#if I had more time I’d flesh this out properly

[corrodedcoughin]

Hi dear

Idea

Eddie and Steve secretly dating and actually managing to pull it off (except for Robin who was never gona not know) until Steve let's it slip that he has a date and it's their 2 month anniversary and the kids snap into gear and call an emergency meeting dragging the older kids into it as well except for Steve because " they've been dating two month we need to make sure she knows how important Steve is so we're going to organize our shovel talk" and we'll these children are very creative and Nancy is terrifying with her shotgun. Robin takes great amusement in watching eddie get progressively paler

Then the kids (dustin) confront Steve about it and he agrees that the party can meet his partner if they agree to it.

Eddie agrees despite his fear. And the party is shocked expect Robin who's laughing her ass off

Dustin goes " Great we don't even have to plan a shovel talk you already heard what will happen if you break his heart"

I just think it would be funny

Hopefully you get this one my asks haven't been sending

-✏️

Hello hello!

Of COURSE Robin was going to know, theres no way Steve can keep a secret from her and if he DID he’d crumble as soon as she got suspicious and confess everything to her while they have a ‘wine night’ (steve is a chardonnay robin in a sauvignon blanc)

Organised shovel talk’ I love it!!!! They’d be so ferocious about it!!! All of them wanting to be the most threatening and only Max and Nancy are able to pull it off. Max would just stare daggers and that would be enough. Dustin and Lucas would try to come up with convoluted plans but they get more unbelievable as they get more imaginative. Mike not saying anything but Eddie sees him nod when Nancy is talking. But the most fiery is Erica, Erica takes no prisoners, she doesn’t say what she’d do but her and Steve? They are on the same level, they have their cutting statements with no filter, one toe out of line and Erica is taking NAMES.

Eddie’s sweat patches are obscene by the end and tries not to nervous laugh. He thought it would be funny, heart warming almost, to see everyone put out their love for Steve. Except now he’s scared because what if he does fuck up? What if he does hurt steve? He’ll lose Steve AND everyone he’s grown to love. Don’t get him wrong he’ll still have his corroded coffin boys but he doesn’t want to take away from his life now that it’s been enriched this much. Doesn’t know if he can face the thought of not being surrounded by all these people. If he thought he was determined to never hurt Steve before he’s resolute about it now.

The big reveal happens and it’s funny, it’s shocking, it’s well received and everyone carries on like nothing happened. Except Eddies doesn’t stop worrying, it’s always in the back of his head, on edge that he’s going to break Steve’s heart and it’ll be the end of both of them.

Steve knows something is up with his boyfriend. He’s been treating him like he’s made of porcelain and that just isn’t like him. Eddie is loud and excitable and intense and impossible to keep contained, he shouldn’t be wary of his movements, second guessing himself at every turn.

Steve and Eddie are making out on the couch, finding time between their ridiculous schedules of school, work, practice and countless other obligations. It’s good, don’t get steve wrong, but it’s not Eddie. It’s careful and Eddie is barely touching him, almost like he’s scared he’ll crush steve. If he isn’t kissing steve like a virginal princess he’s looking at him with haunted eyes and skittering around him like a kicked puppy. Steve can’t take it any more, it’s not Him. So he decides to push back.

It starts with actually pushing Eddie, they are at Steve’s house and he tries to play fight, jump on Eddie, just anything really but eddie just goes with it. No fight back, acquiesces to Steve’s demands. So the next thing he tries is winding eddie up, making clearly wrong statements about black Sabbath, dio, iron maiden, DND, lord of the rings, ANYTHING. But Eddie just keeps quiet and changes the subject. Its infuriating, its like the light in him has gone out.

When they are making out he tries Eddie’s old tricks, tries biting, rough but gentle hands, backing up against walls but there’s no consequences and Steve misses it. He misses it, Eddie, so much that he lets Eddie go with a sigh and stalks off to the kitchen. Eddie follow behind, terrified now that his worst nightmare has happened, he’s upset Steve, he’s disappointed him, he’s hurt him. He doesn’t know how to ask, tries to, but before he can get a word out Steve is talking

‘Have I done something? Or not done something? Is this you trying to get me uninterested so that I break up with you because you are too scared to break up with me? Oh poor steve, can’t let him get dumped again. I know, I’ll let him do it, let him keep some dignity. Well you know what Eddie? That’s fucking shit. Just do it and be over with it.’

Eddie is floundering, mouth open and speechless, he watches Steve turn his back to him, raise his hands up to his face, clearly wiping tears away and that’s it. Eddie can’t hold back any more, he has tried to keep steve safe and in the process has only made things worse. He listened to his stupid brain when he should have listened to his heart.

‘No, no fuck this. No. Nope!’ He’s up close to Steve now and turns him around, keeps his hands on his shoulders and searches in Steve’s eyes. Tear filled eyes because of Eddie, because Eddie got scared.

‘Steve, listen, I fucked up. I did. I’m not leaving you, I’m never leaving you. I got too in my head. Too in my own fucking head! Can you believe that? Honestly though you should have heard them, dude they started talking about you and what they’d do for you, what they’d do to anyone who hurt you. And it wasn’t that. Nah, only Nance red and Applejack were serious but man, it fucked with my head! What if I did hurt you? You’ think I could deal with that? And of course it would be my fault! You think I don’t know that? But hearing it? Fuck!’

Steve watches as Eddie rambles on with a vice like grip on his shoulders, eyes searching all over Steve’s face then dotting around the room. He just wants them to be okay. If he has nothing else, he wants them to make it. He wants last with Eddie, can’t see his future any other way. Steve is trying to piece together what exactly Eddie means when he finally gets it and there it is. There’s the reason Eddie wasn’t Eddie anymore. He does the only thing he can think of, puts his hands on either side of eddies face and pulls him in for a quick kiss on the lips and then smooshes his face so he can’t talk anymore

‘Eddie, shut up. You acting like this hurt me, not you being you. Just be you and we’ll be good, I swear. IF and I mean IF something happens then we talk about it. Like people, y’know? Come on man, at least let me try to be in a healthy relationship?’ He sniffs, remanats of his crying evident in his voice, thick with emotion, but theres a smile on his face, a hope of a laugh wanting to come out if Eddie will let it.

Eddie, with his face squashed between Steve’s hands, nods. He grabs Steve’s hands and kisses his palms before pulling him in close to kiss him like he used to, like he wants to, the way Steve has missed for too long.

Steve pulls back minimally, just enough to huff out

‘so, bunch of kids scared you shitless and forced you into a breakdown, Munson? Expected more of a cult leader’

Eddie peppers kisses over Steve’s face

‘not a bunch of kids sweetheart, you know applejack is the only one with murder in her heart.’

Steve laughs and rests his forehead against Eddies, happy to be back in familiar territory

[cinnamonmilf]

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁✧:･. rapid eye movement (part ii)

summary: you meet ellie in a dream…or was it at a café now?

cw: nothing, just fluff (repost from old account), you can read part 1 here

BEFORE YOU READ!!!:

FUNDRAISER MASTERPOST BOYCOTT TLOU DAILY CLICK

"Excuse me, um, I love you"

I know that's not the way to start a conversation

It had been two days since you had seen Ellie. This time she wasn’t accompanied by the yellowish hue and warm ambience of your R.E.M. state, you had actually seen her.

The girl that was driving you crazy was actually flesh and bones, rather than just a lulling mirage, and she had been kind enough to give you the notebook you’d forgotten at your favorite café.

There was no other way to describe it besides bizarre.

You couldn’t even thank her properly, staring at her for what was probably too long with widened eyes. She even asked a concerned “Are you okay?”. And no, you definitely weren’t.

Did she not know who you were? Did she forget about your strolls and your hugs and your deep talks? Had she ever dreamt of you? Was it even possible that it was all true? Or had you maybe seen her before and your brain took her face and made up an entire person?

How are you supposed to explain to a total stranger you’ve dreamt of her and fallen for her in said dreams?

The hair, the face, the tattoo, all of it was the same. Would she be the same, though? Was she an astrophysics major? Did she like the color green and NASA and also laughed at silly puns?

It was like your brain was nothing but a bunch of questions with no answer. None rational, at least.

But there she was. Right in front of you with that mesmerizing aura of hers that made you feel so drawn to her…regardless of the realm you were in. You weren’t one to ask people out. You’d usually wait for them to ask you or flirt with them until they took a hint. But there was no way you could let her go just like that. You couldn’t really tell her you knew her either, but you could just ask for her phone number, right?

And so you did. She smiled and agreed. In her mind, she was happy about the fact that giving you your notebook back had landed her a possible date with such a pretty girl.

Two days. You hadn’t texted her. You didn’t dare. What if she wasn’t like your Ellie? What if for some fucked up reason you dreamt of someone so special but she turned out to be nothing like that? What if the connection wasn’t there? What if she wasn’t sweet and caring and funny and trustworthy?

But it had been enough. Enough questions and enough overthinking. There was no way for you to know if you didn’t text her.

“Hi, it’s the girl whose notebook you saved :)”

“Hey, didn’t think you’d text anymore”

“Oh no! I’m sorry. I just got a little caught up with school”

“I wanted to see if you’d like to hangout sometime?”

“I’d really like that. Is friday cool?”

“Friday’s great <3”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up, yeah?”

“Oh you don’t have to dw”

“No, it’s okay, I want to”

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking on her own”

You sighed in relief. At least you were done with that part.

Flirty…At least that checks out with your Ellie.

You spent the rest of your week both dreading and anticipating your date on Friday. And, god, were you a mess.

You couldn’t remember ever being so nervous about meeting someone. You spent the next couple days overthinking your outfit choices, how you should do your hair, what you were going to say. More than anything, the thought of this Ellie not being at least a little like your Ellie was nothing short of terrifying. You adored this girl. Her not being real was one thing, but her being real and being the complete opposite was a nightmare.

At 6:36pm your bell rang.

“Coming!” You yelled as you finished putting on your shoe and took one last look in the mirror.

“You got this,” you told yourself. Though the shaking of your hands was slightly contradictory.

You finally opened the door and there she was. She was wearing jeans and an open button-up with the half-up hairdo you liked so much. You can’t help but discreetly pinch yourself just to make sure you weren’t asleep.

“Hi.” You greet her with a smile.

“Hey, you look great.”

“Thank you, you look great too.” She´s smirking now, probably noticing how nervous you were. Well, at least now you knew she was cocky too. “You ready?”

The ride to the restaurant was filled with small talk. You were too nervous to ask her any of the questions you actually needed to ask. You thought to yourself you’d leave them for the restaurant. Having warmed up a little more with each other.

One thing about Ellie, she knew how to treat a girl. She opened the door for you, helped you fasten your seatbelt, let you play your own music on the way there. She was so…well, dreamy.

As you both wait for your food you finally gather the courage to ask. In reality, they were all very basic questions. Not to you, though.

“So, Ellie..”

She hums.

“Are you in college?”

“Yeah, Astrophysics”. Oh, fuck.

“Astrophysics?” Your eyes widen.

“Yeah,” she chuckles, “have always been into all things space.”

You can’t quite believe this is real and not some sort of sick cosmic joke. You try your best to hide your shock. It’s not really a good look for you to audibly gasp every time she says or does something that further proves she’s actually Ellie.

“Oh really? You must be really smart, then.” You tease with a smile.

“Shut up.” She laughs. “Are you in college?”

“Yes, English Literature. Almost done.”

“Really? Suits you.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good, of course.”

If this whole thing was bizarre, this moment was just ridiculous. Every other déjà vu was nothing compared to this. It was your Ellie, from the looks down to the way she worded her thoughts.

The rest of your date went great. You learned she indeed was twenty two and liked NASA and comics. She talked the same and she laughed at the same things. She had the same mannerisms: pouts her lips, she fidgets with her hands, smirks a whole lot and oh! such a flirt.

One thing, though - nothing hinted at the fact that she remembered you. You knew most of the things she told you about herself today, not that you minded, but she was actually meeting you for the first time. How could she not remember? Did she even have the same dreams?

You still had many questions, but you were also very relieved. She was Ellie. Your Ellie. Your auburnette with a space obsession and a liking for silly puns. Your funny and sweet friend. Your favorite girl.

She took you back home and walked you to your door. You spin on your heel to face her.

Loose strand of her framing her face, glimmery green eyes staring at you and an eyebrow scar that’s surprisingly attractive on her. Like straight up from your subconscious mind, now right in front of you.

“Can I see you again?” You can tell she’s the nervous one now, not that she lets you see it. You just know her too well.

You smile at her. You thought it was obvious.

“Of course.” You inch closer towards her and press a kiss on her cheek. “Call me, yeah?”

She blushes at this. Trying too hard to contain the huge grin on her lips.

“I will.”

“Goodbye, Ellie.”

The next few days went well. Ellie and you kept texting back and forth, getting to know each other more. You did find out new things about her. About her past, her friendships, her family.

You found yourself constantly checking your phone for her texts. Eagerly waiting for the notification on your screen with her name attached to it. Not that she ever made you wait long, you pretty much had all her attention. You’d smile every time she’d make a dumb joke or she’d call you a sweet name. When you thought you couldn’t love this girl more…

-

The sun was starting to set. Pink and purple clouds painting the sky. The weather was getting warmer and you didn’t have to carry an obnoxiously big jacket with you anymore. You’d had classes all day, finally ready to unwind and peacefully enjoy your Friday night. Or so you thought.

Your phone starts ringing and it’s none other than the girl who's responsible for your stomach doing somersaults. You quickly drag the phone icon to the right and press the device to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, pretty, Are you busy?”

“Nope, just walking home. Had a bunch of classes all day.”

“Are you doing anything later?”

“Ellie Williams, are you trying to ask me out on a date?” You jokingly gasp and earn a laugh from her end.

“Yes, actually. The sky’s supposed to be like super clear tonight and I know a spot where you can really see all the stars and stuff.”

“I’m in.”

“Yeah? I’ll pick you up in an hour. Sounds good?”

“Sounds great. Bye, Ellie.”

“See you in an hour.”

You scurried to your apartment to get ready. You did your hair, changed your clothes, sprayed a sweet vanilla perfume on your pulsing points and quickly touched up your makeup. An hour and eleven minutes later, your bell rang.

This time she was wearing a hoodie with a light jacket on top, her staple jeans and jacket combo. Her hair was up in a low bun. She was such a sight for sore eyes.

“How do you even know this place?” You ask as you both get out of the car. It was higher than the rest of the city, not quite at the top of the mountains but it still had a rather breath-taking view. Pretty quiet yet comforting. A safe haven just for the two of you, at least for tonight.

