#oh-ghost hand reveal lol

[oh-gh0st]

hampter....

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, The Boy, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content

♡notes; pretty much just kink lists babey

oh boy i hope this doesn’t reveal anything about me

also happy easter lol

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Micheal Myers

> Knifeplay and breathplay are a given with this one

> He likes to be in complete control

> And a hand around the throat or a blade ghosting the skin definitely help him achieve that

> He also loves both tying you up and being tied up, surprisingly

> Letting you ride him while he’s tied to the bed is just about the only way you’ll get the man to relinquish any of that control

> And even then he makes sure you know he’s still the boss- if you’re too much of a brat he’s slipping the restraints and fucking you so hard you walk funny after

> He loves marking you up, mostly through biting

> And he likes to keep the mask on- even if he’s at a point where he rarely wears it around you

> He’ll quietly degrade you if you’re into that- you have to earn praise though

> But if you praise him you may actually be able to fluster him for once

Thomas Hewitt

> Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink you can’t convince me otherwise

> He loves pinning you down into a mating press and watching your face as he fills you

> He’s so rough and overwhelming

> He likes to lick away your tears when it’s just too much

>And sometimes he’ll keep you pinned there well after, keeping himself inside.

> He’d let you call him daddy- and god does he get into it, but he’d be too shy to suggest anything like that himself

> He loves praise and he loves letting you know how good you feel

> Not usually verbally, but he’ll growl and moan and purr shamelessly

> He’s the king of oral, he’s like a man starved and you’ll end up overstimulated 9 out of 10 times

> And he loves when you reciprocate, especially if you don’t mind him fucking your mouth

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s a bit vanilla, not having much experience or knowledge beyond sex for procreation.

> Insert Drayton’s “sex or the saw” quote here lol

> But he’ll try anything for you at least once, he’s so eager to please.

> Most notably he makes a wonderful little submissive

> Whether you want him to bottom or just power bottom yourself, he loves being used to make you feel good

> He enjoys any and all praise

> He’s rather insecure, so he loves compliments on his appearance especially

> If you call him a pretty boy he melts

> 100 percent would love if you called yourself mommy/daddy/any other dom titles

> He loves when you sit on his face more than anything else

Vincent Sinclair

> The softest dom. He wants to take care of you around the clock, but especially in bed

> He’s a service top- it’s all for you. So much more concerned with you getting off than even being touched.

> He’s into wax play (Because it’s funny but also bc it’s underrated)

> And he likes to restrain you so he can worship you completely uninterrupted

> He’s not afraid of using toys, especially when you’re all tied up and at his mercy

> He loves taking pictures of you as well

> At first he claims it’s for reference but you know better, baby has a documentation kink

> He loves just watching too

> Trying to keep control while you touch yourself and moan his name is his favorite pastime

Brahms Heelshire

> Huge brat in need of taming

> Only a switch in the technical sense- he’ll top if you beg/bribe/pester him enough. He’s just lazy tbh

> Love love loves being both degraded and praised

> “filthy little boy” “pretty little slut” etc

> Prefers calling you mommy/daddy but can work with master

> And he’ll be your puppy if you want him to be

> He wears a cute collar and leash and lets you yank on it while you make him fuck you

> He loves when you edge him too

> Until he’s nearly in tears and whining and begging you to let him cum

> If you have boobs he’s obsessed with them

> And even if you don’t he’ll give the area lots of attention

[impyssadobsessions]

DPXDC Enemy of my Enemy is the Worse "Excerpts" (Part 1?) I have more Ideas

Okay I kepy thinking about the prompt Enemy of my Enemy is the Worse I made LOL- (gonna post excerpts.) Probably wont fully write this.. as much as I like to right now LOL. If this inspires anyone to write, go for it.

"So now what? Going to vivisect me? Experiment? Rip my molecules apart like how my-Mr. Fenton keeps telling me." "Unfortunately, no." Agent K grumbles. "And its dissection, not-" Agent O tries to correct. "I maybe dead-but I'm not THAT dead." Danny rolled his eyes, flashing them at the two men in white. He can't believe any of this is happening. Oh he wished he listened to Jazz.. or Sam or Tuck more. He pulled at his ghost proof bindings, them having him ridiculously buried in the restraints. "Actually, Mr. Phantom, is it? I wanted to talk." Another bald man walks in, his suit notably black. Danny raised his eyebrow unimpressed, "What? Is it the Guys in Black and White now? Not that I'm against it, I'm all for equality, but it does seem a little off brand. I'm guessing the bleach bill is getting too high." Agent O was about to speak out- when the guy in black raised his hand to silence him. This guy only looked slightly amused, which gave Danny the creeps. "Of course not. That'd be ridiculous, though I'm not against inclusivity either. I'm Lex Luthor, and it is my recent interest in ghosts that had allowed the GIW to reach its full potential. " "So another annoying billionaire. Great."

"So you know of me? Perfect, then we can keep this simple. In truth, I am only interested in one ghost in particular." "We can capture him without involving ourselves with this scum-" "This GHOST has not only evaded my notice for YEARS, but has been stealing very valuable technology that would go beyond NASA's comprehension. Though I don't doubt your expertise, it has not come without notice that this particular ghost is seen the most-" Lex flicked his eyes down at Phantom. "With you." Agent K and O unrolled paper from their suits to reveal a picture of Plasmius. "The Wisconsin Ghost." - "Plasmius?!" Danny spoke same time the Agents did. Lex smirked at the Agents then down at Phantom. Danny took a moment to register what was going on before busting out laughing. "Really? What makes you think I'm buddy buddy with Plasmius? He's a total fruitloop and honestly- not surprise. He steals blueprints from my p---Dr. Fentons all the time." "You steal their items as well, if we recall." Agent K raised a brow. "Well-I- Just because- YOU USE THEIR BLUEPRINTS TOO!" "Enough. " Lex starting to sound annoyed, Danny felt like it was a win. Serves bastard right. Man did he hate billionaires. "I've observed your work in Amity Park. If I dare say you are quite similar to many of the masked vigilantes that plague this Earth. Even more heroic in my opinion." Danny was not biting at whatever trick Lex was pulling. Though he didn't miss the skip of his core at being recognized something other than a menace. 'He's lying to you.' he repeated in his head. Pulling on his bindings again to remember the real situation before him.

"That being said, I like you to do as heroes do and capture this criminal, then bring him to me." "Look, thanks for the compliment- but we both know I'm not seen as a hero. So why don't you quit the buttering 'cause I'm not interested in culinary and tell me what's in it for me. Even though I'm barely c-average on the best of days, I'm not dumb. I'm not doing this for free or just some lame you will be spared nonsense. Been there done that." Lex smirked again, "I'll grant you immunity from GIW and you can have your haunt back." "Wait? What?!" "But it took so long to capture him-" "IF you manage to capture Plasmius and bring him to me before GIW can." Danny glanced at the two agents as they puffed out their chests. Cocky. They really think they could capture Vlad? Then painfully reminded himself that they did catch him. "And if I don't agree?" "We DISSECT you and use you for very unethical and highly painful experiments that are legal on subjects like yourself." Agent K happily boast. "Riiiight." Danny clicked his tongue, "Add in that these guys are not allowed to be in a 50 miles radius from Amity and I'll do it." "No-" "Deal."

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Danny looped on back to the entryway as he finished swooping through every room of the manor. "Alright! Come on out Fruitloop! I know you're still here-" Just as Phantom floated down to land, he felt a hard punch in his face that sent him skidding across the room into the wall. "OOF" "Guess I should have seen that com...ming..." Danny rubbed his jaw, turning back to see who punched him. His eyes widening as he recognized the heroes he was facing. "Phantom. We're taking you into custody." "YOU CALLED THE JUSTICE LEAGUE ON ME?!" -----(Fight happens)--- Flash manages to hold Phantom, using his speeding molecules to keep Phantom from phasing through his grip. Danny gritting his teeth as the other heroes ready to capture him. Fine. If he can't phase through, he'll just phase in. Phantom uses his icy breath to freeze everything around them. Superman quickly uses his laser vision to melt the ice covering the room in mist, trying to keep themselves from being frozen. "Flash!" When the mist cleared the was no sign of him. Superman using his hearing to try and locate him- despite guarding his right side, he was kicked into the wall by Flash. Flash's eyes glowing bright green. "Well this is weird." -Proceeds to fight in Flash's body for a moment, until he gets knocked out of it. Danny's on his last legs, thinking he barely done a number on them (Not realizing he had been giving them quite a fight). Danny tries to reason again only to hear Amity Park doing great since GIW involvement. Still he isn't backing down. Even mentions Lex is backing them. He knows its only temporary peace if its really peace at all. Which he suspects is a big farce. Besides the portal still resides in Amity. GIW can't get a hold of that- portal. If he can't make them hear him out, then he'll show them why Vlad isn't just some victim. (Not realizing what Justice League may have already discovered) "Want to know why the number 2 worse billionaire is after Fruitloop?" standing up as the net placed on him burned and electrified him. It hurt so much, but he wasn't ready to quit now. Superman flew out in front of the others to block Phantom as Phantom tackled him. Phantom just uses rest of his strength to crash Superman through layers of floors til they reached the secret lab. Superman flinging Phantom into the other side of the room just as they landed, making him slam into a green tube, shattering it. The netting having dropped to the ground away from him. He coughed, shaking as a white ring dangerously popped around his waist shakily dancing, until Phantom sucked it back in. Not yet. The green ectoplasm from the tube soaking into his skin. His eyes widening as he saw what the green ectoplasm was from, jumping back with a disgust yell. He watched the clone fizzle out. "ALREADY? Really Vlad?" He shook off the creeps. "What is this?" "A Lab, du-UAHHHHHHH-" He found himself being spun around by Flash, and flung into the air where he was lassoed. Wonder Woman yanked on the rope tight, swinging him down into the opposite wall. He really was tired of being walled by them. Batman was quick to cuff him as Superman froze him in place. Danny raised a tired brow, unamused. "Are we chill now?" "No." "Thought so." ---bit more talking. Danny navigating his way through the truth of the lasso before using his wail as his last ditch effort to escape. Manages to escape through the portal as the lab collapses.

[skele-ghost]

Baby, it’s Hot Outside: Part 3

Ruh-roh Raggy

MDNI, 18+, Warnings: Omegaverse, near-death experience (NDE), hospitals, hugs lol

Masterlist

“Ghost!”

The desperation in Johnny’s voice has Ghost scrambling out of their cabin, gun unholstered and ready for anything. He steps out onto their rickety porch and sees Soap standing on Seraph’s porch, frantically waving him over.

“Ghost, hurry!” He shouts, and Simon doesn’t hesitate. He crosses the clearing quickly and nearly slams open the door to the cabin.

The smell that hits him almost causes him to stumble back. It’s sour, almost rotten, and everything inside him screams that something is terribly wrong.

It’s Seraph. She’s limp in Soap’s arms, completely unconscious, and for a moment Ghost thinks she’s dead. Her chest rises and falls in short, shallow breaths.

“She’s hardly breathing,” Soap says, tears brimming in his eyes. “Just—just hold her, I don’t know if your scent will do anything but—“

Ghost strides over and falls to his knees, quickly taking her limp form from him and cradling her into his lap, tucking her head against his neck. He checks her pulse and it’s weak, too weak.

“Gaz is calling for a medevac,” Soap says, rising to his feet, “I’ll go get the captain and König—just please…”

“Go, Johnny,” Ghost commands, “I’ve got her.”

Soap runs off, leaving Ghost with a nearly-dead omega in his arms. He pulls off his baklava, exposing his scent gland and keeping it as close to her nose as he can.

His chest tightens, her sour scent making his stomach toss. If he’d known she was this bad—

But he did know she was bad. Soap had returned to him day after day smelling of her, worse each time.

It was only a few hours ago that he had gathered everyone together and told them that they would need to call a medevac tomorrow if she didn’t get any better.

How had she deteriorated so fast? Three days was all it took for their happy little hacker to turn into this husk?

Ghost growls, holding her tighter against him. “No,” he says to her, “we’re not going to lose you, (Y/N).”

—

It’s like waking up from a nightmare. You feel content, and comfortable, and as recent memories flit back to you, they almost seem like conjurations of a fever dream.

But you open your eyes and you’re in a private hospital room, an IV hooked up to your wrist. You’re tucked neatly into the hospital bed, in a hospital gown.

A snore catches your attention. Soap MacTavish is asleep on a tiny couch next to your bed, in casual clothes with a blanket draped across him. The position he’s in looks so incredibly uncomfortable that you decide it’s best to wake him.

“Soap?” You’re a little taken aback at how soft your voice is. How could you have lost your voice? You have to call his name a few more times before he wakes up.

“Oh, thank god,” he sighs, any semblance of sleep lost as he stands up and engulfs you in a hug. You swear you can see the sparkle of a tear in his eye as he pulls away, but you don’t get a good look before he turns and pulls up a chair.

“Uh, hey,” you manage, surprised at his actions.

He sighs deeply, leaning forwards in his chair, squeezing your hand briefly. “We thought we’d lost ya.”

“Sorry,” you say automatically, before you shake your head. “What happened? Where are we?”

