#incapable of moving on and chasing a ghost

[johnconstantinekissesmen]

oh eddie

[tojisun]

simon (ghost) riley x fem reader

!! suggestive-ish; hinted age difference (20s vs 30s); hinted d/s; minors dni

“why won’t you fuck me?”

your pitiful voice stops simon from moving, his feet stuttering with muted thuds. he breathes in sharply, not having expected the words that slipped from your lips, before he turns and tips his head towards you.

you’re trembling, and simon doesn’t know if it’s because of the cool air or the intensity of your emotions, those that urged you to whine at his pathetic display of restraint, but still he hesitates. afraid that if he comes close, then the remnant of his patience will finally snap.

because it’s not that simon wouldn’t fuck you – god knows there’s nothing more he’d want to do than love you slowly and deeply, caressing you tenderly until you are trembling at the intensity of his passion; until the doubts are finally crushed by the force of his affections – but it’s that he knew you deserve someone better.

someone who wouldn’t leave you for months and years long because of a mission. someone who’d stay by your side each and every hour because he knows you (sometimes he wished he didn’t, if only to make it easier to forget about you), and he knows that you need someone to spoil you. to pamper you.

simon knows you deserve more than the world, knows that he can only give you pieces of it but he’s selfish. he’s a monster wearing a human suit – incapable of surrendering, incapable of giving you up.

because simon knows you deserve better but gods he doesn’t want to let you go.

he moves to speak but you beat him to it, your lips wobbling as tears trickle down the corners of your eyes like molten diamonds. “you parade me around like a trophy wife but you won’t even give me a portion of that attention. you-”

his heart stops at the choked sob that gets stuck in the base of your throat, your face crumpling as you tremble at the intensity of your heartache.

it was instant how he moved to you, his frantic steps echoing against the cobblestone. he takes you in his arms, tucking your head underneath his chin and engulfing you in his embrace, hoping that you’d hear the staccato of his heart and know that it only ever beats for you.

you whine like you couldn’t decide if you want his comfort or not and simon freezes, afraid that he’s just heightened your bleeding heart. he moves to step away, his lips parting for an apology, but you clutch at the ends of his shirt, refusing to let go.

he follows your silent command – simon will follow you no matter where, no matter what – and presses you close again, his warmth mixing with yours and chasing away the goosebumps that littered your skin.

he kisses the top of your head, breathing you in. simon mulls over what to say, his own hesitation bursting at the corners of his mind, but he wants to stop pretending. he wants to stop lying to himself.

you love him and he loves you – sometimes, it could be that easy.

words aren’t his strongest suits but he tries anyway. “i love you,” he begins, the words slipping past his teeth with the simplicity of the truth. “i burn with the desire to be with you, sweet girl. but not this way. not yet.”

you tip your head up just enough to catch his gaze and simon croons at your swollen eyes, pressing gentle kisses on your eyebrows in comfort.

“why not?” you ask, ever so stubborn.

“because there are preparations that need to be done,” he replies, humming when your eyes widen in surprise. “i want to make love with you, sweetheart. not just make it as something fast and temporary.”

he watches you breathe in shakily.

“would you want that?” simon continues amidst your silence, his hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

you bite your bottom lip and nod. he clicks his tongue. “use y���r words. i need to hear it from you.”

“yes please,” you whisper, and simon coos at the broken rumble of your voice, still heavy with doubt. “i- yes. please, simon. i’d love that.”

“me too, sweet girl.” simon kisses your forehead, sealing the promise. “i’d love nothing more.”

[misserabella]

i want to hear you scream

tsunderes abby and ellie! x fem! reader

synopsis; strange and gory murders have been going on in your town. it’s one night alone at your home that you discover the reason behind this slashers, and the identity of those behind the mask.

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, murders of characters, description of stabbing and gore, slashers, knives, blood, death of fictional characters, chasing, fear, kissing, making out sessions, dirty talking, teasing, pleading and begging, prey kink (?), use of y/n (i’m sorry but it was needed) but mostly of nicknames like doll, princess and baby, threats, knife kink (?), dom! abby and ellie x sub! reader, nipple and boob play, fingering, face riding, oral sex (r and abby receiving), strap on use (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, spanking, choking, sick obsession, abby and ellie are tsunderes for reader, abby and ellie make out (😍), degradation and praise, praise kink, cum eating, ellie and abby use reader like a toy…

a/n; i’ve spent three days on this. it’s been hard and i hope all of you really like this halloween special. have lots of fun and be safe this halloween! love you! also special thanks to @atomicami and @abbyscherry for cheering me up so much ily!!!🩷

“this is so horrible…” you told your best friend dina as you watched the news. harry, a guy from your high school had been murdered. he was the fourth victim in the hands of this terrible murderer called ghost face. your high school had cancelled its classes in hope to make its students safer, to no avail and luck it seemed, since every morning a new body appeared.

“shit! he gutted him up!” dina yelled, eyes widened as she stared at the screen, now showing harry with his abdomen open, intestines hanging and in full display. you looked away, incapable to look.

“why a he? it could be a girl.” you said, and dina looked at you.

“could you gut a guy up? are you the killer?!” she jumped and you shook your head.

“i slept with you last night!”

“maybe you snuck out and killed harry!” you frowned.

“why would i do that?”

“for how he treated you last year, remember? when you turned him down and then went bragging about having fucked you and saying ‘how much of a slut you were’.” she explained. “it seems reasonable to me.”

“you’re right… and you’re next!” you screamed as you jumped on her, making her laugh as you tickled her.

“okay, okay! i surrender!” she struggled in between chuckles and you pulled away, letting her breath.

that was when your phone pinged with a new notification. you sighed when you saw who it was coming from.

“who’s that?” dina inquired, peeking from your side to get a glimpse of the screen. “ugh. liam? again?! he is fucking obsessed.”

“i know. i don’t know why he keeps trying. i already told him i don’t go for boys but he won’t stop.” you rolled your eyes, leaving your phone aside. “by the way, didn’t you have to go meet up with jesse?” you remembered, to what your friend gasped.

“oh my god i’m so late!!!” she jumped out of the couch, putting on her shoes. “when are your parents getting home?” she asked.

“not for another couple of days.”

“wait. should i stay with you? i’m not sure you should be left alone… do you want me to stay?” you shook your head.

“no! no! i’ll be alright. i promise.” she didn’t move, to why you got up and pushed her slightly so she’d start moving towards the door. “go! jesse is waiting for you.”

she groaned. “okay! but promise me you’ll stay safe!” she said and you nodded, opening the door for her, your fuzzy socks against the hardwood floor.

“i promise. you too please.” she nodded, and gave you a tight hug.

“lock the doors!” she yelled as she made her way back to her car.

“don’t trust the love interest!” you yelled back and she funnily looked at you, rolling her eyes.

you waved at her goodbye and watched her drive away before closing your front door and locking it. you cheeked every door and window of your house, making sure they were closed.

you went back to the salon, getting snacks on the way to scroll through the different options of movies you had to spend your time with. you went ahead and picked one horror one, it was october after all.

you were mid-film when your phone lighted up with another notification from liam.

you rolled your eyes, taking a peek at the later and most recent messages he had sent you.

you frowned.

“what?” you muttered to yourself. was this a joke? was he playing with you?

next thing you knew your phone was ringing, liam’s name on your screen. you picked it up, an unknown voice coming through the phone. it was not liam.

“hello, y/n.”

“who’s this? where’s liam?” you heard a chuckle.

“asking about a man while talking to me? now you might make me jealous…” “liam can’t come to the phone right now. he’s… indisposed.” you looked out your windows, you could feel someone watching you. it was making your skin crawl. “what are you looking for, hm?”

“i’m gonna call the police.” you nervously said, and heard a laughter.

“ending our little play date so soon? we haven’t even played yet. do you want to play a game, y/n?” you were growing paler by the minute, your skin shining in a cold sweat.

you quickly hung up the phone, calling dina instead.

“come on, come on…” you muttered as it rang. “pick up, pick up!” you sighed when she finally did. “oh thank god, dina! there’s something wrong! i think there’s someone…” but all your words died on your throat when that same voice came though the line.

“did i tell you you could hang up on me?” this time it was rougher. your phone received a video, in which you could see dina and jesse laughing and eating popcorn. “dina seems pretty happy tonight, hanging with her little boyfriend. she really shouldn’t leave her phone lying around for anyone to clone…”

“what do you want?” you sacredly asked, throat dry.

“i told you, i want to play a game. horror movie trivia, three rounds. you call the cops, she and her boyfriend die. you get a question wrong, they die. i can be in that room in 15 seconds. you want a warm up question?” you were sobbing by the time.

“i don’t know much about horror movies!” you pleaded, hearing a chuckle.

“poor thing…” “in the fist stab movies, what woodsboro native was introduced as the franchise’s main character?” the killer completely ignored you, starting the game.

you though for a moment before the answer came up to your mind. “it’s sidney prescott!” you sniffled, quickly talking. “it’s sidney prescott and she lived on elm.”

“correct!” the voice cheered. “you see? you’re gonna do great at this! okay, question one—“

you frowned, quickly cutting them up.

“no, no, no, no… i got that one right. it should count.”

“that was your warm up question, sweet thing, anyone could have gotten that one right, it’s easy. sidney’s in every movie but the last one.” “question one. who wrote the book the shining?” the killer inquired and you quickly answered. you knew that one.

“stephen king!”

“correct. dina and jesse might live to see the sunrise.” “question two. how many people died at the hand of jason in the first friday the 13th movie?” your eyes widened.

“um… um…” shitshitshit.

“times ticking…”

you quickly left the call and entered google, searching the answer. once you came up with it with shaky hands, you answered.

“none.”

“correct! you seemed to pull that one off. let’s move to the last question…” “what is the number one rule on randy’s list for surviving a horror movie in scream?”

your face fell. “i…”

you didn’t know.

you were trying to find the answer but nothing was coming up. why was there nothing coming up?!

“no answer?” you swallowed your tears as you walked to the kitchen, taking a knife. you were getting ready for what’s coming.

“fuck you.” you spat, and heard a chuckle once again.

“close… but wrong. now, you might be able to answer to this one… am i inside the house or out?” your blood ran cold. suddenly, you heard a creek of the floor wood, and when you turned around, there it was, black eyes and white face staring at you in a scream.

you shrieked, and ran, hearing quick footsteps behind you. you ran was quickly as you could towards the entry door, which stood open, handle jammed, but before you could reach a couple of arms were engulfing you in a tight grip, and your knife was clattering on the floor.

you screamed, trying to fight off the masked killer, punching and kicking them as hard as you could, to no avail. they were too strong.

“shh, shh, that’s harsh baby. treating me so badly when the only thing i’ve done is treat you so right…” the modulated voice whispered on your ear, pulling you with them to your living room. “i even brought you a present!” the killer said, and in a blink the lights to your garden were on, showing who seemed to be liam tied to a chair, eyes widening in terror when he saw you, trying to free himself from the restraints, and scream thought the tape shutting his mouth.

but what really made your heart jump was the other ghost face standing beside him, who crooked their head to the side. “what’s the matter, y/n? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“there are…, two?” you inquired to yourself in disbelief, in fear. this made a lot of sense to why they couldn’t find the culprit to all these murders.

“oh, sweetheart, there’re always two.” the ghostface holding you muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “what do you have to say about your present, hm? isn’t it pretty?” your eyes drifted back to liam, who was already staring at you with a terrified look in his eyes. he looked beat up, nose broken and one of his eyes puffy and turning purple.

you felt your eyes pricking with tears at the thought that you could be next. “what do you want?” you wobbly inquired.

“you don’t like it? we did it just for you. we know how much he’s been nagging you. poor brain dead boy can’t take a hint.” liam grunted when the ghostface beside him gave him a smack in the head.

“we also found out something you’d like to see…” the ghostface behind you said, pressing the knife against your throat just a little tighter so you wouldn’t move as they freed you from one of their arms, their gloved hand dipping inside the pockets of their dark cloak and pulling out a hand of pictures. “why don’t you take a look?” your eyes drifted to the pictures they were handing you. they were all of you. in high school, at your home, sleeping, with your friends…

“what… what is this?” your fear coated voice asked, and the other ghost face chuckled.

“why don’t you ask, liam? caught him rubbing one out to them. seems like he likes you a little bit too much.” your eyes widened in horror. he had been stalking you?

“that’s a little bit serial killer of you, liam…” the ghostface behind you sarcastically said, clicking their tongue.

“liam…?” you called for him, and the other ghostface pulled the tape off of his mouth.

“i… i’m sorry! i couldn’t help it!” you felt sick to your stomach, the urge to puke deep in your throat. he stopped talking as the ghostface punched him in the face.

“fucking disgusting…” liam grunted when they took him by the hair, a knife on his throat. “you make me want to gut you up, like all those other pigs and bitches before you. they had it fucking coming by trying to hurt her, fuck her.” your heart seemed to stop, your eyes widened.

“wait…” you looked as pale as a ghost, blood frozen in your veins. “you did all of this… killed all of them… for me?” you suddenly stopped feeling those warm arms around you, letting you free. you were in shock, stuck in place.

“you seem surprised.” the ghostface beside you cocked their head, waving their knife. “what? couldn’t expect someone would kill for you? oh baby, we would do anything for you.” they walked away from you and towards the other ghostface. “sarah martins. bullied you all the way through your first years of high school. she made you so unhappy… we couldn’t let her get away with it.” they said. “bitch died like a fucking pussy, calling for her mommy.” they snickered.

“cole brown.” the other ghostface, who now you could see was much broader and taller than the one that had been holding you spoke. “really thought making fun of you at prom was ‘cool’. cool was the way his face caved in when i dug my fucking axe into his brains.”

“sarah smith. that bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut, speaking badly of you to everyone. i made her eat shit, and then, her own puke before i turned her into a fucking strainer.”

“harry davis. sour motherfucker. couldn’t fuck you so he had to lie about it. gutted him like a fish.”

“and lastly, you…” the taller ghostface took liam’s face with one of their big hands. “what should we do with you?”

“let’s just finish him off already, i’m getting bored.” the other said, lifting their knife.

they had killed them all… for you. because they… loved you?

“who are you?” you inquired, the masks both looking back at you. you could almost feel their smirks.

“look at her. isn’t she cute? we killed 4 people for her and she’s already in deep.” the ghostface laughed. “is that it sweet thing? that’s why you ain’t running? you liked that we hurt these people for you?” you shook your head.

“no, i-“

“i think you do. i think you’re getting off on this. having someone so obsessed with you that they’d kill those that had hurt you.“

“that’s not true!”

“what makes you think you couldn’t be next?” the other asked, stepping closer to you, and you took a step back, their big figure intimidating.

“you love me.” you said, and they sighed.