“Well…” Ellie scrunches her nose.

“What?”

“Kind of found it by accident once, with my ex.” She nervously scratches the back of her neck.

“Are you serious?” You laugh.

“It was just once!”

“So you bring all your girls here?”

“Just the special ones.”

“Shut up, dork.” You playfully roll your eyes at her and nudge her arm.

You both settle the blanket on the grass. Lying next to each other. Propped heads rested on your respective hands.

“So..ex, huh?”

“Yeah, we broke up a little bit over a year ago.”

“What was her name?”

“Cat.” You hum. “She’s great, we just didn’t really work as a couple.”

“Are you guys still friends?”

“We are on good terms. Talk every now and then. I wouldn’t call it ‘friends’, though.”

“I’m not really supposed to talk about exes until like the fifth date, you know?” She jokes.

“You brought her up!” You laugh.

“Yeah, you are right. Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Ellie couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Yes, this was your second date but it felt like it wasn’t. She felt as if she had known you her whole life. Something about talking to you and spending time with you felt just right. More than right. You brought a sense of comfort to her. She was in awe of you.

You both rest your heads and look up at the sky. Ellie was right, it was very clear tonight, you couldn’t recall the last time you had seen so many stars.

“Look, you see that one? The one that looks like a W.”

“Wait, where?”

“Right..” she grabs your index finger and points it towards it, “there.”

“Oh I see it!”

“That’s Cassiopeia.” She explains not letting go of your hand, despite you having already spotted the cluster of stars. “It’s the 25th largest constellation in the night sky.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and the first to list it was Ptolomy in the second century…” Ellie went on and on about nebulas and exoplanets. It’s not that you didn’t care, it just so happened that the constellations lined up by her freckles were a whole lot more interesting than the ones drawn in the navy blue sky. “I probably sound like such a nerd right now.” She laughed.

“What? No, not at all. It’s cute how excited you get.” You keep on playing with her hand. Locking and unlocking your fingers, twisting them against each other’s, featherly brushes against her knuckles and the soft scraping of your nails against her skin.

“Is it?” She could feel her heart speed up, so much so that it felt like it was trying to break her ribs and find its way to you. You were no better.

“Mhm, you are very smart. I love hearing you talk.”

She smirked. Of course she did. No matter how nervous or excited she was, she wasn’t Ellie without that tinge of cockiness never leaving her side.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You breathed out.

She hovered over you, grabbing your chin to pull you closer to her. She brushed her lips against yours, almost kissing you. Breaths perfectly sync as you feel the air fanning against each other’s mouth. There was no way in hell you could wait one more second, you break first. You crashed your lips into hers.

You had never kissed Ellie, not even in your dreams. You had thought about it many times, but even your imagination’s best efforts couldn’t compare to this.

It was exhilarating, the feeling of her lips rhythmically moving with yours. It just made sense, you two fit. You had kissed people before, but nothing like this. You two were made for each other, and if the otherworldly experience of how you first met didn’t make it painfully obvious, this did.

You moaned into the kiss which she took as an opportunity to explore your mouth with her tongue. Cupping your face to bring you closer, as if you were going anywhere.

She finally breaks the kiss.

“Fuck…”

You giggle, “I know.”

Crazy to be so infatuated by someone on your second date. But the truth is that’s how Ellie felt and she couldn’t explain the how. You, on the other hand, had an idea or two.

After your second date the two of you only got closer. You were on cloud nine. You two could talk for hours, hangout for hours, laugh for hours, kiss for hours. You had come to terms with the fact that you would never know how it is that you met Ellie first or why she couldn’t remember your slumber induced escapades.

It didn’t make it any less strange, but you were long past the freaking out stage. If anything, you had gotten to know Ellie better and even experienced things you never got the chance to back there. You were meant to find each other. That was the best you could come up with and it was fine with you.

-

You decided to plan a date for you and Ellie. She was usually the one that did, being the creative one out of the two of you. But you wanted to do something nice for her.

You settled on a picnic. The past few days had been sunny and warm enough for it. You hauled to the kitchen and prepared everything you needed. The snacks, the drinks, the plates and the cutlery, checkered blanket and all. You even got her flowers earlier that morning.

As your girl rang your bell one more time to pick you up, you grabbed the basket and the flowers and opened the door.

“Hey, beautiful.” She said as she pulled you in for a kiss. You hum into the kiss.

“These are for you,” you tell her as you hand her the bouquet.

“Are you serious?” She asks with a grin on her face.

“Of course, I’m serious.”

“God, you are” kiss “so fucking” kiss “cute” kiss

You giggle into her kisses. “I take it you like them?”

“I love them. You are the first girl to give me flowers, you know?”

“I am?” You ask incredulously.

“Yeah.”

“All the other girls were stupid, then.” She laughs.

She drives to your destination. A pretty forest you had found upon a quick internet search for a good picnic spot. The pictures didn’t lie, the place was beautiful. Green foliage and perfectly cut grass with the perfect amount of sun and shade. You set up the whole thing, enjoying the evening with Ellie.

Ellie was convinced she could stare at you for hours. From how you move your hands when you talk, to how you tilt your head back slightly when you laugh, to how you pout your lips and twist them to the side when you are thinking, you drive her mad.

And maybe it’s the way the sun is hitting your back, making a halo form around your silhouette. Maybe it’s the way the green compliments your skin so beautifully, so familiarly. Maybe the way the warmth of the day and yours mix together and embrace her, making her vision slightly hazy. Maybe the way the sound of the breeze hits the leaves and the sound of the birds chirping mixes with your voice and creates a song she’s sure she’s heard before. But Ellie has lived this before. She has seen you like this before.

She almost gets whiplash from it, all of it coming back to her at once. The day at the cafè wasn’t the first time you two met, and she remembered now.

-

a/n: second repost while i work on part 3 :)

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[tee-dohrnii]

Hey!! I’d love to see Thalia and Gale being domestic, if you don’t mind!! Your art is GORGEOUS.

I’d also love to learn more about Thalia’s backstory or any Gale headcannons you had!

I hope this counts as being domestic I just can't resist a good nap time moment :') and I also wanted to just do doodles but I got carried away and started coloring 😭 coloring has never been my strong suit so I hope this is fine

And uaaa thank you for thinking my art is gorgeous!!! I'm honestly really glad to see people are enjoying my silly doodles here thank you!!

--- vv Thalia backstory blurb vv ---

In terms of backstory, honestly I haven't been able to flesh it out much yet! I also don't know much about dnd lore (I really wish I did) so anything I say here may not be consistent with lore :'D

However, what I have so far is Thalia used to be Thalia Adkrana, daughter of a noble family from a powerful bloodline of storm sorcerers. Despite being the 4th born child out of 5 children, since birth she's shown to be more blessed with magic than anyone in her family, powerful storms raging around her constantly when she was younger and destroying anything around her, causing trouble for her family. As she grew older, she may have logically understood how it is to keep her lightning under control, but whenever she gets very emotional her magic tends to lash out in response to her reactions. Growing up privileged and powerful, she also developed a bit of a superiority complex and an awful temper when things don't go her way, so not really a good combo when her magic gets unstable when she's upset.

Because of this, her family preferred keeping her within their property as much as possible to avoid dealing with her and to avoid troubling others, especially when one wrong outburst from her could ruin their family reputation. Growing up isolated from world didn't really help her grow and mature properly either, and her temper tantrums got worse and worse the longer she was kept in there and the more her family seemed to just give up on her. The only one she could really confide in and find comfort in was her younger brother.

Everything really changed when one day she decided to speak up against her family and demanding they let her leave the house, let her come with them to one of their social gatherings. Hells, she's been trapped in their property for 30 years at this point she wants to engage with people, even peasants at this point because she'd rather deal with them than look at the same suffocating decor for even another second. Voices and tempers rising, she grew more and more frustrated as her parents kept shutting down every argument she could come up with, and the more the storms around her grew the more she proved that her parents were right for keeping her in. Angry at them, angry at herself, thunder roared and the lightning sparks dancing around her gathered into huge bolts of lightning, surging out of her in rage as if her magic itself was screaming out for her if her words and her voice couldn't reach her family. She knew they had every good reason to not let her out, knowing her own lack of control over her own emotions - but maybe if they trusted her just once, guided her, saw her as someone in desperate need of help instead of a stain on their family name, maybe things could've been different.

But that's not how we got to this point. A loud thud of a body falling flat on the ground snapped her out of her state and right beside them lay one of their servants, dead at her feet, and as if the panic she was feeling couldn't get any worse, just close by she saw her younger brother lying on the floor, badly hurt and crying out from pain. Immediately her parents, older siblings, and anyone who heard them nearby rushed to her little brother and the poor servant, doing their best to take care of the situation and Thalia stood there silent, watching her world fall apart in front of her eyes.

The order to banish her from their home came soon after, no longer Thalia Adkrana but simply Thalia, removing her status and all the benefits that name gave. Since she so desperately wanted to go out and see the world, now the world is all she'll have and no home to return to.

Kinda really awful timing when shortly after she started her new unwanted life as an adventurer, she got picked up by a nautiloid and had a tadpole squirming its way behind her eye.

And also shortly after meeting poor souls who shared the same unfortunate tadpole situation she was facing, it's no wonder Thalia fell so hard for a certain wizard who showed her in one night how beautiful, intimate, and warm magic could be as it enveloped her whole being like a gentle embrace - that her power and her emotions were something she could learn to channel and not be afraid of, a perspective her family failed to teach her for 30 years. And even if at times she still found herself electrocuting the waters they stood on in her anger or excitement and hurting them, or maybe her temper would get the best of her again and she would unconsciously lash out at them before she could even realize she was yelling, after every argument or petty insults thrown at each other, they would still watch out for one another and care for each other and soon after they'd be sitting around a campfire laughing and enjoying each other's company.

It's no wonder once she's found a family she truly belonged in and felt safe in that her true nature finally bloomed after being suppressed for so long - a kind, lonely girl who loved being around people and helping them in all the ways she wished she could've helped her younger self ages ago, never letting anyone get left behind and given up on like she was back then.

Although being out of touch from reality for 30 years did create a lot of very awkward moments when interacting with people during the beginning of their journey, she did learn very fast how best to compose herself in public - best she could when the ones teaching her are also a couple of social outcasts but hey it's fine.

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Whew! That's a lot actually. Idek if any of that makes sense I'm not going to proofread all that :') I also don't really have any Gale headcanons I do really enjoy reading other people's headcanons about him though!

I hope this answer is sufficient ^_^

[lunarw0rks]

Old Bones | Chapter Three

Summary: After fleeing a toxic relationship, you fear for your safety and hire a bodyguard. He's masked, impassible, and damn good at what he does.

Warning(s): strong language, suggestive language, guns/gun violence, death, gore/medical gore, blood, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I think this is my fav chapter so far, lemme know what y'all think... sorry if it's medically inaccurate but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also the bastard finally has a name !!

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“Squeeze trigger slow, don’t forget to breathe.” His fingers are overtaking yours, contorting yours so they’re using the proper form.

Even if you wanted to make a mistake, his frame was caging you in, stomach pressed deeply into the curve of your back. You do just that, firing at the glass jars lined up several feet away. Not a solid hit, but closer than the others.

Simon steps back, lowering the cock of the weapon for you. “You’re hesitating. There’s no time to hesitate or you’re dead.”

“I know that.” You spit back. The fluster of continually missing, as well as being dragged out here nearly every day was getting to you. Not to mention the heat of the sun beating down on you, successfully blinding any shot you take.

“Then do it properly,” He stands near the jars in front of you now, crossing his arms over his chest in impatience. “You think I have time to ponder when I’m holding a gun to someone’s head? I don’t. I shoot first.”

Such a prick—an insufferable prick at that. His words only escalated the sour mood you’d had during this whole morning of make-shift boot camp.

You raise the pistol again, lining up the sights and tracing along his figure being outlined by the rays of sunshine. You exhale like you’d been coached, jerking the sights to the jar closest to him and squeezing the trigger.

The mason jar explodes, laying askew on the pallets he’d set them up on. He doesn’t jump in surprise, or lose his composure.

“Better. You might actually have a chance… If he’s a statue.” His lack of reaction only pissed you off more, practically wiping any form of a smirk you had after your first lucky bullet. You switch the safety back on, for his well-being as much as your own, and toss the iron to him.

He catches it without a second thought, returning it to the sack of weapons he’d brought to train with. A week, and you’d just barely made it to pistols. Not to mention, on your toes the entire time because there’s been nothing but radio silence on your spouse. Not a letter, not a piece of mail, no sign of a tail—nothing.

He begins the drive back from the countryside, somewhere about an hour out of town where none of the trigger pulls would be heard. His eyes are glued to the unpaved road in front of him, as usual. One hand on the top of the wheel, and the other taking up the entirety of his center console, leaving you little room to breathe.

“I’d say, you’re ready to carry one.” Simon’s words nab your attention. “Just don’t shoot at me again, or you’re shit out of luck.”

You don’t doubt the power of carrying, but it’s new nonetheless.

Perhaps his harsh feedback held weight, and you ‘might’ have a chance in hell of defending yourself. Might—as in, nearly none at all.

Thank the stars for that insufferable prick, then, because whether you want to admit it or not, his services are needed.

—

The weight of the piece is something you’ll have to get used to.

You refused the hip holster, to Simon’s annoyance, of course. Instead, it’s going to remain tucked into your waistband, the icy metal of the .38 revolver digging into the soft flesh of your tailbone.

He’s in the shower now, where he usually spends about two minutes anyways, despite you packing now. Bullets were your words now, if necessary. This situation was past legalities, or forms, or numbing and intrusive questions in the courtroom.

Three sharp pounds on the front door, and you’re already at your feet. The shower shuts off, and Simon has walked out with a towel concealing his waist and already started for the door.

“Wait.” You’re looking through the peephole only greeted with the sight of a badge and an impatient officer. Simon steps back a bit, watching the encounter from the hallway as droplets run down his frame.

Once you’ve opened the door, the officer holds out some sort of form. The prospect of an officer at your door has prevented you from hearing his introduction or caring to take a look at the badge. The only words that find you are ‘husband’ and ‘defamation’.

He doesn’t bother to let you respond, just shoves the form onto the entry table and gives Simon a sickened glare. At first glance, probably thinking Simon is your side piece showering off after a night of adultery.

