reason), Blitzo is loud and annoying and spits cuss words every second because the authors think it's funny. Also Loona just...... didn't speak in this ep at all. No words. Don't know if it's good or not. The plotline of her going to doctor and being afraid of shots is pretty boring, tbh. I still have no idea why hellhounds are treated like some pets in this universe when they're competent and sensible beings. Also, I don't know if anyone told that or this is just me, but I absolutely hate the idea of putting fucking westerns in "Hell". I know Vivzie isn't so original and her universe is super bland and uninteresting, but shit, westerns just don't stick in the setting of Hell at all, it's not that vibe and it looks ridiculous. And that's not because I don't like westerns. Striker's song felt absolutely redundant, and Striker himself seems....unnatural? Seems like Vivzie made him that masculine bigot guy who's bigheaded and is obsessed with having a huge cock(because dicks are funny according to the writers). They have finally showed Andrealphus, Stella's brother, and there's nothing interesting about him to say. I'm just glad they didn't make him a stereotypical gay. Knowing Vivzie's "rep" and how feminine he looks, it would be predictable. As I've said before, he looks like a shameless Elsa ripoff, as his blue ice castle(covered with red fucking sky, god, these palette choices burn out my eyes). I've heard some controversial and suspicious stuff considering him and Stella(more precisely, someone says that originally they were going to have **cestuous relationship). Not sure if it's true, and I do hope that Vivzie won't go so far in making Stella an unredeemable villain.

I didn't see anything "weird" or vulgar in their conversation, it felt like puerility. I like to imagine that their relationship is like a niminy-piminy brother always cheering up and complimenting his little sis because he can. I've seen some cartoons with a similar character dynamic and a certain part of their fandoms found indecent connotation in this, and that's their problems in their depravity. And yeah, I know that my thoughts aren't true and they obviously have a manipulative relationship. Andre straight up insulted Stella and manipulated her, btw. If Viv really wanna do them having **cest – fine, another reason to quit watching this show. But something tells me that she won't dare to lose a bunch of fans and be yet again cancelled in social networks.

Summing up, this episode was pretty good by the standards of the season and bad by the standards of..... something qualitative I guess? Viv still hasn't learned how to separate drama from comedy, which makes it difficult, no, impossible to feel Stolas' sad shit. This character is one of my personal winners in the list of the most repulsive and annoying creatures and him always being sex-crazed about Blitzo pisses me off. How the hell are we supposed to take him seriously if all he wants is a dick? The rest of the time he whines about how unhappy he is and pretends to care about his daughter. Season 2 continues to look like terrible Wattpad fanfiction and it discourages from watching this series. It's not even fun to hate or criticize it anymore, it's just...... Ehh.

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“Always Remember (the burning embers)” by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Captain Swan Rating: General Word Count: 1380 Summary: Killian and Emma have a late night conversation about careless words that've left their scars Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, one shot, post canon, canon compliant, fix-it-fic, missing moment Author’s notes: I've been planning this fic for a little while here, since sometime during season 5. The title is based on the taylor swift song "the great war," which I feel nicely sums up Killian and Emma during the Dark Ones arc, though this fic takes place probably a couple years later. Taglist:@zahara@kmomof4@jonesfandomfanatic@booksteaandtoomuchtv@jrob64@tiganasummertree@anmylica@teamhook@undercaffinatednightmare@gingerchangeling@lonelyspectator@caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @silver-the-phoenix @pawshapedheart [if you’d like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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Killian had gotten so used to waking up next to Emma that it always felt weird when he didn't- especially when it was two A.M., and she'd been right there when he fell asleep, and now she wasn't.

At first, he suspected maybe she'd gone to the bathroom or to get a drink of water or something like that- but then he saw her, sitting at the foot of the bed, seeming a touch unwell.

"Is something wrong, love?" he whispered.

She turned around, a bit startled.

"I didn't realize you were still up."

"Love, it's two in the morning," he said, "have you been awake this whole time?"

"I guess," Emma said.

"What's wrong, love?"

"Nothing," she shook her head.

He knew her better than to believe that.

"What's wrong?" he repeated.

"Nothing important." Emma said, quickly.

"Emma," he said, hoping his soft tone could soften whatever armor she'd been crafting, "if you're up thinking about it at two in the morning, it must be important. What's wrong?"

She sighed, and glanced back at him for a moment- and in that moment he nodded to her, like you'd nod to an injured animal to ask it to trust you, to tell her, "Go on. Let me help you."

"It still feels like a fairy tale," she said.

Rather than try and read into that statement, he simply asked for clarification.

"What does?"

"All of it," she said, in a whispered breath like an angry laugh, "you, Henry, my parents, our home- our happy beginning."

"Aye," Killian nodded, knowing she still hadn't hit the point of her problem.

