#please don’t flop

[rowanswriting]

hmmm i can’t stop thinking about eddie being such a mean fuck in bed. mocking and teasing and degrading. repeating every little moan you make and just laughing at you when all you can do is whine in response😈

Trigger Warning: p in v sex, female reader, name calling, slapping, if I missed something tell me please!! 18+

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The sound of your headboard slapping against the wall is so intense you are surprised a hole hasn't been knocked into the wall yet. Eddie has your legs spread, and pushed back right next to your head. Tears are streaming down your face as you look up at him, your breathing labored and shaky. "Fuck Eddie please, I can't take it anymore." You cry out, a harsh slap lands across your cheek. Eddie pouts at you mockingly, before laughing.

"Shut the fuck up little slut, you're the one that was begging for my dick a few minutes ago, now take it." Your eyes tear up as he thrusts into you even harder, you didn't even think it was possible to go any harder but somehow Eddie did. You cry louder as Eddie reaches down to start rubbing your clit. "Aww poor little girl, stuffed so full of my cock and all you can do is cry about it." You nod helplessly, your lip trembling as Eddie pulls out of you abruptly before flipping you over.

"Need to fuck you from behind baby, gotta see that pretty ass bounce on my dick." He mutters out before lining himself back up with your pussy, pushing in roughly. You only cry louder as he begins fucking you even harder than he was before, his pace brutal and unforgiving. He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back so your neck is leaning back in an uncomfortable position.

“Look at you baby, taking my dick so good. You love it when I fuck you like this don’t you? Pathetic little whore.” He spits out, his other hand slapping your ass hard, leaving welts and bruises from his rings. More hot tears stream down your face. Your eyes swollen and puffy.

“F-fuck Eddie! I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop!” You cry out, pushing your hips back in time with his thrusts, making him go deeper inside of you. He hits your g-spot three times before your vision turns white. Your orgasm hits you harder than it ever has before as you scream out for him. “That’s it baby, fuck!” He says, pushing your head down into your pillow and fucking into you while you cum around him.

“N-no more baby please.” You beg as overstimulation begins to set in. Eddie just leans his head back and laughs, leaning down over you and bringing his lips right next to your ear. “This is what you wanted remember? Filthy little whore, be quiet and milk my dick.”

It goes without saying that for the next week you can’t even sit down, after you made Eddie cum he just kept going until you both couldn’t take it anymore… but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The way Eddie fucks you is everything you need.

[batfleshh]

I am currently sucking and fucking bull hybrid ghost. i love you

Bigger

BullHybrid!Ghost X M!Reader

Warnings: I just wanted to use this ask to get it out of my inbox w this fic so ignore that, FIRST TIME WRITING H!CHAR so ignore if it’s like bad, HE BIG, IM SO SORRY I HAVE LOST SO MUCH MOTIVATION GUYS pls don’t let this flop or i will SOB, anyway warnings for breeding, possessive Ghost, and rough sex :3, belly bulge yayayaya, back with the milk (it’s his cum), talks of getting u pregnant (he won’t the thought is just hot), this starts off quick, not proofread

★ Bull!Ghost who’s heavily set on keep your near him, always being two steps behind you when you’re around base. He can’t help it, his own instincts making him watch you like a hawk. That being said, this fucker is always seeking for an opportunity to be inside you. On a mission? Let him slide it in while you’re out hiding. On base? Go find a closet and let him bend you over a few boxes. He’ll find an opportunity eventually.

★ Bull!Ghost who will hold you down, force your face into a mattress and shove his cock into you, making you feel like you’re being split in half. You’ll hear him huff and grunt behind you, the stretch of his bigger than average cock making you lose your mind. He’ll probably never admit it, though he makes it kind of obvious, he loves watching you fall apart, your desperate noises making him just want to keep you that way forever, but he does have eventually end up being softer on you, taking care of you after treating you that way.

★ Bull!Ghost with larger EVERYTHING, his figure much more toned and built than what he would normally look like. He likes to hold you in his arms, the way you fit there making him want to keep you there. It doesn’t matter how tall or short you are really, he’ll make you fit in his arms any way, he could fit a lot of things actually. Sometimes you’ll be surprised at how large he is, forgetting what you had been through the last time. It always ends up with you asking him to slow his role, asking for him to ease up. But he doesn’t, why would he need to?

★

“Simon, God, p- please!”, you plead with him, the rough rocking of his hips making you see stars. You watch his tagged and scarred ears twitch on his head, his nose scrunched with how concentrated he seemed to be. He ends up trying to quiet you down, his hand moving to cover your mouth. Your back arches up off the bed, the feeling of his cock hitting that spot inside of you making you want to take him in way more than you physically can.

He watches as your hand moves to grab at his wrist, drool seeping out onto his palm. The feeling doesn’t make him pull away, despite how gross the action seemed to be. He just waits to pull his hand away, wiping it on the bed. He doesn’t say anything to you, grabbing one of your hands and moving it down, placing it on the spot where you can feel his dick inside of you. He chuckles at how you whimper at the feeling, almost mind blown.

He watches his dick go in and out of you, his tail swishing back and forth. He leans down as he picks up his speed, moving close to your ear.

“Gonna fuck a calf into you, handsome. Would love to breed such a pretty boy,” he groans, feeling himself reach closer to the edge with every thrust. You make more pathetic noises, the very thought in the moment making you push your hips back into his. Ghost groans as he releases inside of you, the whines coming from you making him push his hips firmly against yours, holding them in place as he hushes you gently. You get a few deep breaths in and out before you feel him start to move again, a whine being drawn out from you. You look up at him with glossy eyes, his hand traveling up to cradle the side of your head. You feel his previous orgasm leak out of you as his cock starts to plunge into you, each thrust faster than the last. So much for getting a break.