The officer has retreated down the steps of the complex, leaving you unable to process anything. Simon doesn’t say a word, just retreats to his room to finish dressing, as if there wasn’t almost a dead cop laying in the foyer.

Your hands shiver as you skim through the document, seated at the kitchen table. You couldn’t believe the bastard—cops and judges already on his payroll, coming up with some bogus claim of defamation—all while you’re left with no evidence of the latter.

He’s returned quickly, resting his palms on the table as he soaks in the information. “You’re not going to that trial.” The paper is taken from your fingers, forcing you out of your discomposure.

“I’ll go to prison if I don’t show, Simon.” You respond quickly, wondering what the hell he’s getting you roped into.

“No, you’ll be dead.” He leads, the palms on the table turning to tight fits. “Once you’re in the courtroom, he’ll have access to you, or whatever shitty motel you’ll be staying in for months. You’re not going.” His commands are nearing that of a hardened soldier.

“This is my life you’re talking about. I can’t just pack up and run from the federal government. He’s not going to kill me, he’s going to try and put me in jail, then throw away the key.” Your tone has heightened, but his hasn’t.

He takes a few steps back from the table as if trying not to blow his top. “You’re hiding out in a shitty apartment, sobbing in the middle of supermarkets, and you’re confident in that assessment?”

“If he wanted you in jail, he would’ve planted evidence on you. I’ll repeat myself. You’re not going.” Simon sighs sharply, trying to calm himself again. “We need to get out of this apartment for now, before more police poke around and find you packing heat.”

The lack of decor, luggage still in the corner, non-perishables you’d bought—all for the inevitable moment he finds you. That moment was here, and now you were packing it all away. Somehow the place looked less pitiful with it all packed away and stuffed into his backseat.

—

You were somewhere in the countryside, only in the opposite direction of the shooting range you were at that morning. He hadn’t stopped once during the long ride and wasn’t planning to. You were in a small town before you knew it—someplace you’d never heard of, and probably with a population that doesn’t reach triple digits.

The barren landscape you were passing in the near forties seemed to continue forever. The endless crop and winding paths would provide cover, but the scenarios playing in your head depicted worse.

The entirety of the town was in a cluster—a few gas pumps, a motel, a pharmacy, and a diner—all of which much older than you’d been alive, visibly decaying under years of neglect.

His truck rolled to a stop, parking in the empty lot of the motel. You two seemed to be the only ones rooming in this apocalyptic townlet, and you were grateful for that, at least. He retreated into the office and returned holding a key to your room.

You climbed out, retrieving the duffel that had your entire life packed into it. His bag of weapons was slung over his shoulder, and he carried it as if the weight had no effect. He’d stayed quiet the whole trip, and it continued well into entering the shared space.

Two beds, a bathroom, and a kitchenette. Nicer than you expected, albeit the exterior painted a different picture earlier.

Your stiff limbs freed themselves when you sprawled out on the bed you claimed, remaining in disbelief of the situation at hand. You were on the run again, but this time not from him—from the law. How long could this go on? Living in motels, with an overbearing male roommate? Especially one without a sense of humor; the spiteful cherry on top.

He closed the curtains with a jerk, forcing you to stare at the dated floral pattern they had, instead of the secluded view outside. There was no time for error, especially when it was someone other than the law to figure out you’d skipped town.

Just when you’ve begun to close your eyes, he’s loudly rifling through the luggage sitting on the floor, muttering curses under his breath. You sit up in bed in a huff, glaring into his back. Finally, he pulls out the bottle of Kentucky, pouring himself a generous glass, before thumping it down onto the faux-granite counter.

“Seriously?” You sigh, sitting yourself up on your arms.

He takes a few seconds, savoring the burn running down his throat. “Gonna need it. Helps me focus.”

“We’ll need to pick up a few things at that pharmacy, so get up.” There’s no chance in hell he’s leaving you here alone, despite the store only being a few blocks away. Bickering only greeted you with an icy glare, so you grumbled to your feet, slipping into the jacket you’d removed only minutes before.

In usual fashion, he’s a few steps behind you, watching the few people that are out and about at the moment, most of which are retirement age.

You’re inside the pharmacy now, practically tapping your foot at him as he grabs the supplies you two might need. More non-perishables as well as a small kit used for camping. It was clear to you this little “road trip” wasn’t going to end soon—and he was quite used to being on the run.

As soon as he’s placed the bills on the checkout counter, you’ve exited the store, nearly skipping back to his truck. He begins the short drive back, but his eyes keep darting between the rearview mirror and over his shoulder.

“We have a tail.” He snarls, continuing to divert further from town. “I’m gonna make sure we lose it.”

His words make your hairs stand, whatever the hell he meant by that was nothing pretty. He was getting further from town, so whatever his plans were needed absolutely no witnesses.

“Gun?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at the black Mercedes creeping closer.

He nods, still frantically assessing his four corners. The road signs have disappeared again, and you’re back to crops and trucking warehouses. You lift yourself off the seat a bit, retrieving the revolver you previously had tucked away. You check the cylinder, indeed seeing six bullets loaded inside—bullets he’d filed X’s into the tips himself—they “blew a nastier hole” that way, according to him.

It’s in your lap now, as you bounce around from his speed increase. The tail does the same, nearly bumper to bumper with his trunk now. Simon diverts, trying to ensure it can’t clip it, but the unpaved road before you is already unsteady enough when you’re going straight.

The Mercedes clips into the side of his truck, but the size difference between the cars only causes it to swerve. Simon turns abruptly, making the tail believe he’s taking a right. In reality, he swerves left, causing the confused driver to go straight into the metal fence lining the road.

You only see the wreckage briefly; crushed hood, steam rising from the hood, and no further movement from the driver.

He slams the brakes, pulling off to the side. He pulls out his much larger caliber pistol, slamming the truck door behind him. He’s gone to make sure he finishes the job.

Your fingers find the lock button, about to hear that click, when the passenger door is whipped open, and you’re face down in the gravel before you know it. Your gun is askew somewhere, having been ripped from your hands.

The assailant's fingers dig into your scalp, forcing you to kneel on the sharp pebbles. He’s surely one of the men your husband hired. His nose is busted, and there are small shards of glass embedded in his face that he’s too determined to mind.

This was the moment fate caught up with you, just like you’d thought it would. Either with you dead in your apartment, or staring down the barrel of a gun like you are now—disarmed and on your knees execution-style.

He cocks it, pressing the metal into your temple.

The unmistakable crack of a gunshot echoes through the countryside, causing both of you to jump in surprise. Had Simon been ambushed? Was he already bleeding out in the dirt?

He seems to think the same, a lordly smirk spreading, revealing his bloodied teeth. You snap your eyes to the stars above you. His leer is not going to be the last thing you see—the night sky would be.

The ring in your ears is louder than the gunshot itself. Warm sprinkles have splattered across you now, dripping down your neck. But you’re not dead. Not clenching a bullet hole either. You have to look down to be sure, examining your body with sanguine hands.

Instead, it’s the man with a hole in his head crumbled in front of you, still your pistol in his dead fingers. The ringing subsides, but your eardrums are muffled slightly like you’ve just had your head underwater.

“Bastard got me,” Simon stumbles back, making you sigh in relief, “—came out of the fuckin’ backseat, didn’t see him.” He’s sputtering, putting a flat palm against the stab wounds on his stomach, while the other is against the door of the truck.

You use the truck for support as well, feeling the stray pebbles that were still digging into your knees, not to mention the crimson seeping into the fabric of your clothes, sticking to you. You snatch your pistol back, stuffing it back into your waistband.

He’s barely upright now. An uncanny sight at best, seeing him struggle to hold his own weight.

“We need to… Clean this up…” He takes his palm off the truck, but it’s returned when he nearly stumbles again. He’s fighting himself, forcing himself to be the one in charge here. Simon glowers down at his abdomen, lifting the saturated fabric. It’s worse than you expected, not in the deepness of the punctures, but how much blood he lost in the scuffle.

You can tell he wants to speak, to give you some sort of instruction, but the pants coming from him are too severe. He slides down the truck, leaning against the large tire for support. He’s gone even paler than usual—you can tell through the eyes of his mask.

His chest is rising and falling rapidly, at least. But it won’t be soon if you don’t do something.

It’s a blur; grunting and using all your might to put the dead man into the bed of the truck. You open the door to the backseat, finding the foil blanket in the camping kit Simon bought. You cover the bed, so his corpse looks like nothing more than a lump of firewood, or hay, or something other than what it is.

The skinny flashlight finds its way between your teeth, as you scoop and kick the dirt around to cover up the blood. The storm clouds forming are your only hope of washing away any evidence of this bloodbath. You shine the light on the side of the car, where some of the splatter had cast. You wipe it away with your sleeve, leaving only small traces of it.

Finally, it shined on him. A half-conscious Simon, who you can barely lift into the truck. He gives a little way, but your arms are putty by the end of the ordeal. He’s slumped in the seat, and you haven’t bothered to buckle him in.

You climb inside the driver’s seat, reversing quickly to make it back to the motel. The lack of guests will make patching him up easier, but the prospect of what unfolded is not providing much comfort. You’re speeding down the strip of unpaved road, eventually greeted by the few street lights illuminating the town.

You slow when you reach the parking space, claiming the one directly across from your room, so transporting Simon is easier. Luckily, the few residents that live there have retreated in for the night, leaving no prying eyes around.

You palm his pockets, locating the room key. There’s no time for slippery fingers or trembling hands. You make way for yourself and him by opening the door first, then pulling him out of the truck. He’s putting as much weight on himself as he can, but you’re left to do most of the literal heavy lifting.

Simon was otiosely dropped onto his bed, left to writhe only for a few seconds while you grabbed the rest of the camping kit from the backseat. When you return and lock the doors behind you, you’re quick to dig through the luggage for pieces of clothing. Ones you can put underneath his torso to prevent the mess his wounds are going to make.

You fish the knife he kept in his pocket out, cutting through the soaked t-shirt fabric. It glides off easily, allowing your amateur eyes to feast on the punctures. They aren’t deep, clearly not done with enough force to do serious internal damage, but there’s enough for the blood loss to be his biggest problem.

Simon must’ve finished him off before he could rough him up more—you could tell by how jagged the last stab was—like the man’s blade had been ripped away hastily.

“The bourbon…” He murmurs, bringing the bottle to your attention. Something you’ll be able to use. The self-medication that was slowly killing him might just be his saving grace.

You zip to the counter, unscrewing the cap from the bottle. He nods his head, bracing himself like he’s been through his a hundred times. He probably has, for all you know. The fawn-tinted liquid sizzles at his wounds, both disinfecting and irritating the reddened, puffy flesh.

He’s gritting his teeth under the mask, clenching one of the towels you laid out for dear life. Still, handling the pain better than you expected. You, on the other hand, were minutes from spewing.

The blood was coming out faster than you could keep up with, and no matter how many times you dug through that camping kit, it was only small bandages and ointment. You had no choice, you had to get to that pharmacy.

First, you’re hunched over the sink, scrubbing away the crimson coating you. You take off your jacket, ridding yourself of your bloodied clothes. One of his hoodies will have to do, and it will cover the remnants remaining in your hair. From how squeamish the sight was making you, you could swear you were paler than the man actively bleeding out.

Next, you’re out the door again, darting down the slick streets. Those storm clouds you saw earlier had begun to rain down on you. Good for the crime scene miles away, but not for your joints. That taste of blood, pinching in your side as you forced yourself to keep going, closing in on the pharmacy eventually.

Heaving in the first-aid aisle, grabbing any sterile gauze you see, then a box of gloves. Of course, the selection is limited. The townsfolk probably aren’t playing mob doctor like you are right now.

Once you’ve made uneducated guesses on what to get, it’s like you’re reminded of the dying man in your hotel room. There’s no time to pay, and no active cameras—no time to question the logistics of it all. Besides, the geriatric clerk barely gave you a passing glance when you stormed inside.

You’re out the back door, looping around the building until you’re back on the sidewalk again, racing with the supplies hooked under your arm. You’ve only been away minutes, but those were precious minutes where he could’ve hemorrhaged even more.

The rain putters heavily, coating your lashes like it did in the parking lot of the supermarket, daring you to stumble in disorientation.

You fiddle with the key, nearly kicking the door down when it struggles. It gives way eventually, and you’ve slammed it, already sitting on the edge of the bed. He kept a hand on his wounds while you were away, luckily, but he’s starting to slip again.

You peel Simon’s large fingers away, then look at the supplies before you. You rush to the sink and sterilize your fingers, darting your gaze from the sink back to him.

You look down at it—the engagement ring you haven’t been able to take off all this time.

“Fuck it.” You mutter, tearing it off your finger. It clatters somewhere in the sink, and you leave it there to get back to Simon. You tear the cardboard encasing the gloves, slipping them onto your trembling fingers—partially from the cold rain, as well as the know-nothing decisions you’re going to make to treat him.

Stitches are out of the question, so you’re going to have to pack the wounds—something you've seen on a medical show once. You unravel the roll of gauze, cutting off small sections of it with the knife, and then get to work.

He’s lucky he’s knocked out because he’d probably cringing right now—from your medical care, not your fingers digging around at his wounds.

You loop the bandage around your index finger, trying to recall the steps. You push it deep enough to prevent it from bleeding through, stuffing the gashes in a zig-zag pattern. One by one, you move to the next wound until they’re all packed.

If these stabs had been any deeper, there would be two bodies in the bed of the truck right now—one of which would be the owner. Opportunely, they hadn’t bled through the gauze so far.

The exhaustion caught up with you quickly, but you were determined to keep an eye on him. Without him, you were screwed, plain and simple. He wasn’t going to die and leave you with this unexplainable mess, one that he got you into when he took you on this hellacious joyride.

—

You must’ve dozed sometime in the night because the sunrise was peaking through the gaps of the curtains when your eyes opened. Not to mention, Simon was shoving you away from him, grunting as he was finally able to sit up.

He peered down at the evidence of the unpractised medical attention you’d given him. His fingers found the bottle of Kentucky still on the nightstand, and he took a slug from it, feeling the tension release a little bit.

The sight of the room surprised him a bit—the medical supplies and luggage thrown around, the clothing laid out below him, and not to mention the blood still dried on your fingers.

He finds his footing, despite the frazzled expression you’re maintaining. He’s been here before, in fact, been closer to death many times. This was nothing to Simon—“just a scratch” as he’d say. He grabs one of the only clean shirts left, slipping it on to cover himself.

