#personally i think they jump and escape without a scratch

[stil-lindigo]

craters.

a comic about a love story between two girls who only have each other, and take a chance on it.

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[sirensea14]

A/n: Im writing this shit cuz i cant get them out of my head

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The Ruined Critters x parent!Reader

[Pick your favorite critter!]

Critter is referred to as him/her/it alternately

Typos and grammatical errors may be present here

You first encountered (Your/ Favorite/Critter) after you navigated through the caverns.

You thought the critter was cute so you kneeled down and offered your hands to it.

The critter paused for a while, thinking whether to jump and bite your face or dash and bite your hand.

Though it didnt notice you move to him/her first and you petted its head.

(Y/f/c) didnt move. But after a moment of petting, the little critter moved its head further to your hand for more petting. Unable to resist, you petted it more with both of your hands and gently took the critter off of its feet. (Y/f/c) tilted its head on you with interest. You hugged the little critter to death, emitting a small squeak sound of a plush.

The critter didnt resist, but it didnt return the hug either. He/she was limp in your arms. It simply purred faint sounds [that corresponds to the specie of (y/f/c)]

Moving on, you went in the playhouse with (y/f/c). It followed you crawling with small giggles and squeak noises.

You encountered the other ruined critters. You welcomed them with wide arms without thinking

(y/f/c) crawled in front of you and uttered noises that only they can understand. They glanced back and forth from (y/f/c) to you. Question was carved in your face as you lowered your arms. You awkwardly smiled at them

(y/f/c) then looked at you with expectant glowing white irises. "Well...?" You shrugged with a small sweat dropping from your forehead.

Before you knew it, you were swarmed by the critters. They loudly purred and brushed their heads against you, asking for pats. You quickly complied to their requests, your heart being filled with so much cuteness and joy

The playhouse was quickly filled with giggles and squeaks as you tried to navigate and do your task in the area. Tho, you lost (y/f/c) that you first encountered before entering the playhouse

Fortunately, (y/f/c) is actually on the back of your grabpack. Slightly and silently jealous of all the attention you're giving to the other critters

They all look the same and duplicated, almost nothing sets them apart from each other in terms lf personality. Only the first (y/f/c) was an exception

You finally finished the playhouse area. You bid farewell to the critters but they wouldn't budge. Crying for you to stay and play a little longer

"I'm sorry. I need to go, little ones." You apologized with a smile as you scratched the back of your head

They deflated and went back inside the area

(y/f/c) was silently content to the fact that he/she can have your attention alone. It was hiding secretly behind you on your grabpack

As you went to the stairs down, you felt something on your nape. "Wah! Why are you here?" It crawled down on you and laid on its back,asking for scatches

You, of course, gave in. The critter giggled and squeaked. You smiled at the little thing and hugged it again, "Alright, little buddy. Im keeping you" you placed the critter on your shoulder

You two saw a pool in the room. You went to the door beyond it. You dropped (y/f/c) on the floor and let it crawl near you

The two of you reached a dungeon-like area. You entered it and saw a bigger Dogday hanging on a cell

He told you to escape, and slightly panicked when he saw the critter crawl into his field of vision

You reassured him that he/she will not harm you. He/she even purred as it brushed its head onto your leg with a purr, trying to convince Dogday he/she was harmless to you

Suddenly, the ruined critters appeared from two sides of the room. Dogday panicked but you were delighted to see them again. They stopped from crawling and all of them went out to greet you

You asked them a favor to free the poor mutt from the leather belts that kept him hanging on a wall. They freed him and he grunted in fear, immediately crawling near you, "Thank you... Angel. With whatever power you have over these... These little ones."

You fired dogday's open wound with your flare gun to stop it from bleeding. He screamed and you gave him time to recover

You then strapped Dogday to your grabpack on your back, attempting to free him from this hellhole. The critters helped you carry him. You walked back to where you entered but it was locked, the floor beneath you creaking at how weak it was from carrying your doubled weight

Suddenly critters were crying, altogether. Catnap was outside of the dungeon, glaring at you, "What's wrong angel?"

The floor gave up, Catnap immediately pounced at the door as he attempted to open it, "You heretics!" He managed to open it and killed the mini critters that were left above

They had no choice but to follow you as they wailed. You were over Dogday, unable to stand up, "Wh-what's happening? Why are you looking at me like that?" You panicked, seeing the critters with forced hostility towards you. Black tears fell down their faces. Red smoke was coming down from above

Dogday immediately acted. He crawled through the tunnels, "Angel, slow them down!" You didnt want to. But you had no choice but to shoot them with your flare gun

A (y/f/c) crawled to your hanging legs, instead of biting like how the others attempted to do in your close calls, it looked at you with sad eyes, hugging your feet. You recognized the look as the first ruined critter you encountered back then and kept him/her on your leg

"HERETICS!" Catnap's voice echoed through as you fired the mini critters. The red smoke is still with them, seemingly controlling them. Dogday was crawling faster than them tho, you three slid down. The ruined critters were coming in every direction. He managed to jump through the other side as the gate closed. The critters banged their heads way too hard that caused a dent to the metal. Their cries and the sound of claws and bites fading as the lift went up.

Only one was left, (y/f/c). It hugged your leg close. You picked it up and hugged him/her, this time, it returned the hug with sniffles

You were back in Playcare, along with two new companions

You left Dogday under the statues for his safety, the remaining (y/f/c) plush stayed with you as you navigated through the next area, the Counselor's Office

It alerted you whenever Catnap is near or if there is Red smoke in the area. You covered the critter's mouth with a cloth before the encounters of course, hoping he/she will not inhale as much red smoke as the others had

When Catnap appeared in the Gas Production Zone, the critter yelped and hissed in fear. He/she climbed up to you and you ran towards the elevator

(y/f/c) stayed with you in the Safe Room, where you fought Catnap, assisting you with putting the batteries in the terminal whenever it needed to and alerting you if catnap is appearing in one of the corridors, whether he be an illusion or not.

You overcharged the green hand and fired it at catnap, (y/f/c) immediately ran towards you and cried. His/her face was on your shoulder, kind of like how a baby does to their parent. It was yelping in fear, especially when the prototype made his appearance int he scene.

(y/f/c) went with you as you reunited with poppy, Dogday was left behind as the Playcare's new guardian

Throughout the journey, you gave (y/f/c) the love it needed. You were a parent it yearned. You cared and sheltered it until Kissy screamed and the lift's seal was down.

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A/n: these ruined critters are dangerously cute on their own

Edit: added some things about the mini critter assisting you during the battle with catnap, lol

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Shades of Grey || CL16 {3}

Summary: Things get worse before they get better. Warnings: 18+ only, hurt/comfort. Word Count: 2k

F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four ||

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave without a goodbye,” Charles whispered to the quiet as he took your hand and kissed the top of it. “I didn’t mean to leave you.”

You looked down at your hand though you still stood near the door and swore you could feel his palm in yours just like when you held his hand under the stars. You ran your thumb over the empty space where he had a callus from repeated weight lifting in the gym and he jumped in his seat.

“Did you…” He shook his head and sighed before chiding himself. “Arthur thinks you might be able to hear me, and I think he’s crazy but I don’t know, I guess I just need to get this off my chest.”

You stepped closer as his voice dropped even quieter. “I can’t go another minute without telling you how I feel. I wish I told you how I felt before you-“ his words were lost to a sob.

“I’m not dead, Charles,” you said quietly as you stood at the foot of the bed. “I promise I’m going to find a way back to you.”

“Come back to me, please,” Charles begged as he dropped his head to the scratchy hospital sheet that was draped over you. “I can’t bury another person I love. I can’t do it. And I love you, so fucking much and it kills me that I never told you.”

The heart rate monitor beeped rapidly and Charles’ head shot up as an alarm started to blare. The door behind him was pushed open and the nurse entered with Arthur and Pierre hot on her tail. 

“What is it?” Charles asked on the edge of hysteria. “What’s happening?”

The nurse ignored him as she looked at the monitor and saw the sharp increase in your heart rate. “Something stimulated her, what were you doing just before it jumped?”

Charles looked at the other guys before scratching his neck nervously. “I was just talking to her.”

Pierre cocked an eyebrow at the explanation, knowing how his best friend acted when he was not being completely honest. 

“I think it’s safe to say she can probably hear you,” the nurse said with a small smile. “This is good. It’s a very good sign.”

She left with a print out of the readings, quietly excusing herself to update the doctor and when the door sealed shut Pierre turned on Charles. “Right, tell me the truth.”

“What?” Charles asked as he looked away from the pointed stare and back to your face, your eyes still closed.

“Did you kiss her?”

“What!” Charles snapped his head around. “I’m not a fucking creep. What kind of question is that? I just told her…that I love her.”

The monitor spiked again and Arthur shifted closer. “Say it again.”

You leaned closer too, wanting to hear those words on his lips over and over. Charles’ cheeks were burning red and buried his face in the mattress beside your hand. 

“Or kiss her,” Pierre offered before shrugging innocently as Charles lifted his head enough to glare at him. “Worked for sleeping beauty.”

You paced around the room wondering how you could get yourself to wake up when your attention was drawn back to Charles’ quiet words.

“What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Is he serious?” Pierre aimed at Arthur who just shrugged. “Bro, she’s been following you ‘round the paddock since we were kids. She wouldn’t give the rest of us the time of day.”

 Charles looked to his brother for confirmation and Arthur nodded. Charles’ shoulders dropped in defeat and he reached out slowly to you, gently brushing his knuckles down your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the ghost of his touch on your skin and you sighed with longing. The tenderness was everything you had wanted to experience, but not like this.

“Woah,” Arthur gasped as a low sound escaped the tube in your mouth. “Nurse!”

The heavy sigh had been heard by them all and you would have been embarrassed by the sound except Charles' eyes lit up with hope. 

“Where the hell is the nurse?” Arthur frowned as he looked to the door. “I’ll go find her.”

“I’ll go with you,” Pierre said as he started to follow, “you get lost more than Charles.”

The sun was starting to reach for the horizon and cast a myriad of colour around the room, the shadows growing with each passing second. Charles was staring at you completely absorbed as he searched for any other sign that you were there.

“I’m trying,” you whispered as you concentrated on making anything happen. “I’m trying.”

“I know it’s your birthday and you’d normally make a wish, but if you could make mine come true I would spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I would give anything to talk to you again.” 

He suddenly shifted in his seat to pull his phone from his pocket and he dialled your number from memory. A muffled vibrating started on the drawers beside the bed and he frowned as shifted from flowers aside to find your phone plugged into a charger. A surprised laugh erupted as he saw what you had him saved as in contacts and he shook his head. 

Chuck The Clerk.

It had been a running joke between the two of you after some reporter had called him Chuck and a fresh tear ran down his cheek as the call went to voicemail. 

“Hey, sorry I missed your call but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

Charles cleared his throat before the beep began and he inhaled deeply. “It’s me. Uh, Chuck.” His laugh was a broken sob and he pressed a hand to his trembling lip as he fought to regain his composure. “I just called to hear your voice. God, I miss it. I miss you.”

His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping his phone when the answer phone beeped as it ran out of time. A second later your phone beeped with a new voicemail and he picked the device up, the screen lighting up to reveal the background image. 

The photo had been taken at the pre-season testing where the new drivers and old met properly for the first time. Charles turned the phone on its side to see the picture of all 20 drivers lined up and bit his lip as he saw that everyone was facing the photographer, everyone except you and him. You had turned to find him already staring at you and your smile had widened.

“You did it,” Charles had called out just before the camera clicked, capturing the pride on his face. 

There were thousands of other photos in your gallery, dozens and dozens of them with Charles in them, but that was a favourite and it had been your wallpaper since that first week in Bahrain. There might have been 18 other people in the photo but you only saw Charles.

The screen went black as it turned off and when he clicked the lock button to wake it up it asked for a passcode. His fingers keyed in your birthday but it vibrated at the incorrect pin.

“Wrong birthday,” you murmured as you reached out to brush down a wayward strand of hair before remembering you couldn’t touch him.

His fingers hesitantly tried another sequence - 1 6 1 0 9 7 - and he fell back in his seat as it unlocked. He stared at the home screen and chewed on his lip, his knee bouncing with indecision before he locked it again and shoved it back between the flower arrangement.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised softly and placed his hands back on yours to keep them busy and to stop himself from reaching for your phone again. It wasn’t his place to go through the pictures, no matter how much he wanted to see more of your smiles. The pictures in his phone would have to be enough, and the knowledge that you had set his birthday as your passcode. 

He stared out of the hospital window as the sun went down and sighed. “I should go.”

Panic hit you at the thought of being left behind in the dark void again and you threw yourself at him, reaching for his hand before it could leave yours. You tumbled forward as you fell through him and right onto your lifeless body in front of him.

His skin was warm to the touch as your fingers wrapped around his wrist and he froze as he stared at the hand that had been limp only a moment ago. 

“Don’t go,” you begged as your heart hammered in your chest and the monitors set off another alarm. 

“Help! Somebody help,” Charles screamed as your throat convulsed around the tube. 

“Don’t leave me,” you kept trying to plead but the darkness was heavy and it was suddenly harder to speak. 

More voices filled the room and Charles’ hand slipped out of yours. 

“No, no, no, come back,” you screamed, your hand falling from the bed weakly as it tried to find him. 

“Let me go, she needs me,” Charles growled but his voice faded away and your hope went with him.

Pierre gripped his shoulders and kept him pressed to the wall, out of the way of the doctors filling the room. “No, she needs them. Let the doctors do their job.”

