#tag yourself what object would you be haunting

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That being said, if I could choose what to bind my soul to in order to hold myself on this mortal plane, I'd choose a beloved childhood paperback. If we're working off the rules where you end up stuck to something you've sunk a lot of emotional energy into unfortunately it'd probably be my fucking jawbone. At least I could bite people posthumously.

[ateliersss]

Call of Duty

...is part of The Bookshelf.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Keep You Close Summary: He's pretty sure he's in love with you. Not that he'll admit it, acknowledge it.

Fresh Ink (Series) Summary: You become Ghost’s artist and therapist in a way.

Polaroid Summary: You find a polaroid of yourself in Ghost’s vest.

When I Was Your Man Summary: Ghost regrets breaking up with you after seeing you again.

Little Lady, Big Guns Summary: A new weapons developer catches the eye of many, especially one balaclava wilding man.

Only One Boundary Summary: When it comes to his body, Simon is all ears for anything to do for you. However, he only has one boundary that he’s hesitant to compromise with now.

An Old Siren Song Summary: You're injuried on a mission early in you and ghost careers' and it affects him even 6 years later.

Lonely Summary: After Simon had left for his next mission, you were faced with the biggest challenge of your life and you had to get through that all by yourself.

Faking Summary: As the mission goes on, you are forced to fake your death, hurting the man you love most.

Fell Into You (Series) Summary: Ghost isn’t looking for anything and neither are you. But when a mission goes wrong, throwing you two together, where will things go from here?

The Little Things Summary: Five times Soap questions the relationship between Ghost and the 141’s Medic, and the one time he gets an answer.

Little Treasures, Life's Pleasures Summary: Now that Soap knows when to pay attention, he realizes you and Ghost aren’t as subtle as you think you are.

Life's Little Comforts Summary: Soap finally gets a better glimpse into your relationship with the Lieutenant- even if it’s not the way he wants.

Our Little Secret Summary: Soap finally gets all of his answers- and then some.

Interrupted Part 1, Part 2 Summary: When your make-out session gets interrupted, you shield Simon's face with your hands.

Zombie!Ghost Summary: Simon is dead. And you were forced to leave him behind as the rise of the dead took over. When you volunteer to sneak back into base to grab med supplies, you don't expect to run into Simon—alive, but certainly not himself...

Hate You Summary: Ghost seemed to despise you, making a mission you have to do together much tenser than it ever had to be…

Cat Got Your Tongue? Summary: Ghost thought you hated him, but he had no idea why. He didn't remember ever doing anything to cross you. When you're stuck doing a mission alongside him, he gets curious enough to finally ask.

Bad Day Summary: After a bad mission, Simon comes back and takes his pain out on you.

To Be Alive In Summer Summary: Betrayal had never been in your cards, and you definitely didn't see yourself being the one responsible for the act. When having to go undercover, first comes the problem of staging your death.

If You Bite My Hand Again Summary: How dare he show his face to you after all of these years? How dare you still find it in yourself to love him?

Untitled Summary: You, a civilian, kills someone out of self defense for the first time.

'Til It Ends Part 1, Part 2 Summary: You thought that it would be easy - moving on and blazing your own trail, but at every step, memories seem to come back and haunt you. And the biggest memory takes the shape of a man with a skull mask. Can you still deny what you had always felt when he stands at your side once more?

Simon "Ghost" Riley who protects you from your creepy neighbor

Simon "Ghost" Riley accidentally yelling at you Headcanon

Being Yelled At By Ghost Part 1, Part 2

Confessions

Sleepless Night

Don't Make A Habit Of Dying

Call Sign

Kindergarten Troubles Part 1, Part 2

Imagine going to sleep as 09 Ghost’s widow only to wake up next to reboot Ghost Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Captain John Price

The Traces He Left Behind Summary: You had never expected the dog tags to be so heavy, but, now, as they sit in your hands they’re just about the heaviest object you’ve ever held. M.I.A doesn’t mean John’s dead… but it might as well.

Baby Blues Summary: The promise of a normal Sunday is lost when your door is torn open, and, you, kidnaped. All you can do is pray that John finds you in time.

Let Me Lean On You Summary: You have a bad habit of putting yourself in harm’s way, enraging John to no end. But can you survive a wound like this? Or will everything you hate to love about John Price never see the light of day?

First Kiss Summary: It makes you want to laugh, it’s not how you’d envisioned your first kiss would go; you had hoped it would be romantic or passionate. Instead it was desperate battle of trying to breathe life back into John without ever having told him about your feelings.

Our Remains Summary: You disliked hiding things from John. Certainly something as big as this.

Cheating Heart Summary: Your feeling for John were wrong - horribly wrong - but when you see your current boyfriend in bed with another woman, what's to hold you back anymore?

See No Evil Summary: The flowers came every week - Tuesday, two O’clock, two minutes after your break. The only problem was that you knew they weren’t coming from John.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Shaky Fingers Summary: The perfect date night begins with a stolen wallet and a goose chase.

Reveries Of A Lost Lamb Summary: Tempers flare when it hits the seven-day mark. Could they all be sure you were even still alive?

Gossamer Silk Smiles Summary: You loved your job more than anything, and at the end of the day, even with pricked fingers and cramped muscles, you went to bed happy. It had all been going well, insanely well. You were focused; self-assured... Until he showed up. 

A Little Small Talk, A Smile, And Baby I Was Stuck Summary: When Soap mentions the new medic, Gaz doesn’t think much of it. 

Keegan P. Russ

(Don't) Go To War Summary: Some days it became impossible not to lose your tempers with each other. Being enemies was easier than admitting you cared.