After he’s taken another drink, he turns to you, standing above you with authority. This was no longer a game of cat and mouse, it was past that now. He had bigger problems, like the corpse in the bed of his truck, and the prospect of more of those men coming.

He finally finds the words when he sees you’re no longer wearing your ring. “What’s this bloke's name, the one who sent his dogs on us?”

You shake your head in confusion, but his clenched jaw is persistent and only going tighter. You’re forced to swallow the lump forming in your throat. You, too, can tell things are changing, and it’s become more personal for Simon than he’d like to admit.

 You utter his name, as he’s forced you to reveal it. “Cal. His name is Cal.”

He takes a sharp inhale, taking in the information. The hands that were resting at his sides have now turned to fits. “After we take care of that problem in the back of my truck, we’re gonna find this bastard.” You could swear steam would be coming out of his ears by now.

He grabs his truck keys off the table and starts towards the door, growling something under his breath that you didn’t make out,

“I’m gonna find this bastard…”

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Kinktober 22

22. True Monsters, Spiritual Possession, Sexual Exhaustion

The thing is.

The thing is, about having two otherworldy lovers.

The thing is about it, is you can do some awfully kinky things.

They have corporeal forms of course, but they aren’t actually mortal beings. Things can get strange and metaphysical and very filthy indeed. 

It’s an odd experience to have another soul in your body. A body is meant to be a singular thing, after all, directed by one mind and one mind only, a consciousness deciding on every movement. You should have total control over your actions. 

That is not the case. Right now you can feel Crowley inside you, and not in the usual way. His existence is pressed up against your own, your very souls rutting against each other, fighting for dominance and utterly entwined. You are one. He’s using your fingers to explore the meat of your cunt. You’ve already come twice and he’s not done with you yet. 

“Such a pretty little clit,” you hear your own voice say, but with Crowley’s cadence. You mewl and try to get his hand to stop but he keeps going. Your slick drips down to your knuckles and you feel yourself reach up and taste yourself, a tang flooding your tongue. 

“You are delicious. If I was you this is all I’d do all day, nightingale. Lie here and fuck myself. You’re so lovely, and your pleasure? Christ, it’s like a drug. Intoxicating.”

You huff a laugh at his ridiculous compliments but feel your skin heating up. 

“Hmm. Well, I wouldn’t get much done, would I?” you answer him. He splays your creamy pussy open and your head turns to your other lover. Aziraphale, for his part, has been watching utterly entranced, rendered speechless at the strange and bewitching pornography before him. He strokes himself as he stares at you, at both of you. 

“Come on, angel. We’re ready,” Crowley breathes. Aziraphale kneels before you, hitching one of your legs over his shoulder, rubbing the blunt head of his cock against your sore centre. 

“Strangest threesome I’ve ever had,” you manage, and the three of you chuckle.

“Hmm, it’s certainly up there, my darling,” Aziraphale agrees as he slides home. Your body bucks and twists and the angel has to pin your hips down to stay sheathed in you. 

“Oh my— how— how does it feel so good?” Crowley drawls from your lips. “You’ve both fucked me hundreds of times and it’s never been…”

“My darling, that’s because you’re in a human body. They’re a little more sensitive than ours. We’re made of starlight, of dust; they’re all flesh and blood and softness and velvet,” Aziraphale muses as he starts to fuck you properly. The slide of his cock is overwhelming for Crowley, you can feel his spirit roil in your ribs and stomach. 

“Oh, oh, I’m going to —”

Your body comes and you’re swept away with it. Aziraphale keeps going, a smile spreading over his face. 

“Angel?” whispers Crowley, blissed out. Aziraphale cocks a brow. 

“The two of us aren’t finished yet, darling,” he hums. 

“You can tap out though,” you tell Crowley with a grin. Inside you, he pouts. 

“Not a chance.”

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[an-idyllic-novelist]

Hi, could I request for a Lady Tamayo!Reader paired with Buddha?

This reader was revived by Brunhilde to be the doctor for the 13 champions and she's loyal (not too loyal) to her bc she saved her from her punishment from being a demon.

The scenario would be that they met when she treated him after his fight and they got to know each other after that?

Please and thank you

Here it is! Special thanks to @nixes-noxes for proofreading/editing to make sure that the characters weren’t OOC. Enjoy and have a lovely day/evening!

Warnings: manga spoilers

Buddha was…a difficult patient. Despite all of the odds that were stacked against him in his fight with Zero, he won. Yet his victory for humanity isn’t an excuse to sneak out of his room to bask underneath the canopy of his bodhi tree and enjoy a passing breeze with sun shining down from the sky.

That is one of the reasons why Brunhilde had summoned Lady [First Name] [Last Name] from Helheim despite being a demon; before she had been killed by Muzan after drugging him with an elixir during their confrontation in the Infinity Castle, Lady [First Name} had been a doctor. Together with her companion Yushiro, she helped as many humans as she could with their alignments,including those who had been afflicted with Muzan’s poisonous blood and became flesh-eating demons.

In retrospect, dying to give the Demon Slayers a chance to destroy the man who had ruined her human life wasn’t a terrible thing…but Lady [First Name] had not expected to wake up in a dark wasteland teeming with demons that were just as dangerous, if not more, than the demon king himself. It was through sheer dumb luck that she had survived for so long until the Valkyrie had brought from her ‘punishment’ and offered her the position of being humanity’s chief physician in the medical wing.

It did not take the young woman very much time to give Brunhilde an answer. At this point anything was better than being stuck in Helheim. Disinfecting wounds, monitoring a patient’s health, and making sure that they are being properly fed? Yes. She can do that.

But the demon did not recall that being the ‘chief physician’ also meant chasing after a stubborn god.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Lady [First Name] walked up the steep grassy hill as best as she could in her [Favorite Color] kimono and zori sandals till she was standing right behind Buddha, munching on snacks that she specifically recalled telling him to cut back on until he was ready for the next stage of his treatment.

“Why am I not surprised to find you here, my lord?”

“Should ya even be surprised anymore, doc?” Buddha snarked back, unwrapping a candy bar and throwing it in his mouth. “Besides, do you really believe I’d miss an opportunity to get some fresh air?”

She frowned. “I never said that there was a problem with being outside, Lord Buddha. In fact, it is supposed to improve your sleep, cognition, and overall well-being rather than being confined indoors all of the time. I did, however, say that you can but it would be in everyone’s benefit to inform myself or the staff that you wish to go outside instead of sneaking out. Lady Brunhilde was quite upset when she came to the medical wing earlier this afternoon to find out that you were…missing.”

“Bruni will be fine, she’s a lot tougher than she looks, believe me. Let her focus on the eighth round. I might have won but we still need more wins if the gods’ll leave the humans alone. More importantly,” He glanced over his shoulder, a single aquamarine orb staring right at her. “Do I even know you?”

Lady [First Name] tilted her head, staring at him for a moment before smiling softly. It appears that Lady Brunhilde was not joking when she had casually mentioned just how laid-back Buddha is…or simply doesn’t give a shit about anyone. The Valkyrie’s words, not hers, thank you very much. But being a doctor secretly researching demonic transformations or performing blood transfusions did not have its own issues. She also had to handle human patients too. Inhaling a deep breath through her nostrils, she calmed her anger before answering Buddha.

“All you need to know is that my job is to ensure the mental and physical health of all humanity’s champions, Lord Buddha. It goes against my oath as a doctor to force a patient to do something against their will. In this scenario, however, I offer…an ultimatum.” She paused, staring at the blonde-haired deity. Since Buddha didn’t interrupt nor look away, the demon took this as a cue to elaborate.

“I will speak to the staff and allow you to lounge outside here or in the greenhouse until a fixed time. When that time is up, you must return to your room and rest. Yes, this is a curfew, but this is the best that I can offer you right now. You may no longer be in critical condition, though there is a chance that your health or recovery might have some setbacks.”

She could tell immediately that Buddha wasn’t too thrilled with this restriction. No one likes having someone hovering over their shoulder or counting down the minutes until they have to go back to their room when all they want is a little time to themselves before running through medical tests for the nth time of the day.

“Is there any chance you can include snacks-”

“That will be taken into consideration once your bloodwork comes back, Lord Buddha.” Lady [First Name] chuckled, witnessing one of the most powerful gods pouting petulantly like a child. Shaking her head, she decided to do something that she hadn’t done in all of her years of practicing medicine: she sat next to him under the bodhi tree, paying no heed to getting grass stains on her kimono as she stared up at the floating islands of Valhalla in comfortable silence.

He did not say anything….that was progress. Maybe?

[pieroulette]

aaah yess thank you!!! can i request yandere andteam reacting to you trying to poison them? putting too much salt/pepper, sauce, etc! i don't know if you're ready to write yandere for andteam, tell me if that makes you uncomfortable.. i hope you're having a good day!!!

「 YANDERE! &TEAM REACTION TO YOU TRYING TO POISON THEM 」

WARNING yandere, poisoning, attempted murder, profanity.

AUTHOR'S NOTE yeepiee let the empire of &team fics rise upon the top of the pinnacle lmao. requests r always open for &TEAM (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ also this is my first time trying out a reaction lol, tbh I had fun and I hope this turn out well for you anon.

K

“Ha, darling.” Kei crouched before your helpless form on the ground, a pathetic scene after being yanked by him. “What’s this?” his hand clutches the bottle he caught you pouring it in minutes ago. Yet he didn’t say anything, he even waited for you to serve it before him—with that grin splattered on his face, you didn’t even have a tad bit of regret.

You just wanted to be free. Free, that’s all you've ever wanted.

However, he’s too cruel, too cruel. Just why won’t he die?

“Trying to murder me? How cute.”

Your dark orbs rattling in terror yet glaring up to him cause him to chuckle, yet even those oh so innocence on his plump lips ceases to exist, tugging your hand up making you stand up on your feet. “Tell me, who brainwashed you to do this? Would it make you happy if I’m dead in front of you, love?”

“Yes! I want you dead! You– you freaking m-monster,” stuttering as you saw his eyes darkened even more, yet you don’t care, proceeding with the words you’re going to say. “I’d be so happy to see you fucking lifeless, just so I can be free!”

A menacing silence of terror consumes the space you two were in.

“Well then, too bad.” He leans in forward, a few inches close to your face. “I’d be so happy to see you limping through the floor, just so you can no longer be free. I wouldn’t mind.”

FUMA

His face contorted into rage, ultimately pushing your feet backwards in attempts to avoid his hysterical form at the table, smashing the plates and utensils—it’s broken pieces scattered all on the red carpet. You were beyond terrified, Fuma has never acted like this. Even when he threw you in the basement for the first time, he was gentle and caring, even when you spat insults at him—he was patient.

This was the first time.

“I’ve done nothing but be kind to you,” Fuma snapped his rattling orbs, red veins popping around his neck, his once properly brushed hair now messy to no return. “Yet this is what you repay me?”

“Fuck, babe. How about we have dinner together then?”

“No- no!” you screamed at him as he got a spoonful of rice, approaching you.

“I thought you wanted me to die so bad? Then join me, we could feast as long as we want in hell, darling!”

YUMA

A hum so delighted as he placed the spoon on the tip of his tongue, but as desperate as you were to see him chew it and consume it. Long finger grabbed ahold of your jaw, and your orbs rattled in beyond horror as he pushed his lips against you, forcing your mouth to open and the beads of rice blended into your wet flesh.

You fell on your knees, splayed fingers clutching your mouth trying to get the poisonous dish off your esophagus.

A sheer giggle emits from the male standing beside you, hands grabbing a fistful of your hair—forcing your face to meet those psychotic gaze.

“I can see you want me to eat it, so I was thinking that it would be nice to share it with you too.”

NICHOLAS

“Pfft.” a menacing giggle emitted from the older boy, causing your arms to snap in fear after he dropped the rice-filled spoon onto the table. “Can’t you be any more dense?”

“See, guess I haven’t taught you enough under there? Tell me. I would be happier to spend more time with you.”

Glint of a blade flashed through your eyes causing you to squint almost immediately, horror splattered on your face as he twirls it around his fingers. Sadistic is what you call him, Nicholas lives on in your pain regardless of how much he says he cares for you. Grabbing the Polaroid camera, he did—as he approached you in a leisure manner.

You shook your head as you trembled before him, unable to utter anything to save your life.

A fit of laughter emits from Nicholas, as he crouched before you. "Babe, you're the reason why my head—" he tapped his fingers against his forehead, "Isn't functioning anymore. All it thinks about is you... crying actually."

"Now, say cheese."

EJ

He went hysterical of it, throwing you off the chair and yet immediately apologised like crazy. Constantly repeating how sorry he was for hurting you and stuff which immediately guilted you, like what the actual fuck?

“I get it that you want to kill me, but could you atleast give me the chance before you try to do so?” his teared up orbs held so much affection in it as he rubs your arm gently.

It threw you off, “I-i…”

“Next time, I’ll make sure to let you go. Just please, give me a chance. Give me time, if you still don’t like me then I'll let you go.”

You didn’t utter anything, only nodding over how desperate he was and how bliss replaced his contorted expressions in a swift speed as he pulled you in a tight embrace. Yet oblivious you were as the boy in your arms, smirking to himself. Sure, he was beyond pissed over your bold actions but how could he destroy his hard-earned innocent image? Yes he kidnapped you, restrained you against your wishes but it was because you were so oblivious.

His teary doe eyes fell on the floor, meticulously calculating the next step of his plan.

JO

“I could’ve saluted you if you tried harder, you know.”

“What?” you bit your lip against the peering of the male sitting on the couch, the bowl of soup left unattended on top of the table. His slouching back facing you, however his voice laced with something you couldn’t comprehend only fuels the shivering on your hands as you tried to stop it.

Jo stood up in silence, turning over his shoulder where a gentle smile remained on his lips—approaching you ever so slowly, holding the plate on his other hand. “Did you put something in here?”

“W-what do you mean?” you lowered your eyes, avoiding his dark orbs. “Why does it taste salty? If you want, I can—”

“Nothing, it’s just nice. But I think that maybe, we could let someone have this.” Jo’s lips pulled up menacingly. “Let them have the soup you made, that’s how kind I am, right?”

HARUA

Harua stayed silent as he chewed, ultimately spitting it off to your utter horror. You could only observe as his heavy dark gaze fixated on you as he wiped his stained lips off with the white cloth as gently as possible—as if his initial reactions weren’t scary enough.. Quiet he was, but the dread consuming you had your knees tremble as an unnerving giggle emits from him, hissing at last.