“Why did you bring me here?” he asked weakly as he sagged against Pierre. “Why couldn’t you just take me to the airport?”

Pierre held his friend up, taking his weight when he nearly collapsed from the grief. “Because you would hate yourself if you didn’t see her again.”

Charles flinched and screwed his eyes shut as he fisted Pierre’s shirt shaking his head as if it could block out the alarms that erupted as the ventilator was disconnected. As much as it hurt to hear the incessant beeping it was nothing compared to the dread he felt when the room fell silent. 

“No, no…” he whispered as the machine was turned off and his legs failed him. 

“I’m sorry,” Pierre choked, realising there wasn’t going to be another soft whoosh of air breathing for you.

“Charles,” Arthur called as he reached blinding for his brother, slapping his chest until Charles looked up angrily. Arthur wasn’t even looking his way, he was fixated on the doctors, no not the doctors. He was staring at you.

Your throat burned and the fire spread to your lungs as you drew in a shaky breath. Pain lacerated your back and a whimper escaped your dry throat, reigniting the burning as you lifted your hand and tried to ask for water. Your hand dropped weakly back to your side and your vision blurred under the harsh lighting. 

You couldn’t make out any of the shapes moving around you and each blink felt like rubbing sandpaper over your eyes but a familiar warmth filled your hand and you focused on that feeling. The pain in your body receded as the hand clasping yours picked it up and Charles came into focus as his lips pressed to your palm. 

You swallowed in an attempt to wet your throat but you ended up coughing until Charles took the small cup of water a nurse had prepared and he lifted it carefully to your cracked lips. The cool water soothed the burn and you sighed at the instant relief, squeezing Charles’ hand in silent gratitude.

His eyes were brimming with tears when he squeezed your hand back. “You came back.”

You shook your head, wincing at the stiffness in your neck. “For you,” you rasped weakly, not recognising your own voice. 

“For me?” he asked as he leaned in closer like he had misheard you.

“You…brought…me back.” Your lips ached as they curved into a small smile and exhaustion tugged at your mind. You couldn’t go back to sleep, not when you needed him to know how you felt. “I love you too.”

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[aaizawashouta]

Delicate

pairing: aizawa shouta x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: sometimes you just need to be taken care of

warnings: just fluff. reader has long hair.

a/n: this is so self indulgent. i don't even care.

Something is wrong the moment the door opens. Actually, something has been wrong since 1:28 p.m. when you didn’t respond to his text message. You never leave him on read, even on your busiest days. Shouta listens as the door locks behind you, as you slide your shoes off your feet. His eyebrows raise when your bag drops to the floor with an echoing thud. His gaze follows you as you amble to your shared bedroom where you disappear out of sight.

It’s silent as he stands in the kitchen, cup of tea in hand. Brows no longer raised, but furrowed. Only slightly relieved when he hears the bath water running. He knows it when he sees it—half the time it’s from his own reflection. Odd being on the other end. Very rarely, if ever, do you get burnt out. Worn down, exhausted, dead on your feet. It never matters, that’s just how you are. But there are times, like today. Shouta sighs, leaving his tea to go cold before trailing after you.

You stand next to the tub staring as you wait for the water to warm up. You’ve got your bra, panties, and one sock on. Your fingers dance under the faucet. It’s been a long day. The only thing that’s kept you going is the man you left in the kitchen. You rub at your chest, pain scraping along your ribcage. Your heart rattles for the comfort only your husband can bring you. It’s not fair, you know that. There’s no way you want him to see you like this. Your temper flares as you think of the prick who ruined your day.

The door opens silently. So caught up in your frustrations you don’t feel the presence of Shouta until cool fingers are wrapping around the back of your neck. You start, turning to look at him over your shoulder. His eyebrows are raised as he takes you in; a peculiar expression on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You never jump.” He murmurs before shaking his head.

You follow without a thought, no fuss even though you frown when he pulls you into him. Skilled fingers undoing the clasp at your back. The tension leaves you when Shouta drops to his knees before you. His warm breath against your skin causes goosebumps to erupt. Always so responsive, even to the little things. But that’s not what this is about, not what you need. Shouta peels your underwear down your legs. Teeth digging into your lip to keep yourself from giggling when he pulls off your sock.

A heat spreads through you. Warm and comforting. No, this doesn’t happen often. Where you’re unsure of yourself, overworked, and burnt out. But as you watch him, Shouta, your Shouta, your husband. The one person you never have to hide from. He knows you better than you know yourself, sometimes it’s downright terrifying. He sees you for everything you are and everything you’re not. You feel silly now, trying to hide yourself away from him.

The atmosphere in the bathroom changes then. Shouta gives you a soft smile accompanied by a kiss to your inner thigh. He doesn’t say anything; doesn’t have to. Getting to his feet he moves to the cabinet and grabs your favorite scent of bathing oil. Your bottom lip wobbles a bit. He kisses your forehead as he helps you into the tub. You can’t bite back the moan that escapes you. Your muscles have been coiled so tight all day. The warm water is a welcome balm. Tilting your head back you watch him as he drags the stool over closer to where you are. Shouta gives you a wink, sitting down before pulling your hair out of your face.

It’s silent in the small bathroom, comfortably so. The only sounds coming from Shouta’s hands dipping into the water as he washes your hair. It’s the most relaxed you’ve felt in weeks. Who knew the weight of the world would come crashing down off your shoulders on a Wednesday afternoon? But was it really? Blunt nails scratch at your scalp and you sink a little further into the water. What’s a rough day when you can come home to this?

Your lips tilt up, Shouta’s voice cutting through the silence, your name floating with the steam from the tub. A soft hum of acknowledgment is all he receives.

“Are you going to tell me what happened today?”

A wet shoulder raises and falls, water rippling around you. You stare at your feet, wiggling your blue polished toes.

“There’s a guy at work who’s gunning for my position.”

His hands pause. “You have relations with every hero in the city.”

“I know. It’s not like my position is up for grabs or anything. He’s just a real piece of work. Drives me up a damn wall.” It’s silent for a moment, you sigh. “He’s a misogynist, doesn’t think I’m qualified.”

You can feel Shouta’s glare. Never one to fight your battles, you’re good at doing that yourself. That’s not to say your husband isn’t protective of you.

“Should I stop by for a visit at lunch tomorrow?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I don’t even think he knows what my last name is.”

Shaking your head with a small sigh. You have to admit you do feel better after talking. But you don’t want to talk about it anymore. You don’t want to waste any more of your time on it. That’s tomorrow’s problem. Tilting your head back, you look up at Shouta who looks down his nose at you. Dark eyes swirling with adoration and amusement. He raises an eyebrow when you reach up and tug on his dark locks.

“Will you read to me?”

“I can. Anything in particular?”

“No, just want to hear your voice is all.”

Shouta hums, rinsing out your hair one final time before drawing out the water and letting it hang over the tub behind you. His footsteps are quiet as he leaves the bathroom, only to return a few moments later. The sound of pages turning makes your eyes fall shut. You give it maybe another five minutes before the water runs cold, or you turn into a prune.

“You’re going to have to let me return the favor, Sho.”

“Not tonight sweet girl.”

Your toes curl at the term of endearment. Sinking a little farther into the tub, you doze off lightly in the comfort of your home, and the warmth of your favorite person wrapping around you with every word he reads.

[jinkiezzsstuff]

I absolutely loved the Emily and Charlie ideas you wrote so I was hoping to request another Charlie x male reader with some smut (but not the main focus). Idea being everyone going out for an evening with Charlie staying at the hotel to work, secretly wanting some company but telling everyone to have fun anyway. Reader didn't go out and found her later in the evening (maybe can tell how she's feeling) so offers some company/someone to cuddle. The main smut I'd like to include would be her leaving some scratch or kiss marks and her being quite touchy/hands on.

I’m so glad you enjoyed the others teehee i tried my best with this so i hope you enjoy it but im not too happy with how it turned out tbh, idk why, i guess it could be because i didn’t feel like during the smut scenes i did charlie justice, lmk what you think.

Charlie x male!reader

After Party

warnings: creampie, biting, scratching, kinda rushed smut, angsty charlie, possibly ooc charlie but i can’t tell, charlie n vaggie are friends, im not sure if there’s anything else, oh swearing, NOT PROOFREAD beware of errors.

word count: 2K

Charlie was tired. Between her father disbelieving in her, Alastor picking a fight with him, the failed meeting with Adam, and finding out Vaggie was an angel? She was over and exhausted. She tried to keep up her mood but she just couldn’t stop the spiralling thought process of handling everything on her own. It seemed like every step forward she had to take four steps back, nobody believed or respected her.

“Cmon, we needa little par-tay.” Angel whined pushing himself over the back of the couch dramatically. Charlie hummed, barely listening as the crowd of sinners lingered in the little living room-like area. “We don’t need anymore fuckin parties, spider.” Husk muttered before taking a big swig of his drink. “I don’t know, I think a little bit of recreational activity could really brighten the spirits!” Alastor exclaimed, and as much as Charlie would like to join the fun, if she didn’t finish up the work she had she knew it would only stress her out further, but she knew the others worked hard too and deserved a little treat.

Reaching into her pocket she pulled out some cash and beckoned over Alastor. “Here, why don’t you take everyone out to relax?” She said softly, despite her desire for company and hope that one of the few would stay back to assist. “Aren’tcha comin’ toots?” Angel who jumped up the moment Charlie pulled out money asked, putting one of his hands on her shoulder. “Oh no, i’ve got sooo much to do here, you guys go on without me! Bond a little!” She smiled as brightly as she could, although anyone with a keen eye could tell it was forced. In the back of her mind she was hoping for more punch back, more of her friends to beg her to come out with them, but instead they shrugged her off and left rather quickly.

Sighing Charlie rung her hands together and walked up the stairs slowly, vacant and alone, the hotel now seemed so eerie. She made her way to an office one that had been used by the whole team she had, so herself, Vaggie and Alastor. She plopped herself lazily on the ripped leather office chair, air slowly escaping the cheap foam as she did. Charlie couldn’t help the bitter feelings stirring around in her; she was always happy to help her friends and wanted them to have fun and relax, she just wished maybe they cared a little more about her? It was a confusing sensation, she knew Vaggie cared, but at times she felt more like a personal body guard rather than friend, and Alastor, she knew deep down, didn’t actually care.

Opening her phone she decided to try and ease her mind before sorting out the paperwork she had piling, unfortunately the universe wasn’t kind to her. Opening Sinstagram the first sight she was greeted with was Angels varying posts and stories which included all the crew members piled into a booth enjoying their drink of choice. It made a scorned yucky feeling of jealousy tangle within her stomach. Groaning she pulled open a drawer and stuck her phone in it, slamming it shut after. “It’s better to just work.” The princess mumble pulling the first stack of papers near her; the billing’s for their failed comercial.

After an hour of word Charlie sat back in her seat and messaged her sore neck. Pulling her phone from the drawer she checked the time. 23:48. Having no idea when the others would get back, she shuffled from the office to the second story balcony for some air. “Oh sorry I didn’t know you were here!” Charlie exclaimed, seeing you leant over the balcony railing. Looking over your shoulder you gave the little devil a warm smile. “You can join.” You say beckoning her forward, with a sigh and a forced smile Charlie came up alongside you, mimicking your stance. “What’re you still doing here?” Charlie questioned eyeing you from her peripheral. Your brow quirked and your face turned to confusion, with a quick hum you replied. “Just relaxing..?” The statement came out uncertain and wobbly, but you weren’t quite sure what she meant.

“No, i mean why didn’t you go out with the others?” Your head tilted back as you let out an ‘ah’, now understanding what she meant. “I just, well, this is the only time i get free yknow, always gotta be doing something so it’s nice to be alone, but i also want to have fun with them, but that drains me yknow?” Charlie quickly nodded her head at that completely understanding where you were coming from. “Yeah i know what you mean. I wish somebody stayed back with me.” Nudging yourself lightly into her, she met your eyes with curiosity floating in her own. “Well I stayed back, why don’t we relax together?” You suggest warmly, smiling fondly down at her. Charlie momentarily stuttered, blushing at the way her mind wandered to naughty places.

“Ahem, uh, sure! Yes! Let’s do that!” The princess fumbled, pushing herself away from your hold. You could tell she was flustered as she walked off leading you to whatever part of the hotel she’d choose to relax in, you felt a little voice in the back of your head egging you on to tease her, and who were you to deny your great mind. “Alrighty this it my room! Uhhh, why don’t we watch a movie or something..?” Charlie trailed off leading you into her bedroom.

You took a quick look around enjoying the aesthetic her room held. Charlie kicked her shoes off and pulled her jacket from her shoulders. “You can lounge on the bed if you want, i totally don’t mind!” You grinned and got onto the bed, watching as she frantically ran around “Calm down hun, you look real stressed.” You urged her frantic pacing causing loose hairs to tangle and fly out from her ponytail. “Ugh, i know!” Sighing she finally plopped on the bed beside you and laid back hands folded on her stomach and eyes closed. Leaning over slightly to look down on her, you observed her somewhat relaxed face as you watched her slow her breathing down. Assumably trying to cease the slow crawling panic that was clawing at her. “It may be a little forward but I heard compression and hugs can help stress, you wanna cuddle or some shit?” Your voice came out slightly tight a little unsure of how to go about the request. Charlie’s eyes fluttered opened and blinked toward you, after a moment of silent contemplation Charlie sighed happily opening her arms. With a huff and a smile you scooted down, wrapping your arms around her while laying beside her.