★ ~

I got bored and lazy. This is short MB YALL but like hey im back

[shdysders]

insecurities

pairing: vada cavell & female reader

summary: in which vada makes an offensive comment about your appearance, knowing you already hated it.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: serious topics, body image, body shaming comment, alcohol poisoning.

author’s note: remember that words don’t define you, you’re beautiful just the way you are and do not need to change yourself.

the ending on this one is rushed, i’m sorry about that. also sorry if you guys don’t like this idea, it was just smth that popped into my mind.

Shopping with Vada was absolutely pointless.

She would complain about everything and nothing. About her feet hurting, about how she didn't have enough money for new things, or how she found it completely unnecessary to buy clothes when she already had enough.

You had spent multiple times with Vada in countless malls, walking through different stores, listening to her complaining all the time, whining like a child and nag about it being boring.

This time you had suggested for Vada to bring Mia along, for company while you tried things on. You thought it would make things easier for you; not having to deal with your child like girlfriend.

However you were wrong.

You were at the local mall alongside Mia and Vada, shopping for dresses who would be appropriate for your birthday party. You were really excited; two people were there to help you pick.

Although they didn't help. They were too busy talking and gossiping about losers at school to even notice the dresses you were showing.

You could understand that this probably wasn't the most exciting thing to do, but you thought they would at least pay attention, considering Vada was your girlfriend, and Mia was one of your closest friends.

You had been gushing about this party for months, so you didn't understand why they were suddenly so uninterested.

"What about this one?" You spoke, trying to drown out their loud conversation with your own voice.

Vada didn't listen for one bit. She only turned her head when Mia did so, only because it ended their dialogue.

"That one's pretty." Mia said, adoring gaze scanning the dress.

The dress was black with floral design that covered the whole fabric. The fabric was lightweight and flowy. You felt pretty, it suited you very well.

"It's alright." Vada said not long after, her lips formed in a thin line, there was frustration in her voice, like she was mad at you for interrupting their talk.

This was the second dress you tried on and Vada was already bored and frustrated, you could tell. She wasn't exactly hiding it.

You decided it'd be for the better to just hurry up, even though that wasn't what you had planned. You didn't want to waste their time.

Nodding your head, taking their answers into consideration, before turning around to get into the next dress.

This one was your favorite.

Navy blue with an open back, glitter decorating the whole dress. It was tight, rather short as well, but you felt sophisticated in it. Pretty. Gorgeous in fact. Which was rare for you.

You smiled to yourself in the mirror, prepared for Vada and Mia to liking just as much as you.

However, when you pull the dressing room curtain to the side, they didn’t even bother to turn their heads to look at you. They were way too busy talking yet again.

They were laughing about something. And a strange feeling in you were saying that it was either about you or the dresses you were showing. 

You stood there dumbfounded for a minute, waiting for them to turn their attention to the clothing piece. But they didn't.

"Vada?" You called out, since her opinion was the one that really mattered. 

She still didn't turn her head, although you knew she heard you. You could tell by the way her head slightly turned, her eyes not leaving Mia as she talked. You couldn't even bother to listen to what they were saying.

Seconds later she put her hand up, signaling for you to wait for her to finish listening, and for Mia to stop talking. Which at this point, could take ages.

You were starting to grow tired of her ignorance. She always did this whenever Mia was around. Sometimes she would find subjects to talk about that you couldn't be included in on purpose, either that or you just couldn't relate.

Her name fell from your lips again, and this time her head snapped in your direction, nothing but exasperation painting her face. "What?"

The previous smile on your face fell once you heard the harsh tone in her voice. "Could you at least look at it?"

Vada's gaze was burning onto your skin, she was looking at you as if you just told her that she had to be quiet for the rest of the year.

You couldn't put a finger on the reason for why she had gotten this angry, she used to get like this, but when she did there would at least be some kind of motive for it. Now there wasn't.

It was like steam was coming out of her ears. All you did was ask her to look at the dress for like what? One second? And she looked furious.

Vada didn't know what had gotten into her either. She didn't like being interrupted, but when it was you, she didn't care. Now she did.

She cast a discerning gaze over the dress, her eyes revealing a clear hint of annoyance. "It makes you look big. I don't like it." She spat out before she could process her words.

The confidence in the dress was quickly drained away by Vada's comment. It was like a punch to the gut, a lump beginning to form in your throat.

You suddenly felt embarrassed, for even thinking she would like the dress in the first place. Of course she didn't like it. What did you except?

"Oh." You bit your lip, trying to the prevent the layer of tears from falling, which you felt was beginning to coat your irises. "Okay"

You didn't think twice before hurrying back to the dressing room, being quick to pull the curtain back so it covered you. Mumbles from Vada and Mia could be heard, but they were shut out as the ringing in your ears took over, quiet sobs falling from your mouth.

Checking the dress in the mirror one last time, you saw what Vada might've seen. Now all you could see was the body that you used to see back in sophomore year, back to when you used to stand in front of the mirror in tears and panic every day.

There was a few more dresses you had yet to try on, however, you had lost interest in pursuing that particular topic. All because of what Vada said.

You rushed yourself out of the dress, not standing the sight of it in the mirror.

And while you were about to get into your regular clothes, you heard Vada's voice right outside the changing room.

"Y/n, I'm sorry.. I didn't mean it." She sounded regretful. "You looked beautiful in it.. I don't know why I said that."

It was true. Vada had no clue why she said what she said and did what she did. She felt like she had absolute no control over what her mouth was doing. Like always. She always ended up saying something she didn't mean or stuff that was completely inappropriate.

She knew you'd had problems with confidence and self esteem before, which only made the guilt in her chest grow stronger and bigger.

You didn't care for Vada's attempt at solving the problem she caused. Instead you rapidly grabbed all of the dresses on their hangers and rushed out, not bothering to look at Vada's sad expression, filled with remorse and guilt.

You rushed past her, not even glancing at Mia who was standing further away, looking at you in the same way.

"Aren't going to try the rest?" Vada rushed behind you, almost stepping on your heels for walking so closely behind.

"No." You answered harshly before the full question had time to exit her mouth.

She didn't ask why; because she knew the reason. The reason was her. And her too big of a mouth.

All of the dresses you were carrying were put onto the return racks before you walked out of the store.