“I-I’m sorry-”

“I don’t need your sorry.” He spat out, eyes widening and eyebrows raising in mockery. “I’ve given you enough chances, I guess you are just an ungrateful brat.”

“Do you think I'm dumb enough not to see how fucking excited you were to see me eat it?” Harua lifted his finger up to his lower up, pouting like a child. "I got to admit, though. That look, absolutely looks wonderful.

"However, do you think you can hold that look as I break your arms apart? You wouldn't need it anymore anyways, right?"

TAKI

“Say,” Taki turns his attention to you, chewing supposedly a dish you've poisoned. "How about you beg before I count to three?"

That alone was enough for your chair to screech against the floor, falling on your knees. "I- I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"

"Tsk, tsk. How foolish, are we, princess?" Your face received a harsh blow against the cold wooden floor, a stark contrast from his gentle voice. "I don't think begging is enough—"

Whimpering as you clutched your stinging cheeks from the impact.

Ogling his eyes out akin to a madness spiralling out from it, "You should at least show me how sorry you are by letting me carve my name on you, atleast?"

MAKI

“It tastes so good, I wonder what you put in it!” exclaimed Maki, a grin so wide and bright that it made your stomach churned. You felt sick around him, his puppy vibes.

"I- I just added some extra spices, you know..—" you waited in desperation for the poison to kick in, searching for the signs on his face.

Then came a giggle from the boy himself, "What are you so intently waiting for? If you're waiting for me to die then it's game over."

You found your tongue tied immediately when you caught on to what Maki uttered out loud. Yet despite that, that wide grin never ceases to exist.

"Cause love," that huge grin on his face only grew menacingly wider—yet those fluttering eyelashes lifted it's veil off the pitch black orbs peering into your soul. "It's on your food."

You hold your mouth as soon as he uttered those words, trying to vomit it all out. However the boy hummed in delight, placing his chin on his hands. "It's a joke, darling."

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[muffinsin]

Hello again! I'm the soft anon who asked for the knotting/breeding Cassandra piece with cuddling after. I've read it multiple times over at this point. thank you for taking my request! Would love to hear how being taken against the wall went that was mentioned in the fic briefly. No rush take your time! You get these out so fast it's kinda crazy!

Absolutely! ;) this sat in my inbox for a bit so I’m glad I get to tend to it now! :)

(The post that is being referred to can be found HERE)

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You feel sharp teeth drag against your sensitive neck, teasing you. You know they’re ready to push it at any time, and yet you’re left anticipating pain you can’t predict properly.

Cassandra chuckles darkly against your ear, her hot breath tickling your skin.

Your warm cheek is pressed up against the wall, as are your bare breasts. Strong hands with sharp nails grope your ass. “My sweet little lamb…”, she groans. “What you do to me…”, Cassandra adds in a mere seductive whisper.

Her hips thrust against yours slowly, her large cock between your ass cheeks.

She’s ready to push herself inside your cunt at any moment, but just as it is with her teeth at your neck, you can’t predict when it will happen, merely that it will.

It has you anxious and excited at the same time- Cassandra loves it.

She slaps your ass roughly, drawing a sweet gasp and surprised yelp from you. The sadist hums as your flesh jiggles. Another slap follows, and another.

“Please…”, you beg breathlessly. She smirks, tongue darting out to taste your flesh. “Please what, little lamb? Must I discipline you again, pet?”

Her words bring shivers down your spine. Of course, the predator notices this, and smirks. She dearly loves the reactions she can draw from you, and perhaps loves dragging them from you even more.

“Please fill me, Lady Cassandra”, you beg. Her knot is thick and full, her cock painfully hard. You ache to help her ease the tension in her muscles, the fullness of her balls.

You want nothing more but for the powerful woman to empty herself in you.

Cassandra crackles at this, and another slap follows to your behind. You whimper as she leaves nail marks this time, bloodied slightly and stinging. The sadist smiles and hums.

“You will need to beg better than that, morsel”

You gulp. You attempt to grind your hips back against her, eager for friction of her body against yours. A strong hand on your hip stops you and draws another whimper from you.

“Please…I’d do anything- please fuck me! Let me drain your knot, I beg of you, Miss” you gasp. All that is on your mind is the woman behind you.

You scream when her teeth dig into you at last, and as she drinks and drains some of your blood, screams and whimpers turn into moans and mewls.

You gasp when you feel her tip press up against your wet entrance. She’s teasing you by sliding it through your soaked slit, over and over, at times up far enough to bump against your sensitive clit.

She groans against your skin, humming at the blood in her mouth.

When a drop dares slide down your front, she catches it with a finger easily.

“Plea-AAH!” “Fuck!”, you curse, her cock deep inside of you, her tongue sliding across your neck erotically, caressing the goosebumps found there. She licks your blood up eagerly even as she pulls her teeth out.

“Rock your hips for me, little lamb. Show me what a desperate slut I own for a pet”, she commands. Her voice leaves no room for complaints, not that this is what you had in mind.

You move momentarily, then grind your hips back against hers with ease.

She’s large and thick inside of you, stuffing and filling you to the brim, yet fitting so snugly inside of you. You blush at the realisation that after the many times she has taken you, your pussy is now perfectly molded for her, hugging her cock tightly and perfectly and taking nothing but her.

The brunette woman licks up your blood eagerly, her fingers reaching forwards and playing with you. The wall, despite being cool, offers your burning skin barely any relief.

“Spread”

A simple, forceful command. You spread your legs wider than they already are and moan as skilled fingers find your clit.

She rubs it slowly, matching your gentle pace, at first.

Your eyes widen when you feel her elegant smirk against your skin and her sadistic laughter behind you. “You best hold on tight, morsel”, she warns.

You barely have time to push your hands against her arm and the wall before she thrusts into you, hard and fast, an unforgiving pace set by the insatiable woman.

Your cunt burns and tingles, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. She’s angled perfectly to hit your G-Spot, it’s unfair!

Cassandra’s fingers resume rubbing your clit- fast and rough, just like her newly set pace. Your head is thrown back against her shoulder. Golden eyes stare at you hungrily.

Moans, gasps, whimpers, groans and mewls fall from both of your lips. Your pussy makes a squelching sound each time she draws back a little and pushes herself back forwards.

You feel blood trickling down your chin from where she bit you, then her tongue, warm and precise, follows.

The huntress licks up all that drips from your wound, moaning and humming as she does, hips burning as she uses you for her pleasure, yet brings you to your own bliss.

Cassandra laughs gleefully at your orgasm, her teeth dug back in your skin.

This makes you shiver and roll your eyes back. What was it she had told you once? About your blood tasting irresistible and even tastier whenever you are on the brink or during an orgasm?

Your whimpers are loud in her ear, her moans in yours. She continues her welcomed assault on your sensitive pussy, easily overstimulating you.

“Mhmm, you taste delicious, my little lamb”, she coos, fingers moving over your clit. She traps it between her thumb and middle finger, her index finger stroking and rubbing the warm bud fast. You feel your knees weakening.

She’s bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm as she chases her own. Feeling her twitching within you drives you crazy, feeling your wet pussy tighten around her makes her head spin.

Her other hand at last moves to your front too, cupping your breast harshly. You feel her nails digging in.

Her knot, full and large, is pressed against your slit. It won’t enter you yet, instead serves as a constant reminder of what she will do to you.

You whimper and moan miserably, pathetically begging for your orgasm and to be filled up by her.

“What do you want, pet? Speak!”

You moan at her words, back arched. “Please, Miss”, you beg. “Fill m-ee, please…I nee-eed it so ba-a-aah!-d” you barely manage to bring out between your own gasps and moans. She chuckles a this.

“Will my little lamb behave for me?”, she coos. It’s a silly question, really, you both know you will, lest she will simply make you with known ease. Still, you nod your head fast. “Yes, yes yes! I promise, Lady Cassandra!”

You gasp when she grips your hips and pulls you back against her front, thrusting hard and fast, and oh so deep inside of you.

“Cum then, little lamp”, she allows you.

As your pussy squeezes her full cock, Cassandra too cums, thick ropes of white seed shooting inside of you at last. You giggle breathlessly, knowing this isn’t the end

[dragon-chica]

Somnophilia - Tim Drake

Fandom: Batman

I’m supposed to be asleep but instead I’m writing things to do when Tim is 🤦🏻‍♀️My phone has formatted this so weird.

Tim brought up the idea to you multiple times, and you first actually considered it when he fell asleep on you, mid-fuck.

You were hesitant about the suggestion at first, but, Tim reasoned how he tends to fall asleep immediately once his head hits the bed, willing or not.

He’s out like a light and dead to the world, the only thing you know can wake him is a special emergency Batman alarm.

Which is great for sleeping with him, cuddle him however you wish, he will be out for hours.

But it’s a little tricky when you want to do more.

And honestly it’s kind of awkward to get yourself off with your boyfriend snoozing directly beside you.

”What if you wake up? What if you don’t wake up?”

“Then I have a good dream and dried cum in the morning.” He shrugged, smiling at you.

”You really don’t think I’d clean you up afterwards?”

You’re still a little unsure the first time, but with given consent and a burning desire for your boyfriend and his beautiful body-

You start slow, watching his face for any signs of waking up, gently pushing his loose shirt up to reveal his chest, littering kisses as the fabric rises.

Not a peep.

Next his boxers, you again watch his face as one hand slips beneath him and into his shorts, giving a nice squeeze to his round butt that earns you a small breathy gasp.

Once you slowly remove them, excitement is building as he stays asleep as you drag the soft material down his thighs, do you notice he’s already half hard.

You smirk, maybe he does still get to enjoy this too.

Grabbing the bottle of lube beside you, then lifting one leg to bend at the knee over your leg while you scoot to sit at his patted thighs.

You uncap the bottle and coat two fingers, despite warming up a little on your hand Tim still gasps inaudibly as one cool coated finger presses against his hole and circling it lightly before pressing in.

It takes a few moments to get him properly stretched, and you relish the small noises Tim makes for you even like this, before sliding his silver and jeweled plug into his ass.

You tap the back lightly once it’s in making him jolt ever the slightest.

A sure fire hint to know what you did during the night.

You press a careful kiss to his lips, your sleeping beauty. And how beautiful he does look.

Both hands move up to his chest, taking an indulgent second to cup and grope his pecs before focusing on his rosy nipples.

Pinching and rolling the sensitive flesh between your fingers has Tim whimpering in his sleep, a needy look on his face while he sleeps and his dick fully hard and standing now.

If you didn’t want to do more with him, you’d continue, it’s a wonderful sight watching him cum just from teasing and tormenting his chest.

Figuring he’s had enough, and your own dry mouthed anticipation building, you remove your shorts and take the lube again and prepare yourself before straddling Tim’s muscular thighs and sink onto him.

The familiar feeling of him inside you as you settle down makes you groan, eyes half-lidded and gazing at your lover.

Not the first time he’s been asleep in this position, totally passed out and arms dropped to his sides, but the first where you will continue.

One hand helps hold yourself up as you start to move and the other cups Tim’s face, holding his jawline and tracing a finger over his soft lips before you lean down and kiss him, a little more forceful this time, but just as quick.

That’s a downside to this, you fleetingly think. You’ll have to demand more kisses when he’s finally awake.

Your noises and Tim’s near silence, bare a few soft moans, are a sharp contrast to your usual times together.

You still as your orgasm finishes, trembling thighs and shaky breaths while you steady yourself with a hand on Tim’s chest, half tempted to just go to sleep like this- laying onto his chest with him buried deep and hard inside you.

But you lift yourself up, enjoying seeing your own mess painting his skin and settle on the bed beside him.

Even for Tim you’re surprised he’s still out. And your slightly shaky hand loosely around him while you shake off the rest of your high.

Tim moans, quiet and deep when you squeeze the base on his cock, trying ever slightly to raise his hips to you before going pliant again.

One hand smooths over his strong thigh and you kiss back up, trailing your lips over his lean torso and nipping his neck.

Occupying your mouth on his neck, licking up to his Adam’s apple then to the juncture of his neck and shoulder where he loves for you to bite.

You work on leaving a good mark and he groans, louder this time, weak like he’s pleading for your to continue.

Tim’s breathing becomes shallow and ragged in short pants as your slick hand jerks him off, pausing to massage your thumb right below the head and tightening your hold before doing it again.

He’s quick to cum, white spurting out over your hand and onto his pelvis while you keep jerking him through his orgasm.

His whole body tensed at his climax then released as his dick softens in your hold.

Pressing a light kiss to his cheek and whispering “Good boy.” to him before getting up on weak legs to go grab a wet rag.

You come back with a warm washcloth and can’t help but admire Tim while you wipe him off, sweat making his bangs stick together and managing to both look blissfully fucked out and at complete peace.

Finishing up, you toss the rag on the side for tomorrow, finally ready for bed yourself.

Satisfied and happy, you pull his shirt back down, laying yourself comfortably over Tim to go to sleep.

His heart thumps rhythmically below your ear as you snuggle him and pull the covers over you both.

One leg slides between his bare ones and his soft cock is warm against your thigh, comfortable and content.

“I love you Timmy, good night” You mumble tiredly and press a feather light kiss below his chin.

Tim mumbles something you can’t understand and are too out of it too, but one arm moves over your back before you fully drift off.

[klausysworld]

Can you write a smut where the reader has massive daddy issues and Klaus uses it to his advantage even telling the reader HOW PROUD HE IS OF HER while they have sex knowing that makes her feel so loved and hot it’s all just 😵‍💫

Making him proud

Klaus had his face buried between my legs, my thighs squeezed his head almost every time my walls clamped around his two fingers. His tongue skilfully rolled against my swollen clit. My nails dug into the wardrobe beside me as my back arched against the wall, my head thrown back while he hummed making me gasp at the hot sensations rushing through to my core, i let out a small cry as the knot tightened inside me. His fingers pumped faster, mouth sucking hungrily as his spare hand adjusted my leg on his shoulder.