"And the problem with a fairytale is the story always ends, the book closes, and you're back to being whoever it was you were escaping from."

"Emma," Killian crawled out from under the covers and over to the foot of the bed so he could sit next to her, "what we have here is real, and it's not going away."

"I know," Emma shook her head, "and I'm trying so hard to believe that."

"What's stopping you?"

She shrugged. "Myself. For someone whose job is happy endings, I'm pretty good at destroying my own."

"What's that supposed to mean, love?" Killian asked, trying to sound reassuring and not like that was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard.

"I…." she shook her head.

"You don't need to push me away, love."

"That's just the thing- that's what I do," she shook her head, "I push people away- people I love."

And she tacked on, on top of it all, so softly he almost didn't hear it: "and that's why I'll always be an orphan."

"Emma, love," he said, carefully but desperately turning her face to his, "where did you get such a ridiculous idea?"

She pushed away physically this time, shaking her head and turning away from him.

"I'm glad you don't remember," she said, almost smiling.

"Remember what?"

"It's nothing."

"It's not," he insisted, his voice raising above a whisper for the first time that night, "talk to me."

Her eyes almost seemed the blue ones for all the tears they held back as she looked up at him. He wanted to help her, wanted to dry the tears she was afraid to cry, wanted to clean up the mess she was afraid to spill, and wanted to make everything right for her. That's all he ever wanted for Emma, to be that for her, to be the one she could turn to no matter what she was facing- to be the one who made her burdens lighter.

"The conversation at Regina's," Emma took a deep breath, "back when we were Dark Ones."

He'd tried so hard to purge those awful memories, choosing to dwell on their happy moments instead of ones like that, those moments where they didn't trust each other, where they closed themselves off to each other, where they argued with each other….

"That moment when I told her she'd always be an orphan," He recalled, "her pain now is my fault."

He didn't know what to say now. All he knew how to do was throw his arms around her, pull her close to him, hold her as tight as he could and choke out an "I'm sorry."

So, that's what he did.

"It wasn't you," Emma said, "it was the darkness. I've tried not to mention it, because I know you'd never…."

Though he couldn't see her face (which was buried in his embrace,) he could tell by the way her voice trailed off that she was crying, and he quickly let go of his right arms' grip around her, so he could catch the tears as they rolled down her cheek.

He knew his apology was nowhere near sufficient, but he still didn't know what to say- what could his words do to make up for such loveless atrocities?

"I'm sorry," Emma said, "I shouldn't've brought it up. I shouldn't've mentioned it."

"Nonsense," he said, taking her hand in his and pulling it close to his chest, "I never want you to think that a problem you have is too big to share with me. Understand?"

She nodded. He sighed, unsure what words would tumble out after his breath.

"I love that you're my anchor, Emma," he said, "a ship would be lost without her anchor, and I'd be lost without you. I love everything you've ever done for me. Do you know what else I love about you?"

"What?"

"Call me a bit of a narcissist, but I love that you're my mirror. When I see you, I see a lot of myself. I see someone who never gives up, someone who risks their life for those they love, someone who does everything they can to be a hero, no matter what mistakes they've made.

"And when I first met you, I saw what you were," he continued, "and what I was- a lost boy, a lone wolf- an orphan. And when I said those angry dark words I wish I could take back, words I never should've said- I was talking to myself too."

He'd never seen a perfect blend of confusion and understanding quite like the one he saw on her face now.

"We did push people away, love. We did hide from the people who cared about us. That's why we should still be orphans. But that's not what we are anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because we turn to the people we love. We've set aside our armor and chosen something new."

"What's that?"

"Trust."

Still holding her hand close to his heart, he instead brought it to his lips and kissed it.

"Emma Swan, you will never be an orphan again. That's not who you are anymore. You're the Savior. You're my True Love, my happy beginning and ending and everything in between. You're a mother and a daughter and a hero and the most perfect wife a man could ever ask for."

"Some days I have trouble believing that," Emma shook her head, "but I believe in you."

With the hand that he wasn't holding, Emma reached up and stroked his face, her cold hand warming against his cheek. "So if you can believe in me, I can believe in me too," she said.

"I'm glad to hear it, love."

"And you're not an orphan anymore either, Killian Jones," Emma said. She kissed his hand, then pulled it close to her heart, "You're my family. You're my best friend. You're my true love. My hero."

"Aye," He nestled his head against her forehead, gently, then whispered "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered back, "thank you."

"Anytime, love," he said, "now, let's get back to bed."

They both let go of each other, only so they could crawl back across to the other side of the bed. As soon as they were both under the covers, Emma slid into his arms, wrapping her own arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest.

"Goodnight, my love," he said, craning his neck forward so he could kiss her forehead.

"Goodnight, Killian." She replied, sounding sleepy but satisfied.

And with that, Killian fell asleep the only way that felt natural anymore- with Emma in his arms.

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