“that i do. but that doesn’t mean that i couldn’t hurt you.” you took a glimpse at the knife in their hands. “do you want me to hurt you?” your legs shook. you could feel the eyes behind the mask trailing down your body, covered by your skimpy little pijama. “answer me.” the killer ordered, but you could only focus on the dragging of their knife up your stomach, slowly.

“no.”

“liar.” you shivered, gasping when a hand circled your neck.

“what do you want from me…?”

“you know what we want.” you gulped, thighs squeezing against the other. “and you seem to want it too.” you unconsciously bit down on your lip. why was this strangely turning you on? they were killers for god sakes, you should be calling the cops, running as far as you could. but suddenly they were pushing away. “but first… we need to take care of our little friend here.” they went back to liam, who looked terrified.

“please, please let me go, i won’t do it again!” he begged, and the other ghostface groaned.

“ugh. hate it when they start begging.” they said before stabbing him in the stomach, making him yelp in pain. you gasped, hands going up to your mouth as you watched the blood starting to pour down onto the floor of your patio. “don’t you get it?” they inquired, pressing the knife to his temple. “you’re not getting out of here alive.”

“no, please!” another stab, this time coming from the ghostface that had come up to you moments ago.

“should’ve thought it twice before messing with our girl.”

our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl.

you were their girl.

another stab.

and another.

and another.

you could just stand there and watch as blood sputtered from liam’s lip, as the life slowly left his eyes and he bled to death. one final slice to the throat was what finally ended his suffering, cascades of blood trailing down his neck and chest as he tried to breath in gurgles. with one last shaky breath, he was gone.

“one more, one less.” one of them said, before the two of them turned towards you, white masks splattered in blood. “now… what should we do with you?” you shivered as they stepped closer, you could feel their intense gaze on you.

“such a pretty little thing… look at her. i’ve waited for this moment for so long…”

they were caging you in between them and the exterior wall of your home like predators would with their prey. they thrived on this, on your terror, on this little sick game of theirs.

you gasped when your back hit the wall, cold surface against your burning skin. then, their hands were on you, and you were in flames. your skin grew in goosebumps.

“so beautiful…” you watched as the taller one took off their bloody gloves, one of their warm strong hands cupping your cheek. “can’t stain such a pretty thing with their filthy blood, right?” “now. why don’t you tell us what you want, hm?”

“your faces. i want to see your faces.” you begged, hands shaking.

“whatever my girl wants.” the other said, before raising their still gloved hands towards their mask, the one touching you did the same, and at the same time they let them fall onto the floor.

all breath left your lungs. they were beautiful. like angels of death that had come knocking down on your door. you were mesmerized. blonde strands with the bluest eyes staring into your soul, along with green ones with auburn hair that would shine like fire under the sun. you were mesmerized.

the freckled girl chuckled, her now naked hands taking your chin. “look at her, like a deer in dead lights. like what you see, baby?” your cheeks flushed. you did. you tried to look away, but there was the tall blonde to stop you, her hand back against your cheek.

“aw, don’t go and get shy on us now. you better answer ellie, princess.”

ellie. the green eyed was called ellie.

“i do.” you said, and their smirks only grew more.

“i bet you do, hm?” ellie hummed, her thumb pressing against your bottom lip, caressing it. “you know. i’m so tired due to all the killing and all… treated you so good… i think we deserve a thank you, don’t you think doll?” you nodded. god. her voice was doing things to you.

“thank you.” you breathed out, but she clicked her tongue.

“come on, i think you can do better than that, hm?” she stared at your lips, thumb pulling from your bottom one, and you gulped. you knew what she wanted. you nodded, and she smiled, wetting her own with her tongue as she leant in. you couldn’t help but stare at her lips due to that gesture, slowly closing the distance in between the two of you until her lips were on yours. she groaned, and your whole body shivered. it didn’t take long until her tongue was pushing inside your mouth, and you whimpered, your eyes closed shut as you kissed her back. once she pulled away, there was a string of spit connecting both of your lips. she licked at your bottom lip to get rid of it, making you slightly moan. “good girl.” she praised, and your cunt throbbed. “now, why don’t you thank abby, hm? don’t want her to get jealous.”

abby. ellie and abby. why did their names have to be as pretty as them?

abby bit down on her bottom lip, cunt throbbing at your half lidded eyes, dazed face and swollen reddish lips. she wanted to eat you whole. she didn’t waste time in pulling you by your waist, warm tongue inside your mouth as your hands clasped on her strong broad shoulders. they kissed so good… the kiss quickly escalated. she was hungry. you moaned against her lips as her hands took your ass, squeezing, pulling impossibly closer. “abby…” you sighed when you felt her lips on her neck.

“fuck. sounds even better than i expected.” she muttered, her name sounded heavenly if it came from your lips.

“now i’m the one getting jealous.” ellie said with a a smirk on her lips, obviously enjoying the little show you two where giving her. you pulled from her cloak closer, and her eyes fell as she leant in when you did, searching her lips once again. “oh, yeah?” her eyebrows arched and you nodded, kissing her. this time she wasn’t as soft as the first time, biting down on your bottom lip as your hands dipped in her auburn hair. she hummed. this was heaven. ellie’s lips on your own and abby’s on your neck, sucking bruises that you won’t even bother to cover —it’s not as if they’d let you—. suddenly ellie’s hands were on your boobs, and your back arched, her fingers pinching your nipples. “let’s go to your room, hm?” you nodded, fucked out look on your face, and took one of their hands in between your own to drag them upstairs.

you were on the bed as soon as you were stepping into your room, abby and ellie taking their cloaks of to show their jeans and wife beaters, along with the bulges resting in between their thighs. your mouth watered, and ellie chuckled.

“my eyes are up here, doll.” you blushed.

“needy little thing, you just need a good fuck, don’t you?” abby’s sultry voice went straight to your cunt, and you moaned, nodding. “of course you do, look at you. i bet that little pussy of yours is soaked, isn’t it?” you bit down on your lip, and nodded again. “why don’t you show us, baby?” suddenly, you felt exposed, their gazes on you making you shiver. you slowly took of your shorts, along with your cotton panties, which were now drenched in your slick. your whole body was burning by the time your thighs parted, your cunt on full display for the pair, who groaned at the same time. “open up for me, princess.” she muttered, eyes unable to move away from your soaked folds. you complied, two of your fingers dipping in between them to pull them apart, slick keeping them connected, and show your twitching entrance and puffy little clit.

“fuuuuck.” ellie moaned, one of her hands coming down to her crotch to palm herself, the back of her strap rubbing her own throbbing clit. “good girl.” she praised, and you whimpered, your hole twitching in need.

“please…” you begged.

“what do you want, princess? tell us and we’ll give it to you.” abby said.

“i want you. i want you to fuck me.” that was their breaking point. ‘cause who were they to say no to something they’ve been dreaming about for years. they were on you in a blink. hands all over your body. abby’s fingers dipped in between your folds, ellie’s hands got rid of your shirt, leaving you completely exposed and naked for them, and took a hold of your tits. your back arched, maybe at the tight circles abby was drawing on your clit, maybe at the feeling of ellie’s lips and tongue on your sensitive nipples. a pornographic drawn out moan left your lips, your eyes squeezing shut. “fuck.” you cried out. you’ve never felt like this. you’ve never been this wet.

“so fucking soaked, you’re desperate for it, huh?” abby groaned, and ellie bit down on your nipple. “gonna stuff this pretty pussy up.” you moaned.

“you want abby to fuck you baby? want her to stretch you open on her cock?” ellie taunted you. you nodded, and she smirked. “of course you do… why don’t you get on your hands and knees for us, hm?” your legs were quivering, arms wobbly as you pushed yourself to the position she had asked for, exposing your ass and wet cunt to the hungry eyes of abby, whose hands came down to squeeze your ass cheeks, making you whine. ellie’s thumb caressed your bottom lip, slightly pushing inside your mouth. “open.” she ordered, and your mouth fell ajar for her. “more.” you gagged as she pushed down on your tongue. “thaaat’s it.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a moan ripped your throat when you felt abby’s tongue licking a fat strip up in between your slick folds.

“fuck. tastes so good.” abby groaned, her fingers digging in your ass to push you back against her face.

you were in a daze, spit dribbling down your chin as abby ate you out.

“now. you’re gonna take whatever abby’s gonna give you while i fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, understood?” you nodded, and her thumb left your mouth so her hands would reach her crotch and unzip her jeans. she wasn’t wearing any underwear, just her black strap, which hung low on her hips once she got rid of her pants. you gulped. it was fucking huge. “open up for me, doll.” you complied, moans leaving your throat due to abby’s administrations. she was eating you out like a starved woman, tongue buried in your hole, slurping to every tiny drop you’d give her.

soon enough ellie was sliding down your throat, slowly. “atta girl. nice and deep.” and you tried your best to take it, to not choke and gag. but a harsh deep thrust made you, and ellie couldn’t love it more. “fuck that’s it. choke on my cock, baby.” she groaned. the sight was heavenly.

but you were the one in heaven. abby’s lips were around your clit, sucking, as one of her fingers probed inside your cunt, making you whimper. ellie continued her thrusts down your throat, making spit dribble down your chin towards your breasts. your back was arched in pleasure, your eyes watery. you were so turned on that you knew you wouldn’t last.

abby pushed another finger in, fucking them in and out of you, her thick fingers perfectly hitting your g spot. you were a moaning mess, doe eyes heavy as you stared up at ellie. “fuck. i want to fucking ruin you.” she muttered through gritted teeth, her hips snapping harder. you whimpered, your cunt clenching around abby’s fingers. you were gonna cum.

“you’re gonna cum baby? gonna soak my face?” you nodded around ellie’s cock, moaning. “go ahead, let me see this pretty pussy drip for me.” when her lips went back to your clit sucking, you felt it hit you. your walls squeezed around her fingers as you moaned, tears falling down your cheeks as abby fucked you through it, walls pulsing and soaking her digits in a creamy white that dripped down your seam. she sucked you clean, licking her fingers as she pushed them inside her mouth once you were done.

your ears picked up on the sound of a flyer opening, and your cunt throbbed. your back arched when you felt the tip of her strap gliding through your puffy folds. you whined.

“can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy, fuck.” she groaned. “gonna fill you up so good baby, gonna stretch you and mold you to my cock.” you nodded around ellie’s dick, whimpering.

“look at her, she’s begging for it.” she chuckled. “you better give it to her, abby.” she didn’t have to say it twice before she was pushing inside of you, all breath leaving your lungs. she was so fucking big.

“that’s it princess, open up for me. taking my cock so good. pussy so hungry for it…” you moaned, trying to relax so you could fit it all inside. you moaned when she finally thrusted herself inside your warm walls, a squelch filling the room along with abby’s grunt. the strap rubbed perfectly her puffy clit.

she pulled out just to thrust inside once again, and your back arched.

“good girl. you’re being such a good girl letting us use you like this…” one of ellie’s hands came down onto your head, slim fingers lacing on your hair.

“pussy so good is swallowing me all up. you like my cock baby? like it?” she groaned, snapping harshly her hips against your ass. you screamed, gagging around ellie’s dick.

they were harshly fucking you now, taking everything they could from you. you were gagging and moaning non stop, your mind feeling dizzy due to the lack of air.

every thrust hit your g spot, one of abby’s hands, that had been gripping your hips hardly enough to leave bruises, coming down in between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit. you tried to wiggle your way away from her touch, but her other hand came down onto your ass in a slap. “don’t run away from me.” she ordered and you whimpered. ellie pulled out of your mouth, and since she no longer was grabbing you by your hair, your arms wobbled, letting you fall against the duvet.

“look at you…” she cooed. “used like a fucking toy, hm?” she chuckled. moans spilled from your lips with every one of abby’s thrusts your sore nipples rubbing against the sheets at the strength of the snaps of her hips. “get up. we’re not done with you yet.” she pulled you up by your hair again, abby’s free hand and arm holding you form your stomach to pull you closer against her chest, making her cock slip deeper inside of you. you cried out.

“too much. ‘s too much!” you slurred.

“fuck abby, i can see your cock in her.” ellie moaned, biting down on her lip at the sight of abby’s strap poking through the skin of your stomach in a bulge. ellie’s hand took the place of abby’s against your clit so the blonde could drag you down harder on her dick. she was kissing your fucking cervix.

“i’m so deep in her she can’t even speak.” the other chuckled, groaning and grunting with each snap of her hips against you.

“i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum. i’m cumming.” you cried, fat tears spilling from your watery doe eyes.

“yeah? gonna give us another one, baby?” you nodded, moaning non stop. “of course you are. go ahead, baby. i wanna hear you scream.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your second orgasm of the night hit you. you were drowning on it, screaming, gasping on ellie’s mouth as she hungrily and wetly kissed you. you tried to kiss her back in between cries and moans to no avail, your tongue messily sliding against her own.

“good girl. good. fucking. girl.” abby groaned with each thrust, fucking all your cum out of your cunt.

once you came down from it, you were panting heavily, body completely limp in between abby’s arms.

ellie’s hand surrounded your neck, biting on your bottom lip. “you think you can give me one more, baby? gonna let me fuck you, hm?”

“i can’t cum anymore…” you cried, and she cooed.

“aw… aren’t you cute.” she falsely pouted. “that’s something for me to decide.” you whimpered. oh fuck, why was your clit throbbing again? “here’s what we’re gonna do.” she squeezed your neck, making you gasp. “you’re gonna open your fucking legs for me and take my cock while you eat abby out, hm? i think she deserves a little thank you for fucking you up so good, don’t you think?” you nodded and she smiled. “that’s my girl.” you whined as abby pulled out of you, the emptiness in between your thighs making you shudder and whimper.

“shhhh, don’t worry baby. ellie’s gonna fuck you real good.” she whispered, slightly pushing you so you would lay on your back on the sheets. you watched as she unclasped her strap, showing her blonde mound and shiny lips. your mouth watered. “gonna be good for me and make me cum?” you nodded, and she crept her way up your body until your face stood below and between her thighs. you moaned, shiny eyes glued to her perfect pussy. your hands gripped her strong thighs as you felt ellie’s hands part your own to get in between them.

abby lowered herself on your face, moaning when your tongue came out of your mouth to lick a strip up her clit from her leaking hole. you cried out. fuck. she tasted so good. abby groaned at the way you lapped at her slick, starved. “so fucking needy. you like my pussy baby?” you nodded, humming and moaning against her as you suckled on her clit. one of her hands came down on your hair, gripping it. you pulled away from her when you felt ellie entering you in a harsh and quick thrust, making you scream.

“fuck. she’s so tight…” she grunted. “she’s milking my fucking cock.” she thrusted inside, and you moaned, but abby pulled you back to her cunt.

“come on baby. use that pretty mouth of yours.” she grunted, her hips bucking against your tongue. you flattened it so she could ride your face. “that’s it. stick your tongue out for me. oh fuck.” she moaned.

your mind was fuzzy, your pussy drooling around ellie‘s cock.

your back arched. you were feeling so good. they were fucking you so good.