My legs shook as his fingers hit my spot over and over, his name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. Just as i felt myself letting go of the intense feeling his fingers left my body and his head was pulled away, a big grin across his face as i cried a ‘no’ and hit my head lightly against the wall

“why?” i breathed as he kissed my thighs softly before resting his head on my lower stomach looking up at me with a smile

“because you look so beautiful when you’re desperate” he whispered his hands now holding my hips to keep my stable as he shifted on his knees

“i’ll look pretty when i’ve been satisfied” i mumbled urging his face closer with my hand

“oh but love you’re all pouty and teary, your little clit is all puffy for me and your legs are almost vibrating, there couldn’t be a prettier sight” his lips pressed to my mound, his tongue darting out to brush over the swelled area above my clit having me gasp and my hands rush to grab his hair making my body sway above him, he quickly pressing my back against the wall to keep me stable

“my love, i just want to admire you such a state, won’t you let me?” he asked his lips trailing up my stomach making me groan

“just let me finish, please Nik” i whimpered looking into his dark eyes

“you know what i want you to say sweetheart” he whispered, his fingers now stroking my inner thighs

“please make me cum daddy” i whined and he hummed happily

“yes my lovely” he muttered before his mouth was back on my cunt, a chanted ‘yes’ repeated as my fingers curled in his hair

“please more” i whispered making him slide his fingers back inside me, going straight into a fast movement and dipping to meet my g-spot. My legs crossed slightly, my ankles locking and my thighs squeezing his head again making him groan and flick his tongue more rapidly. That delightful pressure was becoming heavier in my lower abdomen as i moaned his name softly. His fingers pumped a little more forcefully making sure to hit my spot directly having my back arched off of the wall and a cry to tumble from my lips. He moaned loudly with his lips around my clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me, pushing me over the edge. My legs continued to shake as he slowed his actions, pulling away to look up at me, our eyes locking as he slid his fingers out of my fluttering walls and brought them to his lips, his tongue eagerly brought them into his mouth as he groaned. His eyes closed as he swallowed around them before glancing back to me, my face felt hot and my eyes glossy.

His hands moved from his mouth to lift me off his shoulders so he could stand facing me, placing me on wobbly legs and tilting my jaw up to look at him properly. His hair tousled from where i’ve tugged it, his lips were swollen and his pupils blown. He stroked my jaw as his face came nearer, my eyes shutting in anticipation as he pressed his lips to mine, not as long as i’d liked but enough.

“you did so well sweetheart” he mumbled with another soft kiss to my lips, his other hand was cupping one of my breasts, squeezing the flesh lightly.

“thank you..” i uttered quietly, more heart quickly rising to my cheeks

“for what my love?” he asked huskily as he guided me backwards towards our bed. I didn’t respond, not completely sure what i was thanking him for either, the orgasm he had given me or the praise?

“lay back sweetheart” he murmured as his hand pressed against my chest to push me down. I lay flat beneath him apart from my legs which were desperately trying to being him closer, locking around his waist. He chuckled quietly as he pulled my legs off of him, he kept them spread but against the mattress.

My hands sat on either sides of my head waiting for him to do as he pleased. His eyes were dark and flickered gold for a second as he slowly studied me before dipping his head to dance his tongue up the valley of my breasts, licking over the swells, paying a little extra attention to my nipples before finding my neck. His teeth scraped lightly over the skin before he kissed it harshly, he sucked small marks along my throat and jaw before pulling at my bottom lip with a grin.

“please“ i uttered, his eyes flashed again as he growled lowly.

“would you like me to fuck you my lovely?” he asked, his lips hovering over my chest again as he looked to my eyes through his lashes

“please daddy, i need you to” i cried, seeing how far i could spread my legs for him. I could hear as his hand pumped himself a few times, speeding up as he groaned and quickly spat on his own hand, spreading it along himself before pressing himself to my eager pussy

“going to be a good girl hm? going to make me proud?” he asked as he pushed inside me, a wave of arousal leaked down my thigh as i whined in response. My walls convulsed as he forced his way inside, his thickness causing a pleasurable pain, my hands reaching to grab onto his upper arms

“oh you’re doing such a good job” he whispered while still slowly filling me, inch by inch i could feel him. His breathing hard as he squeezed my waist. His lips met mine, hands moving up go wrap around my back keeping me pressed against him as his hips drew back slowly before surging forward purposefully. A loud moan blurred into his mouth while i now held the back of his neck.

His body gained speed after the first few thrusts, hips rocking quickly as he attempted to devour my mouth. He pulled away reluctantly, lifting himself up a little to look between us watching himself slide in and out. A long guttural groan came from within him as he continued to watch our bodies connected.

My back arched to have our chests touching, his tip brushed my spot having my mewls turn into moans. His mouth began leaving wet kisses to my throat as he pounded harder, cock massaging my walls and smacking into my spot repeated

“harder Nik- faster…” i whined as my hands tugged his hair. A thumb pressed to my clit making me gasp and my legs tremble slightly as i kept them wide. His thrusts became unforgiving as he brought in his super natural abilities, movements rough and quick, unbelievably quick. That familiar knot tied together and burning throughout me.

“my love, you’re doing so well, you’re making me so proud” he whispered lowly, his lips just below my ear having me shudder and choke out a mix of a cry and a moan

“more daddy, please more” i begged him, hands pulling and twisting his hair making him grunt and let out a deep moan. His lips pressed to mine a couple more times as he lifted me to sit on his thighs, us both down upright and my legs holding onto his waist as his hips thrust up into me, his fat cock now reaching as far as my body would allow it. His arms held me tightly, moving my body to meet his as my head fell to rest in the crook of his neck

“you’re so good for me, i’m so proud of you sweetheart, my sweet little love” he praised, lips brushing the shell of my ear while i squeezed my walls around him

“i love you so much, you’re perfect for me” he continued, his thrusts become slightly sloppier though still at his max speed and force.

“love- oh love you’re good-“ he cut himself off with a drawn out moan, i could feel him spilling inside of me making me gasp and bury my face into his skin further, my nails pressing into his back as i felt my orgasm building faster

“i need more” i breathed, holding into him tighter, walls clenching continuously as my lower abdomen ached for release. He panted heavily as he kept up his movements, fucking as hard as he could, aiming perfectly to have my sounds incoherent and my teeth scraping his neck to hush myself

“good girl, such a good girl, you’re right there, cum for me love, make daddy proud”

and who would i be to deny him?

My blunt teeth bit at his skin to quieten the loud string of sound i produced as i came all over both our thighs, a few hot tears strayed down my face, my eyes remained glossy and my mind fuzzy, completely distracted by him.

I couldn’t focus enough to realise he was moving us, to know i was now lead on my stomach with his tip pushing back inside me from behind, he had my thighs in his hands and he kept them spread enough, small kisses on my spine and a few whispers which i couldn’t make out as he began moving again, the veins in his thick cock pressing against my silky walls making me moan once more. His pelvis was already making repeated contact with my ass, his hands pushing down on my shoulders as he sighed in pleasure

“you’re so well behaved my love” he muttered thrusting harsher, my mind coming back as my core felt sensitive, my clit throbbed craving attention as i moaned into the mattress. I forced my hips up little pressing into him as he patted my ass.

“what do you need love?” he asked while his finger tips danced across my skin

“touch” was all that could be made out as i lifted myself again urging him to reach his hand round

“what do you say?” he hummed, a light chuckle in his words

“please” i whimpered and with that i had his fingers circling my bundle of nerves, my body felt as though it were on fire having pressure there. His hands were almost as quick as his hips, changing the direction of the swipes and figures of eight.

“doing really well love, you’re nearly there again, i can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me, she’s so needy isn’t she?” he asked, in response my walls clamped around him in conformation and he chuckled lowly again. His unoccupied hand was firmly gripping the back of my neck keeping me down and under his control

“i want to see your pretty face when you cum my love” he muttered while basically picking me up by my neck, my back arched as much as it could be as his hand now wrapped round my throat having my head tilted back so he could see my teary eyes. The way i was stretched out had him hitting deeper inside me, that built up tension inside me slipping from my grip as i let out a strangled moan of his name. His lips pressed to my forehead as he continued to thrust into me. My body felt exhausted as he let go of my neck letting me lay back forward with a whimper. He sped up his movements slightly before quickly pulling out with a groan, hot spurts painted my back as we both panted loudly

“my sweet love” he murmured, his hands brushing my skin

“you made me proud my love, i love you so, so much”

my lips twitched into a small smile as my eyes drooped closed

“i love you nik” i hummed lazily

“rest my love, i’ll clean you up”

(soz haven’t posted in like 4 days or sum)

[halfratsalready]

Help me figure out what fic to write next! ✨

I feel like I’m in a weird limbo after finishing the first arc of the Lose Yourself series and I have a few ideas floating around in my head for what to write next (after the Wanderrose fic exchange, at least), but I have no clue which one to focus on.

So if you happen to like my silly little stories and want a say in what my next fic is, I’ve got some ideas and a poll below the cut! 💕

Idea I: Dark & Angsty Murder Mystery 🔪

I've discussed this one on here before so it might sound slightly familiar, but this would basically be Angst: The Fanfic. If you thought any of the Lose Yourself series was angsty, this fic is probably 10x worse. Part of me worries it's a little bit too dark to be a Just Dance fic. Multiple murders (though not described in detail), an intense attempted murder (that is described in relative detail), and some of that patented Night Swan mind control, plus some supernatural elements later on. But also a sizeable portion of it is Brezziana and Disocball playing detective and trying to solve a rash of murders, which should be very fun, in a weird and kinda dark sorta way.

Wanderrose ft. best friends Jack & Brezziana. Also featuring Discoball, Sara, Mihaly, Mothigan, Cygnus, Felicia, Boss Witch, Si'Ha Nova, and Agent D

I have the first chapter and a half written of this one already. It would be 9 chapters total.

Idea II: Angsty Jack-Centric Post-JD24 Fic 🥀

This is an idea I've had for a while but haven't really gotten around to properly outlining. This is based on my theory of sorts that Night Swan exploited the wrong weakness when targeting Jack in Dance With the Swan, where she realizes after the events of JD24 that she hadn't done it right and approaches it from a different angle. Basically just a lot of Jack-centric angst, a lot of Night Swan & Jack interactions, and a world where Treasure Jack may or may not actually become more than just an illusion...

A lot of Night Swan & Jack but definitely featuring at least some Wanderrose. Also featuring the Just Dancers, Si'Ha Nova, and the Traveler, and maybe some others.

I haven't even outlined this one yet, so I have no idea how long it would be.

Idea III: Significantly Less Angsty & More Random Self-Indulgent AU (Actually a "Silly Little" Fic This Time, For the Most Part, at Least) ✨

I've been toying with the idea lately of an AU where Leda and Sara were sisters on earth and Sara has been searching for her sister. I think it would be fun to do some intentional canon divergence (and not just have my fics' canon be derailed by a new event). There's a few directions I've considered taking this in, including Jack ending up on earth (there's like two or three ways for that one to happen and like two or three directions I could take it in) or Sara's adventures in the Danceverses just going really differently.

Still a lot I'm not sure about with this one but it's been bouncing around my head since Night Swan: The Prequel dropped, so here we are. Definitely would have Wanderrose cuz they own my heart.

The Poll

I have no idea which idea I really wanna commit to following through on first. Every time I think I'm leaning towards one, I end up leaning towards another. So I'm throwing these out there in the hopes that a few of you will be able to help me out with your opinion!

If you wanna share your thoughts in the comments or reblogs also, I’d love to hear what you have to say, so I don’t have to wait the whole week for the poll to finish to be able to see which idea(s) is/are getting the most interest!

[rassicas]

wait tell us abt your ocs!! i’m kind of new to your following and i’d love to know more about them!!!!!

my two main splatoon OCs are Cress Rassica and Verna Rassica, two inkling brothers with a complicated relationship. they plague my mind at every waking moment

(do not ship them together else i will skin you alive.)

Cress is overall a nice, trustworthy and reliable guy, a little weird though. can be a bit gullible at times too. hes not too shy, but just prefers to keep to himself. gives off an aura of awkwardness, except when turfing, where he becomes more aloof, even aggro. can hold a grudge. Verna is stubborn, impatient, competitive, has a drinking problem, and suffers from stress induced headaches. hes so full of stress, thanks grizzco. emotionally stunted, expresses mostly through varying degrees of anger. has insane libido i hate him. i think he needs to be held. A summary of what their whole deal is: following the untimely death of their mom, and their father long out of the picture, 13-year-old cress moves in with his older brother verna, who had been living on his own for some years. with the huge age difference between them, they'd never been too close. as teenage inklings tend to do, cress gets into turfing for fun... and as an outlet for his squid instincts and other things going on in his mind. Meanwhile, verna is at a nebulous point in his life, and suddenly losing his mom and having to take care of his brother has been making things trickier. going from shitty job to shitty job, tries going to college for a semester and gives that up, back to more shitty jobs...he deals with it all by staying inebriated. he eventually lands a sketchy but well paying job at a place we now know as grizzco industries. after a traumatic workplace incident that verna is barred from discussing (and its not like he knows how to manage his feelings anyway, and doesnt want to get his little brother involved), verna and cress's relationship grows more strenuous...verna drinks more, lashes out more, closes himself more...after years of tension, cress grows fed up, and even a bit fearful of verna, and moves out. cress moves onto living a bit more peacefully, dreaming of opening up his own little tailoring shop. verna continues working at grizzco, gradually getting dragged into a seedy world of business and crime in the underbelly of inkadia... the two havent spoken to each other for some years, and thats been the current state of their relationship. but surely, their paths will cross again.... when more cool plot stuff happens that i havent fleshed out properly yet<3

i've been thinking a lot about revising their toyhouse pages since its been a good while...will share that here when i do

[ken-dom]

What’s Left In Me

Lars Lindstrom x Bianca

2.2k words

Summary: Lars needs to make sure Bianca knows she belongs to him, and really, isn’t there only one way to do that?

Author’s notes: Goosecord made me do it (never mind that I wanted to shhh). Title is song lyrics from the Lars playlist as usual

Warnings/content: nsfw, possessive Lars, use of a sex doll, loss of virginity?, fingering, clothed sex, mention of oral sex, if you’re not aware Bianca is a sex doll but he doesn’t canonically use her for sex, I guess the dove isn’t dead but I would still be very weary of eating it, seriously please do not read this if you don’t like the idea of Lars getting frisky with Bianca — or if you think he never would (I don’t really disagree but I HAD to explore it, please forgive me and please skip this if it's not for you)

‘Talk to her, Lars,’ Karin soothed, rubbing at Lars’s back. ‘Go on.’

Lars ignored the slowly burning warmth where her hand massaged circles between his shoulder blades. He had enough layers on after all, and with a deep breath, he silently reminded himself that it wasn’t her fault she needed to touch people so much.

‘What if she’s mad at me,’ he uttered under his breath, body stuck somewhere between trembling and freezing up. 

He did want to speak to Bianca though. He wanted… No. He was too scared to think it.