You could feel Vada hot on your trails, Mia walking further away, surely not wanting to get into the middle of the situation.

"You should, they would all look pretty." She tried. But it was unclear if you heard her.

Vada's short legs couldn't keep up with your rapid speed, making her groan in frustration. You pushed through people, your only goal being to get out of the mall.

All you wanted to do was crawl into your bed and melt away.

Which was what you did.

***

The party was set two days later. Which felt sooner than expected.

You didn't want to have the party anymore.

That's why you had half a mind to just drink all of the punch and alcohol you had bought for the guests, and tell everyone the party was cancelled. Although it was too late for that.

You weren't sure if Vada was still coming, you hadn't contacted her ever since you left her a good night text the day of the mall 'accident'. She probably was coming though, she probably thought nothing of it.

However, it was everything Vada could think about. Her mind had been clouded by the look on your face when she told you that you looked big in that dress. Her words were echoing in her head.

She hadn't reached out to you because she thought it was for the best to give you space. Also because she didn't know what she would say. Of course she would pour out apologies and excuses, but she knew that wouldn't mean anything. But it hurt her to pieces knowing she had done something so incredibly wrong, to you of all people.

Which is why Vada was now placed on your living room couch, watching dozens of people dancing with drinks in their hands, scanning the people in case her eyes would get in contact with your figure.

She hadn't seen you all night, and it was starting to worry her. You used to run towards Vada the second you knew she arrived, now you hadn't.

The music was so loud the whole house was basically shaking of the vibrations from the speakers.

Vada was about to give up looking for you, when all of a sudden, she saw the top of your head not too far away from the dance floor.

She immediately forced herself up from her position on the couch, leaving her red solo cup in the living room table to approach you. Pushing through all the sweaty bodies on the dance floor to get to you.

You stood at the kitchen island with a beer in your hand, a big smile on your face as you spoke to one of your friends.

You hated beer. Vada knew that.

"Y/n?" Vada called out, almost screaming to be heard over the loud music and chattering.

Your head slowly turned to her, and just by looking at you for two seconds, she could tell you were drunk out of your mind.

Your eyes were almost bloodshot and glassy, your movements were unsteady and your face was flushed. "Hi Vada." And your breath reeked alcohol.

"Didn't think you were coming." You slurred, bringing the drink up to your mouth.

The girl who stood in front of you quickly slipped away from the two of you, joining the others on the dance floor.

As Vada's eyes scanned your figure, she could see you weren't wearing any of the dresses you tried on, the dress you were wearing was one of your old ones, it was loosely fitting so she couldn't see your figure that she admired. But it was her fault, she reminded herself.

"Don't you think you've had enough of those?" Vada asked, about to take the beer bottle out of your hand, but you moved it away so she was unable to.

"Probably" You laughed, putting your free hand on the table behind for support and prevent yourself from falling backwards. Taking another sip of the drink, your face scrunching up in disgust from the bitter taste.

This had been your plan for the whole night. Drinking more than you could handle, so you wouldn't feel like yourself.

You had spent the whole afternoon standing in front of the mirror, understanding what Vada had meant by the comment, understand that she was right. That's what you told yourself.

Vada hated seeing you like this. She was used to having to take care of you when you went to parties together, however she had never seen you this affected.

Hence to why she thought it was a good idea to bring you somewhere where you could be alone.

"Should we go outside?" Vada asked close to your ear, so she knew for certain that you heard.

You let out a scoff, "Why? So you could push me into the pool and tell me how big the big splash was?"

Vada flinched at your remark, and even though she knew the comeback was something you'd make without alcohol in your blood, she tried to tell herself it was just your fogged mind speaking.

She knew you wouldn't come with her just because she asked, you never did when drunk. Hence to why she grabbed your forearm with a firm grip, but not too hard for it to hurt you.

She pulled you through the dance floor, ignoring people cursing at her for pushing through them with her body. She walked you outside to the backyard, and luckily enough, nobody was there.

You didn't protest when she sat you down onto one of the pool chairs, mostly because you couldn't think straight and didn't know what was going on. Your head was spinning from all the punch and alcohol.

Vada sat down on the chair next to you, inspecting your features and how your lips were shaped like a frown.

She was completely aware that you probably wouldn't remember this tomorrow, but she felt like she had to apologize to you at that moment, even though she likely had to do it again when you were clear-headed.

"Y/n." Vada started, not knowing how to continue when your eyes met hers.

"Yes?" You replied quick, voice sounding even more slurry than before.

She let out a sigh, thinking how to form her apology without it sounding forced or sarcastic. "I-I'm so sorry for saying you looked big." She began, her voice feeling shaky; filled with regret from what she'd done.

You looked up at her, eyes sad and hollow with tears starting to form.

"I don't know why I said tha- I was so passionate about talking. I didn't even pay attention to you- You're the prettiest girl I know and I just-...I don't know why I said that." Vada rambled, her hands flying all over the place.

Normally you would smile at Vada's rambling, but now you didn't. And she noticed that.

She exhaled deeply before continuing, trying to think her words through even harder this time, since it clearly didn't work the first.

"I didn't mean what I said. And I'm sorry." Vada spoke up again, trying to sound calmer than she actually was.

You didn't answer, just staring back at her with your beautiful eyes. It was making Vada nervous, her hands starting to sweat. Were you about to break up with her? Oh god, if you did she would never forgive herself.

You licked your lips, looking like you were about to say something, and you did. "Why did you say it then?"

The question made Vada furrow her brows, didn't you listen to her rambling? Were you too drunk to even notice she had been talking this whole time?

"I don't know." Vada sighed, getting frustrated with herself for being such a blabbermouth.

She scooted herself to the edge of the beach bed, taking your hands in hers. Vada had never been great with the physical touch thing, she loved when you would take her hands or touch her face, but she felt like she did it awkward. She thought she made everything awkward.

"You looked great in that dress.. all of the other ones too.. I'll buy them all for you if you ever forgive me." Vada spoke softly, gently rubbing her thumb over your hand.