She scooted up into your side, her right hand sliding up your chest and around your shoulder. It sent shivers down your spine, and blood straight to your dick, embarrassingly so. Ignoring the sensation, your hand gently traced shapes into Charlie’s side where your arm was placed. Charlie’s head slowly lifted and shifted from the bed to your chest, tucking herself under your chin. Her hair tickled at your nose and chin, you could smell her shampoo and the perfume she’d used. You tightened your grip subtly, enjoying the warmth she let off, and with a hum she swung one of her legs over your hips, twisting her body entirely against you.

You took a deep breath attempting to calm your heart and the tightening sensation in your pants. Like the devil spawn she is, Charlie began tracing your chest, flattening her palm against your chest and trailing down from your neck, to the hem of your jeans, and back up to your neck again. Taking a deep breath you brought your hand up to you with her hair in attempts to distract you.

“Thanks for this.” She mumbled nuzzling her face further into your chest. You hummed eyes lazily dancing around shapes your eyes made up on the canopy above. “Any time.” You replied after a moment. The two of you laid there silently, softly the two of you let your hands drift across eachother innocently. It wasn’t until charlie’s hand ducted under your shirt to touch your bare chest that the air in the room got thick and heated. Breath hitching you zeroed in on her claws softly scratching down your chest. “Charlie,” You warned as her claw nicked the waistband of your jeans. Charlie knew good and well what she was doing, could you blame her? You’ve always been so attentive to her feelings and emotional state, the first to check on her after a stressful situation and give her the best advice you could.

With sudden need shooting through Charlie she straddled your waist bracing herself against your chest. Your hands reflexively went to her hips, eyes shooting up to meet her own attempting to figure out what the hell she was doing. She traced her claws down your tshirt covered chest, and when she made it to the bottom her hands wiggled underneath the fabric to paw at your warm skin. As she did you traced circles on her hips, and quirked a questioning brow at her. “Whatcha up to princess?” Charlie smiled shyly, trying to hide her face in her shoulder. “I just want to repay you for your kindness towards me.”

Your face twisted with worry, abruptly you sat up, making her gasp and tucked your hands behind her back to keep her from falling. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe me,” You quickly say, however Charlie pushed you back down, shushing you as she did. “It’s more then just that, i think you know they though. Let’s relax, desttress.” With that being said, you tossed aside your tshirt while Charlie eagerly undid your pants, hands shaking as she did. Your hands decided not to diddly saddle and undo her pants simultaneously, needing to feel her speedily.

You were already achingly hard, precum dripping down your shaft as Charlie shakily gripped you giving your head a soft squeeze. Pulling her hand away Charlie kicked off the pants that clung underneath her knees, and readied herself against you. You hummed out in pleasure relaxing into the mattress as she sunk down onto you, above you Charlie whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, clenching onto every vein and ridge. It was delectable, she couldn’t understand why she’d never gone for this before. Bottoming out, Charlie’s legs shook, her body would involuntarily convulse every now and again as she attempted to adjust to the size of you. Falling forward unable to keep herself up she sunk her nails into your chest making you groan deeply, bucking your hips up into hers.

Nuzzling herself into your neck as you took the reigns, thrusting up into her at a steady pace, she began to leave teeth marks and hickies along your neck, desperate moans broken out between nips and bites. Your arms encased her pulling her near as you roughly fucked up into her at a brutal pace, her juices dripping down you. Erotic, loud slapping noises were all that you could hear in the room accompanied by Charlie’s whimpers and please. “Fuckkk, yknow how long i’ve waited for this? They don’t know what their missing not staying around someone like you.” You say splaying your fingers through her hair as you do, at this point Charlie’s body laid limp atop your own, your knees up and angled to continue your rapid pace.

“Please,” Charlie begged clenching tightly around you, you huffed out a moan that you attempted to cover and slid your hands down to squeeze her ass. Groaning loudly, you pushed her over, still inside you hovered over her, pulling her legs up over your shoulders to gain new access. With this angle you were able to hit different areas making Charlie squeal. “Oh fuck Charlie,” You groaned as your balls slapped against her ass, finally you felt the band snapping and slowly you filled her with cum, pumping all of what you had inside her. Charlie cried out clenching, and convulsing against you. She tried to inch away screaming your name loudly as she road out her high against you. When the two of you had finished, catching your breaths, you laid beside her, pulling her into your chest.

She rolled her head from one side to face you, her eyes glazed over barely seeming like she was there. “Didja mean what you said about wanting this for so long?” You nodded at her, the softness in her voice was music to your ears and made goosebumps crawl against your skin. “Yeah, since i got here, you’ve had my eye.” Humming softly the princess said nothing, but buried her head in your chest.

[cookierin-simp]

CYBERSEX! - A DIRTY FANFICTION OF OBEY ME

“we do it the best….when we have cybersex”

Pairing : Mammon x fem reader

Warning: pure smut, jerking off, stranger to fuck, squirting, fingering, praising, encouragement, provocation

Note before reading: Mammon and MC are both stranger, they don’t know each other. Nada! No student exchange lore stuff!

Author note: HELLO GUYS I AM BACK. ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY SO I GAVE YALL A PRESENT *muah* I’m giving a google form at the end of the story for birthday wishes because I am a slut for attention <3

6:30PM

“Well! Ya prolly needa learn a thing or two about patience!”

“Says someone who stole my food!”

Mammon and Beelzebub had their mouths throwing words of condemnation as Lucifer stood between his two brothers, squeezing his nose bridge as he sighed in frustration. His shoes tapping the kitchen’s concrete floor, his other hand latching to his waist.

Satan and Asmodeus jumped to the crime scene, watching the heated arguments boiled tense inside the cookplace that had been destroyed in half by the orange beast. Beelzebub's wavering form trembled due to his struggle of not furthering any harm in the place.

Plus, he knew Lucifer would not tolerate far more ruckus.

“Listen, Mammon. Have you ever learned not to steal?” Lucifer growled with vapour hints to threaten him further. His crimson eyes flashed as he looked at Mammon.

The frosty haired demon stutters, finding his first brother’s glare as the second stage of his anger. “W-well! It's not stealing! I’m hungry! Aren’t we all family? We share things! That's what a family is!” Shouted the guy, constructing his reason well and brilliantly to trigger Lucifer’s weak spot by mentioning the words ‘family’. He knew that his sadistic brother would find his arguments logical. If anyone in this mansion understands how family works, Lucifer is the top so to speak.

Satan hummed cunningly, a devilish smirk painted his expression. “Mammon is dumb, but he even thinks his way to escape from Lucifer’s rage..”

Asmodeus crossed his arms to his chest, sighing awkwardly as his eyes stayed still to the spotlight of the show. “Maybe he could use that mind before eating Beel’s pudding…”

Having Lucifer’s eyes on Mammon did make the second born restless, but what was even more threatening was the way Beelzebub looked behind his first obstacle. Two beasts in front of him. One with sensible rage and the other just destroyed half of the kitchen because of a pack of convenience store bought custard.

Lucifer was back to rub his temple, while the hungry beast barked more and more insults and threats to Mammon that it was surprising to know how much of curse words the sixth born demon possesed.

“That’s it. You two. You are both grounded in your room for two days!” Lucifer confessed as he yelled, asserting dominance from Beelzebub ear-scratching abusive words. His hand stopped rubbing his forehead and both crossing to his chest, puffing up and confident with his punishments towards the two of his brothers.

Mammon clicked his tongue, hated the way he had to spend 48 hours inside his boring, luxurious room. It had nothing that could satisfy his sins. Sure, there was a big screen for the ultimate experience of watching movies, a pool, a personal computer set, etcetera..but all of it was a temporary experience of happiness. Plus, his favourite casino will be landing at the travelling carnival! He couldn’t possibly miss it! That casino changes their locations every week to blur the eyes of authorities, and keeping up with their route is exhausting.

“Why are ya punishin’ me like imma five years old?!” Mammon's accents thickened as well as his rebelliousness. Still not trying to lose the arguments that was clearly his fault to begin with. His yellow sunglasses properly to his face, meaning he actually planned to go out after eating the custards. Lucifer’s mind figured it out. Otherwise, Mammon would have just retreat and go to his room without being too defensive about it.

“Why? Are you planning to go anywhere?” Mammon’s upper brother asked, and for some reason did the chocolate skinned demon feel like he was a small statue. Lucifer cannot know about the casino. “If you feel like my punishment to you is lenient, I can put more rocks in your bag” stated him. Poetically, Lucifer means to put a heavier burden on Mammon’s body.

That made Mammon instantly react with fast head shakes. Satan smiled curtly and whispered to the interested Asmodeus. “His head is going to fall off”

“That’s more like it” Lucifer calmly says as he walks towards the kitchen’s exit. He eyed the two observant with no words, but Satan quickly grasped the order. The blonde sighed and muttered an agreement. “Yeah, yeah. I know a great contractor. I will ask him to fix this…”

Finding Satan's quick capture of his sign a relief, Lucifer’s nod sternly.

“And as for you two troublemakers. Go to your room. Now”

9:45 PM

“Graah! That ol’ man must be thinkin’ with his goddamn dick to put me ‘n here”

Laying on the bed with no motivation to complete any schoolwork ahead, Mammon positioned himself where his whole body starfishing his king-sized bed while his head hung low at the edge of it. Never minding the cold inside his bedroom, Mammon’s body latched with a thin white fabric called ‘singlet’ and paired it with his black shorts.

When the greedy Mammon gets uneasy and agitated, his thick accent surfaced, making people wonder if he was raised in the countryside. Lucifer had trained him well to suppress his style, but even the second, most powerful demons could slip from time to time.

Frustrated by the fact that his favourite casino is probably having all sorts of beauty over, the confined demon spit to the ground, but never really shoots his saliva out. “Curse ‘ya! Curse every second one of ‘ya!” He whined, tossing all the blankets and pillows away to the wall.

As the grousing subsided, Mammon finally sighs his defeat. “Curse ‘em? More like a curse on me…”

His feet touching together as he sat on the bed, both finger toes intertwining out of boredom when the out of blue message lit up his brand new phone. Mammon lazily plugged his phone off from the cable, and opened to see the texts

Bro levi : yo

Bro levi : should hv not ate that custard

Bro levi : *laughing sticker*

Mammon’s eyes glared disgustingly towards Leviathan’s provoking message. Being stuck in the room for two days is a thing, but to miss out on the opportunity to gamble is another crucial reason to be pissed off. Topped with his otaku-headed brother's unnecessary remarks, Mammon decided not to push his button further. Putting his phone down, the mocha tinted demon retreated.

Bro levi : yo

Bro levi : should hv not ate that custard

Bro levi : *laughing sticker*

Mammon : ✅✅ seen

And as he thought that ignoring his brother’s snarky remarks would help Leviathan to shut up, another notification came through

Bro levi : seen?

Bro levi : ight sorry kay

Bro levi : boot up your pc. Lets match

He let out a low growl.

Mammon : not feelin it

Mammon : ya winnin’ anyway

As five seconds passed, his brother quick to reply

Bro levi : aw man

Bro levi : pussy

Mammon’s fingers typed hurriedly

Mammon : a pussy wont eat Beel’s custard

He set the phone aside, watching his ceiling with a heavy heart. If he agreed to play games with Leviathan it would just be another frustrating event.

DING

Bro levi : mkay

Bro levi : i know you are lonely and all

Bro levi : but usually when I’m bored I go here

Bro levi : *send a link*

Bro levi : it's pairing you with random people on the internet. But be mindful that you can come across humans so don’t really act like a fucking demon

And so on, the notifications kept popping up from Mammon’s device, making him one step away from tossing it away just like the fate of his pillows. Yet, how dare he do such a thing? It is a brand new phone that he had shown off for a week to his brothers, and one of them is betting that he can’t take care of it. He intends to prove the cunning Satan of his wrong assumptions.

“Ya fuckin turd I already told ya I dont wanna any ma—“

His voice stuck to his throat when he realised Leviathan was not trying to convince him to match, but instead recommending a sketchy website to kill his boredom off. Mammon blinked once, twice, triple, quadruple and so on. His mind contemplates his brother's sudden kindness that is definitely uncomfortable. The dominant hand of his stretched the thumb to the link, ready to press it yet still trembled ever so slightly.

“Fuck ya if ya scammin’ me”

He clicked on the link, and a big banner popped on the screen of his smartphone

“FOR BEST EXPERIENCE, PLEASE USE YOUR DESKTOP. CONTINUE?”

Mammon clicked his tongue. The first impression he had with this page was ‘annoying and complicated’. Yet still he crawled down his bed, bare footed as he walked on the carpet floor of his bedroom. Curiosity and indignation mixed together when he reached his personal computer set, which was built by Leviathan himself. From branded CPU to the highest quality of face camera, all was like a professional gaming set picked by the master’s selection. The first time Leviathan set this up, Mammon was drooling and spent nearly ten hours battling online.

He grabbed his gaming leather chair, turned it around as he dove his bottom to the seat, moaning in pleasure at the way it supported his spine. His slim finger pushed certains buttons as the computer booted up, and it does not take long for it to be completely accessible.

“Now let's see…” he murmured, grabbing the wireless mouse with his right hand, and supporting his chin with the left one. His silver rings stacked gorgeously to his slender digits. As he opened the browser, Mammon’s left pinky brushed his lips, teasing his own opening.

Copy pasted the link to his computer, the site quickly unveiled. Revealing a black and gold themed colour as there was a message of permission greeting the demon’s quick eyes.

“THIS SITE REQUIRE THE ACCESS OF YOUR FACE CAM AND MICROPHONE.”

“GRANT THE PERMISSION?”

[] yes

[] No

Another sound of tongue clicking softly emits from Mammon’s lips. “Too many requirements. This better be worth some time”

“GRANT THE PERMISSION?”