‘I’m sure if you explain how you’ve been feeling and hear her out, she won’t be mad at you. She loves you, Lars. More than anything.’

Lars nodded with a forced smile and stood so abruptly, Karin’s hand dropped to the sofa with a soft thud.

He turned back to her, lost for words, then forward forward again, flexing his fingers and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before heading toward the stairs.

Bianca had gone straight up to the pink room when she returned home. She didn’t even acknowledge Lars. And he couldn’t actually blame her when he thought about it.

He felt his heart hammering in his chest as he climbed. When he reached the top, Lars could see that the door of the pink room was ajar, and he took another deep, steadying breath as he approached it and knocked gently. A stark contrast to the energy with which he’d roared at her before she left.

‘Bianca,’ he whispered through the crack in the door, and to his relief she finally acknowledged him.

Lars entered slowly with his head hung low. He didn’t think she seemed put off by his presence, so he clicked the door shut behind him and pressed on.

Bianca was relaxing against the pillow, already in her pretty nightdress. He took a seat on the mattress by her feet, careful not to disturb her. She looked beautiful, he thought.

‘Bianca, I’m sorry,’ he started quietly, turning his body to face her properly and placing a gentle hand on her bare shin without thinking. ‘I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. It- it wasn’t really about Scrabble. I mean, I do love our Scrabble nights, but it was more about how I’ve been… feeling recently.’

Bianca listened intently as Lars felt the floodgates open. He had always loved how she listened. She had so many skills.

‘I… well, see, when you came here to be with me, I thought it would be just that; me and you. You know? That I’d have you all to myself. And now you’re so busy all the time, even busier than I am, and I have a lot of stuff to do – you should see how much wood I chopped tonight while you were out!’ Lars’s thumb had begun to massage slow, soothing shapes into Bianca’s leg. ‘You know what the thing is, though? Everybody wants a piece of you, but-’

Lars knew where he wanted that sentence to go, but something about it felt wrong, so he stopped himself. Bianca, of course, picked up on the sudden change of atmosphere, and as a result Lars whipped his hand away from her leg, realising he’d been caressing the flesh just below her knee the whole time he’d been talking. 

Only… she hadn’t shied away from it. And neither had he. It actually felt pretty good.

‘Bianca…’

Hands trembling, he slowly reached back to her, pushing the hem of her nightgown up, above her knees.

‘Bianca… are you sure about this?’

She agreed, and before he knew it, his hand was firmly beneath the skirt of her nightdress, tenderly rubbing at her thigh.

‘What was I going to say? I suppose I should be honest with you, I owe you that much at least.’

Lars was talking with incredibly measured precision,watching his hand move hypnotically beneath the thin pink fabric. He could feel Bianca nodding her encouragement for him to go on. 

Something snapped inside him. It wasn’t like earlier, when he’d needed to chop wood to calm himself. This was a different, urgent kind of need that his first instinct was to try and suppress.

‘I was going to say that, lately, everybody wants a piece of you,’ he breathed, his whispered voice trembling a little until he finally growled, ‘but you’re supposed to be mine.’

With both hands, he tugged Bianca downward on the bed, shifting to kneel between her legs. Two strong hands grabbed her thighs and spread them, getting her into a comfortable position.

He froze then, reality suddenly dawning on him.

He was in Gus and Karin’s house right now, and Karin was downstairs, so they’d need to be quiet. He and Bianca weren’t married, which for some reason made his cock twitch in his trousers despite the clench in his gut. And to top it off, Lars was a virgin.

He’d been too scared to ask Bianca, assuming that she was a virgin too. She must be. But he supposed that was about to change.

He’d never intended to do this. To defile her. Especially not before marriage. Especially not so soon after she arrived here, but he’d been curious, he couldn’t deny, and tonight the final straw was the spark he felt when he thought about how she was his and his only. How if he claimed her in a way no one else could, she would truly belong to him, even if she was out every night of the week.

Lars blinked furiously and then squeezed his eyes shut, fingers bruisingly rough on Bianca’s tender thighs.

He didn’t have any condoms. Why would he? He thought briefly about checking for some in Gus and Karin’s bathroom, but since Bianca couldn’t have children of her own, and they were both virgins, he thought better of interrupting. He did want to claim her after all, and what better way to do that than pump her full to the brim?

Strangely, Bianca had arrived complete with a pitifully small tube of lube included in the crate. Lars had dropped it into his pocket last minute when disposing of the packaging she’d arrived in, not wanting anyone to find it in his trash and think him some sort of deviant. No, better to keep it safe and out of sight.

He was wearing the same trousers tonight, as luck would have it. He fished it out of his pocket and held it up for Bianca to see.

‘See? It’ll help you feel more comfortable.’

He flashed her a big smile and removed the lid, squeezing half the contents into his palm and rubbing his hands together to warm it.

‘Let me help you…’

His hand disappeared up her nightgown again, fumbling with her underwear briefly before easily slipping a finger inside.

‘Oh, you’re already so prepared for me… does this feel good? You like my fingers?’ he cooed, massaging her folds with his thumb as his finger pumped carefully, coating her, inside and out, in the slippery fluid. ‘Shhh… remember we need to be quiet!’

Heat flooded his core as he watched her take his fingers, cock straining against the inside of his trousers now, and for the first time in his life he felt like he needed more. Like he needed to remove layers and feel touch and be closer.

He gently removed his hand from between Bianca’s thighs and hastily pulled his sweater over his head, tearing his shirt and tie away too, revealing the first of his two underlayers, long sleeves and unbuttoned at the neck.

He wouldn’t take off Bianca’s nightgown, though. Some things were just too sacred, and he could respect her enough to let her keep it on. Perhaps until they were married, at least, then he could undress her slowly and make every square inch of her shiver with anticipation for him.

Tonight he just needed to make her entirely his, and he knew that it was what she wanted – no, needed, too.

He crawled forward and hovered over her, eyes roaming her pretty face, lingering on her lips.

‘We’ll be married one day soon,’ he whispered through a crooked smile, ‘so it doesn’t matter really. You’re not worried about that, are you?’

Lars’s lips met Bianca’s in a desperate, hungry kiss, and when he pulled away a tear fell from his eye, dropping onto her flawless cheek.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he sniffled, ‘so beautiful… hey, don’t cry.’

He wiped his spilled tear from her cheek as if it were her own.

‘Do you really want this? With me?’

Lars breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Alright,’ he chuckled, ‘and don’t worry, ok? I’ll be gentle with you.’

With one hand he clumsily unfastened and pushed his trousers down enough to free his aching cock, guiding it to her entrance.

‘If it hurts, just tell me, alright? We can take it slow,’ he whispered, carefully pushing in and hissing at the sensation of her walls enveloping his length. ‘Ah! You’re so… so wet and… and tight…’

She felt so good, precum leaked steadily from his tip already despite not having moved yet.

He could feel her stretching around him, feel her pleasure-pain unfold as he stilled and let her adjust to his size.

‘I know, I know, you’ll get used to it, sweetheart. I’ll make it feel good, ok? Are you ready?’

His hips rolled slowly at first, increasing in speed with every impatient thrust. Bianca seemed to clench around him as he found his rhythm, and he managed to wrap one of her legs up and around his waist as he drove into her harder, a hand sneaking between their bodies to explore her folds again.

‘Y-you like that?’ he whispered breathlessly. ‘You gonna cum for me?’

With his other hand, he gripped her jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him, her lips popping open as he squeezed.

‘You are gonna cum for me, aren’t you?’ he growled, pressing his forehead to hers, ‘Because you- are- mine. Say it. Say that you’re- mine.’ 

His words were punctuated with the snapping of his hips, and Bianca’s heel dug into his lower back in a silent plea for more, which he eagerly gave as he awaited her response.

The bed creaked beneath them as Lars went harder. Bianca didn’t seem to care about the noise, or the integrity of the furniture, when she was in the throes of passion with Lars. She must really have wanted him after all.

When Lars was satisfied that Bianca understood who she belonged to, he pressed his big, warm palm over her mouth, keeping any other noise she might make to a minimum. He could feel he was close to release and knew that she must be too by the way she was arching her back off the bed.

‘Oh… ohhh- mmh…  you belong to me. You understand? No one else can- ugh!- do this to you. No one else can make you- ha!- feel like th- ohhhhnnggmmnn-’

Lars felt a burst of uncontrollable heat spread through every part of his body, his vision turning white as a thick creamy rope erupted from his tip and filled Bianca, who he could feel was mid-orgasm already. He continued to fuck erratically into her and eagerly massaging her clit until he felt his cock softening inside her walls, and collapsed in a heap on top of her.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, are you ok?’ Lars muttered breathlessly, pulling himself up to hover a mere inch from her face, her beautiful eyes sparkling up at him.

He kissed her sweetly. So sweetly you’d never guess he’d just filled her with his seed in a frenzied culmination of his deepest, darkest thoughts and feelings.

He shifted his hips to pull out, feeling a trickle of warm wetness follow.

‘Don’t worry about the mess, ok? I’ll clean us both up. Wait right there.’

And Bianca did just that while Lars, with hastily fastened trousers and hair in disarray, shuffled off down the hallway to the nearest bathroom to fetch a towel.

When he returned, he paused in the doorway to just look at her. She really was perfect.

Half an hour later, and after a hurried conversation with Karin during which Lars avoided eye contact and assured her he had firmly made up with Bianca and that he’d apologised thoroughly, he was laid in bed, struggling to sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, about how he should be with her now, holding her in his arms and whispering sweet nothings about how good she was and how good she made him feel.

He had told her those things, of course, in great detail as he cleaned his seed from between her thighs and attempted to remove the stain on her nightgown and kissed her forehead. But he missed her so much now that he’d shared such intimacy with her, he hadn’t even bothered showering yet. He wanted to smell her on his skin. 

He wondered if she would want to do it again, or if she really would want to wait until after marriage now that she’d had a small taste. Lars wasn’t sure he could wait very long before needing to chase those delicious sensations again, and he had a feeling Bianca would be ok with that.

Lars eventually fell asleep imagining what Bianca might taste like, and vaguely made the decision that tomorrow night, he would find out for himself.

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober 2023 Day 4 - Cattle Prod

Day 4! Not my best one by far cause this prompt was HARD but I did it! And I think I got some pretty good whump out of it too!

@splinnters tag number four! You're a trooper!

Words: 2.1k

“You won’t get what you’re looking for out of me,” Jay panted, head hung low over his chest. He could feel the blood leaking from the blow he had taken to the head, and he struggled to keep drool from slobbering down his chin. This man was not going to get what he was looking for.

Whoever he was, he must’ve had connections, because Jay couldn’t think of how else he and Cole would’ve been located and kidnapped in the middle of the night.

The man only hummed behind his black mask, putting down the now bloody brass knuckles that he had just used to knock Jay’s ribs in. Every breath made him feel like throwing up, except he had already vomited all over his lap. Jay tried to get a look at whatever other tools were being kept on the table, but it was no use, especially with one eye covered in blood flowing from a gash in his forehead.

“It’s only a matter of time before you talk,” the man said, reaching for another thing on the table. Jay couldn’t see it properly in the darkness of the room, but he heard the low whine of charging electricity as the man flicked a switch on the side of the tool.

He walked towards Jay and into the dim light of the one bulb overhead, and Jay clocked the tool immediately: an electric cattle prod.

Gritting his teeth, Jay knew that this interrogation was about to get even messier, but he couldn’t let his composure slip. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last that he had to endure under harsh conditions, and with any luck this time would be better than the time he spent on the pirates’ ship.

Bright blue electricity arced between the two prongs in a mesmerizing dance that Jay was more than familiar with, and the man had a look of fascination under his mask as he watched. “Pretty, isn’t it? Sometimes I like to hold it just like this and stare, because how could nature ever make something so beautiful?”

“Look in the sky once and a while and you would see it there too,” Jay retorted, his tongue bleeding where he had bit it after letting out a scream earlier.

Snorting, the man turned back to face Jay, and the ninja was suddenly very aware of how vulnerable he was when the prod was shoved right under his nose. He could smell the ozone, a harsh scent in his broken nose, and the light was blinding. “I’d watch your tongue if I were you, blue ninja. We both know that your lightning resistance doesn’t work with vengestone.”

“And?” Jay said, bored. It was a role that he knew how to play. “We both know you don’t have the balls to try it.”

“Oh?” the man asked, wiggling the prod as if it were a toy. “Is that a chance you’re willing to take?”

“Always.”

“Then that will be your downfall.”

Jay screamed as the man shoved the prod into his thigh, prongs shoved deep into his skin and sparking rapidly. Electricity ran up and down his leg, frying his nerves and making it feel like someone had doused him in gasoline and set him alight. The pain only lasted for a few seconds, the man pulling the prod away, but Jay’s stomach turned at the smell of burnt flesh left behind.

He cracked his eyes open to assess the damage. It wasn’t a normal cattle prod; standard ones wouldn’t have left behind such a large burn mark, angry and red and swollen on the top of his thigh. Lines snaked out from the injury, lines that he knew all too well: Lichtenburg figures. His leg was tingling, and his fingers couldn’t stop twitching behind his back. All of this felt way too familiar to how it felt using his lightning when he was younger: out of control, wild, untameable, and incredibly painful.

Goddammit, they weren’t going to make this easy for him, were they?

“Where is your master?” the man asked, holding up the prod. Jay’s brain almost short-circuited itself; that’s all they wanted to know? They were looking for Master Wu too?

If they were willing to go this far, to kidnap two of Ninjago’s most powerful heroes out of the shoddy campsite they had made in the middle of the woods, then he couldn’t let them get close to the others or Lloyd, or god forbid Master Wu.

Luckily, he knew jackshit about Master Wu’s location, but that wasn’t what the man wanted to hear.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Jay spat out a hunk of blood onto the floor at the man’s feet.

“Now isn’t the time to be cheeky,” the man chastised. He flicked a switch on the side of the instrument, and Jay watched as the light turned brighter and the arcs grew in size. “Where is Wu?”

“I have no idea where Wu is-” but Jay barely had time to prepare himself before the prod was shoved into his other thigh. The charge was definitely higher, and Jay slammed his eyes shut and screamed, feeling his leg jerk against the restraints. His back arched off of the chair as the man moved the prod, digging it in deeper. Finally pulling it out made Jay slump in exhaustion; only two shocks and he was already on the verge of quitting. He was out of practice.

The man quickly flipped the prod around, slamming the butt of the blunt side into Jay’s temple. “Let’s try this again. Where is Wu?”