“Mexico City. We had to have you medevac’d…it got pretty bad, hen,” he says, sounding sad.

“I really did go into a heat, then?”

“Yeah,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “The doctor said it’s rare, to present so late, but it’s not impossible. So…welcome to the omega club, I guess.”

You chuckle, “thanks, MacTavish. What about the others, are they okay?”

“The others are fine, bonnie,” Soap says, shaking his head with a smirk. “You’re the one who went hyperthermic and nearly had your brain fried.”

“Shit,” you grimace. “That bad, huh?”

There’s a quiet knock on the door before it opens, revealing a woman in a lab coat. She smiles warmly at the sight of you both.

“I thought it heard conversation. How are you feeling, Miss (Y/N)?”

“Um, fine, thank you,” you say.

Soap rises from his seat, giving your hand another squeeze. “I’ll let you talk to the doctor, love. Team’ll want to know how you’re doing.”

With that, he leaves you at the mercy of the doctor. Not that she’s a bad doctor; she’s very sweet.

She gently explains to you how, in very rare cases, omegas can present later in life. Heats in those cases, however, can be quite severe if not taken care of. That’s what happened to you.

Unfortunately, those ‘late bloomers’ also have trickier heats, sometimes lasting longer or becoming more intense.

As for your heritage…you aren’t adopted. Your genes just decided to mutate and make you an omega instead of a beta.

And that leaves you, an unclaimed omega at 26, with absolutely no clue as to how to proceed. You call your parents and then Laswell, and by the time you’re discharged you’ve decided.

You’re pulling up Soap’s number in your phone, walking down to the main lobby when you literally run into him.

He squeezes you into a hug again, and your eyes widen at the sight of your entire fucking team behind him.

“You look right as rain, angel,” Soap says, patting your shoulders.

“You guys didn’t have to…all show up,” you say quietly. Your mind races with questions—had they stayed here? Gotten hotels? You’d been out for two days, they better have gotten a hotel—

“We’re so glad you’re alright, Seraph,” the captain steps forwards, giving you a gentle, warm hug. He’s the one that smells like cigars, duh.

“Oh, thanks,” you say, still bewildered at all this attention.

You catch König’s eye next, and the expression of concern and worry on his face almost makes you melt. He bends down to hug you, too (are you a flashing ‘hug me’ sign?), squeezing you a little too tight. His scent is new—like conifers and a crisp, autumn morning.

“Are you alright, meine liebe?” He asks, looking you over at arm’s length like you might be sporting some secret injuries.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Kö,” you promise him, smiling at his gentleness and concern.

Gaz doesn’t miss out on the chance for a hug, either. “You really had us worried there, mate,” he whispers to you.

You look to Ghost, but not expectantly. He’s not huge on physical affection, you know.

“Don’t do that again,” he says, and you can tell that he’s being playful and not serious.

You smile and nod, “not planning on it.”

They really do look happy to see you again, which is why breaking the news to them makes you more nervous than usual.

“Uh, listen, guys,” you say, readjusting the straps of the backpack on your shoulders. “I talked to Laswell and I’m going to take a couple weeks off. I just—the doctor said I should take it easy, and my parents want to see me, since I almost died…” you trail off.

“(Y/N),” Price says, and you look up at him, “we completely understand. If you need some time to yourself, then by all means, take it.”

The generosity and kindness in his voice makes you feel guilty, but you nod and thank him. And on your flight back home, while you should be thinking about yourself, you can’t help but think about the team you’re leaving behind.

Because how are you supposed to tell them that you’re not planning on coming back?

—

You didn’t realize how homesick you were until you got home. Go figure. And even though you’re a grown adult, it’s nice to be doted on by your parents again.

But it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. They were worried about you, and they had been worried about you before you were an omega.

You’re still undecided. That’s what you told Laswell—that you’d think about it. Your parents want you to take a desk job at the Pentagon, the one you’d had before you joined the team. Remote, no field work.

The fact that three of your teammates were alphas had always concerned them. Now that you’re an omega, they think you shouldn’t be anywhere near alphas.

You explain it to them over and over—the team is already a pack, they have an omega, and they sure as hell aren’t interested in you. It still stung a little in your heart to say it, and after the hospital, a part of you wondered if it was still true.

But the part of yourself that knows better, the part of yourself that keeps you from disappointing yourself—it won’t let you even dream of it.

You didn’t really care to understand what the doctors said—you still don’t really know what it means to be an unclaimed omega. Claiming, scenting; she threw all those terms at you and expected you to know what she was talking about.

Well, you didn’t, and you still don’t. You just want to be normal again. You want to return to your old, comfortable life like nothing had ever happened.

But you don’t know if you should, and you didn’t even know if you’d be able.

Someone else has to decide for you.

You’re at a local bar with your parents, enjoying some live music. Your cousins all have a band together and it’s good enough that you wish the music they make was on Spotify.

Your phone buzzes a few times in your pocket before you notice it over the feel of the music running through you.

Unknown Caller.

You answer it immediately, rushing outside so you can actually hear her.

“(Y/N), are you there?” Laswell asks calmly, and you nod before you remember that you’re on a phone.

“Yeah, I’m here—sorry, live music,” you stutter.

“Well, I’m sorry to pull you away from leave; I know you asked not to be contacted, but I need you.”

“Ma’am?”

“I have a problem, and I think you’re the only one who knows how to fix it. Have you decided yet?”

That dreaded question. You’d snapped at your mother the other day for asking it and felt so bad afterwards. Three weeks was long enough to decide, wasn’t it?

Because if you’re being honest with yourself, you knew the answer from day one. You knew the answer when you felt that pit in your gut as your plane taxied out of Mexico City. You knew the answer when you layed awake at night, staring at the ceiling and wondering what your team was doing, and if they were okay, if they were hurt.

You knew the answer. It wasn’t the safe option, or the convenient one—and you were at least 60% sure it was probably going to be a challenge.

But you knew.

“When and where?”

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A/N: ngl Ghost’s ‘not gonna lose you’ line is so cheesy but I kind of like it that way. Next part will take longer to come out, I’m still working on it. Stay cringe, folks.

[danieyells]

care to spoil any interesting dialogue Haku has when you reach higher affinity levels? Would love to know!

Haku's so. . .normal, it's kinda cute? Lol. But yeah I'm pretty down for that! I wanted to share one of these things but held my tongue lolol but since you're asking here're some of the ones that were more interesting or otherwise appealing to me!

I've amended this post to be all of Haku's home screen lines. Enjoy!

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"Oh, finally here, huh? I'm not really ready for you yet though... Ha ha. Wait over there for me, would you?"

"How's the search for clues about your curse going? Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you ever want to talk, I'm happy to listen."

"Most people in Hotarubi have something they put their heart and soul into. That doesn't really work for me though. I lose interest in things way too easily."

"What are you doing here? Don't tell me you've gotten yourself mixed up in something again."

this is a very funny one to have him say when i use the sinostra casino as my home screen bg

"Haha. Don't expect too much from me. Ghouls are just glorified street magicians, really. Let's keep it light, huh?"

'glorified street magicians' is a hell of a way to describe. . .a lot of the stigmas we've got going here lmao

You've got mail:

"Oh, looks like you've got a letter. If you don't open it soon, I might sneak a peek."

"Boo! Ha ha, didn't think you'd get that scared. I was just getting rid of the shadow imp that was sticking to your back... I'm kidding! There was nothing there, I promise."

Affinity 1:

"...So, how about we take a walk? This dorm's seen better days, so it's tough work checking all the places that need repairs."

Affinity 2:

"You've adjusted to life at Darkwick pretty well, haven't you? Not that anomalies and missions are something you'd want to get used to..."

Affinity 3:

"Today doesn't really work for me... I'm going to be getting back to the dorm pretty late, so can we do tomorrow instead?"

Affinity 4:

"...Hate to be the one to tell you this, but there's something untoward lingering behind you. Don't look! Hah, I was just kidding. It was just a little dust, see?"

Affinity 5:

"Twilight has been a lot quieter than usual today... I hope that's not a bad sign."

Affinity 6:

"Subaru's just too nice. Keeping all the eccentrics in Hotarubi in check's gotta be rough."

Affinity 7:

"Everyone here comes from different backgrounds and has different gifts. There's no reason you should feel out of place."

'we're all unique, including the most ordinary among us.' good lesson!

Affinity 8:

"Looks we're going to make it through today without any disasters. At least I hope so."

Affinity 9:

"What are you doing out here? You shouldn't walk around at night with your guard down. Don't come crying to me if you get possessed by a fox spirit, you hear?"

Affinity 10:

"Your parents ever tell you ghosts would get you if you don't go to bed? For some reason Zenji's the only one who gets spooked when I say that..."

after the reveal that zenji is a ghost this is so funny actually I LOVE THAT ZENJI IS A GHOST WHO'S AFRAID OF GHOSTS AND THE DARK.

Affinity 11:

"All these geniuses and their lectures are giving me heartburn. Wouldn't mind hearing the woes of someone long-suffering instead every once in a while."

(this sounds cruel but from what i can tell in Japanese he says he'd rather hear stories about hard workers/people who struggled from the bottom than prodigies. Basically he's more interested in, y'know, ordinary folks than people who're really special.)

Affinity 12:

"That video I took of Zenji today? I'm just going to do some quick editing and post it. I don't know why he doesn't just focus on content that's more his style..."

Affinity 13:

"I saw Tohma a little while ago. Been a while since we last had a real chat. Sounds like he's got his hands full, as always."

so i initially left this one out of this post because i didn't think much of it but. . .the way Haku regards Tohma is so much more casual than Tohma regards Haku in retrospect, it seems. To Haku, Tohma's just the usual hard worker. Someone he'd actually enjoy having a conversation with. But Tohma speaks to Haku almost as if with suspicion or disdain. . .then again he speaks kind of coldly to Jin too. Maybe that's just how he is with people he kind of knows or views as more on his level. Or it's something more sinister. Who knows.

Affinity 14:

"Mornin'. You've got a sleep mark on your face. Yeah, right there. Good to know you got a good night's rest."

Affinity 15:

"You haven't collected all the papers that were supposed to be submitted by today's deadline yet? Who are you waiting on? Got it. I'll go get them for you."

Affinity 16:

"I don't mean to scare you, but... be careful with your right leg. Especially when you're in the main building."

Affinity 17:

"Getting cold feet when you try to jump into the deep end is just proof you're a normal human being. We're the crazy ones."

Affinity 18:

"Can't sleep? In that case, let's go for a little walk. There's actually something I want to talk to you about."

pretty high affinity to be having chats on night walks. . .i wonder what he wanted to talk about.

Affinity 19:

"Just having someone you care about at your side is all you really need... Ha ha. That was a little out of character, huh? My bad."

Affinity 20:

"Oh, you're awake. I was just about to make some tea to wake myself up. Want some?"

Affinity 21:

"It's not very often I get to kick back like this in the middle of the day. Maybe I'll take a nap."

Affinity 22:

"None of us wanted to become like this. Living an ordinary life, and dying an ordinary death— why go after more than that?"

He just wants to be normal. And he can't. It's kinda tragic lol

Affinity 23:

"(Yawn) Oh, didn't see you there. Haha... Guess I've been letting my sleep debt build up. I'm going to bed."

Affinity 24:

"Being cursed really sucks, huh? You can't help but ask yourself, "Why me?" all the time, even when you know it's a question with no answer."

And my favorite line, at 25(max) affinity:

"I know I'm being selfish— but sometimes, I wish you'd just forget about me..."

WHY. . .ARE YOU THE SUS ONE AND YOU FEEL BAD THAT YOU'LL BETRAY THEM? DO YOU JUST FEEL LIKE YOU'RE TOO LUCKY HAVING HAD FALLEN FOR SOMEONE NORMAL WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT NORMAL ANYMORE? DO YOU FEEL LIKE THE PC DESERVES SOMEONE NORMAL AND TO BE ABLE TO GO BACK TO A NORMAL LIFE BUT BEING WITH YOU GUARANTEES THEY WON'T? WHY DO YOU WANT THEM TO FORGET YOU. . .he's so interesting to me simply because of how much he tries to keep himself apart from his being a ghoul(and, y'know, seeing spirits and shit--) so he can try and just be any other guy. . .and he can't lol his surroundings, who and what he is, he can't go back to being normal! It's a charming way to have a boy next door sort of personality i think lol

And since there are other interesting voicelines. . . . . . .

Seasons and holidays aren't affinity locked, so you can see these when they're available(although i didn't label which time they're available at, just the season lol.)

Spring(March-May):

"I've been noticing more birds in the garden lately. Is that a bush warbler? A white-eye, maybe? A lot going on during spring in Hotarubi."

Boy knows his birbs.

"Heading into another nice, warm afternoon. Maybe I should take a nap...? Oops, nearly forgot I promised Zenji I'd film him."

"Must be nice being a ghost—no hayfever, and no hangovers. Spring really is the embodiment of human weakness."

How drunk did you get last night buddy. . . .

"My family home is pretty famous in our area for its cherry blossoms... When I was a kid, my friends and I used to go exploring through them at night."

Summer(starts June, ends August):

"It's so humid... Days like this make me miss Frostheim..."