[^] yes

[] No

Mammon jumped from his seat lightly as a live recording of him appeared to the left side of the website, while the chatting box was at the bottom. The empty square at the left side of his footage was empty. He stared to himself, biting his lips as the live recording of him mimics the very same action.

“Goddamn I look hot!” He cheered. Admiring his own beauty under the scope of a hundred grimms face camera. The button ‘start’ waits patiently for him to click, and for some reason Mammon finds the toggle even more appealing than his reflection on the screen. When his right hand landed back to the wireless mouse, he angled it there, but fingers hesitantly clicked to the mouse.

The other square box buffered slowly.

For references:

Fullscreen mode:

10:15 PM

“Fuck ya dickhead!”

He clicked the skipped button as soon as he finished off his curse. Mammon buried his head to his palm as the next pair was still buffering. For the past 35 minutes, all he had ever done was cursing out to impertinent fools he met. Some of them were by groups, some were solo and some were indecent kids biting his head off through offensive words of insults.

“Not fun at all! What the fuck!” His teeth greeted, raging chagrined dwell in him for trusting Leviathan. The man laid his back more, making the backrest recline in a jot as he manspread and both of his limbs cover his face. For once did Mammon find himself wanting to go all out with his rage, turning the mansion into dust. But as if it will gain another entertainment, sure not.

Grabbing his charged up phone, he pressed Leviathan’s contact number and use the tiny bits of grain left in his soul to patiently wait for his violet haired brother to pick up. His other hand rests onto the armrest, tapping all of his fingers like a wave, over and over until the coarse voice of his brother’s hail.

Leviathan : yo

Mammon : you dumbshit everyone here kept pulverising me

On the other line, Leviathan laughed his heart out, adding the fuel to the burning flames when he decided to blame Mammon for his lack of control in social skills. If it were up to Mammon's desire, he would throw bullets to Leviathan’s mean remarks. But in all honesty he needs to admit, he is kind of sick to have more fights today. His impatience towards the strangers online scaled up, just a push away for him to rebel against his own sensibility. Mammon groaned with each of Leviathan sarcastic comments, but never letting his mind speak of its own.

The devil wished for his God to send him a life saver, and the faint sound of the bell from the site blazed his speaker.

DING

Quickly reacting to the noise, Mammon’s eyes darted to the random pair that the site had just matched him with. His phone is still on the line with Leviathan who was still spouting disrespectful jokes. Tightening his grip to the device when he realises that this stranger stupefies him, to the point he almost loosen his hold for the phone, Mammon can’t believe that God had answered his prayer in a whip of a second.

“Yo bro be right back” Mammon speaks softly but enough for Leviathan to hear it through the phone as the hot-blooded demon hanged up. He kept his legs in the same position, manspreading to look uninterested. Mammon’s fibrous inner thigh exposed as his shorts wrinkled up when he adjusted his position.

“S—sup”

Right on the screen shows a woman’s figure, sitting tightly to a normal chair. Mammon's assumption about her was that she is accessing the website on a normal laptop. No fancy camera or a computer setup, her face dismayed, her lips matched the colour of blood. Her hair brushed, and her upper body…tantalising him. She was wearing a black negligee, the lace upon the breast side aroused Mammon’s fantasy. It’s as if the dirty thoughts played like a river. ‘What is it like if the lace is off?’ ‘I can see her nipples, but not entirely. Is it her nipple there? Or was it just my eyes? No. That’s definitely her nipple. God, if that’s really her nipple…’

He swallowed a lump, trying his best not to let himself overtaken by just a teasing sight. The woman did not reply verbally as she was muted, but her arms quick to the keyboard as a message appear in the chat box

Stranger : hi

Mammon’s head did not move, only his eyeball reacted to the pop up chat. He nods slowly as if telling the woman he is engaging in this conversation.

By any means will he not let her skip him.

“S—so, what’s uh, your name?”

The girl eye’s unwavering to her own laptop screen, then a small smirk curt on her lips as she brings her fingers to her mouth, gently nudging it as she typed with one hand.

Stranger : y/n

Discovering her name somewhat triggered Mammon’s pheromones. He barely even understands himself now. It was just a name, and why is his dick raging to get out of his pants? His eyes constantly searched for a focus point that could turn his attention away from her body.

“Yeah, s—so, whatcha doin’ here?” Even though Mammon hated the battlefield he was now with his own arousal, most part of him never wanted to leave the conversation. He wanted to see how far things could go. Y/n apropos dress must have come with amiss intent.

Though muted, the woman’s grin bared her teeth, and Mammon could feel a laughter come through. He gulped again, his Adam's apple betrayed his pokered face. The way it moves when Mammon swallows his dirty thoughts away caught y/n’s nippy eyes. Her hand moved to the mousepad instead of keyboard, clicking to the microphone button as she unmuted herself.

“I can feel like we are going to go for the voice more” she eyes Mammon’s body response that was twitching discreetly on the camera. A mischievous smirk plastered on her face, amused by the result of her own seduction. For an innocent lad, her statement seemed like nothing. But y/n could see the salacious behind Mammon’s expression. Besides, Mammon was the first stranger she got paired with tonight, and he was perfectly suited to be her midnight entertainment .

Meanwhile for the try-hard demon, his stomach felt as if there was a knot that was just being formed, and her loose shorts started to expose his bulge.

‘Shit! The heck!’

Mammon straightens his back, trying to angle himself where his bulge can’t be recorded on the camera. His feet to the ground, scooting himself to the desk where his lap was covered underneath it. He cleared his throat for a hope to avert her attention away to his body language. But all y/n had in her mind right now was to toy the flustered stranger on her screen.

“You good?” Her voice came through, and Mammon flinched subtly that y/n couldn’t catch. Her negligee strips fell down teasingly from her shoulder, which provoked Mammon’s reaction.

Both arms to the armrest while his palm clutched, Mammon let out an awkward laugh. His eyes turned away to the screen, but occasionally back to look at y/n left shoulder that had its strip fall off.

“Look, ya shouldn’t dress like that” he advised, words by words were lies. The more he stayed in the room, the more his chest felt impaled by his struggles to breath normally. In this state, Mammon felt like time had stopped, and everything outside had not enticed the rebellious demon. All he wanted was to stay in this very room, with this woman named y/n, and let his imagination run wild.

“Says the one who got excited by it” y/n snarky response caught him off guard. He had try his best to show the untruth of his desire, and yet she figured it out as if he was a transparent being.

“Huh?” He fluffed his way out but the way y/n blasphemously curled her lips hindered himself to stay under control. Sweat had trickled from his neck. His stomach feels like a thousand tied ropes. The rim of his shorts burn his waist, plague to not tossing it away.

For y/n, she didn’t care. With more tingling sensations down her wetness, she made sure to whimper between every word “Oh come on, tough guy. I know why you hide your lap.”

Y/n eyes lowered, though through the screen, Mammon realised she was eyeing his crotch that was blocked by the desk.

“Shit. Ya fucker”

He damned her. There was no point to bandage the situation now. The woman definitely aimed to be a vixen on this site. Mammon wasn’t hallucinating things, he finally grasped that she reciprocated to his desire as well. Growling while his lips shut together, Mammon bites his lower lips, pushing himself as the chair moves away from his setup, revealing the full picture of his body once again.

Y/n’s eyes eagerly aimed to the centre of Mammon’s leg. Watching the way his cock tensed hard underneath his loose short. She gulped her excitement, grabbing a pillow near her as she sat on it. Under the provoking lingerie she wore, it had nothing beside the thin layer of negligee wrapped loosely to her body. Y/n straddle her pillow, making sure she could feel her sensitive clit jolted as she slowly rocks her hips, moaning softly while maintaining to watch Mammon’s hard bulge quivered underneath the fabric.

“Oh fuckin’ naughty. I was tryin so hard to hide. Thought ya too pretty to not creep ya out” he confessed, muttering softly but enough for y/n to hear. Leaning more to his gaming chair, Mammon spread his legs, his nipples perked through his white singlet as his right hand softly stroked his clothed dick. Veins rose on his hand proving the sexual frustration he gets, watching the show y/n presented to him.

“Lower ya laptop a bit, lemme see those fuckin’ thigh in action” Mammon command with no shame. His hand abandoned his frisson tent and made its way to the end of his singlet. His actions were rough, yet somehow addictive to witness. He undressed his top, showing off the muscle on his abdomen. Mammon’s broad chest is clean and clear, but even with the naked eyes that y/n can spot the glisten of his sweat. His dark nipples erected, and so does his clothed shaft.

Her curse was indistinct when Mammon threw his top to the floor. Sinful womanly eyes caught the v-shaped line at the lower part that Mammon had teasingly showed. He proudly exhibits the happy trail, but covers the end of it as to let her imagination undress his crotch. Y/n lowered her laptop screen a bit, where the sight of her hips humping rhythmically with the man’s stroking game visible entirely on her camera, but Mammon still can see her face. God damn it, this girl knew well how to angle the camera.

Y/n’s clit stroked as she moved back and forth, feeling the dry fabric gradually wet from her own coat. “Hnn…” she mewled to Mammon through the screen, still looking arousingly to the demon’s bulge.

“Fuck yes. So hot…” Mammon turns to sough as he caught the action smoother when she adjusted the camera for a premium view.

“Shit my fucking cock can’t hold it anymore”

His large hand grabbed the rim of his shorts, pulling it down with such intensity as the faint sound of teared fabric entered y/n’s laptop speaker. Unlike the top, Mammon threw his shorts away from the camera sight, his cock sprung out, tensed proudly like a tower with throbbed veins spiralling around his dick. He smirks while y/n’s humping gets aggressive as soon as she sees Mammon’s cock, ready to be pumped until his sack is empty.

He caressed the skin of his shaft in brutal motion, and the new moan that escaped his mouth was totally different from when he just rubbed it through the clothes. “Oh sh—, yes girl….” He groaned. “Shit…take off your clothes, let me see your body”

Y/n stopped, nodding and obeying him not because she felt like it was a command, but to thank the stranger for his beautiful nude, and she figured to reciprocate it as a gift. Her hand both reached for the end of her nightwear and disrobe it with a faint tingle of embarrassment. Y/n had never done this to a complete stranger, but her stressed out day changed her mind. After all, everything had its first time.

Y/n breast jumped out as she bared, tossing her negligee away. Hand cupped around her breast, kneading it softly in front of the Mammon through the cybersex they had. Her nipples erected as well, and she still didn’t stop to hump. “Mmm, I want you to touch me so bad…” she provoked, but it was not a lie. “Your hand seems strong, I want it to squeeze my boobs until it's red” she moaned, adding more intensity as she rammed her breast sensually.

“I fuck ya tits until its all swollen, cum on it and suck until I fuckin’ suffocate” he expressed his desire, pupils dilated as he saw her pussy lips glide back and forth to the pillow. “Fuck…fuck…” he muttered, hand still stroking his cock like a frustrated virgin. His legs twitched, and his breathing danced in ragged rhythms.

Y/n paused her action, her pussy cutting the contact with the pillow. The sticky liquid caught clear on the camera as y/n grabbed the pillow to her mouth, licking the wet spot she had just fiercely humped. Her tongue nudged her own liquid, then she entirely licked her own taste. “Mm— you want to taste me don’t you…?”.Y/n threw the pillow to the side, spreading her legs in front of the camera.

Mammon swore that he could feel his dick get bricked up more, precum spill out from his cock hole as he pumped his dick harder. His mouth parted while his eyes half closed but still could see the bared pussy on his computer screen crystal clear. Y/n ran her finger to the slit of her pussy, her hole quiveringly contracts, driving Mammon’s to the edge of his climax.

“Fuck wait”

Still jerking himself off, his other hand grabbed the wireless mouse, aimed for the fullscreen button as he clicked it. When y/n’s folds dominate his entire screen, Mammon leaned against his gaming chair further, hand still pleasing his cock, tightening his grip to match the sensation of her hole. “That’s more like it…” he sighed as his other hand released the mouse, making its way to his own chest.

“I kinda want your mouth sucking my nipple…” Mammon spoke with a quivering tone, his hands rolled between his tensed nipple as he pinched it. “Aack…! Yes…!” He whimpered, eyes closed for a moment while his cock was near to the end. “Shove three fingers inside your pussy dear…” he pleaded, eyes showing nothing but a pure slutty soul. “Please ... .I wanna cum by seeing your pussy hole fingered…”

Y/n had her hesitation thrown in the garbage, and she quickly reacted to Mammon’s pleas. “I wanna see you cum so hard too…” the woman responded. Three digits seemed like a lot, she had only fingered herself with two, she isn’t entirely sure if she can perform well in three. But her determination to see the male’s semen shoot out from his needy cock because of her action excites y/n further.

With two fingers, y/n nudges her hole, tracing the small circle of the wet tunnel of her pussy before shoving it slowly as she squeals. “Hhng…” cried her.

“Come on dear, I know you can do it…” he encouraged as the pace of her stroke became slower, keeping his orgasm when the woman’s finger was all in. Y/n took another whiff of boldness breath, now with three fingers, she circled her pussy, teasing her hole, making it ready to be stretched with new digits.

“A—ah…I’m…doing it…” mewling as she jerks, the three of her brazen finger shoved slowly inside her pussy, stretching it tightly around her as she unhurriedly fingers herself. “L—look….hhn…it’s….it’s in….f—fuck…” talking in a messy breathing, y/n tried to keep up with Mammon’s instructions.