“my pretty little doll, hm? aren’t you baby?” abby groaned, watching as you sucked on her clit, your moans and whimpers driving her closer to her orgasm. “eating my pussy so good. you love it don’t you? love it that ellie and me are using you to cum like a little toy, huh? of course you do. fuck.” she moaned. your eyes opened, and you almost came at the sight of abby and ellie making out on top of you. the blonde’s head was turned to the side as ellie leaned forwards, hungrily kissing her in between groans and moans. you cried out.

“look at her, she likes it.” ellie chuckled, and abby looked at you, a smirk on her lips.

you moaned, watching as ellie kissed at abby’s neck.

“oh, she loves it.” abby teased you, ellie giving you a specially harsh thrust as her hands grasped at abby’s breasts, her hips slamming against yours, making the wet squelches of your pussy fill the room. “she’s fucking soaked.” she chuckled.

“then let’s give her a good show, hm?” ellie muttered against her lips, and abby harshly kissed her, making ellie moan.

you whimpered, watching as they made out on top of you, abby fucking your face. the kiss was hungry and angry, all tongue and teeth as abby pulled at ellie’s hair, making her fuck you harsher and faster. she was approaching her orgasm.

“i’m close.” abby groaned, snapping her hips harder against your mouth.

“me too, fuck. gonna cum so hard.” she gasped, and you moaned. “seems like she’s gonna cum too.” she smirked.

“you gonna cum, doll? gonna cream ellie’s cock?” you nodded, and abby moaned at the feeling of your nose bumping against your clit, pulling at your hair. “shit. go ahead baby, cum for us.” you moaned, your nails digging on her thighs as your own shook, your cunt pulsing as you came. you felt short of air, falling apart. you were fucking squirting. making a mess of the sheets and her cock.

“gonna fill you up. gonna fill this pussy up, fuck!” ellie groaned in between sloppy thrusts, finally cumming against her strap. abby didn’t take long to cream all over your tongue in a moan, thrusting her hips against your mouth to ride it out.

you were crying of overstimulation as they used you to fuck themselves through it.

when they finally stopped you felt boneless, completely spent. abby pulled away from your mouth, hearing a cry at the loss of ellie’s cock as she too pulled out of your drooling cunt. your cum had stained the bed sheets.

“poor thing. she’s completely fucked out.” ellie cooed, caressing your cheek.

“don’t worry baby. we’ll take care of you.” abby said. your vision was starting to blur, the exhaustion taking over your body. “we’ll always take care of you.” she promised. and with that, you passed out, feeling safe in between the arms of death.

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a/n; 👻

[lavenderfilledcoffin]

distracted

adjective

unable to concentrate because one's mind is preoccupied.

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After the night you comforted Sebastian, he's somehow gotten even more clingier than before.

You were talking about stories from your childhood, mostly how clumsy you were, and how badly you would get injured.

You laughed as you recalled a certain memory. That being when a chicken chased you all the way home.

Little did you know, he wasn't even paying attention.

He wouldn't admit it, ever, maybe. But, he's found what he's been missing his whole life.

Is this love or emotional arousal? It's love.

His mother once told him how amazing it was to find your true love, he barely believed her words—thinking he was incapable of being loved, but still happily listened. His mother was his world, after all.

Sebastian missed her dearly.

He knew his mom would have loved you. You were so caring and gentle despite everything that's been happening.

Your face. Oh, how he loved looking at you.

The soft crinkle in the corner of your eyes when you would laugh at one of his jokes.

Your lips that he adored kissing in the comfort of your shared 'home'.

Especially when you slept, you looked like an angel.

Even if you slept crazily, he chuckled but still thought it was cute.

He held back these urges every single night to touch your face, mostly because he didn't want to disturb your peaceful sleep.

He's always had this irrational fear of accidentally hurting you. His strength is abnormal, abnormal enough to where he has nightmares over it.

Huh? Oh, right. Here you were, holding him like a baby while you kept rambling.

Your voice is so sweet. He truly can't get enough of it. The lovely hymn of your voice was as heavenly as the voice of a thousand radiant angels. You put them all to shame.

"I think she was scared of me because of that, but I don't blame her." You giggled after you finished that sentence, whatever you were talking about.

Sebastian purred softly, the vibration that was emitting from his throat felt nice, in a way, against your chest.

It was almost like there was a cat on your chest rather than your boyfriend.

Your hypothesis was being proved right as you noticed the end of his tail slightly wiggling. You wish you had a camera to record it, you wanted to treasure it forever.

The thought plastered a stupid smile on your face, your cheeks started to hurt from how often you smiled around him.

He liked that, a lot, actually.

He liked you, a lot.

"Hey, Seb?" Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" His head lifted up, his glowing eyes looking into yours.

"Have you... even been listening?" Your left hand's fingers went into a flicking position, ghosting over his forehead.

"I... I have. Yeah. Uh huh." He noticed a small furrow in your eyebrows.

"If you were, tell me what I said two sentences ago."

"Uh..." His eyes moved away from yours, his cheeks noticeably darker.

"Chicken?"

"Part of it, is something bothering you?" You lowered your fingers from his forehead, opting to rest them on his right shoulder.

His gaze met yours again. "It's nothing bad, honestly." A guilty and awkward smile made its way onto his face, the corners of it tilting in a weird manner.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Whatever you say, Seb."

Sebastian put his head back onto your chest, stretching his lower body, sighing happily afterwards.

You held your boyfriend close, rubbing small circles into his shoulders.

The atmosphere was calm. Nothing was disturbing, and there was nothing to worry about. Just two lovers, happy to be alive.

[ohbo-ohno]

hear me out: ghoap x reader (noncon) in an abandoned factory. Reader only has an unreasonably short amount of time to escape before they get to keep her and do whatever they want to her

1k game here - no more please! im trying to get through these but they're slow going because im incapable of writing anything less than a thousand words apparently

1.8k of ghoap (mostly ghost) x reader chasing very scared reader through a factory :/ this is very similar to everything else i've ever written so nothing new here folks. (aka noncon!!!) btw this one is just pwp, nothin else much here to see

Your breaths heave out of you in pants, almost violent in their intensity. You feel like you can hardly breathe, but it doesn't matter. all that matters is running, getting away from the monsters chasing you.

You can hear them. Or, one of them at least. Johnny - the Scottish one, the one you'd been stupid enough to follow out of the bar in the first place. His partner - either Ghost or Simon, Johnny had called him both - your sure is silent as he moves. He'd blended into the shadows for so long when you first woke up, and you know he's doing it again.

You can't think about them. If you think about them for too long you'll spiral, and that is the last thing you need.

No, you have to run.

The old factory is a creepy place, cobwebs and dust covering everything, random creaking noises from machines, lights flickering on and off with no rhyme or reason. It takes all of your willpower not to scream when you feel a roach crawl across the toe of your heels.

The shoes are something you're still not sure if you made the right choice on - you can't walk silently in them, but you have absolutely no idea what you could possibly step on. The last thing you need is to somehow give yourself tetanus while running from your possible killers.

Still, the way you click-clack along the concrete floors makes you wince with every step.

"Where are you, bonnie?" Johnny echoes nearby. You've been trying to track him by listening to how many times his voice echoes, and he sounds very close now.

You duck into the first room you see, shoving yourself along a dark wall and fumbling around in the pitch black. The room must be windowless because there isn't even a hint of light, nothing that lets you see even vague shapes in the room.

Still, it's silent. You hear loud footsteps approach the door, and breathe out a large sigh of relief when they keep walking. Johnny shouts something indiscernible, and his voice fades into the distance.

You go limp against what you're sure is a wall, letting yourself breathe as heavily as you want now that you're sure there's no chance of being found.

The adrenaline makes your hands shake. Your lungs ache from the strain you've put them under, and you feel a little lightheaded from fear. But you try to shove all of that away - all that matters is that you stay away from your pursuers until morning.

The door opens.

Any peace you'd managed to find disappears in the blink of an eye, and you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your whimper. The door opens inwards, and whoever steps in can't see from around it. You're safe until he lets it fall closed behind him, plunging the room into darkness.

It's got to be Ghost. Even without knowing them all that well, you know Johnny wouldn't be able to resist taunting you. You hadn't seen much more than a silhouette, but you're sure this is Simon.

You can't try and move. Your shoes are too loud, and trying to kick them off would be just as loud as walking. Your only option is to stand still and pray he doesn't find you.

He's silent as he moves. You can't hear breathing, or footsteps, or even if he brushes over something. The room is as quiet as it was before he found it. But you can't relax. Your legs are tensed in preparation to run, and your heart beats so loudly you're sure he could hear it if he came close enough.

But he doesn't. The room is silent, and he doesn't find you.

There's a point where you're nearly convinced that he never came into the room at all. Is it possible that you hallucinated him? That your exhausted and terrified brain conjured up a threat that isn't real?

It takes a long, long time, but eventually you start to relax against the wall. It must've been nearly ten minutes of dead silence now, surely you've just started seeing things. No man could stand that still, stay so quiet, for so long.

You let your arm fall from your face, puffing breaths into the slightly musty air. Another few minutes, and you'll move again.

"Boo," a voice whispers in your ear, from directly next to you.

You scream, leaping away from the sudden wall of heat at your side. It doesn't let you, a hand snapping out and grabbing you by your upper arm before you can fall. You scream again as he pulls you closer, don't stop screaming as he turns you around and pins you by the chest to the wall.

He's all man and heat as he presses himself to your back, lips hovering by your ear, breaths ghosting over the sensitive shell.

"Got you," he whispers, nipping at your ear. "Stop your wailin', you're alright."

You do not, in fact, stop wailing. It feels impossible to swallow the sobs spilling from your throat, like if you close your mouth they'll choke you. So you stand pinned to the wall, tears already spilling down your cheeks as you blubber mindlessly.

Ghost laughs over your shoulder. "Little crybaby, aren't ya? That's alright, doll, I don't mind a few tears."

You can feel him undoing his belt behind you, and that only makes you more panicked. You throw yourself back against him, desperate to get him off, but you're nowhere near strong enough to do anything.

Ghost grunts over your shoulder, using one hand to force you flush with the wall again.

"Stay," he grunts, naked hips brushing against your ass as he flips your skirt up. "Unless you want me to get a little rougher? That what you want, love? Want me to throw you down and fuck you until you bleed?"

You keen loudly, shaking your head as best you can with your face forced into the wall. "No, no, nonono, please, please, you can't- oh God, please don't-"

He laughs lowly, rocking his hard cock between your thighs. "Just Ghost will do, love. Now, let's stretch you out a bit, hm? No need for blood when you're good for me."

You're bone dry between your thighs, no room for anything but fear in your head. Simon doesn't seem to mind, slowly stroking over your clit until your body betrays you.

"There we go," he murmurs as you first start to leak onto his fingers. "Little more for me, love, c'mon."

You've got no choice but to obey. It's like Ghost has a manual on how to make you feel best, stroking over all the parts that make your cunt drool, using just enough pleasure to keep things feeling horribly good.

You sob against the wall, pressing your forehead so hard into the rough surface that it hurts. All you can do is stand still and take what he gives you, forced to bear witness to your own destruction.

He's silent as he slips one finger, than another, inside of you. You whine against the intrusion, the slight sting a horrible pleasure.

"Hush, love," he soothes, rutting himself against your leg. "You're almost ready, won't be much longer now."

That only makes you more distressed, and you sob into the wall.

He's true to his word and doesn't spend much longer fingering you, his own intent seeming to be to spread you out enough to take him. You hope the fact that he only used two fingers means he isn't too large, but the size of each finger tells you otherwise.

You can't help but cry out when you feel his warm head rest against your entrance. Your hands fist against the wall as you fight back every urge to lash out, knowing that'll only make everything worse.

Ghost laughs over your shoulder, like he knows exactly what you're thinking.

"Still for me now, good girl. Won't make you do any of the work, just gotta stand there and take it for me." He speaks as he pushes slowly into you, raising his voice enough to be heard over your sounds of pain and pleasure.

He's thick, so much thicker than the two fingers he stretched you with, and there's a moment where you think he really has made you bleed. The pain isn't sharp enough for that though, just a never ending push into the clutch of your body.

"There you go," he moans when his hips meet the meat of your ass, as deep inside of you as he can get at this angle. "You feel like heaven, doll, never felt a cunt this tight, fuck."

"Pl-please," you splutter, breath shaky. "Please don't, it hurts..."

"Oh yeah? It hurts?" He coos, hands stroking faux-comfortingly over your hip. "Poor thing, 'm just too big for your little hole, huh? You'll just have to relax, then, I'll make you feel good once I'm finished."

A little heartbroken noise slips from your throat, but you do your best to listen. There isn't much else to do but bear whatever he chooses to give, so you try to relax your muscles, letting the wall take your weight.

"Good girl, good girl for me," he breaths, grinding his hips deep into you.

You feel him inhale deeply against you and try to mimic the pace of his breathing, bracing yourself as he pulls out.

Mercifully, he's silent as he fucks you. He seems to be lost in your body, shoving his face into your neck and running his teeth over the thin skin over your pulse.

It feels almost dream-like, to be taken like this. You can't move with how closely he has you crowded, and the room remains the absolute pitch black - you can't even see the outline of Simon's form over your shoulder. It's like what's happening is stuck in only this room, and you tell yourself that when it's over, when you leave, you'll be able to pretend this never happened.

That illusion is ruined when the door opens, flooding the room with light.

You get another look at Ghost as he pulls his head away from your neck to look over - he's sweat-slicked and flushed, eyes narrowed as he looks to see the intruder.

"Aw, you started without me?" Johnny whines, leaving the door wide-open as he trots over to where you're pinned.

Ghost huffs a laugh over your shoulder, continuing to fuck you at his same pace, leaving you wracked with pleasure. "First come, first serve, Johnny - shoulda been faster if you wanted to play with her first."

Through teary eyes you can see that Johnny doesn't look all that upset as he leans on the wall next to you. He plants a hand in the center of your chest, pushing you back into Ghost to make just enough room for him to squeeze between him and the wall.

You're left using his body to hold yourself up, instinctually gripping his arms to keep from collapsing.

He nudges your chin up with one hand as Ghost starts to really pound into you, leaving you drooling onto his thumb.

"Don't worry, bonnie," he winks. "I don't mind sloppy seconds."

[wildemaven]

throttled control | frankie morales

-> pairing: frankie morales x pilot f!reader

-> wc: 760

-> content warnings: 18+ blog; smutty themes, established relationship, competency kink maybe, reader has call-sign but no reference to appearance or use of name

-> a/n: reposting from other account; this was a random thot after seeing frankie in that gif. this isn't beta'd, so all mistakes are my own.

masterlist

“All right, baby…. Come on, now.” His voice is low and staticy as it reverberates through your headset. 