He's former Frostheim! He does have a voice line that mentions not having spoken to Tohma recently too, but that he seems busy as usual.

"Today, I've got to go round and check the stalls for the festival Hotarubi is holding— wouldn't want any dangerous charlatans sneaking their way in."

"Zenji's off roaming around somewhere again... People are more sensitive this time year, so I wish he'd just stay put..."

AGAIN, BEFORE WE LEARNED HE WAS A GHOST I READ THIS AND THOUGHT PEOPLE HE MEANT LIKE. . .SENSITIVE EMOTIONALLY TO NOISE AND ZENJI'S BIWA PLAYING. I DID NOT REALIZE THAT HE WAS WORRIED PEOPLE WOULD REALIZE ZENJI WAS THERE.

"You're not going to wear a yukata? Eh, I just thought it'd be cute to see. That's the kind of thing guys think about, don't know what else to tell you."

It reads like he's a little disappointed the girl he's into friends with isn't gonna wear something he thinks is cute lol (i'd see if he sounds disappointed in the audio but since i don't have haku's sr the game didn't download the audio for me lol)

Autumn(September-November):

"They say fall is the season of the arts, but I'm a really mediocre flute player. I'm about as uncultured as you can get."

funny thing for an ex-frostheimer to say.

"You can hear the biwa, right? He's been going for three hours now. People are going to start getting pissed off, so I'll go tell him to stop soon."

"Nightfall can catch you unaware this time of year. It'll be dark soon, so let me know when you're planning to head home. I'll walk you back to the cathedral."

"It's a stunner of a night. Maybe I'll grab a drink and do a little moon gazing."

don't drink too much you're trying to quit smoking, the oslution isn't to replace it with another addiction--

Winter(December-February):

"You'll catch a cold dressed like that. It's already pretty chilly out there, you know... Here, take my coat."

"Winter rain really chills you to the bone. Sorry, walking through the garden must be rough for you this time of year. Come a little closer."

I'm a bit of a sucker for huddling together in the cold lol

"It's cold again today. Now that I think of it, Subaru said he wanted to make hotpot with everyone. Guess I'll go grab some things and make it happen."

"Your hands hurt because of the cold? Let me see. Oh yeah, your fingertips are all red. Here, stick them in my pockets."

Is that your flute in your pocket or are you completely unaffected by the cold

His Birthday(July 26):

"Wait, you got me a birthday present? You're so conscientious. Oh, I didn't mean it in a bad way. Thanks, I appreciate it."

Your Birthday:

"Hey, come over here a sec. Here. It's nothing special, but I got you a something. Today's your birthday, right?"

why is this worded like he's asking you to come into a shady alley in secret to give you a birthday gift lmao

New Years:

"Happy New Year. I know it's a cliché, but I hope this year's a good one for you."

Valentine's Day:

"Whoa, chocolate? I didn't think you'd give them to me too. Guess I better think of something good to get you in return."

White Day:

"Here, for the chocolate you got me last month. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I got the ones I remember you said were good."

April Fool's Day:

"A bunch of spirits have been following you around all day, are you okay? Psych, just kidding. Seriously, I was joking, I swear."

Halloween:

"Looks like you've had your fair share of tricks today. I'll narrow down your options and just make it a treat, then."

Christmas:

"You look like you're having fun. Do you have a present for me, Little Miss Santa? Haha, I'm just kidding. Here you go. Merry Christmas."

Idle:

"...Hey, you alive? Not much point me just standing here waiting around. Guess I'll take off."

"I know I look like a slacker, but I do have stuff to do. Guess I'll nap till she gets back."

Absent(When you haven't logged in for at least a day, between the hours of 5am and 3pm? I've gotten these messages with Taiga after being away for like two hours so i may be misunderstanding the condition):

"Hey there, stranger. Everyone's missed you, you know. ...Even I was starting to get a little worried."

Those're the ones that're most interesting to me I think! 'u' there are some that aren't up there though, like some of the ones that show him being responsible and worrying about his teammates haha. Hope you don't mind my little commentary here and there!

A while later and I've amended this post to include all of the home screen voicelines, not just the ones that appealed to me most in that moment! Haku's interesting in how. . .normal he is. Aside from the seeing spirits and things anyway lmao. He's just a casual flirt who wants to escape the abnormality that his becoming a ghoul got him. I feel like his lines don't really reveal anything about him. . .but also 19 in particular feels. . .a little lonely? Maybe because of how he had to leave Frostheim, he doesn't really feel as connected to the Hotarubi ghouls yet, compared to how he was with Jin before? Or, if he is the spy, he feels like all of his relationships are fake. . .and man that 'I wish you'd just forget about me' line is sad but also SO SUSPICIOUS. WHO SAYS THAT IF THEY DON'T PLAN ON LEAVING YOU OR STABBING YOU IN THE BACK.

[wormshirt]

As someone who uses a mobility aid and has muscular tension that cause me general body and joint pain and stiffness from the hips down on both sides what would kill me with doctor who wouldn't be the running it'd be the fucking stairs. They don't always have stairs in doctor who but oh boy when they do. I can run super fast and then inevitably injure my hips and suffer through it and keep limping along through the pain but if it's a flight of stairs between me and safety I'm so dead. If I don't take those stairs 1 step at a time my knees WILL lock or my muscles will throw such a massive hissy fit that it'll take me TWICE the time it takes your average person to go up those stairs and I will be killed or kinapped or put through some strange and unusual scifi horror by step 3. The doctor and I (limping) run down 50000000 hallways and we reach the end of a hall with only a reasonably sized staircase on the other end of it and the doctor immediately starts vaulting up the steps 3 at a time until he turns around and notices that I have stopped completely at the bottom of the steps to stare at him blithely. He starts trying to get me to go up the stairs or ask what the hell I think I'm doing and I slowly lower myself back down to the ground and cross my arms over my chest and begin reciting funeral prayers with a serene smile. The big evil monster comes after me and I am eaten. Badly. The doctor yells NOOOOO really loud and cries a little maybe idk and then is emo about it for like half a season until they end up back by the staircase in a season finale or something and it's revealed that the stairs are magic stairs that preserve the conciousness of any ugly ass bitch who hates staircases enough and the doctor is implied to have know this all along. and the doctor gives me some heartbroken major depressive disorder poster child look and a little speech about how they "couldn't have come back here for blah blah excuses reasons" and I smile sweetly and say "why the fuck didn't you have an emergency exit strategy or some shit incase the guy who uses a fucking cane couldn't do some shit like go up stairs super fast because he uses a fucking cane. Hello. Not even mad. Are you stupid. You are a timelord. Your people let your gay ass fuck off to who knows where because you're the dumbest timelord ever and they couldn't stand your stupid ass. I can't believe I'm stuck on this gay ass space station with this lame ass death for all of eternity because you didn't think that the guy who struggles to go up stairs would struggle to go up stairs. You wanna know what the alien said to me before he ate me. He said hey that dude you're here with sucks so bad and is stupid and gay and lame as hell. And I would have said 'yeah lol' but then he ate me. He ate me because of stairs doctor. Stairs." And then I'd stay forever trapped with my soul in that staircase just so I could spend the rest of enternity sending spam calls and telemarketers to the tardis phone. The doctor's investigating something outside an alien bar somewhere and sees ads like XXX Brittany Wants To Spend a NIGHT With YOU Sexy! Hot Singles in your area! Call here for a night of FUN! HOT SINGLE Xxeksifloryean Milfs Looking For a MATE in GALAXIES NEAR YOU!!!!❤️❤️❤️ and softly puts a hand on the posters and goes "I'm sorry I couldn't save you....." five seconds later jerry from *TOTALLY REAL* intergalactic statefarm NOT A FAKE NOT A SCAM calls up the doctor on the TARDIS phone to ask about the doctor's insurance info. Somewhere I kick an ugly ass step on a stupid fucking staircase and break my ghost toe. I hop around and start swearing.

[waitingonher]

Hi can you do some Percy Jackson x Hades Child hc?

percy jackson dating a child of hades

pairing: percy jackson x child of hades!reader

content warning: cursing

word count: 780

author's note: sorry this one's a bit shorttt

a son of poseidon and a child of hades? ANOTHER POWER COUPLE. 

everyone knows not to mess with either one of you, or else they’re in for a doozy. 

percy’s always making sure that you’re not overworking yourself. he saw what it did to nico, so he for sure does not want that happening to you too. 

he’ll usually ask in more subtle and casual ways like “training was rough yesterday, how’d you sleep?” or “the lunch selection was good today, what’d you think?” 

it may be overbearing to some, but percy honestly can’t help it. the very last thing he wants is you being too hard on yourself. 

when you two first started dating, you guys—for some reason—decided to make gardening your little thing together?? but when you had accidentally killed them with your aura, you and percy decided to go forward with something a little less…alive. 

LOL so now your guys’ little thing is baking!! 

somehow chiron allowed you and him to use the camp kitchen?? 

anyways, you guys are pretty much pro bakers now! well, if you ignore the time when percy mistook the salt for sugar, then you guys are basically pros. 

you reach your hand out to your boyfriend, “perce, pass me a cookie.” “here,” he passes you a cookie while grabbing himself one, “on the count of three?”  you nod and begin counting, “one, two, three.” taking a bite of the warm cookie, you both immediately realize something’s wrong. the cookie tastes…salty? you see percy’s eyes widen as you two make a dash towards the sink.  “oh my gods! why is it salty?” percy screeches, the chewed up cookie muffling his voice.  after what felt like years of rinsing your mouth, the unpleasant salty taste had left your mouth, “babe, you were in charge of the dry ingredients...so did you use the salt instead of the sugar?”  percy’s eyes widen to the size of saucers, “no…i’m not that stupid. look,” he grabs the plastic container and turns it around, only to reveal the label that reads ‘salt’, "oh…yeah, that’s my bad.” 

considering the reputation your dad has, percy’s always looking out for you. but don’t get me wrong, everyone at camp could not give less of a shit about your dad, but it’s the newcomers he worries about. 

some of the new kids are so bold??? but don’t worry, cuz you and percy ALWAYS find ways to humble them. 

percy’s the type of bf to have almost anything you may need on hand. you need a hair tie? he’s pulling one off his wrist. your lips are chapped? he’s taking out his aquaphor. 

he loves seeing you use your powers, because like…pretty gf who has cool powers over the dead?? what is there not to love??

sometimes when you two are training, you’ll look out the corner of your eye to see your boyfriend just staring at you? percy has ZERO shame and will stare at you whenever he feels like it. 

whenever you guys have sleepovers, he always makes sure you fall asleep before him. it’s more of a comfort thing for him. percy just sleeps better knowing that you’re already sleeping. 

normally he’s a pretty light sleeper, but around you, he’s an even lighter sleeper. he just wants to make sure that he’ll be awake to comfort you in case you have any particularly alarming dreams. 

when you two eat, he never fails to save and offer the last bite to you. but percy doesn’t want you to feel bad about you eating his last bite, so he just nonchalantly offers it to you. 

movie nights with percy!!! 

you’d make him watch all the classic horror movies. shit talking the ones with bad acting and graphics is your guys’ favorite pastime. 

“oh my gods,” percy groans for the umpteenth time, “i swear, it’s probably a mortal who made this movie. they can’t even get the stupid ghosts to look right.”  you laugh at percy’s passion for complaining, “literally! okay but can they get some other guy to play the main character?” 

at this point, you two should make your own horror movie because you’re too busy making fun of them instead of actually enjoying them. 

you also made percy watch tusk… 

ever since watching it, he can’t look at walruses the same. (me too percy)  

gods forbid he runs into one in the ocean. 

percy also has a cork board in his cabin with a shit ton of polaroids on it jdfsksd 

they range from pictures with you to pictures of the sunsets.

but if you pay attention, you’ll find that the majority of the photos include you in them <33

[jay7543]

You ask ghost if you can stack donuts on it, part 2!!!

Part one here!!!

18+!!!

This is a continuation where ghost does the same thing to the reader that the reader did to him in the previous one(blowjob). You’re smaller than ghost, obviously,so there will be some size mentions and affirmations of reader.

M4m

After ghost eyes up your erection poking at your shorts, he pushes you onto your back on the bed, he lays on top of you and chuckles deeply, mask covering what must be a very shit eating grin.

Ghost-“I love seeing you all red in the face and flustered love, really makes me happy.

He slowly moves his way down your body, making sure to trace his fingers from your checks, to down your shirt, to your waist, to the hem of your shorts. He gently pulls them down, a stark contrast to how you did it to him, you were forceful and eager, he loves when you are, but ghost is very slow and deliberate, making sure to rub the backs of his hands against your erection as he pulls the shorts down.

Ghost-“no underwear? Seems you took your own advice love, easy access right? That’s what you said earlier”

He moves the box of donuts to your waist and takes one out, he slowly makes his way up your legs to, what you think, is a pitiful erection compared to his, almost a fourth the size, but he loves it, because it’s yours. You cross your legs to hide it.

Reader-“no, don’t look, it’s small, it’s embarrassing”

You say trying to keep it covered, ghost gently but firmly spreads your legs to see your erection, small but still standing proud, leaking pre cum from the swollen, sensitive tip, he loves what he sees.