His head was spinning, everything around him rotating as if he had spent too much time on a tilt-a-whirl. Blood dripped down from his temple and onto his gi. “I don’t know.”

Clicking his tongue, the man looked disappointed with Jay’s resistance, and Jay watched as he flicked the switch again and again and again. Full power. “I can keep going for as long as it takes for you to crack, lightning ninja. But can you last that long?”

“Are you kidding?” Jay gave a toothy grin, making sure to show off every single one of his blood-stained teeth. His ribs were screaming, his stomach was revolting, and every time he moved his legs he felt like he was going to pass out; but he had never been better. “Bring it on, tough guy. You haven’t even broken into the top five all-time torturers on my list.”

Because all of those spots would be held by the pirates, now and forever.

All his words did was make the man’s face contort in anger, and Jay braced himself as the low whine of the electricity grew louder and louder. This wasn’t going to be good.

He hated being right.

Powerful shock after shock, not just on his legs but on his arms as well. There were a few well-placed points on his chest, but the most painful one by far was when the man stabbed it into the small of Jay’s back, chasing as the blue ninja’s back arched against the restraints. He did actually pass out for a few seconds that time, quickly coming to when the man splashed ice cold water onto his face without any fanfare. It felt good against the bruises, and Jay felt some silent relief when it washed away part of the blood coating his face.

Maybe they were finally done, because the man pulled back and put the prod back on the table. Jay panted heavily, catching his breath, watching as the man picked up a pair of gloves and slid them onto his hands. He made a quick hand motion, and suddenly Jay felt two more pairs of hands on his arms and shoulders to hold him in place.

Jay’s fight or flight instincts kicked in, struggling against their grips and fighting to free himself. The rope binding him dug hard into his wrists, and Jay could feel the rope-burn setting in as he twisted from side to side. His legs wouldn’t budge, and he even tried to flail so that the chair would fall backwards and knock the other two off-balance.

One of them slammed something into the back of his head, dazing him and subduing him long enough to tie a blindfold around his eyes; it was tight enough to make stars swim across his vision,  and he started bucking his head to dislodge it, knock it off, anything to let him see what they were going to do to him.

This was the most violent response they had coaxed out of him so far.

Anxiety churned in his gut, looming large over him and pressing in from the corners of his mind. He had to get free before anything else could happen.

He wasn’t afraid. He was terrified.

“If that’s all it took to start breaking you, then I would’ve called them in so much sooner,” the man mused, and Jay heard the cattle prod even though the tool had been left alone on the table. His eyes darted around, looking for any sort of pinprick of light to give him his bearings. It was far too familiar to the pirate ship.

“Whatever the fuck you want, you’re not getting it,” Jay snarled, but even he could hear the tremor in his voice.

Chuckling, the man grabbed his chin, tilting it up and to the side. Jay grimaced when he felt eyes roving across his face and body; he knew when someone was admiring their handiwork. “So much pain, and for what? To protect your pitiful little master? How are you even sure if he’s alive?”

“Well, he must be if you’re making this big of a deal out of finding him,” Jay quipped, and he grunted when the man gave his chin a harsh shove.

“You better watch your tongue before I decide to cut it out,” the man growled, and Jay hated the way even the image of that happening made him start shaking. He couldn’t afford to show any more weakness in front of these people.

And yet, it only took a snap of his fingers for Jay to start screaming again.

Both of the men holding him had cattle prods of their own, one going for his abused thigh and the other going for his chest. Jay had nowhere to go, as trying to escape one only pushed him farther into the other, and he could feel the tears start to sting at his eyes as they turned the charge up. Before, the man had never kept it on for more than a few seconds, possibly afraid of causing critical damage since he was right; Jay’s resistance wasn’t nearly as powerful with vengestone on.

These men didn’t care about the damage.

Grabbing his chin again, Jay could hear the man snicker at the way his blindfold was changing colors due to his tears. “Ah, there we go. Just the reaction I wanted to see.”

He stroked Jay’s chin with a single finger as the prod in his thigh finally pulled away, but Jay sobbed as he was stabbed right in the small of his back instead. The smell of burning flesh assaulted his nose, and Jay could feel his hands clenching and unclenching as his muscles contracted and loosened and contracted and loosened and it hurt it hurt it hurt—

“Please!” he finally begged. “Please!”

In an instant the electricity was gone, and Jay collapsed in an exhausted heap; the restraints were the only things keeping him from falling onto the ground. He could feel where the skin had rubbed raw against the ropes, tender and bloody and burnt from the prods. Even the light breeze blowing from a vent above him irritated the wounds, but Jay had nothing to cover them with. None of his muscles were working properly, and Jay was paralyzed with something entirely different than fear as a cloth gag was shoved into his mouth and secured.

Looking proud of himself, the man stepped back, and Jay felt sick to his stomach as he realized what he must look like to his captor: a prize, something to be controlled and praised for when it did as it was told.

He was nothing more than livestock to these people, so how fitting that he was tortured with a tool meant to contain them.

“Well,” the man said brightly, “how nice of you to finally beg. Unfortunately, we have other matters we need to attend to. If you’re not going to talk, then maybe your friend will.”

Jay’s eyes widened. Were they talking about Cole?

“Get him up,” the man said, and Jay yelled into his gag when he felt the two men on either side of him haul him to his feet as if he were a sack of potatoes. “We’re going on a little trip. Let’s just hope that for your sake, your friend is more cooperative.”

And the only thing that Jay could do as he was marched out the door, legs shaky and dripping in blood, was hope and pray that Cole could hold out more than he could.

[pedrito-friskito]

I’m here to (lovingly) bombard you on your sleepover Saturday and request any and all Oberyn thoughts you have floating around in your brain (or really any GoT thoughts in general) <3 <3

scout my darling my angel my sweet game of thrones confidante 💙

I’m so sorry this took me so long 😫

truthfully, I ALWAYS have oberyn martell on the brain. I got bit by the fic bug and this man straight up set up shop in the back of my head and kicked his feet up. he ain’t going ANYWHERE FAST, and thirteen Game of Thrones Wiki tabs I have open right now aren’t either.

I seriously wasn’t lying when I said I planned out the first ten chapters of an Oberyn x female!OC fic. and there’s more plot after that, I just haven’t fleshed out actual chapters past those ten.

SO. that being said, I thought I’d share a snippet! my plan is to start posting in the new year, I wanna get at least 5-6 chapters written before it starts going up, but a saucy sneak peek under the cut! (pls tell me your thots on it 👀)

“Would you visit?” you ask, blinking slow. You’re dead on your feet, nearly asleep as Oberyn turns to stand in front of you, his hand curling down your forearm and around your wrist lightly. “King’s Landing.”

“If it means seeing you, little star,” he murmurs, and his other hand comes up under your chin, pinched softly between his thumb and forefinger, “nothing would keep me away.”

Your breath stutters in your throat as his thumb stretches up, drags along your lower lip. One of your hands floats up, curves around his elbow, your fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeve. “My prince…”

“Have you been kissed before, sweet thing?” he purrs, and his thumb dips lower, like velvet against your skin. “Tell me.”

“O-once,” you stutter out. “No, twice. When I was young, the first time, and…” You trail off, your eyes stuck to his mouth, as it curves into a grin.

“And the second?”

“My eighteenth nameday,” you murmur, mouth moving against his thumb. “One of my brother’s friends.”

“Did he kiss you properly?” he asks, and your brow creases.

“Properly?” you repeat.

“Properly,” he breathes, and then his lips meet yours.

It’s soft, and slow. His grip on your chin doesn’t falter, and his other hand tugs you closer. You don’t know what to do with your hands anymore, but as he pulls you into him, they fall to his chest, curl in the silky fabric, hold him in place. He kisses your bottom lip first, letting his teeth scrape lightly against your flesh. It makes something bubble up into your chest, warm and heady like a heavy sip of wine. Then he moves upward, caressing your upper lip, giving you access to his bottom one, and you follow his lead, nipping at it with your teeth, drinking down the taste of Oberyn Martell. 

He’s warm, the hand at your wrist moving to the small of your back again, pressing you into him much like he had on the dance floor. You want to bury yourself in the kiss, that delicious feeling he’s sparked crawling up your chest, spreading through your limbs and making them tingle. You hold onto him tighter, sighing into him deeply as his tongue pokes past your teeth. It makes your toes curl in your shoes.

You’re breathless as he pulls away, a broad grin on his lips that you want to kiss away. You find yourself chasing his mouth, leaning in for more, but he only gives you one more sweet peck, another to your cheek, then your forehead. Still, you crave more.

“Was that proper?” you ask, licking the taste of him from your lips. You feel almost drunk, like you’d drank too much wine; you swear you only had two cups.

“Indeed, little star,” he replies, his hand now cupping your cheek, the other resting at your waist. “That’s how you ought to be kissed.” He gives you another quick kiss, like he can’t help himself. “From this day, until the end of your days.”

You can’t decide on words, just offering him a bleary eyed smile as he brushes the hair from your face, reaches for the handle of the door. “Right,” you remember, finding your voice. “Bed. Sleep.”

Oberyn chuckles, pushing the door open. He reaches for your hand, squeezes your fingers, lifts your knuckles to his mouth. “Sleep well,” he tells you, speaking against your skin. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, my Prince,” you reply, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, chasing the ghost of the kiss he’d given you.

“Goodnight, my little star.”

[edentain]

Bravo Going Down

(Hi guys, this is the first chapter of my Ghost fanfic I posted on Ao3, so feel free to go give me a follow here or there if you like what you read :) reblogs are appreciated)

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There was something so blatantly intimidating about starting a new job.

That was the only thought going through my head as I shouldered my duffel bag, staring out of the open side door at the fast approaching military base that would become my new home.

The chopper had picked me up late the day prior, flying me straight through the night to where the base was located. It was a less than comfortable experience, but now, with the sprawling building in my eyeline, my sore muscles were the last thing on my mind. 

Captain John Price had contacted me shortly after my last successful mission, speaking about how he’d wanted to hire me to his force. He’d read my resume, he’d claimed with a no-nonsense expression on his face. Price had said that most of the lads on his team were more brute strength, whereas he needed someone with a little more quiet lethality. The man had been more than brutally honest about what it took to be on his team: not returning home for months at a time, countless hours spent ducking bullets, not to mention the fact that I could end up dead the second my feet touched down. 

It sounded threatening, but I knew that it was what I had worked so hard for. My father had raised me to follow in his shoes, and seeing as he had been killed overseas on a special ops mission five years ago, I would definitely say that I was doing just as he’d hoped. 

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After the chopper dropped me off, my feet hit the ground in an easy stride, one full of confidence that I’d worked hard for. My eyes scanned my surroundings, taking note of all of the cadets I could see rushing around. They were either headed to the gym to spar, the gun range, or just trying to complete their chores before they headed out to release a little steam.

My lips formed a small smile, recalling my days as a cadet. They were the most miserable years of my life, but I didn’t regret a single thing I did. The hundreds of hours spent mopping the floors, remaking my bed, and giving my sergeants countless push ups when it still wasn’t done properly. 

I turned to face in front of me, shaking off the nostalgia as I focused on the task that lay right in front of me. It was time to meet the team, see the men that I would put my life on the line for in the very near future. 

In the military, the man beside you could be a complete stranger, but you would still be willing to lay your life down for him. It was part of what the military preached, saying that you and your fellow cadets were now brothers and sisters in arms. It didn’t stop the fact that I was a little nervous, the only tell of it being my finger tapping against the strap that resided on my shoulder. 

As I entered the dorms where my new team and I would be residing, my gaze immediately landed on where my Captain stood, standing with his back completely straight and his hands locked against it. I nodded at him, setting my bag down before I saluted him, my hand waiting until he’d returned the gesture to pick my bag back up. 

“It’s nice to finally have you here in the flesh, soldier,” Price’s gruff voice rang out, bouncing off all of the concrete that created the building. “I’ve filled my men in about you coming to join our task force, but go ahead and introduce yourself.”

I looked towards where the rest of the men stood, taking a quick glance at each of them. I gave them all a polite smile, raising a hand in a slightly awkward wave in addition to giving them my name. “My name is Siren, it’s great to work with you gentleman.”

One of the shorter men, this one with a mohawk down the center of his head, stepped forward with a broad smile, “Ay, it’s nice to meet you, lassie! I’m Johnny, but please, call me Soap. I’ve been telling the Captain that we needed some feminine strength on the team!” 

My eyebrows raised in amusement at his statement, eyes narrowing slightly beneath them in suspicion of what he said. 

The other shorter male stepped forward, slapping a hand against Soap’s chest, giving me a small apologetic smile. “Don’t believe a word out of his mouth, he’s full of shit. I’m Kyle, but call me Gaz.”

I nodded at his greeting, my smile turning more genuine as I met his hand with my own in a handshake. “It’s great to meet you both,” I stated, but then I felt two very intense gazes locked onto my skin. I glanced over to where both the mountains stood. 

They were insanely huge, so big that I had to tilt my head back to be able to really look at them. It didn’t comfort me, really, when all I could see were hooded heads turned in my direction. “Price told me a little about you two,” I started, turning to walk a few steps closer to them both. 

I stopped a few feet away from where they were both leaning against one of the meeting tables, giving them both a nod. “You are König, KorTac badass,” I said, pointing at the one who wore a misshapen T-shirt for a hood before my finger moved towards where the other one stood, a skull mask residing on his face. “And you are Ghost, the silent man who knows how to crack skulls.”

König nodded, his head bobbing in such a light hearted sense, it almost knocked me off of my feet. “That’s me! Price has told us a lot about you, and I’m excited you’re a part of the team.”

Even though his chipper attitude caught me off guard, I found myself not being able to stop my bright smile in response. 

Ghost rose to his full height, landing himself only an inch or two shorter than König, and he took a few steps towards me. “Welcome to the team,” He stated, his voice so deep and gravelly, it sounded like he’d swallowed a handful of rocks.

I stared up at him, nodding in greeting before I turned back to Price, “I know we discussed having a meeting when I landed, but would it be possible to move it back a few hours? I slept standing up for maybe thirty minutes the entire way here.”

Price chuckled at my words, his rough facade fading away for a moment, “Go ahead, Siren, get some rest and then we’ll have that meeting.” I nodded, glancing around my new team for one more moment before I turned around on my heels, scooping up my bag as I walked down the hall to where my room would be. This is bound to be interesting, I thought as my mind flashed back to one man in particular.