Those same words had ghosted over your naked body merely hours ago. Though similar in tone, the context in which they were uttered was vastly different. It’s evident that even at 10,000 feet, they can still deliver an aching want where you need him most. 

His hands flex over the cyclic, fingers adjusting and readjusting their grip on the metal control stick that teeters in a forward position between his legs. Dexterous and capable in maintaining a steady pitch as the large aircraft flies over the terrain below. 

Your mind wanders to last night, the vivid imagery still looping through your mind. His fingers working ardently to bring you closer and closer to the edge, a delicate pressure with an ample promise of sweet sweet euphoria. Those same hands holding you, gripping the meat of your delicious thighs as his cock thrust up into you. His movements were effective and shattering as he chased down the same dizzying path. 

“Hollywood!” Frankie’s voice cuts through your lusty remembrance. Your call-sign echoing through your headset, given to you by the guys after you had confessed to them during a drunken night of truth or dare your dream of becoming an actress when you were younger. That evening resulted in a not so humiliating call sign and a kiss with a handsome pilot— a now serious boyfriend. 

“Hmm?” You lift your gaze from his hands to his handsome face, the golden hues of the sunset washing over his beautiful features. 

“I asked you how the oil pressure is reading?” You can see the seriousness of his eyes from behind his aviators. 

“Oil pressure is in the green and temp is stable at 180 degrees.” You tell him while making a note on your log sheet, the sway of the metal aircraft has you glancing back over to where his hands are taut as they even out the pitch. 

“What’s got your head in the clouds?” He asks, his focus moving from the sky in front him over to where you’re sitting to the left of him in the cockpit. 

“Nothin’” You lie, but the smile you’re incapable of concealing gives away your silent thoughts, looking back to his hands steadily at work then back to him. 

Frankie follows where your line of sight had been, realization hitting him quickly. His tongue glides over his bottom lip as his right hand settles on your leg, the few gentle squeezes he gives you has your insides buzzing. 

“You still thinkin’ about last night too?” He asks, watching the way his hand flexes over your fatigue cover thigh, noting the way you shift in your seat at his touch. 

“You looked so good, baby. Been thinkin’ about it all day, too. Might need a refresher tonight.” He winks at you then refocuses his attention on the flight path. 

“Yeah— I like the sound of that. Might even let you do that one thing you’ve been wanting to try out.” You purr, anticipation already setting up in your core. 

“You mind keepin’ your kinky shit off the comms? We don’t need to hear the shit you two do in your spare time.” Santiago’s voice cuts through the communication system. 

“Fuck off, Pope. Jealousy ain’t a cute look for you. It’s not my fault what’s her name dumped your ass last week.” Frankie shakes his head, chuckling at your response. 

“Speak for yourself, Pope. I for one would like to know what this thing is that Fish has been wanting to try out.” Benny pipes up from his seat in the rear of the helicopter. “Care to share with the class, Fish?” 

“Nope.” Letting the ‘P’ pop between his plush lips as he says it. “And you can fuck right off too if you think about asking her for it later.”

“Why don’t you rest your eyes? We’ve got another 30 minutes of air time before we touch down at base. You’re gonna need all the rest you can get for what I have planned for you later, Baby.” Frankie suggests, knowing he’s fully capable of handling the aircraft on his own— a nap sounds nice too, to make up for the sleep you didn’t have last night. 

“Seriously!?” Santiago groans in annoyance. 

“Fuck off, Pope.” Frankie and you yell in unison. 

You adjust yourself into a comfortable position, placing your own aviators over your closed eyes. Your mind drifting back to last night with ease, gearing up for what’s to come later tonight. 

[indigo-scarf]

Draco DID want to be a Death Eater (and here’s why)

If I had a Sickle for every time I’ve read that Draco became a Death Eater against his will, forced by either his father or Voldemort, I’d be as rich as the Malfoys. However, that is not true in canon, and Draco is much more compelling and tragic for it.

It’s explicitly shown in HBP that Draco was enthusiastic about serving Voldemort in the beginning. Bellatrix, who’s ever eager to call out any unfaithfulness to Voldemort, defends Draco:

“And I will say this for Draco: he isn’t shrinking away from his duty, he seems glad of a chance to prove himself, excited at the prospect —” (HBP2)

Draco himself gloats about it:

“Well, you never know,” said Malfoy with the ghost of a smirk. “I might have … er … moved on to bigger and better things.” [...] “When the Dark Lord takes over, is he going to care how many O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s anyone's got? Of course he isn't. It'll be all about the kind of service he received, the level of devotion he was shown.” [...] Crabbe and Goyle were both sitting with their mouths open like gargoyles. Pansy was gazing down at Malfoy as though she had never seen anything so awe-inspiring. “I can see Hogwarts,” said Malfoy, clearly relishing the effect he had created as he pointed out of the blackened window. (HBP7)

And he’s preoccupied with the “glory” he thinks he’ll get by completing his mission:

“I know what you're up to! You want to steal my glory!” (Draco to Snape, HBP15)

“[Snape]'s been offering me plenty of help — wanting all the glory for himself — wanting a bit of the action — [...] But I haven't told him what I've been doing in the Room of Requirement, he's going to wake up tomorrow and it'll all be over and he won't be the Dark Lord's favourite any more, he'll be nothing compared to me, nothing!” (HBP29)

Of course there are threats and fear involved, as well, since this is Voldemort we’re talking about, but it’s both the carrot and the stick. When Draco starts to think he might fail, he focusses on the threats, hence:

“No one can help me,” said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. “I can't do it... I can't... It won't work… and unless I do it soon... he says he'll kill me…” (HBP24)

Nonetheless, as per the previous quotes, he oscillates between being terrified of failure and chasing the rewards of success up until the very end, in the Astronomy Tower.

As I've argued extensively in my Hand of Glory meta, I see Draco’s becoming a Death Eather as an attempt to both prove himself to his father and to prove himself better than his father.

It’s not that Draco has lost love or respect for Lucius, but he still wants to take the opportunity to make his father finally see his value by out-doing him. If Lucius’s DoM blunder triggered the Malfoys’ fall from grace, Draco’s success will earn them even more honour than they had before.

At the same time, though, Draco’s actions are not truly emancipatory because his father remains the point of reference that determines his worth.

Ultimately, Draco’s motive for taking the Mark is less about belief in the cause, and more about his daddy issues paradox: wanting to prove himself a grown up man, but doing so in a desperate, rash bid for the paternal validation he so sorely lacks.

Draco starts HBP insisting that he’s “...not a child, in case you haven't noticed, Mother”, and “perfectly capable of doing [his] shopping alone” (HBP6), but by the end of the book he’s feeling quite incapable of doing things alone, and still struggling with his need for approval from a father figure.

To me, this is much more interesting than simple external coercion. Draco’s own lack of independent self-worth is what leads him to destroy his life, and what renders him unable to be dissuaded from it. He dismisses anyone who tries to warn or help him, because he assumes they must share his own repressed lack of belief in himself, and marches solitary and obstinate towards his own ruin.

[naomis-daydream]

touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’ // shuri udaku

warnings: kissing, fingering (shuri receiving), kinda bottom!shuri, exhibitionism

a/n: yesterday was my two week anniversary on tumblr (writing wise bc i’ve been here for months lolz) so here’s a lil treat! my first time writing smut so pls be nice.

translations: bhabha - baby, sthandwa sami - my love, nkosazana- princess.

p.s i didn’t write this, i have class.

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“Come on, let me touch you.” you whispered, lips ghosting over the lobe of her ear.

Shuri wished she could respond, say something, anything, but right now, all she could focus on was the feeling of your cool fingertips dancing across her lower stomach.

“Don’t you wanna feel good?” your lips muttered against hers as her mouth opened to let out a low groan. “I can make you feel so good.”

As if your words weren’t enough, you slipped your hand below her waistband, cupping her clothed cunt in your palm. Shuri threw her head back, biting back a whimper. You took this as an invitation to leave a trail of kisses up her neck, stopping just below her ear to suck gently on her soft skin.

Just as you begin to trace small circles on her clit does she finally give you a coherent sentence.

“W-We can’t,” she says breathlessly, “Someone could come in.”

Though her actions contradict her words. Her arms are wrapped around your waist, hands dropping down to squeeze your ass when you dip your hand into her underwear.

Truth be told, she was right—anyone could walk in. You had her leaned against a relatively empty lab table that was in the direct eye-line of the entrance. If anyone happened to walk in, which could be any moment since her Design Group usually returned for lunch at 1pm, they’d see the incredibly lewd sight of the princess on the verge of being finger-fucked by her girlfriend.

And quite frankly Shuri was already seen as a who child who “scoffs at tradition”, so maybe adding exhibitionist to the list wasn’t the brightest idea. Though she couldn’t care less about that when you finally pushed a finger inside her.

“You’re so wet, bhabha.” You cooed as she moaned softly, trying to conceal her pleasure, lest someone overhear.

You would have none of that.

You moved your hand from behind her on the table to grip lightly on her neck, pulling her head up to look you in the eye. “Mm-mm, nkosazana, I wanna hear you.” You whispered, pumping your finger in and out at a slow pace.

She held your gaze with those beautiful, brown eyes. Her lips were shut in an awfully cute pout. You could tell she wanted to make her pleasure audible, yet still hesitant to oblige. That was fine though, you had other ways of gaining her obedience.

You leaned over to kiss her, lips connecting just as she let out a blissful moan. You swallowed the noise, pushing your tongue in her mouth. Shuri sighed at the contact, beginning to grind into your hand.

You pulled back, a string of spit connecting you two as she chases your lips. Looking at her with low lidded eyes, you slid another finger into her, watching her brows furrow as her jaw dropped in a silent scream, eyes closing.

Shuri could feel you everywhere. Your warmbreath on her face, your hand applying pressure lightly on her neck, and your nimble fingers stroking upward to that spongy spot that made her entire body vibrate in ecstasy.

You slowly increased your pace, tightening your grip to pull her back to you. “Eyes on me.” For her sake, she obeyed, meeting your gaze with a slightly quivering lower lip.

You curled your fingers inside her, reaching for that perfect spot that’d make her-

“Y/n!”

You smirked.

“Bast, please, Y/n. Don’t stop.” She swallows thickly as another moan escapes her. The lab was flooded with the sound of your fingers entering and exiting her at an ungodly place, the wet sound of your knuckles meeting her pussy brought tears to her eyes.

You smiled softly. “Aw, poor baby. Does it feel that good?”

Shuri nods quickly, incapable of forming words that’d do you justice.

“Who makes you feel this good?”

“You do,” she utters, hands moving to grip the edge of the table with crushing force.

“Who else takes care of you like I do?” You ask, letting go of her neck to wipe the single tear that slid down her cheek.

“No one else but you. Only you, sthandwa sami.” she cries.

You can tell she’s close, her hips are practically buckling against you as you bring your thumb to rub her clit once more.

Your hand cups the side of her face, kissing the spot where her tear once resided. “Come for me.”

Shuri buried her face in your neck, muffling the obscene noises you so desperately enjoyed. She wraps her arms around your waist tightly, pulling you closer as she rides her orgasm out, hips rolling against your hand still pumping slowly inside her.

“Ndiyakuthandana,” she says into your skin. I love you.

Her post-coital words of affection make you chuckle as you slowly pull out of her. “I love you more.”

She pulls her head out of the crook of your neck, arms still around your waist. “Akunakwenzeka.” It is impossible.

You hum softly, admiring her supple skin. A hazy, fucked-out smile was strayed across her face, eyes glazed with fulfillment. The two of you stay like that, looking blissfully at each other, for a few more seconds before the chatter of the lab assistants nearby breaks you from your reverie.

Shuri quickly removes her hands from around you, looking down to button and zip her jeans. You laugh at her movements as the doors opened.

Shuri glares at you as she smooths her shirt out, saying a quick greeting to the others as your back still faced them. As they reply, you place your fingers in your mouth, tongue swirling around the two digits. You pull them out slowly with a small pop! smiling at the way Shuri’s mouth parts.

“Fuck you,” she says low enough so only you can hear her.

Walking backwards, you wink at her with a smile. “Maybe later.”

[e-nonsense]

Hi! I would love a Jason Todd x reader where a reader from our world is teleported into their world, and the reader loves superheroes and is in love with Jason and soulmates exist in the DC world, but not in our world. The reader gets her soulmate name-tattoo when she’s transported to their world and it’s Jason. But when the reader first gets to their world she’s really freaking out bc she doesn’t know where she is but then she get’s saved by the batfam or smthn and she knows all their names

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

⇢ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ {ᴀɴʏ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ}

⇢ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ » ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ, ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ, ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱզᴜɪɴᴛ

⇢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴄꜱ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ

You felt yourself slipping away, people surrounded you. You were dead before anyone could help.

Your name a frantic whisper among your loved ones, "Y/n! Y/n!" but you couldn't bring yourself to care anymore. You had wanted this, you sought death. You wanted to die, and you always got what you wanted.

Jason always wondered why he never a mark. He never got a name, he assumed he was never meant to love, or have someone love him. He figured he was incapable of being loved, no saw him anymore.

He roamed Gotham like a ghost, served justice with his guns and fists. He felt he didn't need much more. But one day in the cave, his heart stopped, he couldn't breathe.

The man just collapsed, he was in so much pain and agony. He remembered feeling this for a split second when he died, but the continuous pain hurt so much.

When Dick rushed him over to the examination table, the pain in his heart stopped, and he felt a slight sting on the skin covering his collar bone.

His hand moved up to scratch it, but Alfred slapped his hand away and moved his shirt away from it. Jason assumed something was wrong with him, that maybe he got zapped or something during his earlier patrol. But everyone's shocked expressions and gasps worried him, "What is it?" he moved his head down to look and found himself at a loss for words.

Y/N M/n L/N

"I've got a-" he couldn't even say the word, he had already accepted it that he was made to love.

"Bullshit" he kept a leveled head though "Someone's fucking with me or something"

"Hello?!" everyone's head snapped from Jason to the exit of the Batcave. "Anyone home?" the voice sounded softer this time.

Everyone was running around the cave, desperately trying to get their suits off,except Jason. Instead he walked up the stairs, he looked... hypnotised?

He was enchanted by your voice, it made him calm. He wanted to hear it again. "Jason!" Dick's yelled and chased after him.

The rest of the family in pursuit right behind the two men, Alfred way ahead of them all.

When they all finally reached you, Jason stood there in awe.

You squinted you eyes at him, not the big red bat on his chest but at his face, only when Bruce cleared his throat you both snapped out of it muttering apologies and turning red.

Bruce was the first to speak "Who are you?"

"Who the hell are you?" you shot back, eyes slipping down to catch a glimpse of the bat emblem on his chest "holy shit-"

"is this heaven?" your question shocked most of the people in the room.