Ghost-“it’s not embarrassing love, it’s yours, I love it just as much as I love you, now, you’re gonna let me put the donut on it right? That was part of our deal, I get to do it to you too.

He chuckles as you nod and he gently puts the donut around your shaft, in where his had four wrapped around it, with his tip still sticking proudly out of the top. Yours barely fits one, but it looks so damn cute to him, your cock, barely sticking out of the hole of the donut, leaking pre cum onto it. He smiles as he pulls up the bottom of his mask, revealing his mouth and plump lips.

Reader-“are-are you gonna-“

Ghost-“yes love, I’m gonna suck it, it just looks so bloody cute, I can’t help myself”

He licks his lips and leans down to give your tip a kiss,he then takes a bite out of the donut and laughs as he pulls it off, he swirls his tongue around your tip, licking up any extra pre cum you still had.

Ghost-“what happened? You were so confident doing it to me”

He smiles as he takes you into his warm, wet mouth, you cock barely reaches the back of his mouth, which makes it even easier to make you feel good, he bobs his still half covered face up and down on your cock while his eyes lock onto yours, making you moan and whimper every time.

Reader-“it-it’s different when you’re doing it to me, I-i always do it to you”

You say as you wriggle around and moan as he suck you slowly yet firmly, making you feel like you’re in heaven each time his tongue passes over your glans.

Ghost-“god love, you taste so bloody good, I think I’ll do this more often”

He puts each of his hands on each of your ass cheeks and grabs them firmly, spreading your ass slightly as he pushes you up into his mouth as deep as you’ll go.

Reader-“oh fuck, ghost i-I’m cumming”

Ghost-“do it love, in my mouth”

Your balls clench as your hot spunk shoots into his mouth, ghost moaning softly with every shot, and you moaning loudly and whimpering in pleasure. He slowly pulls his mouth off your cock, making sure to suck out any excess cum still inside, he then holds his mask above his mouth and shows you your load in his mouth, before swirling it around a bit with his tongue then swallowing it all.

Ghost-“delicious”

He says as he moves up to kiss you then pulls his mask back over his mouth. He then hugs you and lays next to you, whispering slightly into your ear.

Ghost-“I don’t care how big your cock is love, I love it cause it’s yours, not cause how big it is”

Reader-“thanks, that-that means a lot, I was always embarrassed about it, especially after worshiping that monster you have”

You both share a hearty laugh.

Ghost-“I’ll go get you some water love, and a snack, those donuts were good but I want something a bit more filling, other than…you know”

He chuckles as he gets up and walks away. You really love him, he’s the best.

[whateverloomis]

🩸Red🩸 >> Poly!Ghost face x Killer!Reader || Scream 1996

Part 1 >> Part 3

About: While the Casey Becker and Steve Orth killings were taking place, a third kill happened as well... Billy Loomis and Stu Macher can't risk having someone else around that could ruin their goal of killing Sidney Prescott. What happens when all 3 killers get a little bit too close?

Warnings: SMUT in next chapter, cheating, making out, reader is AFAB, reader is a killer, reader is short, reader is alt and has tattoos and piercings, Randy is a bitch (lol,) tension, big reveal. Revised June'24

Reader: They/them pronouns that are highlighted in bold so it's easy to identify | AFAB

Word count: 2.2k

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"You're a freaky one, huh?" He whispered and you laughed softly, standing up and straddling him. Billy immediately placed his hands on your hips and squeezed the flesh. You continued kissing and biting each other. Moaning and groaning quietly as you ground your hips against his crotch. Billy could've come right then and there with the sight of your tits bouncing while you moved against him.

You could've fucked him at that moment without a care, but before things could escalate, you heard footsteps.

Climbing off his lap and fixing yourselves, you moved far enough so it didn't seem like anything was happening.

•

A week. It had been a week since you and Billy had your little make-out session. Since he cheated on Sidney, with you out of everyone.

It's not like you cared about Sidney or liked her much, but there was still a hint of guilt. You did just what Katherine did with Steve. Of course, the relationships involved and circumstances were different but you couldn't really help feeling somewhat guilty.

Every day since then, whenever you were around Billy there was tension and it was slowly building up. Stu obviously knew what happened. Why would you be with Billy alone under the bleachers? It obviously wasn't just a casual smoke session, Stu knew best.

That same night, he asked Billy about it and of course the boy didn't hesitate to tell him everything. About how you guys conversed for hours and ended up talking about conspiracy theories. About you being too high to make any sense, which wasn't really convenient because the point of everything was for Billy to get information out of you, but of course that didn't go as planned.

"So you're telling me that instead of getting a confession out of them you ended up practically dry fucking under the bleachers, man?" - "Stu, that's not the fucking point here I-" - "Oh c'mon! Was it good?! Tell me the deets!" Stu insisted and Billy sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Of course it was good, I mean c'mon." - "I knew it! God, what I'd give to get a piece of that." Billy chuckled at his friends comment and bit his bottom lip in thought. "Maybe you can... And then we'll both have opportunities to get information out of them." - "That's fucking genius, man."

It was a plan.

•

"I fucking swear I saw it." Randy said, agitated as usual.

"I mean, look. I doubt it, but I don't think it would be weird for them either like, it's baddie persona standard I'm sure." Tatum said and Sidney looked at her, doubt written on her face. "I don't know Tate, it would be kinda alarming if they do carry a knife around like that."

"It could easily be self-defense. Like pepper spray!" Tatum countered and Randy scoffed. "Please, you're defending them because you guys are friends." - "Who'r we talking about?" Stu said behind Tatum and hugged her from behind.

"YN." Sidney answered simply, before continuing, "Randy said he saw them putting away a knife in their bag."

"So? I mean, that doesn-" - "Listen! It fits the description of the knife that has been talked about multiple times in the news." Randy interrupted and Billy appeared next to him out of nowhere. "Nobody knows what the knife looks like, it's all rumors." - "Wh- I'm done with you guys! They're the new one in the group and you guys trust them?!" - "Nobody said that Randy, we just have to look at all the possibilities." Sidney said and everyone agreed, however Billy and Stu gave each other a knowing look. They needed to confirm. Get YN alone and try to see that knife somehow.

•

You figured it wouldn't be so bad if it was just a movie night, it didn't have to involve much talking since the point was to pay attention to the film.

"A movie night, at my house! My parents are out for the weekend so it'll be extra fun, we'll have drinks and pot. C'mooon." Stu tried to convince you for the second time that day. You had denied because of the attachment promise you had with yourself. The less accessible you were the better. However, it did sound very fun, and you couldn't remember the last time you had a casual hang out with friends, even if you wanted to keep them at a distance.

"Okay, fine. I'll be there." - "Fuck yes! My place at 7pm, bring snacks!" Stu said excitedly and you stood still while he skipped away. His energy could be quite overwhelming at times, yet you couldn't help but find him amusing and funny.

•

It was finally night time and you arrived to Stu's house at around 7:30pm. Fashionably late at it's finest. The door to his house was already open so you walked in and entered the kitchen, putting your selection of snacks on the counter.

You looked around and didn't see anyone. It instantly alarmed you, so you pulled out the knife from your hidden boot holster and kept it in your hand, hidden between the fabric of your short black dress. As you walked around slowly, the silence grew louder.

Even if you could gut someone without hesitation you still got paranoid at the thought of you getting killed. How selfish.

The living room was closest to you, so you walked in as quietly as you could. Suddenly, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and lifting you off the ground. You yelped and dropped the knife, eliciting a loud thud.

"Get off!" You protested and tried to reach for a vase that was near the TV, but before you could you heard Stu's familiar voice.

"It's me, it's me!" He screamed and put you down.

"What the fuck Stu?!" You questioned angrily before smacking his arm.

"Ow! Hey, I was kidding! Just trying to scare you a lil." The boy replied and laughed.

You sighed and let out a long exhale, attempting to relax a bit.

"Who does this belong to?" You heard Billy ask, walking in the living room with your blade in his hand. Stu looked at you, a shocked expression painting his face.

"Mine. I thought I was getting killed so y'know, self defense." You explained, casual as ever before glaring at Stu.

Billy nodded in understanding before giving Stu a look you couldn't quite read. You walked past Stu and grabbed the knife from Billy's hand a little rougher than intended, and adjusted it in your boot again.

As you bent down your dress rode up a bit, exposing your ass momentarily before you rose up.

"Cute dress." Stu commented after you unintentionally flashed him. You turned around to look at him and gave him the cutest smile you could achieve. You weren't sure how innocent you could look after the boys saw the weapon you carry around, but you weren't about to break character because of it.

"So, is it just us?" You asked and Billy smirked behind you. "Yeah, the rest were too busy, or whatever." Stu said, not even trying to hide the fact that he was lying.

You honestly didn't mind being alone with them. If being alone with Billy got you a good make out session you couldn't help but wonder how far you could get with both boys.

•

Two Halloween movies and some alcohol consumption later you guys were on the couch talking about the rules of horror movies once again.

"All I'm saying is that Randy should be the number one suspect because c'mon, how does he even know all this stuff?" Stu said and you laughed. "Well, it's clearly a hyper fixation of his so it makes sense why he knows so much about it." You replied and Billy sat back as he stretched his arm behind you. "He keeps insisting that it's you though. Maybe he's right, considering his knowledge..." Billy said, his voice sounding closer than you expected.

"Are you accusing me now, Loomis?" You asked, looking at him before taking a swing of your beer. "I never accused you, I was just saying-" - "It sounds to me like you're pretty convinced." You countered, a smirk adorning your face. Stu shifted next to you, paying careful attention to the tension that laced your comment.

"Maybe I am... Maybe not. I mean, everyone is a suspect after all." Billy answered smoothly and you chuckled, looking down and biting your lip in thought. "Well, it could be any of us then, or all three of us." You suggested and looked at both boys. They visibly tensed and looked at each other, the slightest hint of fear adorned their handsome faces.

"I mean... If that were true then... Who killed who and with what motive?" Stu said and you shifted to face him. Did he really think you were that stupid as to answer with a confession right then and there?

"Okay, enough of that." Billy said, attempting to change the topic. He leaned forward to grab the beer bottle on the coffee table in front of you and rested his hand on your lower waist while doing so. He was slowly getting touchy and you couldn't deny that you wanted more contact.

"Why? You scared the truth will come out?" You asked him with a flirty tone, shifting on the couch, facing him, and scooting closer so your thigh touched his. Stu was amused at the whole exchange, sitting quietly next to you guys which was rare of him, considering his usual loudness.

"Are you challenging me, YN?" Billy asked, sitting up straight and placing one of his large hands on your thigh. "Maybe I am." You answered and he chuckled, looking down momentarily before looking at Stu over your shoulder. "Well, I think we have a pretty good idea of who's who, considering..." He paused and slid his hand down your leg all the way to your boot where you kept your knife hidden. Billy grabbed the weapon and waved it in front of you; "The fact that you carry this around, and it fits the descriptions of the killers knife perfectly..." He continued and ran his finger over the blade, feeling the sharpness. "And this is nice and sharp, too. Well taken care of." Billy finished and rested his hand on your thigh again, knife between your thigh and his palm.

You looked down at your leg and then back up at him. His eyes were piercing and you were left speechless. How were you supposed to dodge that one?

"He's right, isn't he, YN?" Stu said behind you, peeking at your face over your shoulder.

You were cornered. No answer went through your head that could save you from their interrogation. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, ready to confess before you felt a hand on your waist. Startled at the feel, you opened your eyes and Billy had the biggest smile on his face. He looked crazed. "We can all be honest here, right Stu?" He questioned the boy that was resting his chin on your shoulder at that moment. "Of course, nobody has to know, right YN?" Stu spoke softly and you were at your breaking point.

You rested your head on Stu's and smirked at Billy. "We? I thought it was me we were talking about here."

Gotcha.

Billy's smile disappeared and his hand twitched against your skin. "Steve and Casey." You said and looked at him straight into his brown eyes. "Two murders like those done by one person is nearly impossible, especially since she was on the phone with the killer while Steve got killed. It's a two man job and the cops are too stupid to realize it." Billy looked at Stu and his smile grew again. "You're good, babe." Stu said and laughed softly, close to your ear.

"Katherine. Same night. Similar ghost mask but in red and, I heard small red horns?" - "Cuutee" Stu said and you shifted away from him. "Oh, shut up! That doesn't mean it's me!" - "YN, you and that girl were close, and after you magically stopped being friends she got killed that same day? That's no coincidence, plus we all know she was going behind Casey's back, rumors go around quick and get confirmed even quicker. You had a shit show with those two sluts and had enough of it." Billy interrupted and you sighed. He was right and you hated him for it. You hated how he could read you and put the puzzle pieces together. How observant he was.

You stood up from the couch, the boys following your every move with their eyes. "Well, now that we're all out and about, what now? Hm? We gonna report each other? Kill each other? What's the plan, Loomis?" You spoke louder than usual and the boy stood up, towering over you. Stu followed behind and looked at you over Billy's shoulders, a wicked smile on his face.