"Serious?" You grinned.

Vada nodded. "Promise." Putting up her pinky for you to link with.

"You're forgiven then." Your finger joined hers, solidifying the promise.

You knew you weren't sober or in the right mindset, but you did know that you did want those dresses.

Drunk or not.

[its-wabby-stuff]

Mikey Goes To Oz

<Time spent: 49 hours 17 minutes>

When Mikey takes some time away from a loud family squabble he accidentally ends up getting “flushed” down the sewers. This winds up sending him to the colorful land of Oz where he meets a good witch, a wicked witch, a brainless scarecrow, a heartless Tinman, a cowardess lion, and a powerful wizard, all disguised behind very familiar faces.

A canon adjacent spin off set before the season one finale but after they discover Splinter is Lou Jitsu

I wanted to fit each of the boys into their “you’ve had this all along” category. Leo isn’t brainless, in fact he’s pretty clever with a street smart, people reading ability on par with Donnie’s intelligence. Donnie isn’t heartless, he just has a tough time expressing his feelings. They are complex and unalgorithic but he can get just as excited or sad or angry as anyone, as much as he may deny it. Raph isn’t a coward, but being brave sometimes means admitting you’re scared and that you maybe don’t have all the answers. You dont have to be strong all the time and you don’t have to do it by yourself.

In the movie Dorothy’s journey home is also a representation of her running away. The important thing was to remember there were people who cared about her. Mikey is experiencing a similar phenomenon, wanting the escape the bad vibes in the lair. His “you’ve had it all along” is interesting because it is an object, since the Ruby kneepads could’ve taken him home the whole time. And sometimes getting home means going on a journey only to realize you never left.

I put April as Glinda because Glinda appears as a defender of the weak, and I see April in a similar light. Always willing to help and beat someone up if it is so required. Splinter as The Wizard of Oz represents Splinters own willingness to hide behind different personas, his running from the past and the pulling back of the curtain for Mikey in timeline. The Wizard grows through the movie, albeit quickly, and ends up leaving Oz to go home leaving his legacy with the scarecrow, the Tinman, and the lion. In this case the passing of the baton to his sons.

Meanwhile Draxum as the wicked witch felt much more how Mikey sees Draxum at this time in the show, mostly just an antagonistic force who wants something from them. Fun fact: I imagine throughout this dream, Draxum is uninterested in being the wicked witch but is pressed into it via plot. Hence his disinterest in being “melted.”

Additional characters not pictured: Big Mama as the Wicked Witch of the East (those were her Ruby kneepads!!) and Todd as the Mayor of Munchkin Land. If you can think of more, feel free to leave them in the comments or tags.

[silaswritesthings]

A private show

Summary: Lyney is used to seeing you among his audience for all of his shows so he’s in a state of unrest when you miss a show. Are you hurt? Do you not find his magic entertaining anymore? He decides to search for you and finds you alone, watching the street beneath you with a sullen expression… now how did you get like this?

Starring: Lyney

Genre: romance, magic (is this a genre lmao)

Warnings: not proof read (i tried a little)

Author’s note: I know what the title says BUT IT'S NOT SMUT. Idk where this came from but I just had to write about Lyney. Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: 1266 words

A magician’s pride comes from his audience, the more people he’s able to amaze with his talents the better the magician. This is what Lyney told you at some point and these very words are what gave you the courage to miss one of his shows.

Ever since your friend introduced you to Lyney and Lynette’s magic shows, nothing has been able to entertain you as much anymore. This was not necessarily a bad thing because this new found wonder of yours had resulted in you never missing a single one of their shows. Out of the twins, Lyney was the one who would scan the audience throughout the show to figure out if his audience was truly amazed by his hard work and talent and each time he did so, he never failed to see your face in the crowd.

You became so familiar to him that he began to anticipate your attendance and reactions when regarding his show. Now that he thinks about it, where has he seem you before?

Ah, that’s right.

You were with Charlotte the last time she came to nag him for an interview, “Everyone’s looking to get a piece of the best magician in Fontaine!” She praised but he couldn’t give her that interview. Instead he gave her an unimpressed gaze before dismissing you both. You remained quiet throughout the entire exchange but just as he left, he didn’t miss the chuckle that escaped you in response to this failed interaction.

He never saw you again after that, in fact he didn’t spare a single thought about you until he started noticing your constant attendance to his shows. Initially, after discovering your identity, he believed you would nag him for an interview and showing up for his shows was some form of bribery on your part. This was debunked when he realised as soon as the show would end, you’d disappear.

Sometimes he would actively seek you out but by the time he’s joined the crowd of his audience, you would’ve left. This was understandable because of your profession as a journalist, you were bound to be very busy but… he couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

Whatever. It’s fine.

At least he could see you during his performances, right? Well… that was true until today where he adorned the stage and you were nowhere in sight. It’s not like you were never late for any of his shows before but as he got into the third part of his act, you couldn't help but feel discouraged. Did you get bored of his shows? Did you find a better magician? Or worse… Were you hurt?

No. This wouldn’t do.

Right after his show, Lyney did not linger and left to search for you. The first thing was to find Charlotte but his thoughts were derailed when he saw you leaning against the railing of a flyover, a ticket- to what Lyney recognised was the magic show he just concluded- was clutched in your hands as you mindlessly stared at the people walking by below you.

Lyney worried about whether you were comfortable with your arms revealed in the cold night and without a second thought, approached you with his coat in his hands. “It’s rather cold today so I thought you might need this.”

You turned to him before your eyes widened slightly. “There’s no need for that, I was just about to head home.”

Lyney’s heart sank. Did you really intentionally miss his show? Does this mean that… to you, his magic was no longer entertaining? “I see.” Despite his affirmation, he placed his coat beside your arms that were draped over the railing before he too leaned against the rail and watched the people go about their evening below you both. You both heard a group of friends excitedly speak about the show Lyney had just conducted, they s[oke lively about his acts and how they truly doubted they were just ‘acts’.