“Oh fuck yeah, good girl…” Mammon watched her rhythm, realising she’s matching his steady stroke on his own cock. Mammon fastened the pace, gripping it so hard that he could feel as if his cock could just latch off his groin.

As Mammon expected, y/n reciprocated the tempo, his finger curled to her g-spot, rubbing it with aggression as she moaned loudly, unexpectedly squirting herself to the camera.

Mammon’s eyes darken, witnessing the way her fluid slipped off her fingers, shooting it to the camera as well as wetting it too. “A squirter?….I’m so lucky tonight…” he whispered with a shaking vibrato, face scrunched as he felt his stomach ready to untie the knot, all because of y/n sudden squirt that he thought he couldn't last any longer.

“I’m….cumming…! Goddamn… fuck..! I’m so near baby..!” His whimpering words were like a desperate man. His inner thigh bricken, spasm as he threw his head to the back, and then returned to watch the homemade porn on his computer screen.

“Me…too….one more…squirt…” she replied in an instant, her tone matched Mammon’s needy voice.

“Moan my name baby. Moan my name…it's Mammon…”

“M—mammon….cum…let’s cum together…let me see your cock shoot that fucking load on your stomach…”

Mammon nodded eagerly, eyes teared from an extreme palpitation his heart had beat. “Ah…oh yes…! Shit…!”

She shoved her fingers harder, the mattress of her bed pooled with her love liquid. Y/n threw her head to the back before crying out her orgasm away as she squirted once more to the camera. “Mammon….! Nnngh Mammon…!”

Mammon heard his name being called in the sweet tone of sultry as his cum shot to his abdomen, painting his mocha skin to white as he pumped it until it’s all gone and done. He breathed like an inexperienced being, the broad chest puffed and flattened. As the load slowly jizzed out from his cock, he let go of his tired cock, letting it rest onto his stomach as he looked at y/n who was already falling to the bed, legs wide open with her mattress soaked from her orgasm.

“Hh…hh…” trying to catch his breath back to normal, Mammon let out another desire he had held back since.

“Y/n gimme your number”

Author note : hellloo!! How was it hehe! As I said, today is my birthday and I made a google form for you to fill it out with wishes! You can even ask me questions and I will answer it on my next post! Aren’t I seemed like an obnoxious brat that wants attention?! Hehehe!

Please fill it out! I love you guys!

[starbright349]

hiyyaa! Howdy! Can u do a request of hazbin hotel x Nezuko!overlord!reader like she looks innocent but is a blood craving demon like everyone would first see her true form during the extermination day like her head was slashed off but it healed reconnected (in demon slayer) like Adam now not knowing how to kill the reader like she heals instantly any wounds and she is merciless in her true form taking down hordes of exterminators at once without one scratch as she smiles sinisterly like everyone is shocked to see her full form even the v’s are shocked cause they always known the reader as a innocent soul who somehow managed to get to hell

thanks! If u don't feel ok with this request u can decline it's ur choice! bye!✌️

OMG! I was about to think of something like this, but you just made it better! Keep in mind, I normally don't watch Anime, so I hope you will still like it.

(Y/N) ...That was the name that almost every single being in Hell was afraid of. She had the appearance of Nezuko. She was quite attractive and had a pretty bubbly personality. She was an overlord on the west-side of Hell, owning almost all of the toy-demons, (Yes those are in Hell, I checked) most of them were stuffed animals, but others were toy ballerinas or raggedy Ann/Andy looking creatures. And they were scared to death of (Y/N).

She owned almost all of them, they all sold their souls to her yet (Y/N) had nothing to offer. She didn't have any powers like Alastor, she wasn't strong like Carmilla Carmine, and she wasn't rich like the three V's.

The reason why they were so scared of her and why they sold their souls, was their own safety. (Y/N) had a very un-healthy since for bloodlust and would often jump out and eat other demons, even if she wasn't hungry. It didn't matter to her who or what she was eating, as long her needs were satisfied.

Some of the other overlords, like Zestial. Suggested that they make (Y/N) a special mouthpiece for her chew on so no more of the souls that they owned would go missing.

Why didn't they just kill her? You may be asking. Well, it's because she can't die. Even with Angelic weapons from Carmilla Carmine. Whenever she would get hurt or have something cut off from her body, it would instantly regenerate and grow back.

So, giving her something to chew on was the next best thing to do.

It had taken all of Zestial and Carmilla's strength, to make (Y/N) wear the mouthpiece since she had refused multiple times. After getting it locked into her jaw, she became less dangerous, and the secret about her 'unique ability' stayed hidden by Zestial and Carmilla. But the other toy-demons weren't any less scared of her.

One day, she had gotten word about the 'Hazbin Hotel' by one of her little dolls. Created by Lucifer's only daughter, Charlotte Morningstar. The idea of the Hotel was to redeem sinners, so they could leave Hell to avoid the exterminations.

Almost like a permanent rehab thing.

(Y/N) became interested in this, little project of the young Morningstar, and wanted to help, maybe even find a chance of getting into Heaven. Of course, she thought that redemption was impossible, but she had to take whatever she could get to escape this place once and for all. What she didn't know was that Alastor was also there. They never had the best history together and would often fight over food.

But regardless. They tried to get along.

The residents of the Hotel were accustomed to her sweet demeanor, unaware of the demonic force that lay dormant within her.

(Y/N) did her best to try and redeem herself, and in Charlie's eyes, she was making the best progress out of anyone in the Hotel.

But soon, when Charlie had to go to a meeting set in Heaven, it didn't go well, and she announce that the Angel's would be coming to the Hotel first.

The annual Extermination Day had arrived in the chaotic realm of Hell. Demons and exterminators clashed in a frenzied battle for supremacy. Among the chaos, the Hazbin Hotel stood as a curious haven for those seeking redemption, or at least a break from the relentless combat outside.

In the midst of the turmoil, a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows. (Y/N), adorned in innocent attire, her demeanor seemingly pure. The denizens of Hell, including Charlie, Alastor, and the rest of the Hazbin Hotel staff, regarded her as an anomaly—a seemingly innocent soul in a realm of the damned.

As the exterminators closed in, their weapons drawn, (Y/N)'s true form manifested. With a swift, clean slash, her head was severed from her body. Gasps of shock echoed through the battlefield as her head tumbled to the ground, only to be followed by a collective gasp as it seamlessly reconnected, healing instantly.

Adam, the head of the extermination squad, stared in bewilderment. "What in the hell...?" he muttered, unsure of how to confront a foe that defied conventional methods of eradication.

The (Y/N)'s eyes glowed with a malevolent crimson as a sinister smile twisted across her face. In this true demon form, she moved with unparalleled speed and precision. Exterminators who dared to challenge her found their efforts futile, as wounds healed instantaneously.

The Hazbin Hotel crew watched in awe and disbelief as the supposedly innocent soul wreaked havoc upon the extermination forces. Vaggie, Charlie, and even the enigmatic Alastor were left speechless. This was not the (Y/N) they had known—an innocent, lost soul.

The reader danced through the battlefield, dispatching hordes of exterminators effortlessly. Her eyes met those of the other demons, who were now witnessing a side of her they never imagined existed. The Vaggy triplets were wide-eyed with shock, their usual confidence shattered.

Alastor, usually composed and calculating, observed with a glint of interest in his eyes. "Well, well, my dear. Seems there's more to you than meets the eye," he remarked with a sly grin.

As Extermination Day continued, the Hazbin Hotel staff found themselves in an unexpected alliance with a blood-craving, merciless demon. (Y/N), in her true form, became an unstoppable force, leaving a trail of astonished demons and exterminators alike in her wake.

[joannechocolat]

Dear Mr X...

It’s hard to give up a relationship, even when it has become toxic. Even when it brings you no joy, it’s hard to accept the fact that you’re better off without it. To look at the time you spent building it, to write off those years and start again can feel like jumping off a cliff into a bottomless precipice. You start to think of all the things you’ll lose if the relationship ends; the good times, the shared friends, the laughter and the memories. Your heart sinks at the thought of trying to rebuild all that from scratch. The time. The work. The energy. It feels like a bereavement.

I feel like that about Twitter now. A relationship that began fifteen years ago, when I was someone different, and the platform was new and hopeful and designed for communication, rather than spreading division. Sometimes I still find myself mourning that time; the friends I made; the stories I wrote, the thousands of incarnations of the Shed. Some of my friends have been left there for good, their Twitter accounts frozen in time; their words all that remains of them. Perhaps that’s why I’m reluctant to leave, even though the bluebirds have flown, and even the logo is changing to something that looks to me a lot like a modified swastika – an apt comparison, given the way in which certain voices and political views have been given unasked-for prominence, while others seem to have vanished altogether from my feed. Feed someone garbage for long enough, and they start to sicken and die. That’s what happening via this site. I have watched it happening ever since Elon Musk arrived - a man so cartoonishly self-obsessed that it’s hard to even believe he’s real, except that no writer of fiction or game designer would dream of creating such a crass and substandard character.

X. What a choice of symbol.

X marks the spot for pirates in search of buried treasure. X is the mark of a person who is unable to write their name. X is the identity of someone who needs to stay anonymous. It’s a voter’s mark; an erasure; a mystery; a chromosome.

And it’s also an occult symbol, a rune: the rune Gyfu according to the Old English Futhorc, and Gebo in the Elder Futhark; both of which translate as “gift”.

The Anglo-Saxon rune poem that accompanies it goes like this:

ᚷ Gẏfu gumena bẏþ gleng and herenẏs, ƿraþu and ƿẏrþscẏpe and ƿræcna gehƿam ar and ætƿist, ðe bẏþ oþra leas.

which translates as follows:

Generosity brings credit and honour, which support one's dignity; it furnishes help and subsistence to all broken men who are devoid of aught else.

At first glance, this seems the opposite of what Elon Musk has done for the world. A man who sees social media as his own personal platform; a man who sees the cosmos as his own personal joy-ride.

The mistake we made was believing that Twitter was our playground. Elon Musk has made it his, and is currently in the process of breaking the toys, chopping down the trees and nuking the site from orbit, just to prove that play is overrated, and that only money counts. I can’t help feeling sorry for the little boy he must have been, and to wonder what he might have been like if he’d actually had any friends. But it’s time: and the change of branding makes it even easier to step away.

So maybe this is a kind of gift to the ones of us leaving Twitter. Misinformation, misogyny, transphobia, conspiracy theories and other kinds of social media poison have already made it increasingly difficult to feel safe there. (And fun fact, the word Gift in German happens to mean “poison”.) Perhaps the ultimate gift of X is the freedom from the toxicity that has built up in this most volatile of media; the gift of better mental health; of greater connection to our world; an escape from a toxic fantasy back into the open air.

I won’t leave altogether – Threads still isn’t open to Europe, and the jury’s still out on Bluesky - but I don’t want to give any more of my content to a man who values power and money over human connection. I’m @joannechocolat across all my social media - that’s Threads, Bluesky, Tumblr and Instagram – and I’ll still be posting stories on my ko-fi account at: https://ko-fi.com/story. But if you want to know what I’m doing, then sign up to my free newsletter on my website at joanne-harris.co.uk. I’m coming to believe that social media as I once knew it may have run its course for me: I won’t leave it altogether, but from now on I plan to invest more of my time and energy elsewhere.

And as for Mr X - I doubt you’ll be around forever. But while you are, my gift to you is this final story: written live on Twitter, as was, for all the little bluebirds.

There once was a boy who had no friends. His father gave him everything money can buy: toy cars, model aeroplanes, even rockets that really flew, but friends were impossible to buy, and the boy was lonely, angry, and bored. 

One day, when he was playing alone with one of his expensive toys, he saw a group of children playing in a nearby park. They sounded so merry and carefree that the boy was jealous. 

“Why don’t I have friends?” he cried. “I shall buy the park, and then everyone will notice me.”

And so the boy asked his father to buy him the park for his very own; and he settled there with his expensive toys, and put a notice on the gate, saying: Entrance fee, 8 shillings.

The children of the neighbourhood looked enviously at the empty park. Some of the wealthier ones paid the entry fee, but many of the children did not; instead, they waited outside the gates, and looked into the place where once they had all played together.

But still the boy was not content. None of the new children played with him. Instead they played their own games, and climbed trees, or played hide and seek, or lay on the grass watching the clouds. None of this served the boy at all, and he was sulky and discontent.

“If I have all the trees cut down, then maybe the others will notice me,” he thought.

And so he ordered his servants to cut down all the trees in the park. But apart from a few toadies and flatterers, the children still did not play with him, but mocked him secretly from afar, and fell silent whenever he passed by.

“How ungrateful these children are,” said the boy, getting angry. “I bought this park for them, and still they refuse to play with me! Very well, I shall cease to pay the groundsmen and the gardeners. The park will be overrun with weeds. Wild animals will roam there.”

And so the boy did as he had promised, and the park became a wilderness. No-one wanted to pay for it, and even the toadies and flatterers and children of wealthy families went elsewhere to see their friends.

The boy was very angry at this, but there was no-one to be angry with. All the other children had gone. And so he took out his rage on the deer who had begun to roam in the park, shooting them with his toy crossbow, and became known throughout the land as a mighty hunter.

[deripmaver]

Casca in Ch 372 - Fridged again? Or the beginning of a healing arc?

I’ve seen mixed responses to Casca’s current status as a caged little dove in Falconia, with good reason. It took, no exaggeration, two hundred and fifty chapters, and twenty years of real-world time, for her to be revived after the eclipse - and now after barely beginning to scratch the surface of her trauma, she’s seemingly back at square one. 