"Now, we team up or someone gets killed, and it sure as hell isn't going to be us." - "And you bet your ass it's not going to be me either." You spoke quickly and he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Relax baby, here's the deal... You join us in our next kill. We team up. We'll get away with whatever we want. Do whatever we want..." He whispered the last few words and placed his left hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him. You couldn't deny that it sounded perfect. If it went wrong you could easily frame the two idiots. If it went well you could get the satisfaction of getting anyone out of your way, relish in the sweet screams and the thrill of getting revenge on whoever the fuck messed with you. Hurt you.

You bit your lip and scanned his face with your eyes. Curiosity getting the best of you; "Who's your next victim?"

"Sidney Prescott."

[duckchu]

Hii! I’m not sure if you have Heartsteel requests but I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the Heartsteel boys with reader (Gender Neutral) who’s a big fan of Halloween. Like, they go all out on their outfits and love to do escape rooms, haunted houses (rarely getting scared in them and solving a lot of the puzzles in the escape rooms) and also try to scare the Heartsteel boys?

Oh I could! Sorry for the wait, school and life kinda get in the way lol

Hearsteel x Halloween lover reader

Kayn

Out of all the festivities, this is definitely his favourite one

While he's not as hyped as you, he likes seeing you preparing your outfit for the occasion

Maybe even helping you

Though he would insist on adding some "great' details

Would go with you to any "scary' attraction you wanted

He actually hoped to get some cuddles out of you because he was sure you would be scared shitless

But he was the one scared

Don't tell anyone tho

Would also probably like to have a quickie in the haunted house

He really enjoys going to escape rooms with you, since he can just stand back and look at you while you work on the puzzles

He loves when you try to scare the rest of the band with him

Like leaving a fake spider in Ezreal's favourite mug

You thought his notes were high? Wait till you hear him screeching about a spider

Or making Yone think there's ghosts in the house when he's sleep deprived and working (poor Yone)

Though you end up laughing too hard and getting caught

But the best was definitely scaring Aphelios

Since it was an occasion to take revenge for his pranks

This year it was hiding a fake severed hand in his bed

Maybe that was too far...he almost had a heart attack

And you two are his prime targets now

Yone

He isn't really a fan of dressing up, but would agree to do a costume with you

And holy shit did you pull through

He was amazed at your costumes

Though he's not a fan of scary attractions, not because he's scared, he just thinks they're cheap scares, but would do it for you

He wasn't amused at all, but as long as you enjoyed it, he was happy

Now escape rooms were more his thing

He enjoyed solving the puzzles with you

Rather than scare the other members with you, he tries to make you not do it

Especially since Kayn was really mad about your little prank of turning off the lights and grabbing him when he was watching horror movies. But if an occasion like that presents itself...

Aphelios

He and Alune didn't really celebrate Halloween as kids so you're determinated to make it up to him

Like making your costume with him

He really enjoyed it, especially cleaning up with you after ~

He got really scared in the haunted house, but actually liked it

But found the escape room kind off boring

As for scaring the other boys...He loved it!

You two decided to pull off a bigger prank and make the other boys think that there was a murder in their apartment before they moved in and there's a ghost there now

So you two began flicking the lights on them all the time, always covering eachothers backs

And doing other ghost shenanigans

Until finally, when they were busy you drew a chalk outline under the carpet and when they came back, pretended to trip on it, rolling it up a little and revealing a little of the outline

Needles to say, everyone was scared shitless

Untill you couldn't stop yourself and started giggling

They were so pissed at you two

Ezreal

He's not the biggest fan of Halloween, but can enjoy some aspects of it

Like making a cute costume with you

Maybe vampires? Or werewolfs?

Would ultimately let you decide, but would like something he can look hot in

Of course hated the haunted house since he got scared shitless

And just watched you do all the work in the escape room

He finally gets to get back at the others for teasing him all the time! Especially with your help

And you were more than eager to help

Especially since hiding in Setts plushie pile to scare him was cozy

And his reaction was priceless

Sett

He thought a matching costume would be cute

As long as he didn't have to wear sleeves

Was sure the haunted house would get you scared and wasn't sure if he wanted to go with you

But alas you needed your knight in shining armour

So he went

And surprise, surprise, he was the one scared

You had to be hugging him

But you enjoyed it

He was surprisingly helpful in the escape room

And he loved scaring the other boys

Like how you two made Kayn think he was haunted

Maybe he deserved it tho

K'Sante

He loved making your costume with you

You two looked the best no matter where you went to and Halloween was no exception

You both thought the other would get scared in the haunted house, but you both were just fine

In the escape room, he wanted to help you, but also enjoyed seeing you so focused and the satisfaction on your face when you solved a puzzle

But wasn't that keen on scaring the other boys

Maybe except Aphelios

He's still mad about the protein powder

That poor man was afraid to leave his room for a week after you made him think he found you dead

But it's all good now

And maybe he won't mess with his gains now

[ao3sbatfamily]

fairly new to the fandom, do you have any identity reveal red hood as jason fics off the top of your head? Absolutely no pressure tho lol

obligatory angst adoption fic

'hungry for strays' by Ghxst_Bird

Author: @ghost-bxrd

The baby bird’s Jason’s now. If Bruce wants him back he sure as fuck needs to steamroll through that stupid rule of his.

Nobody is touching the kid ever again.

Green tints the edges of his vision, confused, questioning, angry, but Jason pushes it back with an inward snarl, the image of Replacement saying— knowing— that nobody- no.

Replacement is just an unfortunate puppet in all of this. Jason can see it now.

He steps forward, gloved hand reaching past the wary doctor to put it lightly on Replacement’s— Tim’s?— forehead, pushing back strands of bloody hair as gently as he knows how.

“I’ll take care of him,” Jason says, and something in the doctor’s expression eases.

No more dead birds.

obligatory comedic adoption fic

'red chrome' by envysparkler

Author: @envysparkler

The coffeemaker was standing now, looming in the shadows.  It was sneering at him, metallic red and—had someone drawn a bat on it?  Ha-ha, let’s all make fun of Tim’s coffee addiction.

“The Batfee-maker,” Tim breathed out, chuckling and immediately regretting it.  The table was so cold.  “The Coffee-batmaker?”

There was a low and distinctly confused, “What the fuck.”

“Oh, great,” Tim whispered, “It’s talking.”  Auditory hallucinations were symptom number seven?  Eight?  Sleep deprivation was such a pain—stupid body and stupid daily requirements, Tim was fine, he got the message, he’d sleep when he was dead.

Done.  He meant done.  He’d sleep when he was done, though death was looking like the preferable option at the moment.

He needed coffee.  And he needed to finish his report.  Tim blearily dragged his head up again—the coffeemaker was back on the counter and back in coffeemaker form.  Unfortunately, it was still showing the error message.

[higanbana-writer]

Accidentally Scaring Them

Characters: Kyōjurō, Zenitsu, and Tanjirō A/N: Inspired by that time I scared myself when I saw my own reflection at night, face hidden behind a curtain of hair like Sadako from The Ring, lol.

Chirk.

The match struck against its box, setting itself alight and softly illuminating the dark room. You held it over the candle you’d set up on the table centered in the room, careful to not let the wig you were wearing catch fire. Once the candle had been lit, you put the match out and grab your hand mirror. In it, you could see your deathly pale complexion, gaunt cheeks, and dark circles under your eyes. Of course, everything you saw in your reflection was nothing more than the work of makeup, done by Shinobu herself.

Earlier that day, she’d sought you out for help in scaring Giyū. During a recent meeting of the Hashira, Mitsuri had mentioned how it was almost that time of the year for the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons to start, and Shinobu had gotten inspired by it. Her plan was to have some people – namely you and Kanao – dress up as traditional ghosts and scare the living daylights out of the poor Water Hashira.

You had agreed to let her dress you up and the prank ended up going rather well. It certainly hadn’t been fun for Giyū, suddenly being approached by two ghostly figures while walking down a desolate alley; even though he hadn’t screamed or anything of that sort, you saw how he blanched and the way all life left his eyes. Shinobu had a blast though, popping up behind Giyū shortly after and almost giving him a heart attack.

And with the day now over, you’d returned back to your room, still dressed in your costume. But before you removed your makeup and changed clothes, you wanted to admire your ghastly appearance for one last time. Holding your mirror at different angles, you had to admit, Shinobu did a great job at making you look terrifying. To add on to the makeup she’d done, she made you wear a wig with extremely long, black hair and don on a simple white kimono. Very traditional indeed.

Wanting to experiment with your current attire, you moved all of the hair from your wig to the front, fully covering your face. At that moment, you heard your door slide open and your beloved calling your name as he entered your room.

---

Kyōjurō Rengoku

- “Oh, I’m sorry.”

- Kyōjurō apologizes like he’s just walked into the wrong room and immediately steps right back out, politely sliding the door closed. He stands there for a good half minute, trying to process what he just saw.

- That was your room he just walked into, right?

- After double checking, he confirms that indeed, it is your room. Huh, either it’s haunted or he’s seeing things. Well, it has been an extremely long day for him. Maybe he’s more tired than he thought and really is just seeing things.

- Figuring that there’ll be nothing there when he looks again, he opens the door.

- Annnnnd, he comes face to face with a curtain of black hair, the flickering candle on the table casting an eerie glow in the background.

- A smile freezes on his face as his soul promptly evacuates his body.

- “….Kyōjurō?”

- You wave a hand in front of him and receive no response. It isn’t until you part your wig and reveal your face to get a proper look at him, that he snaps back into motion.

- “It was you, [Name]? I got startled for a moment there.”

- With a shaky laugh, a look of utter relief enters his eyes as he wraps his arms around you. At least he can rest assured now that your room isn’t haunted.

- Maybe he should suggest that you add more candles in your room.

---

Zenitsu Agatsuma

- He lets out the shrillest scream you’ve ever heard come out of him. Honestly, it’d be a miracle if his vocal chords still worked after this.

- “Zenitsu-“ You begin as you rise to your feet.

- Bad move.

- “GYAAAA, IT KNOWS MY NAAAAAAME!!!”

- May your eardrums rest in peace. Somehow, he gets even louder and before you can even blink, he's out cold on the floor.

- Of course, due to all the commotion he made, other residents of the Butterfly Mansion come flocking to your room in no time. You explain what happened and unsurprisingly, nobody is shocked, all but used to Zenitsu’s antics by now.

- Shinobu gets a great laugh out of the situation. Not only were you able to scare Giyū, but Zenitsu as well. An unexpected, but great bonus!

- After Zenitsu wakes up, he immediately begins clinging to you like a piece of gum stuck in your hair. No matter where you go, he’s right there with you. Even when you tell him – multiple times at that – that the ‘ghost’ he saw had simply been you dressed up as one, he refuses to let you out of his sight.

- Seeing how scary your ghost costume was must have traumatized him, as it took him an entire week to tentatively venture away from your side. And even then, he refused to walk through the mansion alone at night for the following couple of months.

- You made a note to never, ever dress up as a ghost again while within Zenitsu’s vicinity.

---

Tanjirō Kamado

- The two of you stare at each other for a moment.

- Well, it was more like Tanjirō stared at you while you did your best to squint past all the hair. Then, all of a sudden, he rushes over like a solicitor on a mission. He kneels down across the table from you, his back straight and hands clasped in his lap in a respectful manner.

- “Miss Ghost!” He begins in complete earnestness.

- ???

- Does Tanjirō really believe you’re a ghost right now??

- “I understand that to be here, you must have died with many regrets. But I must ask you to vacate this room! You see, this is my partner’s room and I don’t think they would be very happy sharing it with a spirit. I will be more than happy to help you move on! Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you!”

- To finish off his mini speech, Tanjirō brings his hands together in a prayer and chants a short mantra.

- You’re not even sure where to begin. Should you be more surprised that he just said all that to someone whom he believed to be a ghost, or at the fact that he even knows Buddhist mantras?

- “Err… I appreciate you trying to make my room ghost free, but it’s just me.” You take off your wig, giving him a rather awkward smile.

- Tanjirō flushes and lets out a sheepish laugh, scratching the back of his head. “…Can we please forget this ever happened?”

- After getting over his initial embarrassment, however, he becomes fascinated by your costume and even asks you to perform a mini runway walk for him. Needless to say, the two of you had quite a fun night goofing off with your ghostly appearance.

[strawurberries]

Tongue and Teeth

Summary: Vash x reader porn with absolutely no plot.

Authors Notes: I got a little lazy near the end, and I haven't proof read this yet so please be nice 😭 ASDFGHJHGF But i hope you all enjoy!!

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m/f receiving), uhhh idk? It's porn lol

“W-wait!” Vash slapped a hand over his mouth, lewd songs leaving his bruised lips. If he wasn’t so fucked out he would’ve cringed from embaressment—never would he have guessed that one day he would be laying in a moonlit room, tangled in the blankets and body of his lover. It had to be a gift from God, or perhaps fate; regardless, whoever had given him the chance to experience this moment, whether it be divine, devilish, or mortal? He thanked them sincerely. 