"what?"

"I died right?" you spoke softly, "I know I did, I made sure I would"

"You're dead?

"You and Todd have that in common-" Damian was slapped over the head before he could say much more.

"I'm so confused right now" you and Jason spoke at the same time.

Dick was apparently the only sane one in the room, "Okay, what's your name kid"

"What's yours?"

"I asked first"

You groaned, "Fine, I'm Y/n, Y/n L/n"

Jason choked on air, Damian smirked at him. Everyone else was unsure of what they were seeing, this was too big of a coincidence.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

This time it was Cass who broke the silence, "Do you mind if we check your collarbone?"

You were at a loss for words, "Um- weird request but sure I guess. Just don't do anything weird"

Cass stepped closer to you, motioning to the hem of the shirt to which you nodded.

Nothing bad can happen when the freaking Batman is standing right there

She pulled it down slightly, and there in a red that matched Jason's helmet was his name; Jason Peter Todd

"Okay what the fuck-"

"So you're telling me that where you're from, we're comic book characters?"

"Yeah, and you're telling me that when I died I came here instead of my grave?"

"Yeah" Dick sat next to you, cup of coffee in hand. Bruce wanted to run some tests on you, he didn't find anything unusual. So he called in someone experienced with magic, he wasn't sure what else to do.

According to Fate, the reason Jason never got a name was because his love was too far from him, in another universe where he didn't exist, and he lived in one where she didn't. But the "bond" as he called it, was to strong for her to feeling anything without him, so when you died you were transferred to a universe you would be happy in.

One you'd never feel that emptiness ever again.

By the time Fate finished his ramble, Jason was blushing, like he was entirely red, your face wasn't much different.

Dick cleared his throat, signaling to the others that it was time to clear out and give you both a chance to talk.

He walked over to you and looked down, motioning to the space beside you. "You mind?"

"Hm? oh no, yeah sure"

"Soooo, where should we start?"

Oh this was going to be interesting

© ᴜɴᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ-ᴊᴀʏᴛᴏᴅᴅ-ᴡɪꜰᴇ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ

[callmearcturus]

Okay here are the Mission Impossible grades now that I've seen them all

Mission Impossible 1: A-Tier

STILL LODGED IN MY FUCKING BRAIN. I did not go into this one expecting it to be that good. I only shouted at DePalma once I think and mostly I was staring in fascinated horror at the sexually-charged manipulative thriller unfolding. I am obsessed with the dynamic between Ethan, Phelps, and Claire, there is some SHIT going on there, the queer reading of this movie is off the charts. Would rewatch any day.

Mission Impossible 2 Silent Movie Recut: C-Tier

This is a bad fucking movie but Punct and I were screaming for 90% of the film, it was so fucking fun and stupid. Granted, I don't think we would have survived if we weren't watching the recut, BUT nothing will ever be funnier than Ethan doing a backflip and then mid-air changing to a down-kick. I was so shocked at the AUDACITY and the STUPIDITY I immediately rewound the scene to watch it again. Amazing. Totally batshit. Ethan why are you kicking everything you are a punchman.

Mission Impossible 3: Trash Tier

This movie was a nightmare. I feel actively bad for Cruise and Monaghan bringing their A game to a shit-tier script. This movie has MULTIPLE PROBLEMS. There were multiple sequences that were so poorly shot that I couldn't follow what the fuck was happening. The constant unnecessary cuts and the rapid tempo gave me a headache. JJA is incapable of letting a shot breathe at all, like if he doesn't cut every three to five seconds his head will explode. Also this script was ATROCIOUS. Fucking WHAT. There is no introducton to the team, making them feel completely tertiary. That line about sleeping with your sister catapulted me out of the movie like an ejection from a jet plane. The entire anti-god speech was peak 'take the keyboard away from JJA.' And WHAT was with the random bondage mask scene??? Was JJA like "sorry i have no idea how to keep the plot moving unless Ethan literally can't speak in this scene so here's the IMF-issued Unsexy Bondage Mask."

Also this Jack Bauerification of Ethan Hunt pisses me off. Ethan Hunt should not use assault rifles, that's not who he is, JJA meet me in the pit.

Ghost Protocol: A-Tier

Stupid and delightful and finally some good fucking food. The first of the McQuarrie Trilogy. After enduring MI3 I want to kiss McQuarrie on the fucking mouth for writing this. You actually get to know the team! There is time spent establishing each of their dynamics with Ethan! Finally Ethan is doing sneaky shit instead of just shooty shit! The Burj! The comedy! This is a 2 hour episode of Leverage and I fucking love it. Thank you, zero notes.

Rogue Nation: S-Tier

Oh babygirl here we fucking go. Not only McQuarrie on script (with help from good writers) but he's in the director chair, welcome to the party, hardy. I L O V E this movie. It has supplanted GP as my comfort watch of the series. Ilsa Faust is an excellent addition to the team with a lot of edge to her and the way she drives the plot thrills me chills me and fulfills me. And while she's kind of the love interest that is not even remotely the plot of the story, the story is crunchy with Solomon Lane serving such fuckin good vibes. He has actual motivation beyond "hello i am the baddie" he has thoughts and motivations and he also is STAGGERINGLY PETTY. Also I cannot tell what's my favorite bit of this one, the part where Ethan is fucking OUT OF IT after he gets resuscitated or when Ethan goes off the deep end.

This movie really said "Benji Dunn is 90% of Ethan's impulse control" and it was RIGHT! Thank you McQuarrie, I love you.

Fallout: S-Tier

I'm fucking unhinged about this movie. The batshit motorcycle chase in Paris, the HALO jump, the helicopter hijacking. Ethan's continued moral decay as his ethical compass begins to realign, and the way it fucks him over. Solomon fucking Lane back to haunt the shit out of everyone. That FUCKING bathroom brawl jesus fuck. Everyone is on their goddamn A game, they are giving everything. Watching the final act is like a prolonged heart attack. Also the cinematography and lighting is jawdroppingly gorgeous. Also Julia is AMAZING. HER SCENE WITH LUTHER MAKES ME EMOTIONAL.

Not only do I have no notes, I want McQuarrie to give me notes. Goddamn. Ethan Hunt is babygirl and his tired eyes give me feelings.

There it is, my lukewarm takes.

[dangermousie]

Lost You Forever ep 37

There are a lot of things going on in this ep but one of them is XY finding it a lot harder to let go than she thought it would be. Her immediate reaction to Jing's family mess was to cut him off and it was pure self-preservation on her part - I mean, she didn't even think to let Jing know his supposedly demure fiancee was an assassin for hire by fifth and seventh kings, which was not only a safety issue but something that may have helped him to break off the engagement before the pregnancy and maybe even after, because she really did not want to fight for him. And it was because she wants to protect her heart at all costs. But I think she is learning that being passive and waiting to be pursued and detaching when there is trouble didn't actually result in self-preservation. She is still hurt and she still hasn't gotten over him (so perhaps fighting would have been worth it, because not fighting led not to indifference but to pain.) And Jing really does look like a ghost and then he sees her and he's in pain if at least marginally more alive but he's just so beaten down.

One thing hasn't changed - he still is on it like a hawk at the first sign of her in trouble.

I do love how often he's depicted as a supplicant - on his knees in front of her.

When she comes to and withdraws her hand and you can see him trying his damnedest not to cling and failing...

If you want to switch up the flavors of misery have CX, and my heart breaks for him here utterly, as he's marrying a woman he does not love or even know, to solidify his position and to protect XY. It is not any different than when he was pretending to be a playboy chasing those random women and hating it so much - I remember his telling XY he hated their smell and here he is, with another woman and this time forever.

His face in that last cap- I just want to cry. Did I mention that CX is my favorite male character now? He is digging his own grave as determinedly and as knowingly as XL and ouch ouch ouch ouch. By following her insane "romantic love above all" credo, his mother (who literally committed suicide to be with her dead husband instead of raising her freaking small child who was surrounded by sharks!) made sure her son will never even have a chance at love.

The bit with Jing watching XY with XL and this time all he can do is watch in silent despair because he has no right? Ouch ouch ouch.

When he walks into the feast room, he really looks like he can barely lift his feet and it's a miracle he does not trip over the threshold and collapse.

(Oh, the bitter irony since this is applicable to both CX and Jing.)

The chemistry between them is insane and I was rooting for them to kiss (sorry Jing, I still root for you!) but of course he won't let it. XL is determined to march on to his death for his cause and is shutting down any hope/part of him that wants to instead seek love and the future - by lashing out or avoidance or just shutting things down. It's pretty horrifying tbh. They are all so traumatized.

If even Rich Jesus is rolling his eyes at you, you know you fucked up. (I am so sad she didn't live to see the fallout!)

I "love" granny being sooo excited to see the spawn of satan, completely not caring that her supposed beloved grandson (who she drugged into this!) looks like the walking dead.

The fact that he still mourns for the old monster when she keels over - I could never but then this is the gentleness that XY fell for and that had the patience to woo her. Everything has plusses and minuses.

PS I loved this bit so much. She can't let go, can she? The empress of denial and moving on is incapable. How can anyone argue after stuff like this that she doesn't love him?

[filmtv2022]

By Your Side: Chapter Five (18+ Minor DNI) 

Image Credit - IMDB The Void

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Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Reader & platonic!Perry x Reader 

Chapter Summary: Rhett and Perry’s worlds crumble further as their night at The Pit Bar brings them face to face with an obstacle they never could have imagined. Perry and Y/N have a conversation about what happened the night before with Amy, and while Perry’s heart might be in the right place he only digs a deeper hole for himself. Rhett and Y/N finally have a conversation about her time away from Wabang, and the living hell she experienced. 

Summary: Returning to Wabang was never something that Y/N had planned on, but with the loss of her father leaving her the sole owner of her family’s farm she must go back. Time spent at home forces Y/N to face the people she left behind. Will Y/N be able to navigate the murky waters of her past and present as the lines between them blur? 

Warnings: Discussion & some description of abuse & Domestic violence + Language + fighting/violence + blood + alcohol consumption

A/N: Please do NOT read if you are uncomfortable with any of the warnings. I am not going to go into super graphic detail, but the darker aspects of this story are starting to unfold and I don’t want anyone unknowingly reading something that will trigger them. 

Rhett’s breathing hitched as you held him closer, your hand rubbing gently over the stubble on his cheek. Having you this close was cracking the barriers he’d worked so hard to build between himself and his memories of you. The feeling of you too intoxicating of a temptation to ignore. Rhett’s face dipped closer to yours, noses brushing as your bodies remember the sensation of this intimacy. With questioning hesitation, your lips ghosted over each other’s in a light caress, never fully meeting, the thoughts pounding through your heads kept you both from tumbling over the edge.

A low buzz vibrated from Rhett’s pocket, his phone breaking the moment. The sound propelled you away from him; returning to the other side of the truck, your fingers found the handle and pried it open. Slipping from your seat, you turned around to see Rhett ignoring the phone call and firing off a text instead. 

Incapable of dealing with the aftermath of the night’s events, you shut the truck door and raced toward the house. Your hands shook as you tried to put the keys in the lock, fumbling several times before you successfully opened the door and made your way inside. The anxiety that had been your constant companion came flooding back in waves. He deserved to know the truth, but the thought of baring it all filled you with dread so deep you could feel yourself drowning in its wake. Forcing yourself to move, you locked the door behind you. The snick of the bolt sliding into place was lost in the grumble of Rhett’s engine stirring to life as he pulled out of the driveway. Collapsing to the floor, the weight of your body simply too much to hold, the keys in your hand fell to the floor beside your crumpled body. Tears flowed silently as you let your emotions overwhelm you yet again.

Rhett’s hand gripped tight around the steering wheel, as he battled his mind and body. He wanted you, he wanted you just as deeply as he did the day you left despite the pain and heartache. The hurt you caused him all those years ago seemed distant and hazy when you were in his arms, but in the back of his mind, there was always that little voice telling him to be cautious. Pressing harder on the gas, he sped away, hoping that the distance would make it easier to avoid falling back into the past. 

……….

The jukebox played loud over the top of the rowdy patrons of the Pit Bar allowing Rhett and Perry to go mostly unnoticed as they tipped back shots of tequila, the liquid burning like fire in their throats. Swallowing abruptly, the astringent flame of the alcohol left Rhett feeling unencumbered, his true thoughts flowing faster than the hooch. 

“What if… what if I just wasted all these years chasing this? You know you had a wife and kid by my age.” 

“It’s a slump. You’ll ride better at the next one. Take some risks and don’t regret ‘em. An’ I’m not just talking about bull riding, that’s all I got to say.”

Choosing to ignore the comment, Rhett reached for his last shot glass. Perry mirrored his brother's actions and plucked the small vessel from the sticky tabletop. The last pair of shots were thrown back with abandon, the glasses clinking lightly before the men brought them to their lips. The hollow thud of their fists on the table marked the end of their current around. No sooner had they finished than a gaggle of local girls strolled by the table, giving Rhett a wistful look. His reputation preceded him, but tonight he was anything but interested. Perry watched as his brother averted his eyes away from the attention hoping that if he ignored the ladies they would get the hint and leave him alone. 

“So, when you gonna get off your ass and talk to Y/N? You two have been skating around each other for days now.” Perry’s question caught Rhett off guard as Y/N was the last person he expected him to bring up tonight considering what happened back at the house just a few hours earlier. 

“What is there to talk about Per? She left… she left and the only reason she’s back is ‘cause her dad died. She’ll be out of here as soon as the dust settles. Besides, she’s…” 

“She’s what, Rhett?”

“She’s hidin’ something. I can see it in her eyes. And the other night… I don’t know what the hell happened, but she lost it. I’ve never seen her that way before…” 

“She’s scared Rhett, to the bone.” 

“What did she tell you?” 

“Nothin’. But I see it too, whatever it is… she’s terrified to talk about it.” 

The condensation on Rhett’s beer bottle coated his fingers as he reached for the drink and took a deep swig. The beer sat heavy in his stomach as it mixed with the tequila and his emotions. His filter fell more as the alcohol seeped into his bloodstream. 

“Doesn’t matter, her shit’s not our problem.”  His response was reflexive, hollow because, in reality, Rhett’s entire being screamed at him to go to you, to coax the truth from you. He was desperate to hold you close, to feel your skin on his, and to do what scared him the most… ask the questions that had been eating away at him, but he knew he shouldn’t.

“Maybe not, but I just thought havin’ her back, that maybe you-”

“What? That we’d get back together?”

“Rhett, you’ve been in love with that girl since you were ten years old.”

“What’s your point, Perry?”

“My point is that you’ve got a second chance, don’t waste it. I’d give anything to have another chance with Rebecca, to do better.” 