You sighed heavily. “It’s a pity I missed the show. I was quite looking forward to it.”

Lyney turned to you, schooling his initial shock behind a cough. “I noticed you were holding a ticket to the show I hosted this evening.”

You nodded, your shoulders deflating. “I got caught up with an investigation and before I knew it, the sun had already set.”

Lyney pushed himself away from the railing, garnering your attention. You turned as a deck of cards suddenly appeared in his right hand. “Pick a card?”

You pursed your lips, holding back a smile but failed miserably. Amusement flickered in the magician’s gaze and it took everything in you to not look away, instead you diverted your eyes to the cards in his hold and reached out to pick one. This card, however, was nothing like the cards you were used to. It had the drawing of a flower on it and you instantly recognised that it was a blue rose. It was absolutely breathtaking but beyond your knowledge, Lyney had hoped you’d pick this very card because the first time you attended one of his shows you wore a headpiece which had blue rose petals on it. (You wore it occasionally, so he concluded that you must’ve been fond of it.)

“Make sure I don’t see your card.” He spoke, breaking you out of the spell cast upon you by that drawing and you clutched the card to your chest as you watched him expectantly. With the flick of his wrist, the cards in his hand disappeared. “Now now, do you still have the card I gave you?”

You didn’t doubt that you did until you saw that your hands were empty and the card was nowhere to be seen. Confused, you checked around you just incase you dropped it but you search turned out fruitless. You looked at Lyney in amazement. How did he manage to do that?

Lyney chuckled when he saw your expression. “It seems you lost the card, but there’s no need to worry. Just clutch your hands together,” and so you did as told. Lyney’s own gloved hands then covered your own, his touch gentle and warm. “Hm? It seems there something between your hands.” He commented before helping you separate your hands and inside was a single blue rose. You didn’t even notice it’s stem poking out from between your hands. How did he manage to do this?

“This is… incredible.” You mumbled as you watched the rose like it was made out of moonlight. The fabric of a coat brushed against your bare arms and you turned, seeing Lyney drape his coat over your shoulders before he went to stand in front of you once again.

He cast a shy gaze to the rose cradled in your palms before clearing his throat. “Uh, yes. Thank you.”

An awkward silence settled between the both of you. You could not help but feel bashful and did not understand why. “I should get going now.” You said, unconsciously pulling Lyney’s coat closer to you.

“Of course, don’t let me keep you waiting.” Lyney spoke, his words a bit rushed and you chuckled at his obvious embarrassment.

You turned to walk away but stopped, remembering you had one last thing to say. You turned to Lyney with a warm smile and spoke, “Thank you for the private magic show.”

His smile matched yours, his eyes sparkled underneath the light’s of the city and a gentle breeze picked up and his hair fluttered with his. He tipped his hat with a slight bow.

“It has been my pleasure.”

[hrts4doie]

thinking about sub!jaemin who loves being called princess in bed!

he loves when you call him that while you slowly stroke his cock, making him cum all over himself. he’d throw his head back with a loud whine, face red as he spills into your hand. “there you go, princess,” you’d coo, working him through his orgasm. he’s always so perfect for you, taking whatever you give him.

the pet name always makes him so shy but you both know just how much he loves it <3

[aronaax]

father of lies

[radiohead-spiderman]

I need Black sisters centric fics, I don’t want Regulus and Sirius with a side of Black sisters I want Narcissa having to deal with Andromeda being cast out and Bellatrix’s descent into insanity, I want Andromeda having to choose between the man she loves and her family. Honestly I want more Andromeda content in general because this fandom loves LOVES to gloss over her getting disowned because of Sirius. Which is insane to me because Sirius didn’t get disowned until AFTER he ran away (still love Sirius though) while Andromeda got disowned because she married Ted Tonks and then got SHUNNED by her sisters because of it. Bellatrix’s spiral into insanity would be so interesting to read about and there’s so much potential there too.

The Black sisters are so complex and this fandom makes them so one dimensional and or side characters to push Sirius or Regulus’ character development further

Anyways that concludes my Ted(Tonks) talk

[myvampyrez]

Could you possibly do Vergil with an injured SO that he takes care of? It would be really cool

on the morrow 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

vergil (devil may cry) x reader

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i got csrried away.

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vaguely mentions vergil’s past, intended lowercase, mention of injury and bloody bandages, lmk if i missed anything love 💕

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bright sun rays seeped through the curtains of your room as they shone on your face, providing it with a golden hue as it illuminated every pore and feature in your face with its light. it made your eyelashes flutter as you wiped the sleep from your eyes with a closed fist and resisted the urge to yawn.

you let yourself adjust to the bed, the once cold sheets now warm behind your back as you stretched every aching limb that you could with a small pop. your eyes danced around the room, taking in your surroundings until they scrunched in pain while you hissed at the dull burning in your stomach. the slow pain brought you memories from the day before as you remembered how a pyrobat had gotten you when you were down, how badly the flames it spewed out of its jowls had stung at the initial contact.

while you continued to grimace at the thought, a deep exhale caught your attention as you turned your head. your eyes fell on vergil, his familiar head of hair still up despite just being at home. he always did seem to take pride in his appearance, you recalled.

you eyes stayed glued to him as he shut the book with a soft thud, the book that previously belonged to his human husk of an alternate, the book that adorned his signature ‘v’ on the front cover was now placed on the wooden nightstand next to your bed.

silver eyes bore into yours as he sighed once more. being with vergil so long, you were able to read his emotions. emotions that were so greatly concealed to the naked eye.

you two sat and stared in silence, waiting to see who’d break first. it took you everything not to tear your eyes away from his intimidating gaze as deafening silence fell on both of your ears, any external stimuli beyond the room was suddenly drowned out. it was only you and vergil.

but alas, all silence has to be interrupted eventually. this one just so happened to take a halt because of you.

“have you slept?” you asked, noting his droopy eyes and the way his cheek slightly contracted on occasion, almost as if he was biting his cheek to keep from falling asleep.