Despite her current upsetting circumstances, though, I can’t help but feel cautiously optimistic, which seems like a weird thing to say after chapter 372. To me, Casca’s circumstances seemed to mark a fundamental shift in how she interacted with the Berserk world as compared to Elaine. I wanted to present a possibly more optimistic, Casca-centric look at chapter 372 and why I think we don’t need to start despairing just yet (that can come later).

To start off, I do think I need to clarify that I don’t actually have any fundamental issues with the outline of Casca’s arc up to this point, even post-eclipse, so if you do that’s kind of a non-starter for this whole post. I don’t think, without taking into account the details, an arc where a female warrior is raped by one of her closest companions, becomes completely catatonic due to the trauma, and needs to be taken on an odyssey to have her mind restored is an arc that’s fundamentally bad or misogynistic. Do I think Miura always wrote this arc sensitively or well? No, of course not lol, see the beginning of this post for an example of that. 

As a bit of an aside, though, I actually really think Berserk did something unique by having Casca’s rapist be someone she knew and trusted. In reality, the vast majority of sexual assaults are perpetrated by someone the victim knew, but that’s not something you see often reflected in fiction.

With Casca in Falconia, kidnapped by Griffith, I go back to the quote Miura made about her recovery. 

I don’t think it would do justice to the extent of her trauma if, after being revived, she went back to kicking ass and being the same girl she was pre-eclipse, and I appreciate that Miura seemed to understand that. I really think that it’s necessary to take time to have Casca process her trauma before having her jump right back into the action, so the question, to me, is if what’s happening right now is in service of that processing. 

To cut right to the chase lol, I actually do think it is.

In contrast to her time as Elaine, the magical hold placed on her is much more tenuous, and it battles with her will and her memory. More filters through from the outside world, the bath reminding her of Farnese and Schierke, and the band of the Falcon reminding her of the Hawks.

(There’s also a gratuitous bath scene because it’s still Berserk lol)

This is not a trauma response as Elaine was, it’s a position she’s being forced into, and the person forcing her into that is the one who broke her mind in the first place, adding to the aspect of her needing to face up to what Griffith did and what he’s still doing. 

Being kept prisoner as she is, her memories of the Hawks, and of her friends, are necessary to keep her grounded - she can’t let time do its work to heal her wounds. 

This chapter also is the first time that Casca is able to think of Guts without going catatonic, which to me shows significant progress. 

I’m also just realizing that this set of panels has Guts walking away from Casca, and honestly I think that deserves its whole section of analysis. I wonder if it’s making her think of Guts walking away after the eclipse, leaving her with Godot, or how even right before her kidnapping Guts heard her scream and attacked Griffith instead of going to her, hm... That’s for another time though. 

Guts and Casca have a huge amount to reconcile of course, considering how Guts assaulted her as well, but I think being able to think of him is a positive step forward with that.

Then, of course, there’s the big moment in chapter 372 where Casca tries to escape. 

You’re seeing her think like a warrior again, she’s outnumbered and completely unarmed, but she uses her long-honed battle intuition to gain advantage and steal a sword. She is ultimately overcome by fear and trauma and is unable to escape, but this is not at all something she could do as Elaine. This chapter represents, to me, incremental progress in her gaining control of her own mind when she’s not being actively hindered by Griffith. Even comparing her here to her last moments in Elfheim, you see her still struggling with the trauma, but also focused on returning to her companions, and using her smarts to try to escape despite significant disadvantages.

While it’s frightening to know that she’s without friends and near Griffith, I’ve said before I think this is necessary for her to confront what Griffith did to her. She kind of doesn’t have any other choice at this point LOL.

That brings me to one of the questions that I had after the chapter, which is why won’t Griffith interact with her? I remember just absolutely SEETHING after the chapter ended because Griffith broke her mind, ignored her afterwards entirely, kidnapped her away from her support system, and now won’t even acknowledge her. It’s like, I wanted to shake the screen and shout you cared about her once, and now you treat her like this? It’s infuriating!!!! Honestly I think a part of me that’s huffing EXTREME copium wants him to be ignoring her because HE can’t face up to what he did, and that Casca reminds him of that in an inescapable way. The alternative is that he really, genuinely doesn’t care about her anymore, which kind of makes me want to scream. 

I have a couple other miscellaneous thoughts after this chapter. The first, it’s interesting how Griffith has kind of forced Casca into his heterosexual nightmare scenario from immediately pre-eclipse (the one that made him want to kill himself LOL). 

It just goes to show that, while I do think Griffith had affection for Casca in the Golden Age, he always saw her as a doll he could place where he wanted, regardless of her feelings. Of course, in the Golden Age, she would have wanted to be with him always regardless of what happened - but now she very much does not, and he’s overriding her autonomy to enforce his will upon her. 

The second thought I had is that I think Casca’s separation from Guts, though the circumstances are very different, somewhat mirrors Guts’ separation from Casca after the eclipse. Guts had his whole edgelord Black Swordsman arc, and at the end of it he realized that returning to Casca and protecting her was actually important to him. Now, Casca has her own version of this separation arc, which I believe will be an arc where she can process her trauma, and at the end of it she’ll get to a point where she can decide if she wants to return to Guts. I’m not entirely convinced that this arc is just another excuse for Guts to rescue Casca - more will be clear in the next few chapters, I think, but right now he’s having his mental breakdown while again Farnese and Schierke are taking control of figuring out where Casca is. Also, it looks like physically they’re going to be heading east, so they’ll be prevented from reaching Casca for a while. My hope is that we’ll get Casca rescuing herself, but of course I don’t know.

It’s weird to say that I want to see Casca having PTSD flashbacks  and trauma responses every chapter but considering everything she’s been through, I kinda think she has to or it’s just not going to feel appropriate 😭 Honestly, while I’m cautiously optimistic about where she’ll go from here, it’s hard to say how well her story is going to be told until it’s over, and that’s not going to happen for a while. It’s definitely frustrating wanting to see Casca heal and having that dragged out longer and longer, after already waiting so long for her mind to be restored. There’s always a delicate balance of wanting to see things done right by your favorite character and not wanting to be disappointed if they aren’t. 

Still, though, I don’t think my optimism is completely unfounded, hence me making this post. Maybe I’ll be shown to be wrong, but if that’s the case, I certainly don’t regret wanting better for Casca, and hoping that we will get the chance to see her process her trauma. My (cautious lol) optimism won’t be the problem, the writing will. 

[justageneralsimpindeed]

Shigaraki with AMAB!Nomu!Reader

Tw:kinda au ,Switch!shigaraki , pain kink , choking kink , size kink, punishment kink , unprotected sex,dacriphilia, moster-fucking?corruption kink,fluff,sexual harassment (mentioned not by shigaraki),sex dungeon,spoilers I guess.Let me know if I missed anything and sorry for not posting for so long.

What distinguished you from the other nomus is how diffrent you look and your general personality.

You still follow orders,but your a sweetheart behind closed doors.

Shigaraki has found you on the table just hissing at a spider halfway across the room.

He found it amusing but was getting slightly annoyed at the mess you were making so he looks at the spider and goes pale.

A redback spider but he was going to get rid of it , no matter how much you cry for him to stay away from it.

He ends up being bitten,going to the "hospital" for the bite comes back and there is a hole in the floor.

Kurogiri can't handle you and that's a fact.The moment he lays eyes off you,you manage to scratch furniture,knock a glass of a table with full intention,sprawl yourself across the couch where he was about to sit and give a random civillian a generational asswooping to try and make shigaraki feel better.

Shigaraki often keeps you hidden after the USJ incident.Not like he took you out before but yeah

General public without him is a nono.

However he did get you a bunny (because it reminds him off you.never sitting still) to make you feel better about walking past the same wall over and over.

Your the doctor's failed nomu and that all of a sudden gave you the title as shigaraki's soulmate.

You act alot like mon , your very playful,your there when hes frustrated and you give the best cuddles, he also gives you head scrathes.This is whay he intitailly thinks of when he develops feelings for you.Pet love.

Boy was he wrong.

Whenever he comes back home your jumping onto him and shigaraki doesnt really care if anything he will throw a tantrum about how he wasn't crushed to death by his favouite creature.

Does tease you a lot when you get flustered at vulgar topics.

You can be put in time out for the bullshit you do and you will go to timeout squeezing the life out of shigaraki.

Around others you turn feral and by doing so you make him feel special.

When toga and dabi went at shigaraki when he first attacked them you were bearing your teeth kurogiri couldn't even warp your hand away from dabis throat in time.

And all toga sees is death glare armin style and eyes that scream I can show you the pearly whites of heaven dont think I wont use an equal rights equal lefts.

Your completely silent,and from that point on you learned dont fuck around,and you still might find out.Toga complained to shigaraki why you didn't take her seriously he explained that dabi had a long ranged quirk and thats why you felt threatened.

You take turns spoiling the shit out of each other.

Pillow fights,play fights,food fights you name it.

He'll sometimes get intoxicated and kiss you just after drinking so the alcohol goes to you.

You have infact shoplifted a store in broad daylight.What did they loose:pet food,video games,all the snacks and a shopping cart as that was your means of escape.

Yes shigaraki was in the shopping cart one foot on the edge posing like a pirate with the stolen good while you pushed the shopping cart away from the crime scene.

White haired shigaraki acts a little more on pda something pre liberation arc shigaraki would be flustered about.

Sits on your lap only when your in private.

When he is made leader of the paranormal liberation army he makes it clear that you are his and his alone.

He has you at the front,your cheek resting on his thigh with his hand ontop of your head.

Why?

To make it clear your ass is his and only his.

The first time shigaraki shows sexual intrest in you, is your first time outside alone and exactly why your not allowed in public anymore.

Your his and everyone is gonna shut up and accept that.

You ended up walking near a club while returning to the base with rabbit food and some new games for shigaraki (some of them shigaraki already had)because heros where dealing with a villian attack on the street you would of taken.

Lets just say some workers were on their break ,saw a muscular dude walking by who is atleast 6'6" and wanted a piece of that.

They are very persistent on you coming home with them and even taking them all on.

But all you do is shake your head as shigaraki said not to talk to strangers.

A stripper even had the audacity to pull you in by the belt and she wasn't letting go,according to her thoughs she could turn gay men straight .

Not with you.

She didn't expect to be backhanded by shigaraki who had stalked you not actually trusting the world.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS-"

"He's mine"

Hes pulling you away by the hand as he disintegrates the stripper with the other.

He is silent the entire way even when you try to apologise for getting into trouble.

NSFW

By the time you get home with shigaraki,your eye are puffy from the tears of frustration because of your unanswered pleas for forgiveness. Shigaraki still grips onto your hand tight as ever ,minus a finger, and pulls you into the base.As you go up the stairs behind shigaraki,you feel each individual step boost your anxiety.You wonder what hes going to do to you this time.

Normally he'd give you a harsh slap on the ass,refuse to give you attention,or even steal your bunny's attention from you.But you don't known why but this time feels different. Your so locked in on your thoughts that you don't even realise your past the bar and in the hallway where shigaraki's room is. Your watching his fingers as they began to bruise the skin off your wrist with the other fiddling with a key unlocking the door before he violently pushes the door open,pulling you in and tripping you up onto the bed as the guiding light of your one exit disappears .

You stumble over words ,becoming a stuttering mess as shigaraki presses a knee down onto your crotch."Hmmm soft,so you really weren't tempted?" He says with a smug ,teasing look on his face.He then walks over to the door and locks it,already fumbling with the zip of his pants.

You quickly catch on and you begin to whimper you cock slowly going hard,which causes shigaraki to pause before having the most shit eating grin."You like that Y/N~"he teases which earns him the response of you flustered, propped up on your elbows,fingers digging into the sheets and vigorously shaking your head.

You feel your pants suddenly yanked down to your ankles,your cock peeking out of your boxers waistband."Liar.You know what happens to bad boys~"His raspy voice scolds. "Not bad boy..."you whimper quietly as you attempt to close your legs together to mask your hard on. A harsh slap lands on your thigh as shigaraki slips of his pants and he begins to make his way on top of you. "Tell me the truth brat."as he positions his ass at your face.You blush wildly ,his hands working on your boxers as he waits for a response. You stutter profusely but in the end you mumble out "Want make master feel good."

Shigaraki hums as he motions to you what to do,and in the end your toungue is fucking him out and bringing him to tears.Silently begging for release he pushes ass further into you skilled mouth,bending over slightly to take your dick into his mouth. The sudden feeling of his tounge sucking the tip of your cock, having to resort to use his hands to stroke what he can't suck, has something feral grow inside you. A deep groan escapes your lips causing you to buck your hips as the sound causes shigaraki's hole to tighten around your tounge.Fingers imprint in a bluish marks on his ass from the sheer strength of your grip.

"H-hey,hey!Ease down!Y/N!"his command comes out as a shuddering whine that has you bucking your hips into his hand and your hands only grabbing on harder.

Shigaraki lets out a high pitched cry as you bury your face in his ass,giving your already long enough tounge ,much more access to abuse is prostrate.Your legs tense as shigaraki begins to resume sucking you off,every moan reverberated to your cock ,leaving the very thin silk thread of restraint even thinner.You begin to stretch out his ass with your thick fingers one of your hands going to his leaking cock,every touch a ghosts kiss teasing the arrival of ecstasy. "Ah!Oh fuck~"a obscene groan falling from his lips causing resistance to finally snap.

You had completely taken control,although whimpering and whining like a bitch in heat.Within in seconds your ontop of him hands on either side of his head,and you humping widly against his cock.The friction both bringing the worst in you.He squirms,cock twitching at a feeling he has never felt before ."Nuhh~no.nonoNo!Inside I want you Inside!"a loud moan leaves his shaking lips as he pushes away from you to,then guiding your cock to his aching hole.Hips rut into him and he yelps clawing at your back still trying to not decay you ; as if tearing bloody lines on the large space you call a back is any better.