Another touch ghosted over his thighs, so unbearably warm. A small line of drool pooled out the corner of his mouth, hitting scarred his shoulder with embarrassment and longing. He couldn’t take this anymore—the fleeting touches, the giggles, and feather-light caresses. It had taken a while to coax his cock—well, something similar: beautiful and a light, glowing blue textured with bumps and ridges—out of him. Shly hidden in the depths of his slit, curling and waiting for any sort of stimulation. She had pressed a finger into him, thumbing his flesh walls as her tongue tasted everything he had to offer. Within a couple minutes (and God, what an eternity rested in those minutes) he had revealed himself fully, the cool desert air making him shiver and throb with desire. Since then, since her victory, she had done nothing but tease! Tease! Tease! Tease—

A hand rubbed the top of his slit, slightly touching his cock as sharp teeth found their way into his inner thigh. Pleasure and pain were a combination that brought him back to the stars, the high he’ll never attain again—the infinite possibilities of the universe all twisted into a mural of dots painting along the horizon, and he was lucky enough to be able to see it. 

Another bite and another flick of her finger.

A sob got caught in his throat.

“I’m sensitive!” he whined, slamming his eyes shut—as if every mortifying noise he made would fade into the darkness and leave his burning, red cheeks alone. He knew, though, that he was in trouble now. She didn’t like it when he turned his head away—or closed his eyes in this case. She loved to make sure he watched his own reactions, his body as he moved in ecstasy, and observed as she did every dirty thing he could ever hope to imagine. It made his entire stomach twist when she’d grab his face, force him to watch as wrapped those plump lips around him—

Oh god.

The thoughts that plagued him—the images of her, neatly seated in between his thighs, elbows on the bed and face so close against him he could feel her hot breath as it fanned across his cock—he whimpered and tossed his head to the side, panting like a dog. The image was too good, too divine. Those soft eyes, soft skin, her warm mouth. . . he bucked his hips and gasped. “Please!” He didn’t know what he was asking for, what he wanted so badly his entire stomach coiled in suspense and desire, but he knew that if he begged enough, she’d understand and give him what mortal love he longs for. 

A soft, delicate, almost feather-like touch dusted along his chest. He sucked in a deep breath, shuddering out a sigh when he heard her voice, lips brushing along his ear, “darling, you know the rules.” Her voice dripped like honey, sweetening his mouth to the point that all he wanted was to taste her again—feel her every essence. He was an addict, and Oh God did he enjoy every second of it. 

He whined, bucking his hips, again “I can’t!” He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. A delicious pain throbbed at him, ebbing him closer to abandoning all sense of pride. A spike of pleasure, seasoned with the feeling of emptiness and hurt, crushed through his heart as it slowly made its way down further, further. . . further until it hit that delicious spot in between his legs.

She laughed and pulled back, setting herself on him—oh no. Her deliciously hot flesh thrummed against his, pressed against his erection, but she did nothing with him. She watched, observing as he waited for something, anything, to happen. With a grin and grabbed the base, blowing cool air over the tip.

A spike of pleasure shot through him so quickly, overtaking his senses in such a flurry he didn’t even realize he had grabbed her hips, throwing his entire body into her as his eyes snapped open. He lifted her up slightly, relieving enough pressure off his cock so he could think straight. Her hand slid off slowly, painfully slow, as if she didn’t want to let go (he didn’t want her to let go but he was scared, nervous of how wonderful he felt. Does he deserve this? Deserve her?)

“I’m sensitive,” he repeated breathlessly. Through hooded eyes he watched her: curves illuminated faintly by the midnight mood, hair messy from the ruthless tugging he had inflicted upon her, and that gorgeous face. 

“Oh?” she grinned and pressed herself into him

He yelped, throwing his head back. “M-mayfly! Wait! Wait!”

She dragged her hand down his chest, tickling his scars as she went, “you’re getting awfully distracted, aren’t you?’

“Never! I’ve never been dis—” he moaned when she finally reached where he wanted her too. With a firm gasp she grabbed him, kitten icking the tip. Several strings of saliva dripped off her teeth, rounding the curve of her bottom lip only to connect with the burning flesh she held just below her mouth. 

“How’s that feel?” she licked again, pulling away the moment he squirmed or gasped. “C’mon Vash, answer the question or I’ll stop here.”

He whined. It was too much, he couldn’t do it. The pulsing pressure that kept dulling fading in the pit of his stomach, only to rear its head the moment she touched him—this is what the ocean tide must feel like. One moment everything he lusted for was rushing towards him, only to be ruthlessly ripped back and tossed into the swirling depths of the sea. “P-please,” he cried, eyes stinging painfully. 

She hummed, “answer the question, Vash, and I’ll make you feel good.”

He slapped a hand over his eyes, stomach tight with anxiety. “I-it’s good but I need,” he sucked in a deep breath, “I need more, please.”

“All you had to do was ask, Love.” And, with that, she wasted no time lowering her head, lips wrapping around him and showing him what heaven felt like. Her tongue swirled around him, tucking itself under every ridge and bump that decorated him; warm saliva mixed with his precum, dripping messily out of her mouth and onto the parts of him she couldn’t take with her mouth alone. Once she realized her mouth was lacking, she used her hand to pump the rest of him, bringing her other hand to fondle her breast. 

He gasped and gripped the sheets, fingers digging into the mattress. A flurry of white hot pleasure started to build down within him, slithering through his veins like a disease that he could only praise. She hollowed her mouth, sucking her cheeks in, her teeth grazing along him—”fuck!” He slammed his head back into the pillow, bucking up. “I’m–’m so so sorry!” he groaned as he shoved his hips into her face again, unwillingly moaning at the choking sound she gurgled out. “Please!” He frantically grabbed her head, lightly tangling his fingers in her hair as he guided her; moving her head slowly as first, but quickly picking up pace as the knot within the depths of his belly began to coil into an impossibly tighter sense of pleasure. He pressed his free hand into the bed, pushing himself up—oh God. 

She had nearly half of him in her mouth, one hand pumping what she couldn’t fit, and the other slowly trailing down to her cunt. Her fingers lazily rubbed her clit, focused mainly on making Vash feel good. He choked back tears and mumbled out a string of barely unrecognizable words. At the sound of his voice, she glanced up, making eye contact with him and he mewled. He slammed her head down, crying out another apology as he hit the back of her throat, feeling the vibrations of her gag echo through him and in one, shuddering sigh, he fell back onto the bed with a thud. In a daze he heard the sound of a pop as she took him out of her mouth. A hand pressed into his chest and he turned his head to face her, face heating up at the sight of his cum leaking down her chin. “D-did I hurt you?” He grabbed her waist, nervously rubbing the flesh. 

“No,” she smiled, “I like it when you’re a little rough.”

His heart skipped a beat and he nearly started crying.

“So I was rough?!” he buried his face into the base of her neck, “I’m sorry! So sorry! I won’t do it again! Promise. I-i just got caught up in everything, you know? I—”

She nibbled on his ear, drawing him away from his ramblings. “You’re fine, Vash. But if you’re really sorry, I have an idea of what you can do to make it up to me.”

He sucked in a deep breath, “y-yeah?” Several stray tears fell down his face, but she kissed them away quickly. After a moment of silence she pulled back and shuffled up to hover over his chest, “I wanna feel good too~” she pressed one hand against the headboard, the other going back to fondle herself. “Watching you be all fucked out—” he whined and gripped her hips tighter, “made me jealous.”

“I’ll make you feel good too,” he mumbled, nodding his head frantically, “whatever you want!” He watched as she rolled her nipple in between her fingers, panting lightly at her own touch. He bet he could make her feel better than she would ever be able to do by herself. His cock started to throb again.

“How kind,” she grinned, bringing her slick covered hand to his lips, wiping herself on him. “Are you ready?” 

He licked his lips and nodded, not trusting himself to speak with excitement and lust so strongly beating at his throat. This almost felt like a prize, yet shouldn’t she be mad? He was too rough, he had made her choke! Wouldn’t she rather—

"Good boy,” she cooed. “You know what to do, right?”

Oh god. He bucked into her, all thoughts leaving his head like the good boy he was. If she wanted this, who was he to deny that? “Of course, Mayfly!” He shimmed under her, hands gripping her thighs as he stared up at her cunt. “Beautiful,” he muttered, tugging her down lower, “so beautiful.”

He pressed her nose against her, inhaling her scent as he debated on whether or not to tease her, but her slick dripped down his face, and he decided he didn’t have the patience for that tonight. Like a starved man, he attacked. His tongue ran along her folds, sucking anything he could wrap his lips around, periodically finding his way back to her clit; he’d slowly circle his tongue around it, lightly scraping his teeth against her as she shivered and moaned. 

He pulled back, admiring his world. She was wet, needy, and so mesmerizing. If this was his last sight before he died, he would die a happy man.

“V-vash!” she moaned.

He ignored the urge to tease her more, licking his lips as he hummed an acknowledgement. He plunged his tongue into her, lapping and drinking whatever came his way. Soon, he was lost in the haze of desire, teeth lightly gnawing and lips coated in layers of his lover's cum. After a moment he realized her legs were shaking, light cries leaving her lips. He grasped her tighter, positioning her so he could hold her with one hand as he brought his other hand—his prosthetic hand—to caress her more. 

She screamed with delight and sung his name with such lust he nearly cummed again.

He shoved two fingers into her, stretching her walls as he moved back to her clit, savoring the moaning that drowned out the wet slap of his mouth against her. She gripped his hair, cursing and praising him all in one go, tugging harshly. He let her take her anger out on him, moaning into her as a flash of pain struck him. 

Her thighs flexed and she thumped her head against the wall, “Vash! Vash!” He didn’t stop, feeling her clench around his fingers. With a loving hum he flicked his tongue faster, sucking on her like she was going to be her last meal. With a couple more pumps of his fingers, she gasped and collapsed onto him, his mouth greedily leaving her clit to consume his reward. 

“Such a good boy,” she mumbled, “so, so, good for me.”

After he finished his meal he sat up, bringing her to sit in his lap as he wrapped his around her. “Anything for you.” He loved her more than she could ever know. And he longed to serenade her all day with how amazing she was, but, for now, a hug would have to suffice. 

She sighed and buried her face into his chest. She wiggled and then paused, looking at him tiredly, “are you hard again?”

He awkwardly moved his hips and huffed, “maybe?” He gave a sheepish grin.

She smiled and laughed, trailing a hand down his chest once more, “fine by me~”

Tags: @sunspottss @cascading-escapist

[thetravelingtyper]

On the same page... Pt 10 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader Bookshop! AU)

Friday morning turns into Friday night with Simon's promise and continued presence...

Part 9, Part 11, Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, Fluff, FLUFF

AN: This chapter was gonna contain all of Saturday, but that would have been way too long. This chapter is dedicated to Pokemon movies 1-5 whose vhs tapes fuel the writing lol

Your eyes widen before you lean into the kiss with a breath out of your nose. The hand cupping your cheek trails down to your neck, thumbing circles into soft skin. His eyes closed as he savors the connection eventually parting with a pleased hum as he feels you clench his hand tighter. You pull back as he opens his eyes eyelids low and a smile creeps onto his lips as he sees the tears subside. You feel appreciation well up in your chest, and a soft affection that threatens to spill out of your lips his eyes trace your lips and you take in a breath, finally calm. Your other hand goes to his arm, feeling muscle tense under the ministration as you give a shaky exhale, the emotion swirling in your chest. 

You spare a small smile, excitement a potent thing in your nerves as you feel the want to shy away from the affection, but Simon’s hand entwined with yours pulls to his chest so you can feel the fluttering of his heart. He chuckles then, seeing your eyes widen when you feel his heart pounding. 

“I mean it.” He speaks, his voice hushed and soft. You look up at him with wonder, his eyes flickering to your lips again before he gives a wink when you blush. 

“I believe you, Simon. I think I'd like that.”

His eyes widen then and you move to tuck your head into his neck as you mumble,

“I would like that.” 

-

You both sit a moment longer in each other's company before you feel you should return to the store. You part from Simon a little shy but he takes your cheek a final time before looking into your eyes in question, you nod and he grins, allowing you up before sweeping you into an embrace. He presses a kiss to your forehead before parting with a lighter heart. 

“I need to take you out properly love.”

You smile up at him sweetly and a hand coming to his jaw before you answer,

“I’d like that.”

You are hesitant to part from him but you feel hunger pull at your stomach.

“Let’s make dinner and get back downstairs Simon.”

He nods leaning into your hand before speaking.

“I brought you something dove, would you like me to bring the flowers up?” 

You nod to him, parting with a final kiss on his lips. He nods and moves from the couch with a final glance at the rings. As he moves downstairs you take a deep breath. You look over to the rings before picking them and the note up. It means nothing you think, but your mind whispers there is something. Shaking off the conflicting emotions you set them in a trinket bowl on the coffee table, deciding it wasn't something you wanted to deal with in your current mindset. You stand just for a moment looking at them before booted steps up the stairs call your attention. 

You open the door for him as Simon carries the Sunflowers with the rose tucked into them and a box. He offers you the box, and you realize it is a 6-inch cake box. You look up at him curiously but he just smiles. You lead him to the kitchen table where he sets the flowers down and you set the box down. He rearranges the flowers that shuffled in the move but ignores the rose. 

“The box?” You ask with a building curiosity and that gets Simon to hum, turning back to you once he is happy with the flowers. He then moves to the box and gently opens it revealing something beautifully delicious that makes you gasp. 