“what were you thinking?” he deflected, you also took note of that. nothing from vergil ever got past you.

you tilted your head a bit, silently inquiring as he pinched the bridge of his nose. an exasperated sigh left his lips, which you noticed the peeling of. presumably due to him chewing on them all night.

“don’t be coy.”

“i was just helping.”

“you were vulnerable, you should’ve stayed put instead of,” he paused as he waved a hand around, “carelessly throwing yourself out of cover like that.”

a frowned graced your lips, one similar to his own, “you could’ve been hurt.” he looked up at you with a furrowed brow as he paused. despite vergil thinking of others too, he failed to think about the fact that others could think of him, too.

another pregnant pause, you thought, great.

this time wasn’t as tense, you could still look at vergil and hear the sweet coos of the birds outside. hear the broken smoke alarm that constantly chirped due to one of nico and nero’s “experiments” with his devil bringer. you could still look around the room and still look back at vergil, who sat there in the wooden chair.

“you waited up for me.” you started again, spotting yamato sheathed against your dresser. typically, the signature sword would be on vergil, he never let go of that thing. yet, there it was in the corner, still close just in case he needed to use it. knowing that he’d think he needed it just in case you needed help made a warm feeling swell in your chest as you awaited an answer for him.

he narrowed his eyes before his chest rose with another sigh, “i suppose i did.” his tone seemed unbothered but you knew better. you knew that vergil was grateful, you knew how much he cared for you. otherwise, he would have left you.

you pressed your hand against your stomach, taking note of the bandages wrapped around your midriff. with how much blood you would have assumed you lost, the bandages would have needed to be changed every hour or so. meaning vergil changed them for you. that was enough evidence to confirm your suspicions on their own. with anybody else, vergil would’ve had someone else keep watch while he continued his work. but no, he stayed. for you, you reminded yourself. for you.

you needed each other, both you and vergil knew that. you had helped him through everything, keeping his hand locked in yours despite how much he tried to pull away. you’d sit with him outside no matter how many times he had wished to be alone, voice wavering albeit cold. you’d pull him into a hug when he came home, tired and dragging his feet, assisting him in whatever he needed as he parted with the wintering sadness of his past.

you cannot remain unchanged without making a change of your own, you’d remind him.

as your warm hand gripped the coldness of his, he didn’t let go this time. instead, he gave you one assuring squeeze although it was weak. it still mattered. he refused to look you in the eye. his own eyes, quick and as observant as silver lightning, were now sunken in and tired with sleep as you watched them stay fixated on your hands linked.

conversations under the stars often turned philosophical, usually when dante egged his brother on too much resulting in way too many drinks and threats, some not so empty than others. in these moments, you’d comment how it often felt as if vergil’s hands were molded to fit yours, to which he’d look away as an embarrassed dust of pink would barely grace his cheeks.

you’re grateful that vergil came around to accept you as apart of his life and him in yours. you’re grateful that you’ve inhabited a place between his ribs and that he is reminded of your presence with every beat. you are grateful that you’ve met each other, both in this lifetime and the next. and you know he feels the same way too, although no words come with that feeling.

you’re grateful that you were reborn with your hands molded together, knowing that before you both were just a clump of weeds with roots matted both in and out of the ground, indecisive on where to go.

but as you hold vergil’s hand in yours, the same hand that felt so perfectly designed as a catering to you, you smile. and for what feels like the first time in forever, he smiles back.

you refuse to let him hate himself for his mistakes in the past, as there are more to make on the morrow.

[madam-monarch]

[ Alright was scared to finish it, but after three hours I finally got it done! :P ]

[im0ncaffeine]

“ITS ALL A LIE!”

Oh my god I was working for 3 days for this goober to be drawn on Roblox of all things.

A save called boing on a free draw server does wonders ig <3

[didanyonetakethisuseryet]

deep end

[m-inas]

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[amnethyste]

‘’Oberon's going to be so sad! Oberon's going to be so happy! He has good friends now!''

[theprettyarachnid]

vampire!viktor x reader

a/n: jamming to some tunes

also ive already written this like way before i started posting regularly for arcane, it was actually my first piece, but i ended up deleting it so here we are

warnings: blood, human experiments, mentions of suicidal thoughts, self loathing, may contain somewhat graphic detail of gore

There were many rumors when it came to the Undercity, others more sinister than others. These rumors were much surrounded by scientists, like Viktor himself. Rumors about things hiding in the shadows, retching screams coming from abandoned libraries and labs, people being found in alleyways so decimated that they were unrecognizable. But that's all they were, rumors.

Rumors that Viktor did not believe in and did not want to entertain. So why was he here? Standing in front of the abandoned lab where these instances, rumors, occurred most?

He told himself that he was only going to take a look around. The idea of people playing god, experimenting on humans and making them into monsters disgusted Viktor yet fascinated him all at once. He took a step further towards the foreboding building, stepping on shattered glass, making him look down.

The hairs on Viktor's neck raised. He felt eyes on him, he wasn't alone. He looked up and darted his eyes back and forth. They landed on the half opened door leading into the lab. He could hear shuffling and breathing that kept getting heavier.

Viktor swallowed before taking a step back. He gripped his cane tighter to the point where his knuckles turned white. He could barely make out the figure hiding in the shadows, behind the metal door, but it wasn't human, nor an animal.

He felt his blood run cold. His senses were heightened and suddenly he could hear everything. The breathing, it's nails scraping against the metal door and concrete floor, and something was dripping but Viktor couldn't tell what it was. The worst part was the smell, god it was almost unbearable. The rotting, putrid smell invading Viktor's airways making him want to throw up.

He couldn't help but cough, quickly covering his nose and mouth, a sad attempt to try and block the smell. Viktor looked back at the door once again and froze. The door was open all the way. It was done.

Where did it go? Viktor whipped his head around, trying to find it, any trace of it. He felt his heart racing and his breathing became more rapid. Did he imagine it? Did these rumors really get to him? No, no that can't be right.