The pain of your cock tearing up his ass blends into pleasure.Shigaraki looks up to you through his tears as he sees you pull you torso away from to take off your shirt ,muscles bulging as you flex.If it was possible he'd be twice as hard now.A desprate cry leaves shigaraki's chapped lips ,making them split and bleed,you push yourself closer than before that he might suffocate from your presence.

"AH!hmphhh ahh fuck Y/n like that!Good boy~Please-" his words trail of before being cut off from your smooth lips gliding over his,the difference of texture leaves him closer to euphoria.As your thrust become harder,his hips now turning purple from you the weight of you large hands,he begins to crumble underneath you.His hair is light blue hair sprawled across the bed,lashes thick with tears but barely thick enough to hide the rubies in his eyes.His sickly skin flushing and sweaty,lips parted into an o shaped lips bleeding as he whines out a small moan. "Ah-mmh~yea like that-haa~fuck!" yelping out as you pummel his prostare,four of his fingers clutching to your shoulders.Your lips meet ,tongues slipping between eachothers lips in a rushed embrace.

Forget cant walk for a week he was bed ridden couldn't even move for nearly a month.

More often than not its actually you who initiates sex.

You simply pick him up walk to his room and R I P that bussy ayyy.

Pre liberation arc shigaraki is a bottom in denial.Very sexual towards you to find out that the moment he can move from his bed that had to be replaced because you mauled him through that shit,hes stuck to a wheelchair.

Everyone knows.

Post liberation arc shigaraki can sound proof them walls as much as he wants,it just spurs you on to make him scream louder.

Tight clothes gets him horny,attention gets you horny so in other words you two fuck like rabbits.

He's a bit of a pillow princess because even if he doesn't want to because his brain normally becomes scrambled the moment you put your cock in.

He does sometimes top but he has to tie you up if that happens and I mean really tie you up like screw ropes.HE NEEDS CHAINS BOLTED TO THE GROUND AND A LEASH TO CONTAIN YOU.

Literally has a sex dungeon and thats all you need to know.Every toy and weird ass device you can think of is down there and has been used atleast three times.

Aftercare is actually really sweet.Contains lots of cuddling,showering together,kisses and watching his favourite anime.

He loves you to death and when the war happens and he finds out you were captured.He breaks free of all for one almost instantly just for a moment so he can save you and hug you one last time before he's under afo's control.

[palestporn]

Karkat: let him see the fear

You don't answer, but Gamzee must see some of your resignation in your face. When you snatch up a rag and start wiping angrily at one of his cheeks he just lets you, watching you placidly. His pupils are dilated enough to eat up most of the purple in his eyes.

He says, "You're hurting."

"I hit my head, and I've got some--scratches," you say, because apparently that purrbeast has escaped the shapeless containment device. "I'm fine. I told you I'd take care of everything, and I meant it."

Gamzee considers that while you wipe his face. There's a split in his lip, when you scrub the paint away, and a bruise on his jaw.

He says, "I mean, yeah, but. You're working up some shit in your thinkpan, is what I mean. You're hammering that shit down in, hard-shell little snipbeast like you are. Look at all these prickly-ass walls you're putting up."

"I'm not putting up walls," you snap, and wipe away a smear of paint, harder than you mean to. "I'm the very goddamn picture of professional transparency."

"I'm not a motherfucking professional," says Gamzee, and frowns at you, a slow shift like a moonrise, disapproval that's worse for how he seems to be discovering it as it happens. "And if you've got no walls, motherfucker, no hurt you're hiding from me, how come you're in ablutions with your motherfucking moirail and you got your whole shiny snipbeast shell on still?"

You look down at yourself, soaking uniform, water on your armor, and feel abruptly like a complete idiot. "That's--just," you start, and then growl and drop the rag on the seating shelf next to him to peel at your wet armor, tugging it away from cuts and scrapes and kicking it defiantly away into the corner of the ablutions chamber. Then you spread your arms like fuck you, here it all is, take a good fucking look. "Happy now?"

"Happier," says Gamzee, and yawns hugely, a wide stretch of fangs. "You're hurting still. You gotta just let go sometimes, best friend. You gotta stop doing the job and just motherfucking trust."

"I'm not going to stop doing my job," you snap, and he blinks at you through the water, slow and hazy, hardly together enough to move. You don't mean to raise your voice, but you're--you can't just stop taking care of him. You can't. The fear is a naked, ugly thing, turning your hands clumsy and your voice loud and harsh. "My job is to be what you need me to be, dipshit! I know you've got pretty lights and honking horns where your thinkpan should be, but you should know this by now--it's my job to keep you steady! It's my job to make you safe, you absolute fucking moron, and you can barely stand up right now, what do you mean, let go?!"

"I mean I'm pretty fuckin' steady now, best friend," he says, and lifts up a hand, slow and wavering, to take yours and pull it away from his face. The paint and blood are gone, and he looks like a different person without them. Thinner, and sadder, and younger and older both at the same time. "I mean, you told me we were already safe. And what you're showing me right now's a whole lotta scared and fucked up, like you think we're gonna get jumped on if you let me touch you kind. You tellin' me you said me some bullshit? We're not so motherfucking safe?"

"I-- Wh-- No, but--"

"So it's safe if you rest easy, too. If you didn't lie."

It's never fair when Gamzee suddenly manages to do something smart. All of a sudden sometimes that mild look closes on you like a trap on a squeakbeast, and he's got you coming and going. Well, fuck him. You're resolved in your mission, and letting him touch you a little isn't going to change that. You can take it, if it'll get him to stop looking at you like that.

Karkat: Give ground

==> Let him have your horns ==> Let him have your body ==> Let him have your thinkpan

[Start Over]

[shrapnelstars]

(Hyperfixation go brrrrrr)

(spoilers below)

There's a bit more of old Scratch intact than I realized.

✒️ He kept his promise to terrorize the heck out of Alice.

✒️ He wrote a forever party where he's the center of attention and everyone loves him and fawns over him, at the cost of the lives of Alan's loved ones. He then says that "we deserve this ending" and "everyone loves us".

✒️ There's also a cutscene jump scare frame where he's grinning and trying to be cool. (I think during the point where he marks Casey for possession out in the forest, while Alan still has the flannel outfit.)

✒️ Casey is also wearing a suit similar to his AN one when he's possessed.

(Pepe Silvia Territory)

🖍️ "Tom Zane" is a perpetually grinning, dramatic, sleazy, hedonistic goofball who claims to have colluded with Alan on a book to escape the Dark Place.

🖍️ As mentioned further above, at the end of the game, Casey!Scratch talks to Alan about the ending as if he and Alan wrote it together.

🖍️ If Tom Zane made a peaceful pocket dimension for himself and Barbara deep in the Dark Place, why would he be trying to escape with Alan, without Barbara?

🖍️ The Happy Song plays during "Zane's" first scene.

🖍️ Scratch and "Zane" have the exact same reddish eye makeup.

🖍️ In the scene where Alan enters the projector and shoots him, keeping in mind that the game has already drawn attention to the fact that they look the same, "Zane" switching places with him only makes sense if they're connected in some way. Alan also shouts "I'm in control now", in this game that is constantly hammering home the fact that Alan and Scratch are the same person, and are usually fighting for control over each other.

🖍️ If you stick around with the projector after leaving it, "Zane" gets up and reveals he wasn't even phased by the bullet. He also repeats the motif of Alan being shot in the forehead, and draws attention to this by wiping the paint from it. If one of the motifs of the game is Alan being shot in the head, why would a totally separate guy echo the motif?

🖍️ As a slight aside, even if "Tom Zane" isn't Scratch, I feel pretty strongly that this character isn't actually Zane, but is some other aspect of Alan's identity. I'm just noticing some of the similarities and behaviors he shares with Scratch.

🖍️ I'm going to keep referring back to the John Mirra side story from Max Payne, and the Night Springs episode about the guy who's life is taken over by his evil double. In both stories, the evil double is never traditionally defeated. The hero has to recognize the double as themselves, and embrace them as part of their identity. That's the only way to move past them. Alan is still pushing Scratch away and rejecting him instead of owning up to being him. He's going to keep coming back until Alan owns him, which he made steps toward at the end of the game. "Come here, motherfucker! Come home!" Scratch keeps pushing Alan's buttons by referring to themselves as "we/our/us". "We earned this ending. Our happy ending. We are the heart. We wrote this together. A melding of higher minds." Alan, in his drunken haze in "Zane's" room, even temporarily embraces this. "It's called Return...because we return."

🖍️ Where, in the rest of the Return chapters of the game, is Tom Zane ever brought up to the surface? If Tom is trying to co-write Return to escape along with Alan, why would he never mention himself escaping in the remainder of the book? Even with Alan's edits, why would he completely forget about Tom? Guess who does make it out to the surface, though.

[yourfriendlyshapeshiftermonsters]

Made more doodles about my au. If you have any questions about any of it just ask away.

Also,lore of the doodles is just that i think it would cool if at least some of the me phones didn't die,but are instead are under a new management. developing a more complex personality, name,ways to cope with an abusive father that hopefully stay in jail😔😔😔(/hj),and design than are different than the original.

So i thought i start with my fav design of em all!! Which is...🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

the twin💥💥💥💥 Mephone 5s and 5c (i will try to think of a new name for them.. Suggestion are appreciated)

5s and 5c act as those troublesome twins to the other siblings,usually shows up at the show as a little cameo. Acting like the biggest villain the contestants need to beat,making the challenges harder for the contestants or even just revolve around them. With them usually escaped right after they got defeated by the contestants and scream 'WE WILL DEFEAT YOU ONE DAY!! JUST WAIT AND SEE!! HAHA-' As they got blasted into the sun.. Or rather the me cloud building ig..

They purposely act like this in the shows as a way to help mephone4s boost up the view rating (and that they like to make 4s suffer by annoy tf outta him especially with the new most confusing slang they learned with the most miss used way to say that but we don't count that..)

But despite being an iconic twin that always shows up with each others at screen,they have quite an opposite way of fighting. With 5c usually just jumped right into whatever she's facing,having an incredible love for fighting and violence and being one of the lightest me phone from being made of mainly plastic. She loved using fast movement and sword techniques to confused the target and defeat her enemy without a second left to spare. Creating more risk for her to get scratched and cracked but ehh who cares about that am i right? Having scar all over your body looks badass either way.

5s in other hand would rather play a in a more safe way. Such as using a long ranged attack like gun as his main weapon and much prever to block his enemy attacks as he would think of a good way to unarmed their enemy

Working on the others later,don't worry they all aren't into fighting

Not too much at least

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Chosen Family

Peter3 x LGBTQ!Reader (Platonic)

SFW; Hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, platonic love

Words: 1646

Summary: After coming out to your immediate family, you find yourself fleeing home and seeking comfort from your best friend, Peter, who sets out to remind you of your worth, and show you that family isn't inherently defined by blood.

Warnings: Discussions of family being anti-LGBTQ+ including implications of cissexism and heterosexism (nothing descriptive, but please do not read if you think it might trigger you. Your wellbeing comes first), unsupportive family, self doubt, crying, implied d*sphoria, swearing, comforting playful tickles courtesy of Peter Parker

DISCLAIMER: This drabble was a request and I felt it was very important that it be the next fic I post. In NO way is this meant to glamorize or make light of situations where coming out does not go well. These situations are real, they're scary, and they can be very dangerous for the person coming out. I hope that this fic can offer comfort to my fellow LGBTQ+ people who don't have acceptance or support from their families. You are not a mistake, you are not a burden, and you are inherently deserving of safety, support, and love, whether you are out or not. This blog is and will always remain a safe space for you. Take care <3 

Peter hadn't been expecting anyone so late in the evening. His ears had been so tuned in to the sound of the rain falling against the fire escape outside of his apartment... so tuned in to the scratching of his pen on his notebook... so tuned in to the silence of the room... so used to the busy sounds of New York in the streets below that the honking of car horns and mundane chatter didn't bother him much. It felt oddly comforting to him.

As he continued writing, cross-legged from his place in the corner of the room, upside down as he stuck to the ceiling, the sudden frantic knocking on his door startled him. He was swiftly sent falling to the floor with a loud thud, groaning at the impact of his body against the hardwood and not-so-soft rug.

With a sharp exhale, he shook off the pain and jumped up, rushing himself to the door when he heard the knocking a second time. Upon gently swinging open the door, his face contorted with worry. "Y/N...?"

There you stood, soaked from the rain, shivering head to toe, holding a suitcase in one hand, another bag in the other, with the straps of a backpack visible on your shoulders. "Hi, Peter. Sohorry for the surprise. I... didn't know where else to go..." You were trying hard to stay in good spirits, but your laugh was hollow, and try as you might to keep the corners of your mouth curled into a smile, they'd fight their way back down.

"Y/N- don't... don't apologize," Peter insisted. "What happened?"

"I... I came out... to my family..." 

That was all Peter needed to hear to understand that things had not gone well. He could see your red and puffy eyes, still glassy from what must have been hours of crying. Without hesitation, he ushered you into his apartment, helping you with your bags and offering you the privacy of the bathroom to take a warm shower and change into dry clothes.

While you were in the bathroom, Peter set to work preparing the his room with fresh blankets and pillows, before putting the kettle on to boil, intent on making your favorite hot drink. After he'd gotten the mugs from the cupboard (and after nearly dropping one), Peter walked down to the bathroom. His hand raised to knock on the door, but only managed to get one tap on the wood with his knuckle before the door had opened, causing you two to jump at each others' presence.