Rhett and Perry fell silent, losing themselves in the maze of their own thoughts, the bar still spinning like a top around them. The tinkle of the bell above the door was just barely audible over the din as a group of people came sauntering into the room, the shadows from their hats hiding their faces from view. Taking another slug of beer, Rhett eyed them up as they moved to the back of the bar towards the pool table, his stomach rolling as he recognized the three men. It was the Tillerson boys, each with a girl hanging from their belt loops. Gesturing with his head, Rhett called Perry’s attention to the unwanted additions to their night. The best they could hope for was that Luke, Billy, and Trevor were so far gone they wouldn’t care or notice that Rhett and Perry were around, or at least that they would be on their best behavior in an effort to bag their particular townie. 

Choosing to ignore their presence, at least for now, Perry dumped back the last of his beer. Hoisting himself from the torn pleather of the booth seat, Perry motioned for his brother to join him at the bar. The change of location put some extra distance between the two families and gave him a chance to order another drink. 

With fresh beers in hand, the two let time pass them by, enjoying the opportunity to let loose, to be out of their father’s watchful eye. But slowly, the conversation shifted back to the one person who seemed to be driving the wedge deeper for their family, Royal.

“Well, that’s-that’s what I’m saying, We can’t compete with those commercial guys. All this old school stuff Dad…”

“Look, look, the family and the land are always gonna be more important to him than the money. The guy only knows one way.” 

“Yeah. Yeah. And that way is gonna cost him his whole ranch. If we’d have sold ten years ago…” 

“Oh, man… hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Just promise me somethin’, that you won’t give up on what you want. Don’t let ‘em keep you here if you wanna go. Get the hell out of dodge before you get trapped for good.”

“All right. No, I’ll tell you what.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll think about getting out if you think about movin’ on too.” 

“Movin’ on. Movin’ on from what?” 

“Perry, come on. From Rebecca.”

Perry’s face fell as Rhett’s words sunk in, burying themselves right in the middle of his chest, and twisting. 

“Shit, you know, I’m sorry. I’m drunk, that was just… that was a stupid thing for me to say.” 

Shaking his head Perry lowered his chin onto his forearms which were crossed in front of him on the bar, a line of tears slid down his cheek. 

“I think I’m at the end of my rope.”

“No, hey, hey, listen to me. You’re gonna be okay, Amy’s gonna be okay. All right?”

“But Y/N was right, I haven’t been doin’ what I should for Amy. I’ve been leaving it all for you guys to pick up.”

“I know Perry, but that’s not what matters right now, what matters is that you can try to do better. We’re all here for you Per. Trust me.” 

The wall of the room felt as if they were closing in on Perry, his chest tight with anxiety. Needing to get out of the space, he stood up from his chair, legs wobbly with booze causing him to stumble. 

“Whoa, whoa. You all right? You need to go outside? All right. You go puke, and then come inside we’ll finish our beers.”

Rhett’s hands found his brother upper arm, steadying him just enough to keep Perry from falling over. With his feet back under him, Perry turned and made his way out the back exit of the bar to get some fresh air. The rusty hinges of the door squeaked as he pushed the metal bar away from him, the cool air hitting his face in a refreshing wave. Perry had expected to be alone, but the clink of a belt buckle gave away his company. Pressed up against the building were Trevor and the blond woman who’d been hanging on him all night. Their lips crashed together in sloppy inebriated kisses as their hands roamed each other’s bodies. In any other situation, Perry would have turned around and headed back into the bar, but the night’s adventures in forgetting were catching up with him now that he was standing. Unable to think clearly, his feet drug along the gravel of the lot tripping him up as he walked. 

“Hey, are you okay?” The woman seemed genuine in her concern for Perry, but that didn’t last long. The churring in his stomach could no longer be held down. Turning to speak to the lady, Perry vomited across the pavement, the sick landing inches from Trevor’s boots.

“You fuckin’ asshole! What the fuck?!” 

“You know what, I’m just gonna go back in.” 

“What is wrong with you, you fuckin’ idiot?” Trevor shoved hard into Perry’s shoulders, the force caused him to stumble back.

“Calm down. Why don’t you head back inside and find Luke?”

“Find Luke? Fuck you man!”

Glancing out the window to check on his brother, Rhett saw what was unfolding outside in the lot. The sight focused his mind quickly. Swiftly, he flew from his seat and crossed the space to the door in a few elongated strides. The screech of the door hinges brought both Trevor's and Perry’s eyes to Rhett and he stormed out and inserted himself between the two men, his own hands coming up to push Trevor aggressively backward.

“You touch him again, I’ll put you in the fucking ground.”

“Oh, is that right? Well, if you fight the same as you ride bulls, I’m pretty sure I’ll come out on top.” 

Rhett and Trevor were nose to nose, the smell of alcohol pouring off their tongues into each other’s faces as they escalated. Having reached his breaking point, Rhett reared back before swinging his fist hard into Trevor’s face, knocking the man to the ground. Stooping down to his level, the men scuffled for a moment, a second swift punch ending the moment and sending Trevor’s belt buckle flying off of his body. 

Standing up to his full height, Rhett rolled his shoulders back as he addressed Perry, “I’ll pull the truck around.” Rhett’s blood knuckles ached as he pulled open the bar door again, leaving Perry and Trevor behind him, his mind blurry with adrenaline and alcohol. 

Back outside, Trevor struggled to his feet, not yet done with the altercation, “Son of a bitch.” His breath came in heavy pants and he continued to speak, “You know, I felt for y’all, about my dad going after your land. But now I don’t give a shit, we’ll take everything you got. Your whole world will fuckin’ disappear, pal, just like your goddamn wife. Oh, are you, are you too ashamed to admit that she found a better man? Or did she just wise up and take off to get away from your ass?“

The words had barely left Trevor’s mouth before Perry was on the move. His fist flew out faster than a bullet, colliding with the other man’s face with a sickly crunch. Losing his balance Trevor stumbled backward as he tried to reach for Perry, but he wasn’t quick enough. Perry’s hands found their way to Trevor’s shoulder spinning him around in an attempt to get a grip around his neck. Trevor slipped from him just in time to prevent the chokehold but was met with yet another punch, this time to his throat. The impact forced the air in his lungs out with a strangled choke, bending him over at the waist in shock. Lunging forward he tried to wrap his arms around Perry’s legs and take control of the situation, but his disoriented body wouldn't move the way that he wanted it to, giving Perry an opening to get him on the ground. With Trevor’s body below him, Perry wailed on the man, over, and over, and over until he went limp. Standing up, Perry looked down at Trevor, his body unmoving, his chest still while his own heaved with the effort he’d just exerted. 

Tires crunching on gravel could be heard over Perry’s breathing as Rhett pulled up behind his brother. His stomach dropped as he locked eyes with him. At that moment, Rhett knew that their lives had changed forever. 

……….

The thump of metal on wood drifted through the house in muffled cracks. Lifting your head, a rush of pressure-filled your skull as the night's tearful sleep had done little to leave you feeling refreshed. You were unsure how you’d made it to the couch as the last memory you had was slipping unconscious on the floor in the entryway. But that didn’t matter, you needed to figure out the source of the incessant noise. Easing off of the cushion you rubbed at your face, the lines left from the fabric felt bumpy under your fingertips. Satisfied that your body was awake enough to move, you hobble stiffly to the laundry room, plucking clean clothes from the hangers that still adorned the space. Not bothering to fix yourself further, you made your way to the kitchen to look through the window. Outside near the fence line, there were figures, working diligently, parked next to them were two large trucks and the Abbott boys…moving along like a well-oiled machine as they fixed the broken fence. 

Not quite ready to face them, you decided to make a pot of coffee. The delicious beverage not only felt necessary for you but would also be a perfect peace offering considering the way you’d parted from them both the night before. The trickle of the coffee dripping into the pot blended with the warm scent of the beans as it brewed, wakening the senses and fortifying the heart. Reaching for the cupboard handle above the coffee pot you found three mugs and your father’s favorite thermos, the sides dinging from years of use. Gurgling, the coffee pot shoved the last few drops through the filter before going quiet. Lifting the pot from its home, pouring the hot coffee into the Thermos. With coffee in hand, and the mugs dangling from your fingers, you made your way to the entryway, slipping on your boots before heading out. The front porch boards were slick under from the dew that had collected there overnight slowing you down a touch. 

Perry and Rhett caught movement in their peripheral vision as you made your way down the stairs toward them. Neither of them stopped working as you proceeded in their direction. Their focus remained on the broken section of fencing in front of them, Rhett ripping off the old pieces while Perry fastened the new sections to the salvageable remnants. Tension rolled off of them as they worked in silence, the only noises were those made by the tools they were using.

“Hey, boys, how’s it going?”

“It's going good Y/N. Sorry if we woke you.” Perry looked gaunt, haunted even, his body shoulders hunched as he leaned against the broken fence post. 

“It’s okay, wasn’t sleeping that well anyway. I brought coffee.” You held your hands out with the peace offering. 

“Just what we needed, thanks.” You could tell by Perry’s tone that his mind was a million miles away.

“No problem. Thank you for fixing this up.” Setting the Thermos down on the ground between your feet, you shifted the mugs in your hands, finally giving in and setting yours down on the ground next to the coffee. Pouring the burning liquid into the cups, you handed one to each of the men before getting your own. The three of your stood quietly sipping the living giving caffeine for a couple of minutes, taking in the crisp morning air.

“Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” Perry looked at you with sad eyes, unsure of what to expect as a response. 

“Sure Per., why don’t you help me take this all back inside?” You gestured to the mugs and Thermos with your free hand.

“Sure.” 

Rhett caught your eyes as you glanced in his direction,  giving you a silent warning. His own face was drawn and tired. Whatever had happened after he’d left last night had surely left its mark on the brothers. You knew it could simply be too much alcohol, but something in Rhett’s eyes as he watched Perry collect up the mugs made you worried. He was looking at his brother as if he expected him to break at any moment. 

….

Back inside, the hot water ran in a  steaming stream from the tap as you hand-washed the dishes. Perry’s tall frame moved into the space beside you, taking the mugs from you to dry them as you finished. The two of you worked without conversation until you handed him the last piece which was the Thermos. Your mind flashed to the last time you’d seen your dad use it. You’d filled it with fresh coffee for him one morning before school, he was just getting ready to head into town for the dad and run some errands. Taking a glance around the room to ensure you’d gone, he reached for the small bottle of whiskey he’d concealed in his pocket, unscrewing the cap and dumping the entire thing into the coffee. You would have missed his action had it not been for forgetting your homework on the kitchen table. Turning back into the room to grab the folder, you paused at the edge of the space, peering around the corner and doing your best to stay out of sight until he finished discarding the bottle. 

Turning to Perry, the edge of the counter biting into the side of your hip as you looked him up and down, “So… what did you want to talk about Per.?” 

His body stiffened as he ran the towel along the side of the Thermos, using the action to give himself a few more seconds to gather his courage. 

“Y/N, I owe you an apology… for the way I acted last night, with Amy. It’s not an excuse, but when I heard Joy sayin’ that they’re gonna stop looking for Rebecca… everything just… I couldn’t handle it.” 

You gently took the Thermos from his, setting it on the counter next to you. Perry turned to look at you, his features going soft as he saw the look on your own. He’d been so afraid of your reaction, terrified that you’d still be angry, he’d of understood if you were. But when he searched your face all he found was empathy. 

“Perry, I know how much you love Rebecca and Amy. And I know better than pretty much anyone what it means to lose someone you care about, and realize there is not a goddamn thing you can do to bring them back. And I also know the last thing you want to do is put Amy through the same shit my dad put me through. But that’s what you’re doing when you shut down like that, you’re leaving Amy alone during a time when she needs you most. She reads you like a book Per. She knows when somethings eatin’ away at your mind, and even though she might not know what’s wrong, it starts to chip away at her too.”

“I know Y/N. But what do I do?”

“There’s no way to fix it all, but you hold her tight Perry… and you show her that you’re not going anywhere. You need her just as much as she needs you. And when it all feels like too much, your family is gonna be there to pick up the pieces, all you gotta do is ask. Okay?” 

Perry’s strong arms wrapped around you, squeezing you in a bone-crushing hug as his sobs wracked his body. The two of you stayed like this for several minutes. You’d known Perry since you were a baby, and while you could imagine the guilt he felt about Amy and Rebecca was strong, this reaction seemed like it was the release of so much more. 

With a few deep, shaking breaths, Perry detached himself from you, shifting his weight back on his heels.

“Why don’t we go check on Rhett? Hmm? I’m sure he’s wondering, what the hell is taking so long.” You encouraged him as he wiped his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Sure, but Y/N, one more thing.” his hands came down, holding you by the back of the elbows, his tone deadly serious as he continued, “Promise me… that if anything ever happens to me, you’ll take care of Amy.”

“What are you talkin’ about Perry?” 

“I’m saying that I want you to look after Amy if I can’t.”

“Perry, what the hell is goin’ on? Why are you asking me this?” 

“I just need to know that Amy’ll have somebody who loves her around even if I’m not.”

“You’re scaring me. An’ why me? What about your parents? Rhett?” 

“It’s gotta be you Y/N.”

Shaking his grip off you took yourself out of his space, your volume rising, “It can’t be me, Perry, it can’t. You’ve got no fuckin’ clue what’s hiding out there for me.” 

“You’re right I don’t. But I know you’ll do everything you can to keep her safe and happy. She loves you Y/N.”

“But what if I can’t keep her safe? What if he hurts-” You caught yourself before the rest of your thought tumbled out, the words freezing in your throat, choking you into silence. You already said more than you’d ever intended. The shake of your voice was audible as you continued, “I can’t help you like that Perry.” 

A creak of the floorboards behind you sent you whipping around. It was Rhett, standing just inside the kitchen. You weren’t sure how much of the exchange he’d heard, but if the look on his face was any indicator, he’d heard enough.

“Everythin' okay?” 

“It’s nothin’ Rhett, Perry was just getting ready to leave, right?”

“Yeah.” 

Taking the hint, Perry exited the room as quickly as he could, brushing past both you and Rhett without any further conversation. The catch of his truck engine could be heard as he pulled away. 

With Perry out of the room, your breathing returned to normal. Needing to sit, you pulled out one of the hard wooden chairs at the table being sure to avoid eye contact with Rhett as you did so. Resting your elbows on the tabletop, your fingers massaged circles into your temples, hoping that your body language would be enough to get Rhett to leave without needing to ask, but it wasn’t. Heavy boots sounded across the space, battling with the scraping of wooden legs on the floor as Rhett pulled the seat out for himself. You could hear him let go of a deep breath before speaking. 

“So, are we gonna talk about what happened the other night? I know it’s none of my business, but what the hell is goin’ on with you Y/N?” There was no animosity in his voice, just concern. 

“You’re right, it is none of your fuckin’ business, Rhett. But I mean, I could ask you the same thing. I saw that look in your eyes, and in Perry’s. I don’t know what the hell happened… but something did. And it’s set the pair of you on edge.” Defensiveness cut the edges in your words as you laid into Rhett. 