“Oh Simon,” Your heart melts at the sight of a beautifully decorated cake. It's all one tier but from the naked sides, you can tell it is a 3 layer, and Neapolitan too. There was a simple rosette trim at the top and bottom of the cake and a cascading of sugar pearls decorating the sides of the cake. You look at it in awe, the white pearls glimmering in the light of the kitchen. 

“Did you?”

Simon comes to your side a hand reaching for you and you step into his arm as it comes around your middle. He pulls you to him and you lean your head against his chest. 

“Yea. Johnny said it was your favorite. Been working on it for a little while. The cake layers I made Thursday while you were out. I just made the icing and assembled it this afternoon.”

You look up at him and lean on your tip toes to press a thankful kiss to his cheek. His heart kicks up a beat and his eyes soften when he looks down to you. He turns away with a blush at your pleased grin.

“Let's make dinner then, we can set it in the fridge to chill.”

Simon nods and parts letting you move the cake into the fridge and pull out some ingredients to make a quick dinner of a stirfry with some of your leftover vegetables. As you work the pan Simon looks at the rose in the center of the sunflowers. What was James’s plan? Something in him settles when watching you hum as you work. No matter what happens, he thinks, he’ll be here.

-

At 7 Simon follows you downstairs with an extra plate of food for Sam in hand as you make it to the counter. He sets the plate down as you call out to Sam and welcome the remaining customers. The ladies are still sitting in the chairs when you turn the corner. They lighten up when they see you and Sam looks up from one of the chairs.

“You alright young lady?” One of the ladies looks up to you kindly.

You smile gracefully at her a nod.

“Doing much better now. Sam, dinner is ready.” Said man grins and offers a polite “excuse me” to the ladies who wave him off as Simon peeks around the corner. The older ladies take notice of him instantly and gasp. One of the ladies you know, Evelyn grins at you.

“Now who's this?” She asks and you look at Simon with wide eyes. He approaches coming to your side before introducing himself with a nod.

“Simon Riley Ma’am” 

“I’ve seen you around young man! You come in here quite often.”

He nods at that and looks back at the food. The ladies notice this and wave you and Sam off.

“Go on and eat dears don’t let us stop you.”

You nod and part ways for the counter retrieving the plates and settling into the chairs for a quick dinner. As you eat a conversation about books and the store picks up. You fit easily into the conversation as you take between bites of food. Simon settles easily at your side adding to the conversation every once in a while.

Evelyn notices his closeness and turns to him, a knowing smile lighting up her face.

“So Simon how long have you been in the city?”

He turns to her with a raised brow, 

“About a month and a half. Why do you ask?”

“I’ve seen you in the store and during book hours. I just wonder what brings you so often?” She winks at the both of you and you blush.  

Simon glances at you, a soft smile playing on his lips before he responds. “I’ve always loved books, ma’am. And this place feels like a second home.”

“Oh, isn’t that sweet?” one of the other ladies chimes in. “It’s rare to find a young man so interested in reading these days.”

“Do you have a favorite genre, Simon?” Evelyn asks, her eyes twinkling with interest.

“I enjoy a bit of everything, but I have a soft spot for history and thrillers,” Simon replies, his voice warm.

The ladies nod approvingly. The conversation continues, with you and Simon both contributing stories about your favorite books and memorable moments in the store. The atmosphere is relaxed and friendly, Sam finishes his plate first, and as you and Simon finish he mentions,

“While I would love to stay and chat ladies it is getting late and I want to be sure you get home safely.” He takes yours and Simon's plates and stands.

The ladies look to the clock and Evelyn offers a “oh my! Sorry to have kept you so late Sammy dear.” 

As they gather their things and get up Simon rises to help them up with gentle hands. The ladies coo at this calling him quite the “handsome gentleman.” As the group moves toward the counter you move ahead with Sam to help them check out. Each lady leaves with a small bag of books and as you bid them a good night Evelyn lingers as the ladies pass out into the cold, their collars and jackets buffeting the cold.

She turns to Simon and smiles, she pats his arm tenderly as he looks down to her in question.

“Ma’am?” A deep voice questions and she mentions for him to lean down. Her eyes turn to you as you talk with Sam behind the counter. You tilt your head back in a laugh before turning an eye to Simon in curiosity. You smile at him and wave to Evelyn and the older woman nods. As you turn back to Sam, Evelyn speaks to Simon in a motherly tone.

“Take care of her Simon. She’s been through a lot. I saw what happened earlier. You are good for her.” She grips his arm gently as he nods,

“Of course.” 

Simon feels a sliver of satisfaction as he helps Evelyn to the door. She thanks him and departs with a final goodbye. The store was finally empty except for the three of you allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief as the day was finally over. 

Simon approaches you as you walk around the counter. Sam went to straighten the chairs while you looked up at Simon. He gives you a small smile and your heartbeat picks up as his eyes shine. He seemed happy at the moment and this was reflected when he wraps his arms around you and tugs you into him, his nose settling into your hair as he hums. You relax in his arms, the events of the day momentarily forgotten in the affection. 

You turn your ear to his chest, comforted by the rapid beating of his heart. 

“Do you have to go?”

You ask it softly and Simon thinks about it. He didn’t need to go home but he wanted to respect your space and give you time to process. He pulls apart to look down into your eyes.

“Is that what you want Dove?”

You smile up at him. 

“We could get the nail polish out, have a girl’s night.”

He chuckles,

“If that is what you want.”

That pulls a large smile on your face and excitement bubbles up in you. You pull out of his arms and peck his cheek before hurrying to lock up the store. Once the deadbolt is set you return to the counter after shutting off the lights. Sam reappears and looks at Simon with a grin.

“Man might as well move in at this point man.”

Simon smirks,

“Don’t tempt me.”

-

You three make it up the stairs and upon your suggestion make it to the kitchen for a well-deserved cake break. As Simon sets a slice in front of you and Sam your best friend grins.

“We have to keep you around now.”

Simon huffs a laugh sitting down next to you. You take a bite of the cake and marvel at its fluffiness. You can tell he used real strawberries and vanilla, the lighter flavors mixing perfectly with a chocolate cake. There were even slivers of chocolate in the cake that melted on your tongue. You look to Simon who took no slice and frown. You cut your slice down the middle and offer him a bit from your fork. He raises a brow and tenderly takes the bite seemingly savoring the flavor of his creation. You move to grab another fork but an arm curls around you, hazel eyes watch you.

“I'm fine with sharing love.”

You nod with a slight flush to your face and you both split the rest of the cake. Sam watches you two with interest, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he pulls you and Simon into a conversation about desserts. Sam guides the conversation easily, wanting to see how Simon reacts to your passion for baking. As you start on your cookie recipe you get really excited. 

“So to offset the bitterness of the dark chocolate you add a little flaky sea salt to the top. The combination of flavors with the browned butter is called the Millard reaction.”

Simon just nods, allowing you to excitedly list out your specialty cookies, a little smile on his lips as you lose yourself in something you clearly enjoyed doing. His arm moves to the back of your chair as you turn to lean into to him.

“We should bake tomorrow before meeting the guys!”

Simon nods his fingers tracing patterns into your arm. Any time spent with you was good in his book, not to mention Johnny raving about your cookies. The Scot, seemingly hooked, heckled Simon to get his ass into the bookstore to meet you. Truthfully Johnny had a major soft spot for baking, especially being Simon’s test buddy in the later years of their service. When Simon would come over for the game he would usually bring his newest experiment for the men to try. Simon took great satisfaction in feeding people he learned. 

“Sure.”

Your smile was reward enough. He turns and finishes the rest of the cake as Sam does. Sam reaches over and takes the plate from Simon and sets it in the sink before turning to the two of you.

“I'll get you some sweats Simon then be off to bed.”

Simon nods and Sam departs. You get up to do the dishes and you hear Simon stand, pushing in the chairs and coming behind you. As you work his arms come around you as he leans against you. Cuddle Bug you think but only smile to yourself as you work. You hear Sam set a pair of sweatpants on the counter before murmuring a “goodnight”.

“Goodnight and thank you.” Simon's voice rumbles from behind you and you turn to look at Sam with a nod of thinks. The man winks before leaving the two of you alone. You finish the dishes and set them to the side to dry, seeing this Simon spins you gently, allowing you to lean against the counter before his arms brace on either side of you. He watches you relax fully in his presence and a sense of home calls to him. You look pretty, as always, but you're comfortable and he’s happy here. 

“Thank you for staying.” You look up to him with eyes full of emotion.

“Of course Muse, I meant what I said about being with you.” He dips his head.

“I guess I owe you a date then?” You smirk up at him.

“Baking is more than enough. We can get dinner another day. Especially with everything coming.”

You frown at that, thinking of James makes you look to the rose, your arms crossing before you notice it in defense. Before you can though Simon gently grabs your elbow. You realize yourself then and sigh. Simon's other hand comes to your waist, a ghost of a touch but you step forward into his arms nonetheless. His hand moves to run through your hair as you speak in a low murmur.

“I don’t know what to do Si.”

He thinks for a moment before moving his other arm around you. 

“You aren’t alone. I’m here, we have Sam and Sofia each step of the way.”

You nod into his chest before replying,

“It’s just scary. The expectation of having to face everything again, seeing him after that night. Just what about Sam and the store for this tour, I don't want to have to leave him alone. But a gala is too much Simon, not again.”

His hand splays against your back as his jaw clenches,

“He will not touch you again Dove. I’ll stay with you through it all, I promise. But for tonight just focus on you,” The hand in your hair comes to your face and he tilts your head up to look at him, you find a sweet smile growing on his face, “focus on us.”

Appreciation blooms in your mind at his words, there is a determination there, dedication to you that feels real in the past few days Simon has shown himself to be sweet and true. He watches your face as you take in his promise, your eyes soon turn up to regard him.

“Is the nail polish still a go?” You ask it in a joking tone and he tilts his head back and laughs. A boyish smile lights up his face and his head dips down to kiss you. Your arms move, hooking around his neck as he caresses your cheek. He parts with a soft hum.

“Whatever you want sweetheart.”

You just grin.

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[gxodnightkiss]

i was wondering if you have any ocs of just like make up a character for a story. if you do then maybe can you write please a submissive yandere boy who's your classmate that would do anything for you and is shy x dominant female/ gn reader ? t

You don't have to ofc i was just wondering sorry if this is super weird😂

pairing ; (yandere!) (submissive!) striker x (dominant!) (fem!) reader

warnings ; sexually suggestive content, profanity, slight gun play

note ; TYSM FOR MY FIRST ASK !!! i srsly appreciate it so much !! and your ask isn't weird at all ! unfortunately, i don't have any ocs rn but your ask inspired me to write a short helluva boss thing lol ! i rlly hope you like it–i notice you interacted with my last helluva boss work, and it made my week ! :']

also... the lyrics from this piece are from "blue" by leann rimes, and it is such an amazing song asdfghjkl,, i recommend listening to it while you read!

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blue.

blue, / oh, so lonesome for you, / why can't you be blue over me?

you turn your head away, refusing him the satisfaction of looking directly into your eyes. he raises one of his hands, his fingers carefully ghosting across your jawline, stuttering as they do–like he knows it's wrong for his skin to meet yours. they begin inching toward your lips, prompting you to pull away from him as much as your restraints allow. the coarseness of the rope digs into your wrists. you gasp, partly from pain but mainly from the discomfort of his touch against your skin: "don't touch me."

"play nice," striker lazily drawls. dropping his hand to his holster, he chuckles, leaning forward until you can feel his breath fanning across your face. hoarsely, he mumbles about how pretty and soft you smell; he relents, his posture straightening as he nods toward his hip.

"i can be mean when i want to be, honey," he says, emphasizing his words by tapping against his holster. dragging his fingertips over the bulge of his weapon, he continues, "don't make me be mean."

you clear your throat. "maybe i like mean."

three o'clock in the morning, / here am i, / sitting here so lonely, / so lonesome i could cry

narrowing his eyes, he watches your face, tail whipping behind him with a sharp crack. it continues to fidget as he unsheathes his gun, the glint of his gold tooth competing with how his revolver's silver barrel gleams underneath the dim light.

"admit you need me," he says, the severity of his voice getting caught in his throat; instead, a low, garbled whine falls from him, his words lilted with mean desperation. the barrel of his revolver grazes along your face, dragging it upward until he finally settles on your cheek, pressing it into the fleshiest part before spinning the gun's cylinder. as the cylinder moves, soft, muted clicks sound out, revealing all six chambers are full. the bullets peek at you from the corner of your eye–a moment disrupted as striker snaps the cylinder back into place with a single, well-practiced motion, the fluidity of which makes you shiver.

with a steady, unwavering stare, his gaze meets yours. "i can do this all night," he chuckles. "now, say it."

now that it's over, / i realize, / those weak words you whispered, / were nothing but lies

"no."

he stalls. striker's mouth twitches upward into a smirk, his shoulders relaxing as he lowers the gun slightly. holding it against your bottom lip, he lingers, hungrily watching as the plushness of your skin cushions the barrel. a low, pitchy noise rumbles in his chest at the sight; then, his pupils tremble, focus flitting between your mouth and his gun. he shakes his head.