Despite your spiked heartbeat, you let out a chuckle for the first time that day. "Peheter!You scared the hell out of me!"

"Sohorry! I... just wanted to let you know that you're taking my room for the night." The tiniest smile formed on Peter's lips as he swiftly interrupted what he knew would be protest on your part. "Ah ah ah! Nope, don't you start. Don't even."

"I didn't even say anything yet!"

"You were gonna insist on taking the couch, weren't you, bug?" That question had you closing your mouth and exhaling through your nose.

"And what about it, Parker?"

"I will be sleeping on the couch. You're my best friend and my guest, you get the bed." 

You quickly concluded that this was an argument you were most definitely not going to win, so you conceded, but not before you reached up and ruffled Peter's hair. "HEY!" His exclamation made you grin, but he could still see the pain and hurt in your eyes, and his own smile slowly fell.

"Peter...?"

"Do you want to talk about it?" Your friend's eyes were soft, brows knit ever so slightly. "You don't have to if you don't want to... But I... I'm here to listen... if you need someone to listen..."

Peter's words were genuine, and you could feel your throat tighten with the urge to cry again. As much as your mind had been telling you not to, as much as your mind had been echoing the horrid words of everything your family had said to you, you nodded, lips pressed together while you fought to hold back your tears.

It would be another half an hour before the two of you sat down together in the living room. Your eyes were puffier than before, and Peter knew the crying had continued in the thirty minutes he'd been finishing up the drinks. He set the two mugs down on the coffee table with utmost caution and care, before using one of his web shooters to grab a box of tissues from another corner in the room.

"Dihid I ever tell you that I accidentally launched stuff toward my face a couple times when I was still mastering these things?" You graciously took the tissues, the quietest laugh leaving your lips. Peter plopped down onto the couch and turned to look at you. "Alright. Whenever you feel ready, you have the floor. I'm all ears."

With a shaky inhale that was far too shallow to count as a proper deep breath, you began to tell Peter everything. From your initial announcement to your family, to the expressions on their faces, to the horrific things they'd said, to how it made you feel and how it had shattered a part of you. Peter listened to every word, and felt his heart ache when you accepted the embrace he offered you, and sobbed into his shirt.

When the tears had stopped, and the mugs were empty, you rested your head on Peter's shoulder. He looked over at you, having noticed you blankly staring at the wall far ahead of you.

"Y/N...?"

"I couldn't keep doing it, Peter... I couldn't keep pretending to be someone I wasn't... It ate away at me..."

"I know it did, Y/N... I know..."

"Knowing that I don't even have support from my family... My own family... Is blood really thicker than water like they say it is...?"

Peter offered his hand to you, and gently squeezed it. "No... Not always... But... chosen family can be."

"I don't even have one of those-"

"You have me," Peter stated. "We've been friends for years and that won't change. I'm here for the long haul, bugs."

"P-Promise...?"

"I promise. Swearin' on my spider suit. You're stuck with me, Y/N."

The faintest traces of a smile appeared on your face, and upon seeing Peter's confused expression, you fought the urge to grin, wiping the remains of your tears on your sleeve. "More stuck than the fifty times you've gotten stuck on the ceiling?"

"Fifty- FIFTY?? It was not that many."

"You're right! I've merely counted the time that I've witnessed it. The true count's probably three hundred-twenty or something- PFFHAA!" Your sudden exclamation had been the result of Peter squeezing your side.

"Wanna run that number by me one more time, smartass?"

"Peheter," you warned, unable to suppress your giggles.

"PeEetEeRrrr~" Your friend repeated back mockingly. "I think it's about time I got a real good laugh outta you. Don't you think so?"

Though you let out a yelp when your best friend pulled your torso across his lap, you made no effort to sit up, instead opting for half-heartedly shielding your sides while still openly giggling.

"You're really bad at hiding how giddy this makes you."

"Fuhuhuckihing shuhuhut ihihit, arachnid boy!"

"Annnnnnnd strike threee!" Peter declared, moving your hands aside with ease and gently clawing at your ribs. "THEHERE'S THE CACKLE!"

"PEHEHEHETEHEHERRRR!"

You couldn't recall the last time you had laughed so freely and loudly. There was little to say as Peter began laughing with you, the corners of his eyes scrunching up with mirth. A triumphant, slightly condescending giggle echoed from your throat when you successfully caught the one and only Spider-Man off guard by gently digging your fingers into his sides. "SHIHIHIIT! NOHOPE! OH NO YOU DON'T~"

The giggling man quickly gained the upper hand in your short-lived tickle fight by trapping your legs in his grip and aiming for the spots around your knees. By the time the two of you had grown tired, your core ached from laughing so much, but for that moment, some of your heartache had been eased by the love and support of your closest friend.

"Youhou should know by now that I always win tickle fights." Peter teased with an impish smile.

A playful, dramatic scoff was your response to his comment. "I wonder why? Not like you cheat with your super powers."

"Nohohot my fault the spidey senses kick in!"

Your mind and body were exhausted from the day, so you opted to retire to bed for the night, but not before hugging Peter tightly and thanking him for supporting you.

"Bugs, it's what chosen family does," he stated. He pressed his lips together as he contemplated whether or not to ask you what he'd been wanting to.

"You good, Peter...?"

"Y-Yeah, uh... well... Aunt May's stopping by in the morning... Would you, maybe... wanna talk...? To her...? When she does?" His voice was soft and inquisitive, and he patiently awaited your answer.

Peter didn't need to ask the question with much detail or elaboration for you to know what he meant. "Y-Yeah... actually... I think that would be good..."

"Great! You're like her second kid, you know."

After saying goodnight to each other, both of you settled in for the night. Though you had no idea how the next several months would be, and though the pain of how your family had reacted to your coming out was still fresh, you could trust that Peter and his support would remain a constant in your life, and that thought made you feel a little less scared about not knowing what was ahead.

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Back into the writing game I go!!! 🥳 I have missed y'all so much and I hope this drabble will bring comfort /gen /lh

I'm feeling better and more inspired 🥹

~ Ushu 💖 (/p)

[heavenlyeden]

♱Heavenly Feast♱

𓆩Chapter 3 - Silver chains𓆪

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CW: Implied childhood abuse, panic attack, emeto, creepy whumper's pov.

Benjamin said nothing but a soft ‘thank you’ each time he was fed. He looked away every time Kieran entered the basement. Kieran had mistakenly believed due to how he acted when they talked previously that he wouldn’t look that miserable. Benjamin looked at the floor yet again when Kieran sat down in front of him with the food.

“Your lunch.” His tone was gentle as he pushed the food toward him.

Benjamin took it, muttering a sweet ‘thank you’ once more. Yet, he still looked miserable. It made Kieran uncomfortable. Sure, he liked to see him crying and scared, but not miserable. He watched him eat the food silently, something itching in the back of his mind. In a way, he looked familiar. He hadn’t noticed that before, as he was blinded by his beauty. Benjamin finished his meal and gave the plate back to Kieran.

“You haven’t told me your name.”

He tilted his head, the empty plate in his hands.

“Kieran.”

“Kieran…” He fidgeted. “Can you promise not to- to hurt me for what I’m going to ask you?”

“Of course not. Ask away, I promise I won’t hurt you, dear.” He smiled.

Benjamin looked up at him with a pained look and teary eyes. To Kieran’s surprise, he didn’t enjoy it. It made his stomach churn.

“I-I understand why you have to keep me, but does it have to be like this? Do you need to keep me chained up on this cold, hard floor? I’m a mess of sweat and tears, and I can’t stand this stuffy basement anymore. Please, does it have to be like this…?”

Kieran played with the plate. It was obvious, wasn’t it? It was to stop him from escaping. Just that… right? Yet, his hand shook as he stared at the chain around his ankle.

It was a bad day; he realized. The sort of day where his mind tried to drag him back to that room.

It wasn’t the same. It wasn’t. But the building panic didn’t stop.

‘Why, dad?’

His throat closed up. He couldn’t breathe. He clawed at his throat, yet it closed more and more. His chest ached. He couldn’t breathe. His stomach revolted against him. He scratched his neck with his nails as if he were trying to open a hole. His last meal pushed up on his throat. Blindly, he stumbled to the bucket nearby and threw up until there was nothing left.

Overwhelmed by a dense mental fog, he picked up the plate and went upstairs without saying a thing. His body collapsed to the bed. He looked at the multiple silver rings on his hands—chains he put on himself. A chain hugged his neck, he could feel it chafing at his skin, even though he knew there was nothing there. The piercings on his ears stung. He dropped his hands and stared at the ceiling as memories flashed by. Blood, begging, the silver chains, that dammed room and the devil named Joseph Edwards. Time melted away.

When he came to his senses, the room was dark. He sat up and rubbed his neck. Everything felt out of place, slightly to the left. He rubbed his temples, trying to clean his mind from the fog.

“Benjamin!" He snapped.

Kieran jumped off the bed and ran downstairs. His captive leaned against the wall, in deep sleep. His pitiful state both allured him and weighed in his conscience.

“Fuck, what am I doing?” He mumbled, sighing.

The more he stared at Benjamin, the guiltier he felt for keeping him in such a deplorable situation and enjoying it. For being blinded by lust and not thinking about his dignity.

It wasn’t the same, but he still made a person suffer more than he had to.

...𓆩♱𓆪...

“Benji.” Kieran shook him awake gently.

He groaned as he woke up and looked at Kieran with cold, sleepy eyes. Kieran gave him a gentle smile, crouching and holding his left ankle. He shackled it with silver chains, which got a frightened, yet silent, reaction out of Benjamin. He remained silent as Kieran shackled the other end of the long chain to his own wrist and unlocked the chain on his right ankle.

“This-” he tapped the silver shackle, “-is just a precaution. Come on,” he gave him his hand, “let’s get out of here, eh?”

Benjamin cautiously held his hand and used him for support. His legs faltered, but Kieran caught him in his arms. He looked up with an embarrassed look on his face.

“My legs are numb… Sorry.”

The shy, scared, submissive manner, and that angelical voice enchanted Kieran. He was trying, really, but how could he not feel lust when Benjamin was so… perfect? Benjamin looked down, fidgeting. Kieran tilted his chin up, unable to take the smile from his face.

“Don’t apologize, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have kept you down here… I will do better from now on, alright? I know it’s not enough and that you want to go home. I can’t let you go, but I will try to make your stay here as comfortable as possible. Can I ask just one thing from you?” He caressed his face. “Don’t try anything stupid. Cooperate, and I won’t ever chain you down here again. Promise?”

Benjamin frowned in thought. But after a moment, he nodded and answered.

“Promise…”

Kieran grinned, cupping his cheek. Benjamin didn’t pull away. So, so docile. Kieran pulled away and held his hand.

“Come on, now.”

Taglist: @thatonefoxyplush @suspicious-whumping-egg @hidden-dreamland

[barryhairry]

April 17 12:34 am

that feeling, that feeling of knowing I could get away with it. That sexual gratification of just a little extra. Like a hit of a blunt and to exhale without care of who might sniff it out. That knowing that i could just keep it to myself and i could get my rocks off, stroke and fantasize of being dirty with a stranger. Then the interaction, the response, the filthy shadow self that has the want to bust a nut then forget the person even exists.

Having my cake and eating it too. Oh how it burns. How that temptation singes and stings. Oh fuck how the knowing that i can have the closest thing to…

like a lake of wet mud. The flat and untouched surface, teasing me to dirty up my sneakers. “Well, no one can get mad at me for dirtying up the souls of my shoes.” “Look at how my footprint perfectly stamps the mud. It feels slippery and slimy, if I wasn’t worried about the consequences of getting messy id make a mud angle.” Walking the tight rope of temptation is infuriating. “Why don’t I just jump? There’s a net to catch my fall and it’ll be fun to be flung into the air, like a big trampoline.” “Oh goodness, the sides of my shoes got some mud on ‘em! Well that’s alright, I’ll just shuffle through the dewy grass before anyone notices.” The further i step out into the lake my shoes sink. “What a fun and liberating feeling! My fresh and clean shoes sinking into the mud, the sides of my shoes are already dirty what’s the harm? I already have a clean up plan.”

The further i step out into the lake, just one casual step. I shift my weight and like a trap door, the mud is up to my ankles!” I laugh uncontrollably and when i pull my foot out, my shoe nearly comes off, nearly disappears with the mud! My opposite foot starts sinking too! I panic. This is a lot more to clean up now.

Dread. Anxiety. Guilt. Shame. The dawning of the situation. Like a record scratch or a freeze then zoom in, like a film. Like i smoke a fatty in my bathroom, been in there for over two hours and just when I’m ready to chill i walk out, and realize I’ve stunk up the house.

”i wish I hadn’t done that.” Is that thought even worth it? The damage is done, the most time proficient thing is to figure out how to undo this decision and make it look like I haven’t made a mistake.

quik! Think, think! Wait? Have i gotten permission before to be dirty? Was the permission given with genuineness or reluctance? Am i held to a standard? It’s my life right? It’s also my decision, to be filthy. Yet, i know there are less dirty ways to be filthy, more respectable ways with minimal clean up. Messes without consequences as dire as this. But those ways are boring and they provide releases with less suspense and can be achieved too simply. They also don’t give me this feeling of dread and regret. And they guarantee no punishment either, or change of perception about me. And when i do those common release of energy, I can move on with my life. And not obsess over this microscopic escape from reality. Like polliester, filling up my time, hours on end, with no profit but my sperm on my hand and on my shorts.