Before Viktor knew what he was doing, he was walking towards the metal door. He couldn't stop himself. He opened the door a bit wider to let some more of the moon light in and immediately gagged. He took a step back leaning his hand against the building to steady himself.

It was the smell of a corpse. No, corpses. All in different stages of decomposition. Now Viktor wasn't a stranger to the smell, he's dissected many corpses over the years but they never smelled this awful.

Viktor was about to take a step closer but he stopped himself. No, he needs to leave while he still has the chance. Before that thing comes back. Viktor leaned on his cane to keep himself steady while leaving as fast as he could.

Once he was far enough away from the laboratory, Viktor leaned against a wall to catch his breath. His heart was thumping heavily against his chest and his heartbeat was all he could hear. He knew his hands were shaking, he didn't need to look. He ran one of them threw his messy hair.

He turned his head towards the direction of the lab making sure nothing was following him. He sighed in relief until feeling something wet drip on his head. Viktor's eyes widened as he slowly looked up.

He pushed himself away from the wall making him drop his cane. The creature was staring right at him, something close to a smile on it's face. Viktor fell to the ground, damning his right leg for being so useless. The last thing Viktor saw was the monster jumping on top of him, making his head slam against the solid ground.

Viktor's mouth was dry when he woke up and his body was burning. It felt like all his bones had been broken and he would've screamed if he could. He was paralyzed. That was until Viktor almost choked on his own vomit.

He got up, leaning on his hands and knees, before coughing up blood and whatever else came out. Viktor felt like he was there for hours, continuously throwing up blood thinking he was finished only to throw up more. He gasped for air wiping his mouth with his hand.

How long had he been out? Viktor slowly sat up and leaned against object he could. It was still dark out so obviously it hadn't been too long, at least that's what Viktor thought. He would've kept questioning things, about to tell himself it was dream until he realized his clothes were soaked.

He looked down to see his white shirt and vest to be covered in blood. Viktor hadn't even acknowledged the multiple bruises, cuts, and bite marks...? He slowly curled up in a bawl, burying his face in his knees. How is he still alive? Why was he alive? What did that thing do to him?

Viktor looked up when he heard footsteps. What was he smelling? His mouth felt even more dry and it was hard to ignore. The footsteps got louder and Viktor stood up. He knew what he was about to do but he couldn't stop himself. Viktor smelt blood.

Rumors spread like wild fire when Viktor moved to Piltover and started working under Heimerdinger. The people made cruel jokes about how he was from the Undercity and compared him to nothing but a lowly dog. They never said it to his face though. Many people felt uneasy around Viktor and could tell something was wrong.

Heimerdinger was the only person who knew what Viktor was. What he was capable of. Viktor didn't tell him, Heimerdinger had already figured it out but he never said anything. They didn't talk about it either but Viktor found some kind of comfort that Heimerdinger still treated him with the same respect Viktor had for him. He treated him like a human even though Viktor lost that privilege.

The longer Viktor resided in Piltover, the rumors grew quieter and quieter. Maybe it was because Viktor started living in the shadows, trying to attract as little attention as possible or maybe it's because the other citizens wanted to ignore him. To forget that someone like him was amongst them.

Slowly Viktor got used to his new nature. The only problem that he consistently had to face was being able to feed. In the beginning some Piltover citizens were victims of Viktor's thirst, but as years passed by the easier it became to control himself. The raising suspicion and growing panic spreading over Piltover was another big play.

So here Viktor sat, staring over the city of Zaun at the edge of a building. He stared off blankly into the general direction of that damned laboratory as blood dripped from his lip. The drained body lying limp next to him. It's eyes still rolled up to the back of it's head.

The sun would rise soon making Viktor sigh. He spent many nights here, a new victim laying next to him, while Viktor waited for the sun to rise. He kept telling himself that he would stay there, let the sun take him and let the flesh melt off his body until his lungs gave out from screaming, but he never did. He justified these thoughts by telling himself he just wanted to see the sunrise one last time.

Another thing he was robbed of when his humanity was taken. When he became this disgusting monster, not worthy of anything but hate and death. But instead of waiting Viktor left. He returned to Piltover to continue to work with Heimerdinger. To continue his studies, pretending like he didn't have all eternity to study.

Viktor stood in the library, the drapes closed, as he scribbled equations and possible inventions he could create which would just look like complete gibberish who passed by. The door creaked open drawing Viktor's attention. He turned expecting to see Heimerdinger but was surprised to see a new face.

A beautiful face in fact. He tried not to stare focusing a little too hard on the chalk board while occasionally stealing glances. You peaked your head around the library holding a few books along with papers which weren't stacked very neatly.

"Excuse me?" You asked making Viktor look at you. His throat became dry and if he had any blood rushing through his body, he was sure his cheeks would be pink. Viktor cleared his throat.

"Yes?" He asked putting the piece of chalk down. It had been so long since someone had looked at him without fear in their eyes. Your eyes were filled curiosity. He immediately knew you were a newly graduated student who was mentoring under Heimerdinger.

"Do you know where Heimerdinger may be?" You ask, he could tell you were nervous. He could smell it. Viktor noticed you starting to looking around some more, avoiding eye contact.

"He won't come in for another hour." Viktor says leaning on his cane. You furrow your eyebrows and look at the library doors.

"Why are you here then?" You ask and Viktor is a little taken aback by your question. It wasn't an outrageous question but nobody ever questioned Viktor. Probably because they were too scared to.

"I always come in early. I enjoy the silence while working." Viktor realized how rude it sounded when he said it. You looked down as a tension formed between the two of you. "But I suppose I don't mind the company of an eager mind willing to learn..." Viktor says quietly and apologetically.

"Are you sure?" You ask and Viktor nods gesturing to a seat nearby. You smile before taking a seat.

"I apologize, I'm not exactly... a people person." Viktor says turning back to the chalk board. He heard a quiet understanding before flipping pages.

Viktor pauses after a few minutes feeling eyes on him. He tried not to make it noticeable but he knew you were staring. You were quiet, silently observing him muttering and writing things down with the occasional erasing his work.