“That’s got nothin’ to do with you.” Instantly his mood flipped, Rhett’s own defensiveness poured out with every word. 

Gesturing towards him with your open hand, “But see it does, Rhett. I mean Perry just asked me to look after Amy if somethin’ happened to him. So I’d say it very much involves me.” 

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about-”

“You’re right, I don’t. So tell me, Rhett. Tell me what the fuck is going on with you and your brother.” 

“Why should I? You’re clearly keeping secrets, you had a fuckin’ breakdown in the middle of my living room the other night and just brushed it off in the morning as if nothin’ happened. And today, I heard what you said, ‘What if he hurts’, who Y/N? Who are you talkin’ about?”

“Fuck you, Rhett Abbott. That is really none of your goddamn business.” 

Abruptly, you stood up and moved to leave the room. Storming out, you’d just cleared Rhett when you felt his hand reach out and grab for your arm, pulling you back to face him. Anger burned in your eyes, as you looked up at him.

“Y/N, look at me! Hey, hey!” Stooping down Rhett moved his face into your vision path, “Look at me Y/N. Please, just tell me what’s going on? Please?” 

Shaking your head no, your eyes dropped to the floor, avoiding his intense stare, “I can’t do that Rhett.”

“Why not Y/N?”

“Because…you already hate me… and I can’t stand the thought of giving you more of a reason.” Your statement was true, but there was more to your reasoning than you cared to divulge. The other piece was pity, you knew that if you told him the full truth he’d get that look in his eyes, the one you saw in officers' faces as they took your statement that day in the hospital room. And the thought of seeing that reflected in his beautiful blue eyes was something you simply didn’t want to experience.

Your answer caught him off guard. Rhett’s hands that had been on your shoulders, slid up to cup the sides of your face, his fingers holding lightly to the sides of your neck and his thumbs swept gently along your cheek. 

“I don’t hate you, I could never hate you. If fact, I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. Let me help you Y/N, you don’t have to face whatever this is alone.” 

“But I hurt you Rhett, an’ I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You telling me what’s wrong isn’t gonna hurt me Y/N, but watching you trying to do this all by yourself is killing me.” 

“I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“It’s okay. Just start talkin’, I’ll listen for as long as you need. All right?”

You weren’t sure what changed your mind, maybe it was the sincerity of his words or the desperate need to get the boulder that had been sitting on your chest for months off, but you nodded your head yes, not yet trusting your voice to speak again. Leaning forward Rhett pressed his lips to your forehead before grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch in the living room. He settled into the spot right next to the armrest, pulling you down next to him as he sat. Tucking your feet up behind your thighs, you settled into his side, one of Rhett’s arms encircled your shoulders as the other held your hand, fingers interlaced with yours. 

“His name is James. We met riding for Central my first year, he was, I don’t know… a distraction from everything goin’ at home. I thought going away for school would make things better, but I was so fuckin’ lonely, and every time I thought about coming back… I didn’t even know where I would go. I couldn’t go back to my dad, and after the way, I left you… I just. So I turned to the one person who didn’t seem to care that I was carrying around so much emotional shit with me. And it was okay for a while, I guess, but looking back I can see the signs. Things changed though when he got hurt.”

Rhett swallowed hard as he processed the words coming out of your mouth. 

“He was riding this nasty bull, and when it threw him a disc slipped in his back. At first, the doctors weren’t sure if he’d walk again, the pinched nerves along his spine were so inflamed from the injury that he’d lost most of the feeling in his legs. It was like a switch flipped in him. He was drinking the days away, eatin’ those painkillers one after another. He was bad sober, but every time he got high it was unreal.”

You paused your story, the next bit felt too heavy to admit. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. You can keep going if want or we can stop.” 

“No, I just need a minute.”

“Take as long as you need.” 

Inhaling deeply, you let your heart rate even out before continuing. 

“He stopped letting me go out, and if I did, I couldn’t go without him. The only exception was for class, and even then… there were rules. He was by my side every second of every day. Every text, every phone call it all went through him or didn’t happen. He wanted me to be there for him, to take care of him. But no matter what I did it wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t right. And when… when I did somethin’ he didn’t like…” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak the words, but you didn’t have to, Rhett knew what you meant. Rage flared hot across his skin as he listened to you speak. The thought of someone laying their hands on you burned him deep in his core.

“I tried to leave so many times, but there was always somethin’ that kept me from goin’. An’ I know that doesn’t make sense, I know. I mean, how could I let him treat me like that and keep going back? Trust me, I hear how that sounds, and I hate myself every day for letting him keep his hold on me.” 

“Is he still… are you still…” Rhett wasn’t sure how to finish the question, but you didn’t need him to.

“No, we aren’t together anymore. I got away a little over a year ago.”

“How?” 

This was the part you’d been dreading the most. The events of that day were burned into your memory in hazy patches. So much of what happened you only remember through what others have told you about later.

“He uhh… well, one day I left in the morning for classes. It was a Friday, and I had a full day of lectures and practice after. I didn’t know it when I left, but he’d taken my phone out of my bag before classes that day. I realized it wasn’t with me when I got to my first lecture, but it was too late to turn around and get it right then, so I decided to come back home during my break to grab it, he always wanted to be able to communicate with me if I was out for class. I knew something was wrong when I opened the door to the apartment. He was sitting there on the couch, my phone in his hand… scrolling.”

You took another long pause as you searched for the memory, but this part of the day was the most blurry in your mind. Your words transported you back to that moment as you tried to piece it all together for Rhett.

“Who the hell is Kyle?”

You could smell the alcohol rolling off of him from across the room. Keeping your distance, you responded to James as calmly as possible, “He’s my lab partner for biology.”

“So, why the fuck is he textin’ you about getting together tonight?”

“We are working on a lab report. But-”

“But nothin’. You foolin’ around behind my back?” 

He’d stood from the couch, swaying on his feet slightly as stalked toward you, his fingers sinking into your biceps with bruising force. 

“Answer me!” 

You never had the chance to respond, as he shoved your body away from him, causing you to stumble. The feeling of glass shards piercing your skin was the next sensation you remember, as your body crashed against the coffee table that sat behind you in the living room. The trickle of blood flowing from your body was hot as it pooled beneath your body. Your eyes were closed, but you could feel him bending low, the stench of alcohol flooded your nose as he spoke.

“Disrespect me again, and you’ll regret it.” 

The crunch of glass under his shoes could be heard as he walked away, the door slamming as he left the apartment. Opening your eyes, you found your phone laying next to you on the floor. Reaching out your fingers wrapped around it, and pulled it close. You wanted to call for help, but you knew you needed to wait. And so you did until you were sure he wasn’t coming back. Satisfied that James was knee-deep in a bottle of vodka, you dialed 911 before letting yourself slip into unconsciousness. The next clear memory you had was from the hospital room that night. The officers assigned to you sat diligently taking your statement as you rested in the hospital bed. Their eyes filled with pity for you as they listened to your story. 

Rhett spoke again, his voice shaky with emotion, “So, he’s in prison, right?”

“No, he’s not. By the time they sent officers to find him, he’d fled. He’s been lost in the wind ever since that night. There’s a restraining order, and a team of people lookin’ for him, but he’s still out there.”

Rhett sat quietly for a few minutes as he processed everything you’d said, his grip on your hand was gentle, not wanting to hurt you in any way. 

“Y/N, I… please look at me.” You turned your face to look at Rhett, expecting to find pity in his eyes, but you didn’t, instead, you found resolve. 

“I’m so sorry, you shouldn't have had to experience all that. But I need you to believe me when I say this… I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, and I promise I’ll be by your side for as long as you’ll let me.”

“I believe you.” Your head nestled into the crook of Rhett’s shoulder as he pulled you closer. The pair of you let the emotions roll over you in waves, tears flowing freely. 

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the ask game.... 18 and Beat

hi. this one came out longer than i expected. i might be incapable of writing something less that 500 words

ask game (i decided to do it with writing). Song: About Damn Time by Lizzo

After it was all over, just after Shoka was found and everyone had settled into something almost normal, Beat started to feel restless. 

They all settled into this routine. Rindo, Fret, and Nagi all went back to their schooling. Shiki always had her job, but she made time. He and Neku hung out often. Shoka had a place to stay and hung out with Rindo and Fret. Rhyme liked to swing by his apartment randomly. They all kept up with each other through their group chat. Everyone was doing their best to make everything feel normal. 

So why the hell couldn’t he? 

Beat couldn’t fully relax, no matter how hard he tried. Not like it showed, he liked the hangouts and the chance to talk to his friends when they weren’t under the threat of the Reaper’s Game. Nagi and Fret kept trying to talk to him about that confusing game, Rindo showed a surprising interest in learning how to skateboard, it was all good. 

So why was it that sometimes it didn’t feel good? He was still tense when he should’ve been going back to normal—whatever that was.

Beat hadn’t really had a normal in three years. Spending every waking hour chasing after a ghost wasn’t really the most average thing for someone to do. Even now, when he got on his board, he’d find himself scanning and searching for someone he knew was in his reach. 

He talked with Neku about it, though it was a struggle to even begin putting the feeling into words. Neku wasn’t the most talkative about his own feelings, but he was a great listener. 

“It’s not that everyone’s trying to get back to normal,” Neku had told him after Beat had asked what he thought. “We’re just… Doing stuff that helps us feel alright. Sometimes that’s doing stuff that’s familiar. Sometimes that’s me talking to you, or you talking to me. You get it?”

He got it. Neku always could explain shit like that so easily, it was just one of the things he was good at. Still, that didn’t really give Beat the reason he felt so tense. 

The person who really got it was, surprisingly enough, Rindo. 

Rindo actually talked to him about it. It was when Beat met up with him like they always did when Rindo wanted to learn how to skateboard. 

“Do you ever feel like the rug’s about to be pulled out from under you?” Rindo had asked, sitting at the edge of the skate pool. 

“Like a board?” Beat hadn’t understood at first. “Everybody falls off the board, don’t worry ‘bout it. Y’just gotta get your balance down first, so even if you totally wipe out, you can land okay.”

Rindo sighed. “Not what I’m talking about.” He sat there for another moment. “But… thanks, actually.”

Beat realized what he meant long after that particular conversation had moved on. Duh, it felt obvious after the fact. Rindo was feeling that tension, like he had to keep a close eye on stuff or it’d be snatched up. 

But Rindo wasn’t alone in that feeling, the others probably felt it too, now that he thought about it. That’s why everyone was doing so much to make things feel alright, wasn’t it? Maybe they should do that too.  

“Yo, there was this one time,” Beat started, watching Rindo slowly ride on the flat concrete and try to turn around. “I fell off my board in the middle of Center Street. Just ate shit so hard on the ground.”

“Must’ve sucked,” Rindo commented. 

“Yeah, got a huge scrape on my leg. I couldn’t ride for a bit and it hurt like hell, man.” He scratched his head. 

Rindo slowed to a hesitant stop on the board, turning to look at Beat quietly. 

“So it got me super down. But I still had to go home and clean up and all that, y’know? To let it heal. Rhyme wouldn’t let me go out on my board ‘till it was better…” Beat wasn’t sure how to make his point, and honestly it was getting a little confusing at that point. “Anyway, the point of the matador or whatever is, right now you’re still grounded by Rhyme ‘till you feel good enough to ride again. Worry about falling off the board when you get back on it, not now. Okay man?”

Rindo looked at him, then nodded, taking the words to heart. “Alright. Thanks, Beat.”

Beat knew he should take his own advice, there was no reason not to. That tension in his chest that he was feeling? It was definitely less than what he’d started with just after the Game. It was slowly unraveling, but it wasn’t like he’d ever claimed to be patient. 

Still after that talk with Rindo, things felt like they were looking up. He could enjoy not understanding a single word from Nagi, or sending Shoka stupid memes a lot more than he could before. 

Everyone was still getting better after that fall. Beat was too, he had been since Neku was killed again. Still, it was about damn time he aimed to get back on the board.

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Getting tied up

Day 18 of Spicytober featuring Shouta Aizawa x reader

(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spice, or brew of coffee, move on.)

Wc: 694

Tw: Bondage, foreplay, roleplay.

Y/V/N= your villain name.

You were panting, running through the city as you were being chased by a pro hero. You had seen the hero perched on the edge of a fire escape before you began to run. You had glanced back and saw him running after you on the rooftops of the buildings in the crowded part of the city. You had ducked and dodged throughout the streets and alleyways of the city, hoping to lose the hero in your tracks. You looked back and cursed when he was still there. You didn’t notice where you were and you made a wrong turn into an alleyway that was a dead end. You cursed and turned back to see the hero blocking your way out. You looked around to assess your options. You could try to run past him but he could catch you easily. You could also try to climb the fire escape of the building to your right, but he could follow and pull you down with his long capture weapon that laid around his neck and shoulders. You could also try to scale the wall but that was a bad idea with the rain pouring down from the sky. “Well, well, if it isn’t Y/v/n. I see I have you in a trap now. No where to go. Just give up and make this easy on me.” He spoke as he activated his quirk and his scarf began to float all around him, making you incapable of you using your quirk.

He began to walk towards you, making you back up until you were pressed up against the wall. The Hero pinned you against the wall and kissed you. “Glad I got you now, Kitty. Shall I tie you up and take you home and interrogate you on my own?” He asked and ghosted over your neck. You gasped and shut your eyes for a moment, letting him tie your wrists together. You looked down at your hands and frowned at him. “Let me go, Hero.” You told him and tugged at your bonds. He pulled them tighter and growled. “Nice try, you’re mine now.” He spoke as he knelt and tied up your ankles before he slung you over his shoulder, releasing his quirk and carrying you out of the alleyway. There were some civilians standing around looking at him. “There’s nothing to see here. Go about your evening.” He told them. They went about their ways and he headed home. You kept tugging at your bonds, wanting to get free but it was a wasted effort. “Stop struggling. You won’t have energy for the interrogation.” He told you and you stopped struggling. “You did give me quite a chase, kitty.” He spoke and unlocked the door to your apartment and walked inside. He went to your bedroom and tossed you onto the bed. “Now, the interrogation will begin.” He spoke and tugged on his capture weapon and pulled you up and into a kiss. You moaned and became putty in his hands. He slid his hands up your shirt and undid your bra clasp while kissing you passionately and cupping your chest. You gasped and he helped you lay down on the bed. He pulled your pants down and bit on your neck. You cried out as he undid his pants and slid into you. “You’re mine, Y/v/n. If you don’t agree by now, I’ll just make you mine.” He spoke and began to thrust into you. Your mind was hazy as you were being slammed into by your pro-hero boyfriend. He grunted and groaned as he fucked you, soon filling your womb with his seed and pulling out. You whimpered as he pulled out and kissed you gently. “You were such a bad girl. Glad I could teach you a lesson~.” He told you before pulling you close into a cuddle session. The end.