"i'm sick and goddamn tired of you bein' in my head," he snarls through gritted teeth. to punctuate his sentence, he twists the opening of the revolver into the underside of your chin, the motion similar to how someone grinds a cigarette into an ashtray. "the way you sit there, lookin' at me the way you do–you need me."

"do i?"

blue, / oh, so lonesome for you, / why can't you be blue over me?

"i know you love me, darlin'," he quickly says, a thin trail of drool dribbling from his jaw onto his shirt, "yer just playin' hard to get." you snort.

"look at yourself," you say, disgusted. "you're pathetic."

arching your back against the tightness of the rope ("can't have you gettin' away, girlie," he'd said earlier), you huff, the chair you're tied to gently wobbling from side to side. still, as you're struggling, you don't allow him the opportunity to speak. "i-i bet you'd do anything to touch me," you muse, condescension honeying your voice.

"yes." the word comes out a quiet hiss. you can see how taut striker's muscles are underneath his jacket, how his fingers loosen and tighten around the revolver's handle. his claws are scraping against the metal like he needs proof that it's there–like the gun's weight alone isn't enough to tether him anymore.

you peer up at him as you wet your lips, a faint metallic taste lingering from where his gun rested. striker's fangs gnash against the quiet that follows as if he's desperate to taste you. "yes, what?"

"yes, ma'am."

why can't you be blue over me?

[sunspearesque]

Nectar

Summary: by the Old Gods and the New, there exists no greater solace than the taste of one's lover following a wearisome day.

A/N: happy happy love day lovergals, boys, gays, and theys :D this is the first smutty smut i’m sharing with you as a treat for v-day and i’m so excited for y’all to read it :3 the idea for this smut dawned on me at work and lingered in my mind like a nagging ghost for a whole damned week ‘til i finally wrote it down lol !!! big thank u to my bestie @palioom for beta-ing <3

Pairing: Oberyn Martell × OFC from WoV

Rating: E (18+ only)

Content: established relationship (marriage); needy!Oberyn; food imitating blood; Wet and Wanting™️; teasing; vaginal fingering; finger sucking; i’m obsessed with his hands and so is she; size kink if you squint; pet names; this man loves to bite, smh; cum eating; a hint of soft!Oberyn

WC: 2.3K

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As night descended upon Dorne, the warmth of the day waned, yielding to the crisp coolness of the evening. Over the past few moons, Oberyn had established a new ritual, one that brought him solace.

Each evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he retreated to the balcony of their bedchamber, embracing it as a sanctuary. There, he would lounge upon a sumptuous, crimson velvet seat, his eyes fixed upon the vast expanse of the sea unfolding before him—a serene realm of water that seemed to murmur long-held secrets of bygone eras.

This balcony, the largest in the castle, served as a haven of intimacy for Oberyn and Nala. At its center, the aforementioned seat beckoned like a welcoming embrace, bearing witness to the couple's cherished moments. Every night, the chair cradled their forms, offering respite from the day's pressures, while an adjacent table held their favored fruits and wine, a testament to their shared evenings of leisure.

As the hours passed and the weight of council meetings bore down on Oberyn, he would return to their bedchamber, seeking the comfort of her company. There, he would find her already ensconced in the plush chair, her demeanor one of patient anticipation. She was a vision of allure, her raven tresses undulating and cascading down her back as she wore a black chiffon robe. Its fabric was transparent enough to reveal the contours of her body, teasing at the hardened peaks of her breasts and the curve of her ass beneath. Loosely tied at her waist, the robe boasted an open front, offering a drawing view of her cleavage, while its long, wide sleeves added an air of elegance to her form.

As Oberyn drew nearer to the balcony, the lilting melody of her humming reached his ears, and a warm smile crept across his face. There she sat, perched at the edge of the chair, engrossed in the simple task of peeling a pomegranate. The fruit's juices dripped from her hands onto a nearby plate, mirroring the vivid hue of blood beneath the moon's light.

She turned to face him as his presence enveloped the balcony, her eyes alight with warmth and affection. "Greetings," she whispered, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she continued to peel the fruit. His smile mirrored hers, crinkling the corners of his eyes in a display of genuine fondness.

"Greetings, my love," he responded in kind, as he lingered against the balcony wall.

“How did your meetings fare?" she inquired, her attention momentarily on the fruit she was deftly peeling.

"Dull," he admitted with a light chuckle. "I've missed you."

She glanced up at him with a teasing pout, her dark eyes softened. "Oh, my dear husband, ever so eager," she pitied playfully, inclining her head to beckon him closer. "Join me."

With a graceful and somewhat devilish smirk, he accepted her invitation, moving silently to sit behind her. He draped his legs on either side of her, encircling her waist with his arms as he rested his chin on her shoulder, their eyes focused on the fruit she continued to peel.

His lips graced her neck with slow, tender kisses. "I've missed your smell, my sweet girl," he murmured between each caress.

Nala chuckled softly at his words, a warm sensation of desire stirring within her. "I love it when you get this eager for me."

"I'm always this eager for you," he confessed, his breath sending shivers down her spine. His lips found her earlobe, and he sucked gently, coaxing a soft moan from her parted lips.

Her hands still held the pomegranate, its juices slowly staining her fingers. He took her right hand in his, his grip encompassing hers as he lifted it to his face. "I’ve never craved blood as much as I crave it now on your fingers," he confessed. He took her thumb into his mouth, sucking the sweet pomegranate juice clean from her digit. He repeated the sensuous act for each of her fingers on her right hand before moving on to her left. Nala's thighs squeezed together involuntarily as she felt the teasing warmth of his tongue on her fingers, a primal ache building between her thighs. He noticed that, and a quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

Relishing in the intoxicating closeness they shared, he shifted to rest his back against the plush chair. Spreading his legs, he created a welcoming space for her. She moved with grace and settled between his legs, her back pressed to his firm chest. She let out a contented hum, reveling in the sensation of his warm embrace.

His wandering hand traced a path down the light fabric of her robe, slipping beneath the material to cup the tender swell of her breast. He squeezed it gently at first, eliciting a soft gasp from her, before his calloused fingers danced over her hardened nipple.

"Oberyn..." Her voice quivered with pleasure as she closed her eyes, savoring the delicious sensation of his touch, a craving that had consumed her throughout the day.

His voice, laced with desire, broke through the silence of the night. "Why are you wearing this robe?" he asked, hoarsely. He squeezed her breast a bit harder, urging her to answer.

"For you, my love," she breathed, her voice now shaky. "I’m aware it's your favored one."

A deep groan escaped him as he lowered himself down, his strong fingers turning her face to meet his. Their lips crashed together in a passionate, fervent kiss. Oberyn's tongue delved into her mouth, savoring the mingling flavors of wine and pomegranate.

"You wore it for me, my love?" he murmured against her lips, the intensity of his kiss unwavering. "Do you long for me to stretch this sweet little cunt of yours?"

Her moans were muffled as he continued to kiss her with unbridled ardor.

He reluctantly parted from her, allowing her to catch her breath. "Please, my prince," she whined, her lips now blushed and swollen from his relentless ministrations.

"Who's eager now?" he teased, a devilish smile playing on his lips. His hand began to creep down the fabric of her robe, and her thighs instinctively parted, welcoming his touch.

Beneath the fabric, her skin felt warm and inviting, quivering as his rough, calloused fingers delicately traced her inner thighs. He sought to drown in her essence, to immerse himself in her body and her very being.

"My love..." she whispered, her fingers extending to circle his wrist and guide his hand to the heated core between her thighs. He cupped her mound with his right hand, his touch sending waves of desire coursing through her.

Leaning slightly toward her, he brought his lips closer to her neck, which she had willingly tilted back to rest upon his shoulder, offering him greater access. He rewarded her obedience with gentle bites to her neck, a quiet hum escaping his lips. He followed with open-mouthed kisses, tracing a path over the reddened bite marks with slow, deliberate sensuality.

She writhed between his legs, his towering presence engulfing her in his embrace. His shoulders, broad and formidable like a fortress, held her securely from behind, anchoring her in place. His hands, enormous and veined. His veins seemed to grow even more pronounced when he was impassioned or fervent—an occurrence not so infrequent. Yet, even amidst the intensity, his fingers, though calloused from years of training and combat, possessed a gentle touch as if she were a precious gem, and indeed, she was his most cherished gem.

His voice, normally hoarse and commanding as befitting a prince, now softened into a gentle coo reserved only for her. His sharp, dagger-like gaze, which could pierce through steel, melted into a tender look whenever he directed it at her. This shift in his demeanor and temperament had the power to dissolve her resistance, causing her to surrender the control she had always been hesitant to yield to anyone, not even to herself, until she met him.

He smelled like home, like the earth, or burnt wood or warm amber; that enveloped her like a comforting embrace. His scent permeated everything around her—their shared bed, their wardrobe, and the very air their child breathed. His scent was a reassuring familiarity, and the familiar was always a welcome comfort. She adored the moments when she started to smell like him whenever he was through with her, smelling like his skin, his sweat, and his cum; a fragrant reminder of his presence that stubbornly marked her mind, her heart, her skin, and her cunt.

His touch grew firmer on her mound, coaxing a moan from her as he felt her thighs quiver between his legs. Wetness pooled on his palm, a testament to her desire surging with each passing moment. His voice, low and sultry, brushed against her ear like a warm breeze, sending shivers down her spine. "She's weeping, my love," he whispered, his breath hot against her shell, "Open your eyes, Nala, look at her." With a subtle lift of his hand, he showcased his glistening palm, soaked in her slick, illuminated by the pale moonlight. She obeyed, her eyes fluttering open for a fleeting second before lazily turning her gaze towards his ear nestled behind her. "That's what your love does to her," she whispered, "She's aching, my prince." Her words dissolved into a whine that elicited a guttural groan from him. His grip on her jaw tightened, his fingers wrapping around the back of her neck, as he claimed her lips once more, kissing her with a consuming hunger that devoured her moans and left her panting when he finally released her.

His hand continued its sensual caress back on her cunt, tracing the contours of her wet folds with serpentine grace, massaging every ridge of her sex. His fingers moved with purpose, gliding up and down, feeling her clench around nothing each time he hovered dangerously close to her entrance. Veering away from her sensitive clit, a deliberate tease that left her trembling and yearning for more. Tears welled in her eyes as the unbearable ache intensified, her face nuzzling into the comforting crook of his neck as she stifled pathetic whines, murmuring pleas that spilled like a desperate prayer.

"Oh, I know, my sweet girl," he cooed, his lips brushing tenderly against her temple. His fingers continued to work their magic, gently parting her soaked folds, feeling the pool of wetness growing obscenely larger. His voice, muffled by the curtain of her hair, reached her ears as he asked, "What do you want, Nala? Speak to me."

"The teasing, my prince… It pains me," she whimpered.

He pressed a single finger against her hungry hole, a featherlight motion that allowed him to feel the eager embrace of her cunt, drawing him in deeper and deeper. Adding a second finger, he relished in the sound of her gasps and felt the grip of her fingers on his trousers, her nails digging into his thighs with a delightful sting. Her hands marked him as hers, forever claimed by her touch.

"Obery—" her voice began, but it was swiftly overtaken by a strained moan as his thumb finally found her throbbing clit.

Finally, finally, by the Seven, Oberyn.

Her eyes squeezed shut again, and her lips parted as she threw her head back onto his shoulder, her body instinctively spreading her thighs wider, a silent plea for more, an insatiable need that begged to be sated.

His thumb began to draw slow, lazy circles on her clit, all the while continuing his gentle pumping of his digits into her, starting to hear the sultry squelch of her slick.

"I will never tire of hearing your sweet moans when I stretch you," he breathed into her ear. "Do you find pleasure when I stretch you, hm? When I fill you up with my hands, my cock, and my seed?" he purred the question, his skilled ministrations unabating.

Her response was a chorus of "Yes, yes, yes," echoing in her mind and heart, the words unspoken but fervently felt.

He brought his other hand up toward her face, and she eagerly took his thumb into her mouth, sucking on it with a moan. Her lips created a seductive rhythm that mirrored the movements of his fingers between her thighs. Her body tightened around his intruding digits, a sign that her orgasm was approaching. He quickened his pace, adding a third finger and intensifying the circle he traced around her clit, driving her closer to ecstasy with every movement.

"Give it to me, princess," he growled through clenched teeth, the urgency in his voice matching the pace of his fingers. "Give your prince your sweet cum. I want it, I want to taste it, to drink it… Make me drunk on you."

Her grip on his thighs tightened to the brink of pain, and she began to tremble uncontrollably between his legs. Her release washed over her in waves as she came, crying out his name over and over again.

Withdrawing his hand from her throbbing cunt, he bent her forward, away from his chest, until she rested on her stomach, her hips raised and her lush ass presented invitingly to him. From behind, he eagerly lapped up every drop of her cum, his tongue caressing her soaked folds and trailing sensually to her tight, puckered ring of muscles. He drank greedily, savoring the taste of her release as she mumbled incoherently beneath him.

He pulled her back into his chest and turned her within his lap, pressing her chest against his, his rough hand tenderly cradling the back of her head as he peppered her cheeks and temples with sweet kisses. She melted limply in his arms, and he whispered, "I will always be eager for you," as she hummed contentedly against him.