He wasn't used to this. It had been so long since someone had actually willingly accompanied him. Hadn't you heard the rumors that floated around him? Did you just not care? No, that couldn't be it. You just didn't hear them yet so he shouldn't get use to the idea of someone wanting to be around him. No matter how much he craved a companion, someone who didn't fear him. It didn't matter that neither of you talked to each other, the comfortable silence was enough for him.

It became a bit harder for Viktor to focus. He could hear your heart pumping in your chest, your quiet breathing, the smell of your blood that smelled so sweet mixed with the subtle smell of your perfume. Viktor closed his eyes trying to collect his thoughts.

He couldn't stop the thoughts that ran through his head. The idea of caressing your warm cheek, gently moving down your arm. Your eyes staring right into his, giving him that gentle and welcoming smile you gave him. He knew he was getting ahead of himself imagining what it felt to kiss you. What you tasted like. Viktor's breath was getting a bit heavier and you were about to ask if he was okay, but luckily Heimerdinger walked in at just the right time.

The next thing Viktor knew, Heimerdinger called you over. You stood up but before you walked over, you gently ran your hand over Viktor's back to his shoulder.

"Thank you for letting me hanging out in here." You said giving him a smile. You walked off and Viktor stared off seeing you meeting with Hermerdinger. Viktor knew he was in trouble, especially if you were going to continue coming in as early as he did.

Viktor walked out of the library to collect himself. He kept reminding himself that he shouldn't get used to it. That you'll be scared off but he kept thinking of your gentle touch across his back making him run his fingers through his hair. Viktor wanted you.

No, he craved you and that's what scared him most.

part two?

[silaswritesthings]

What kind of name is ‘Hat guy’?

Summary: You’re stressing over exams and Hat guy offers his assistance. There’s small banter here and there.

Starring: Wanderer/Scaramouche/Hat guy (whatever you prefer)

Genre: I hate college (this should be a genre), fluff

Warnings: Edited ONCE (I have an exam on Thursday 🧍‍♀️)

Author’s note: I’m alive. I haven’t posted in ages and I just needed to write something so I sat down and wrote 800 words in two hours when I can’t finish a 2k word essay for school in two weeks… (The curse of creativity.) Another thing, if you wish ti send asks please do so! I’ve run out of creative juices and well that’s it. I won’t guarantee masterpieces because well… college and all, but i’ll try my best to answer all of them because my brain is drying up and I need inspiration! likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: Roughly 800 words

It’s not enough.

It’s never enough.

You leaned against the tree behind you, the wind flicking your research papers in every direction as you stared hopelessly at the grass.

It had been a month since you had started your recent semester and with a big exam coming up, at first, you were prepared for it mentally. How hard could it be? So many people have been able to keep up with the academia’s standards and you rarely hear people complain about being unable to keep up with their work but archons, this was hard…

“I truly am incapable.” You mumbled to yourself.

“You are.” A voice tuned in from right beside you. In a moment of panic, you glanced to the side only to come face to face with a familiar pair of feet.

What? There was nothing odd about being acquainted with Hat Guy’s feet- well, to be more specific, his shoes. Most people in your class had already been subjected to being under said shoes many times. The man in question described it to you as a showcase of his superiority.

In all honesty, his research papers were enough to make the sages sweat so what other show of superiority would he need beyond that?

You’ve never had the courage to ask. You’ve never had the courage to approach him about anything, which was odd considering how often you two spoke with each other. Every conversation begun with him. At times he’d prod and poke at you as a way of getting more than just affirmative phrases, such as ‘mhm’, ‘yes’ and ‘I agree’, from you. It was quite endearing.

That is a lie.

It was very endearing, but now was not the time to dwell on that.

The hat guy, you used to call him ‘Wanderer’ because you were sane unlike everyone else who could call him ‘hat guy’ without a glimmer of hesitation. What kind of name is ’Hat guy’ anyway? Despite this, you never failed to notice the way his gaze would soften whenever he was addressed by that name. Was he insane too? Was this insanity contagious? It seemed so, because whenever you used his odd name he would smile. It was barely there but it was not something you could miss.

The rustling of papers gave you the motivation to glance up at him, and would you look at that. He was watching you with bemusement, as if you tried to convince him that he was made out of cotton wool or something.

“Even a child knows not to allow their work to be blown away so carelessly by the wind.” He spoke as he organised your notes. The wind that caused your papers to struggle in his hold made his hair dance atop his head and over his forehead.

“Unfortunately that topic isn’t in my exam syllabus.”

He scoffed before taking a seat beside you and handing you your notes. Wordlessly, you took the papers and filed them away in your folder.

“It’s not very clear.”

You blinked in surprise before turning to look at Wanderer (You’d use that name just this once…) who had his gaze fixed on the cloud-filled sky. “What?”

“Your research design. It needs to be revised a bit, especially the part concerning your data analytics.” His eyes turned to you, leaving you thoughtless.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You both looked ahead of you at the same time, silence settling between you as the wind blew around you, picking up leaves as it went by.

Hat guy sighed. “You’re much harder to talk to than me, and that’s saying a lot since I actively avoid people.”

“I’m not very good at starting conversations.”

“You’re not good at maintaining them either.”

“I’ve heard.”

Your gaze remained on the sky, it was grey. Bleak. Depressing.

Should cloudy days come with a trigger warning for academics?

During your internal struggle, Hat guy’s gaze had shifted to yours and you were so lost in your own world that he should have found it pathetic. Oh but he did, the problem was he wished your thoughts lingered on him instead.

He frowned as he gazed to the side and cleared his throat. This caught your attention but when you looked at him, his face was hidden from your view when he spoke. “I could help you with your work, if you’d like.”

Your eyes widened. “Why?”

The wind was relentless as it continued to blow, his hair dancing with the breeze as the corner of his lips shifted upwards a bit.

“I like to show off.”

You smiled. You were still upset about your shortcomings but having someone be there for you for this one moment made the weight on your shoulders drift away with the wind.

Why was the wind so persistent today anyways?