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Unnamed Daryl POV Snippet

They had agreed to work together after the fiasco during Rock’s test of courage on the mountain. Daryl couldn’t help but grumble as he cleared a seat. The farmer had been nothing but presumptuous until now. She challenged him constantly about how any true scientist wouldn’t take stock of ghost stories and fairy tales correlated with strange readings in the valley. How was she always in the middle of spikes? No doubt Pony thought she had been successful in steering him away.

“Foolish farmer,” Daryl muttered. He had known something was off with this farmer for months. Daryl wouldn’t care anything about Pony if it wasn’t for her mystical entrance into a tree in the woods back in Spring. She had enthusiastically had a conversation with something he couldn’t see within the layers of bark. The bits he could catch through the tree’s small cavities confirmed there was more to the myths Pony publicly dismissed. They had a basis in reality. Their population most likely diminished from humans and industry (however limited such advancements were in Forget-Me-Not Valley) but warranted some concern. 

“Aww, you erased your little picture of Flora?” the sound of Pony’s voice suddenly in the lab caused Daryl to jolt forward. He whirled around to focus on the woman. He had just changed the codes yet again; how was she getting in? She infuriated him, Daryl decided as his heart pounded when Pony smirked,” It was so cute. You should have left it.” 

“Sit here,” Daryl roughly pointed to the empty stool. “You mentioned briefly your predisposition to seeing these creatures is genetic. From the few records I read, your father lived here unbothered for years without any paranormal events. I’m presuming your particular abilities are from your mother’s lineage. Have you always resided in the city?” 

“Are you going to draw a cute little doodle of me in there too?” she asked, leaning towards him to glance at the journal he used to take precise notes. Daryl snapped the book closed. Perhaps she came from a family of imps. 

“No, we moved around a lot. Just my mom and me, though we’ve met others like us. She kept an address in the city so Dad wouldn’t worry, but we were hardly ever there. The things living in the city tend to congregate and are more of a nightmare than just moving around.” 

“Would you mind if I check a few things?” 

“You’re going to dissect me, aren’t you?” Pony feigned shock, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.

“If you’re incapable of taking this seriously-” 

“No, sorry! I was told experiments followed by dissection would be my life if someone found out. It just helps to joke about it,” Pony mumbled. “What do you want to check?”

“Primarily an eye exam. It would be the least invasive and rule out any physical abnormalities that alter your vision from what others see.” 

“Oh, yeah. That’s fine.” 

She agreed, so why was Pony not cooperating? Each time Daryl tried to view her eyes with the ophthalmoscope, she turned her head. It didn’t seem intentional on her part, but his patience was beginning to run thin. Daryl leaned back, waiting for Pony to shift to face him. His hand shot forward. Daryl’s thumb and fingers pressed firmly enough into the corners of her jaw to immobilize her from turning again. The shock provided an added benefit of her eyes opening wider from the action. He was dimly aware of Pony swallowing against his hand. Daryl pushed the sensation to the back of his mind to focus instead on his examination.

Nothing. Daryl wasn’t an expert with a medical degree, but there wasn’t anything outside the typical eye’s anatomy. He doubted Dr. Baddoch would obtain different results. Daryl was intrigued by the hint of another color lurking beneath her green eyes. He paused a moment longer intently staring into her eyes. Daryl couldn’t deduce if it was a hint of blue or grey before his hand fell away, and he sat upright. Daryl saw a faint blush spread across Pony. The realization chased his next question from his mind.

“W-well, I’ve got to go. Something just came up at the farm that needs my attention,” Pony recovered first. She hastened to her feet and towards the door. “Just, uh, let me know the results later. Okay, bye!” 

Daryl blinked in shock as the door clipped shut behind her. What just happened? He quickly recovered, scoffing at the flustered farmer. She obviously didn’t know how to behave in a professional examination. It was apparent to him from her inability to sit still and the pathetic excuse. Pony would have no method of knowing something was wrong with her farm from his lab. He’d be embarrassed by such behavior too. 

He wiped his sweaty palms on his frayed pants, dismissing how warm they suddenly felt. It was excitement from finally beginning work on unraveling the farmer’s mystery. It had nothing whatsoever to do with her flushed face.

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give the sonaverse. YOUR sonaverse dont think about your wife /j

HELLO? Uhm. Someone quick, play the spongebob intro- /j

This post is going to be. kind of long just due to the amount of sonas (drawings included) so if there's someone specific in the sonaverse you want to know more about, please do ask about them!! this is going to be just... bare bones information and some shitpost ideas.

Heads up, this list contains only the most developed sonas! So, some sonas won't be on here, like the Ghost Sona, or Miss Florist.

Lee Morrison and Chase Beckley // The Uncanny Valley

So, Lee and Chase, right? Right. These two are my main sona, replacing the old Ghost sona about... I don't know, a year and half ago? They're part of the Sweet Dreams sona team (Lee, Cro, Trainwail, and Verity) but they are officially known as the Uncanny Valley Duo, since prior to their lore in Sweet Dreams/Mistrick, Lee lived a majority of her life in the Uncanny Valley.

Lee's pronouns are she/her, while Chase's pronouns are they/them and masculine presenting. They are 16 and 29 respectively.

The lore of Lee and Chase can get kind of messy as all of the OCs in this list, so if you want to hear a more detailed version of it, you'll have to ask for it specifically. But, a TLDR of Lee's Uncanny Valley lore is: Mother ships off Lee with a ton of money to find her an apartment to live in due to the accident (tm), Lee goes house shopping, it goes TERRRRRIBLY wrong, trauma, Lee finds a non lethal two bedroom apartment and moves in with a roommate, creepy guy with a crush on her manifest, kidnapped, Lee escapes, gets a job at a gas station, that goes terribly wrong, lives there for god knows how long, mother calls again and ships her off to Border Springs, and then all of the Sweet Dreams lore happens. blah blah blah, timeline stuff, blah blah blah, name, place, proper pronouns /ref, Lee loses her mind,💥🎊 /ref, execution, Chase is a bad bitch you can't kill them, get Alice in Wonderland'd, idiot.

Miori Zimmerman // The Voices (tm)

The voices are either an angry little kid or a grown man who has a body count of at least 7 people, and yes they ARE siblings. In this case, however, you can insert Miori, the angry little kid who is also an orphan. oh and David is there ig.

Miori's pronouns are she/he/they. Canonically, Miori is 12 years old, and can appear as younger, but never older than 12 years old.

Miori's lore is kind of dependent on the game setting she's in to be honest... since she has a Poppy Playtime variant, a Crooked Man variant, a Resident Evil Variant, a Dead by Daylight variant... she doesn't have a solid backstory since the voices (tm) fit into whatever mold they need to. But you know what is this child consistently is among her different variants? Angry. Angry as HELL. And sassy. And casually bitter. She needs a hug and a good parental figure but she'll never admit it. Has canonically bitten a man's fingers off. And canonically is incapable of dying either. Occasionally you can hear her going "adaaaaa" in the background, clearly sounding like a lost child.

Jasmine Yvette Pines // The Shooting Star

Jasmine Yvette Pines, also known as Yasmine, or just, Yabel. She's one half of the Dark Deception duo, everyone point at Tammy Rivers Houser (Tazai) and say hi. Okay back to the shadow realm you go. Yabel is from Gravity Falls, Oregon! That is her home for most of her lore before dark deception.

Yabel's pronouns are she/her but honestly, she'll respond to anything. You could refer to her as a pinecone and she'll still respond tbh. Canonically she's 18 in Dark Deception and that's the age of most depictions you'll see of her, yet her age ranges anywhere from 14 to 22.

Yabel's lore is... kind of like Lee and Chase, where it's long and messy??? But, Yabel's lore is split into four major sections, so it's a little easier to distinguish and understand. There's the Dayshift at Freddy's section, the Gravity Falls section, the Dark Deception section, and the Weirdmageddon section. I can't really give a TLDR of Yabel's lore since there's just so MUCH of it but that would require me to talk about the matching sonas for each section as well so... that's more suited for a yabel specific ask.

Samantha Mason // The Occultist

Speaking of Yabel, I think it's worth it to talk about Yabel's Danny Phantom Counterpart, our gothic queen, Samantha. Sam exists purely in Weirdmaggedon as Yabel's tether to the bubble.

Samantha uses primarily she/he pronouns. Samantha has no canonic age.

Okay coming back here to talk about Sam a bit but. I just think Sam is kind of interesting. She's a creation of Bill Cipher who exists, solely to keep intruders out of the Weirdmaggedon bubble they trapped Yabel in. Based visually on Sam from Danny Phantom, Samantha is an in-universe occultist with powers that originate from Bill Cipher. And uhm... 👉🏼👈🏼ngl guys I just. love a good gothic morally ambiguous girlie. Of course in lore, the things she does to people is. mmmmmm teehee. Get 'em, girlie!! /j

Angel Trench // The Underwater Mafia Boss

Angel!!! Angel!!!!! I love Angel so much, guys. She's doing 20 million illegal things but it's okay she's a girlboss with a mission. A questionable mission, but a mission nonetheless.

Angel's pronouns are she/her!

Angel's lore is. there's a lot going on with her but one thing that is kind of important is that Angel's older sister is Lee/Chase, mentioned above. And, her lore ties a lot into the mystery surrounding Lee gone missing, the sudden shift in personality, and the execution of her sister... these things drive Angel's life, and wanting to know just... why. Wanting to know the truth and just know what happened. Miss Eel is her bestie, they have gossip teatime, she's the mom of like 20,000 mafia children. They're all grounded.

"Rabuka" // The Casino Underboss

why does everyone keep trying to date him. He doesn't even have a canonic partner. I'm still not over Dream Pins calling him "babygirl" like bestie wuh huh /lh /t

Rabu is the one sona who uses he/him exclusively.

Lorewise, Rabu is. a chimera demon who used to be an angel before he was cast down to hell. He's got a lot of lore, both on his own and with his two different duos, that being his hell side and his casino side. and he's just a silly guy!! He's very mean, he needs a warm blanket and a coffee.... and probably a nap. And, yes, his full name is Rabuka or... "frilled shark". There's lore reasons for that butttttt. teehee.

Raon Rain // Crepe Enthusiast

RAONNNNN I love my little valentine's day silly.

Raon uses she/her pronouns. In canon she's uhh... she was in high school so I think she was around 16 or 17 years old.

Okay so Raon comes from some dreams I had... and these has dreams have two google documents. One of them is based on Valentine's Day and one of them is based on Prom Night, but the docs are kind of messy and choked full of both my ramblings and triggers, so, I don't know if I'll share them yet (thinking to herself) but if you're interested, I can rewrite it, include all needed content warnings, adjust the grammar and whatnot.

Cherri Nakahara // Agency Secretary

Poor Cherri... they blew up her CARRRRR. Which... damn. my car. I hate driving but it would have been NICE to HAVE it still.

Cherri uses she/they pronouns. She's also 19 years old!

Cherri's lore is... it's short, sweet and concise for once. lmao. Basically, Cherri is the little sister of Chuuya, however, she doesn't have any form of special ability, she's just a normal ass person for the most part. Chuuya helped her get out of the mafia and away from it because he didn't want to see her get hurt, and Cherri ended up working with the ADA as a secretary under Dazai's jurisdiction. A lot of her character comes from like... her personality and ACTUALLY interacting with said character.

Justine Avarice // The Sacrificed Gambler

hi justine, sorry you got buried alive and sacrificed to the devil, queen. but you got a husband and a spouse out of it. we both got fucked up in your creation, peace and love.

Justine uses she/her pronouns, and she is 27 years old.

Justine's lore, similar to Cherri, is really short, simple, and concise! Most of the character character she has comes from her personality and her interactions. But, for the lore, Justine was brought into this death game by a group of cultists, made to dress up in... I think it was 1980s attire iirc? ( I'd have to fact check one with Yuu. ) and forced to compete in these survival games and majority votes. Unfortunately, Justine was chosen by majority vote by the other people and she was. buried alive in a coffin and killed. that's it. she's dead as hell /j okay but actually she got rescued and brought back to life and now she is living her best life with her space spouse and mathematician husband who IS a huge hater, actually. Get yourself a man who protects you from the people you thought were your friends as they SACRIFICE you for no DAMN REASON. Amen.

"Ame" and "Nihility" // The Lone Planetfarer

oh Nihil is. hmmmmmmmmmmm /j Nihil's very funny, very silly. Goes by the alternative name "Ame", Nihil's pretty cool. Nihil is short for Nihility.

Nihil technically... does not have pronouns??? They go by any and all pronouns! They also... don't have a canon age, they're as old as the oldest star and as young as the youngest moon at the same time. Ame, however, primarily uses she/her and is 22 years old, so, Nihil typically adopts the same.

Nihil has a lot of things going on with her backstory, so... back to the inbox if you want to know more about her!!! /j But, Nihil is known as "The Lone Planetfarer", and is capable of slaying gods and splitting planets in pieces with her sword. However, drawing her sword can corrupt Nihil, and if she gets too corrupted by the Nihility, she loses allll control ie she is FUCKED. lmao.

Of course, getting into Nihil means getting into the Nihility, the Stranger, and all of the other entities and monsters so that is a COMMITMENT i have to make so. make sure to visit the inbox if you want to know!!!

Velvet Sokolov // Local Russian

and finally... the newest sona to the list... Velvet!! Or, just, Vel for short. Your local donut loing russian who just really really misses her best friend and has a quickly deteriorating moral code.

Vel uses she/her pronouns, and she is 21 years old!

Vel has her own lore as well, and it's kind of... still growing tbh. I have some constants down but she's still stuck in the lore-ing department! But... I do have some facts about Vel. Like, she's russian, she's got red hair, canonically she has a really bad haircut, she was locked in a closet and bathroom and other dark places as a child and developed a debilitating fear of the dark as a result- yknow just, normal Vel things. I can talk about her lore and what her deal is if you guys are interested in it!!

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Of all the sonas on the list, there are a few sets of sonas that cannot co-exist in a singular reality unless it's under very specific circumstances, which I can talk more about if you're interested in it. Those sonas are:

Lee and Chase (same person, different stages of life)

Yabel and Samantha (or more specifically, outside of the weirdmaggedon bubble, since Sam doesn't have a physical body)

Raon and Velvet (they serve the same role in their respective universes, however, their universes are headed in two completely different directions.)

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If I've captured your interest with the Calamity sonaverse, send me an ask with the things you want to know!! or, if there was a sona that wasn't on the list that you're interested in, let me know!!!

anyways as you can see, my sonas have their own things going on outside my wife's matching sonas! in fact, there's a lot to know about the cal sonaverse even putting tae to the side. But, there's more to be had when you put the two halves together, oOOoO /j

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