First Strike Summary: Keegan had always captured your attention. You've found out that maybe that's the best and worst thing to happen to you.

König

The Invisible String Theory Summary: You didn't expect the man who gave you his coat to be the same one to bust down the door where you and the other women slept - sniper hood scaring everyone within an inch of their life. You didn't expect him to become so important to you, either.

Moths Hit The Window Summary: Fights with König were always loud, but this time his comments went a bit too far.

Overflow The Stars Summary: One more abandoned date night later, you're left wondering if the man you're infatuated with is really interested in you at all.

Vladimir Makarov

The Great War Summary: Deadly, fast and a killing machine. Soldier was trained as a recon sniper and has been trained by allied forces as an insertion specialist. SAS has recognised this soldier as a necessity for most of its joint operations. Decorated with high awards and recognition by all military forces. TF 141 acquired soldier after a mission in Al Mazrah. Capable of killing all those that come between her and the goal, will not hesitate to harm enemies.

No Title Summary: You have an encounter with a creepy guy.

No Title Summary: You are pregnant with Makarov's child and someone is stupid enough to mess with you.

Valeria Garza

Back When I Loved You Summary: It's been years since you had been stationed in Las Almas, returning opens some old wounds you hadn't realized never healed.

Valeria Garza

[boundinparchment]

Dream a Little Dream of Me - XLII

Celestia had a cruel sense of humor. He knew this, even before his days as a student. But to be given a soulmate? Now, when he openly blasphemed against the cursed island in the sky? He would outlive you and the dreadful fated bond that haunted your shared dreams. There was little point in this. He could at least put a Vision to good use. People were nothing but disappointments. He had no use for you. Until you pulled the bow across your instrument and awoke a part of him long buried by self-hatred and arrogance. Soulmate AU; Il Dottore/Female reader w/ established personality and backstory. Slow burn. Lore and world speculation and interpretation within; follows canon story where possible. Rated Mature. Rating subject to change. Mind the tags. On AO3 here.

As you picked through your belongings to find something remotely suitable, last night’s words echoed in your mind.  That was the most he’d said on the entire matter of your fated bond in the weeks since you set sail from Sumeru.  Zandik was, of course, occupied with a great many things but how much time was enough?

Time, the world’s most expensive commodity.

Settling for the warmest clothes you had, you dressed and padded out to the sitting area, trying to ignore the phantom hand tickling the back of your neck.  On the coffee table was a tray of food, covered, and a pot of presumably coffee or tea with a scribbled note.  Beside it, a box roughly the size of an average hat box, plain white and unassuming.

You didn’t need to do more than observe the scribbled note to know who it was from; although unsigned, you could tell just by the cramped letters and ink blots.  Steam slipped out as you uncovered the dish and, glancing through the note again, you realized Zandik had left you a small menu.  Pirozhki (savory-filled buns), kasha (porridge, in this case a mix of grains), eggs (no translation needed).  A light fare but probably for the best after last night.

You poured a cup of coffee and fixed it to taste.  You finished off your coffee before pouring a second cup and dug into breakfast.  The food on the ship had been decent for what it was but the second you bit into a pirozhki, it was as if your tastebuds were coming back to life.  You couldn’t recall the last time you’d had such flavorful food until your gut sank at the thought of a crowded inn’s dining room. 

The memories weren’t the finest but the food certainly was, you thought as you finished off the porridge and poured yourself a final cup of coffee.  You took a sip as your eyes wandered over the white surface; you’d felt the object glaring at you as you ate. 

The box came with no explanation and the note didn’t mention it.  It must have come after the tray.  Or before but then there might be some indication of what it was, if that was the case. 

Either way, it wasn’t from Zandik.  He always provided details.

You put the porcelain cup down and pulled the top off carefully with both hands to reveal nothing but a bundle of fabric.  A glint of metal peeked out from the wrapping and you untucked the soft material to reveal a bird carved into metal, its wings spread wide as it soared, head up as it flew.  Abstract shapes, not unlike the ones you saw in the Akademiya and in Sumeru, made up the shape of the bird’s head before the texture gave way to detailed feathers.  The metal bird curved, you realized, when you took it out of the box, as if the wings were meant to wrap around something.

Behind them, you found fastenings, and upon further inspection of the package, you found the means to keep it in place. 

A mask. 

Inspecting the back, you discovered that, much like the veil, it did not obscure vision as well as it appeared to.  There were well-crafted slits between the feathers that provided plenty of light to then allow the interior coating to behave as if the metal was nothing more than translucent glass.

You didn’t pretend to understand but even the best craftspeople in Fontaine never quite managed to make such a marvel.

The veil was certainly more comfortable, now that you’d adjusted to it, but who had…

A note nestled at the very bottom of the wrappings caught your attention and you plucked it from its place, staring at the swirling script.  Every time you read and re-read the note, your eyes could only focus on the signature and the seal.  Expectation danced between every letter without ever needing to announce itself.

And along with it, acceptance.

Not that the Tsaritsa’s approval was necessary but it made things a great deal easier, you supposed.

The mask fit as you expected it to, sitting perfectly over your eyes and nose.  Fastening it took some time but it stayed without issue and never felt as if it needed adjustment.  Your vision was unobstructed while the mask accomplished exactly what it set out to do: hide your face.

You gathered what sheet music of yours you had left, the worn folio soft in your hands, and departed for the music room.

With enough guidance and a few lucky turns, you managed to locate the music room the Tsaritsa mentioned.  Great windows overlooked a courtyard, plush handwoven carpets sank under your feet, and the furniture was so exquisite you could only imagine the labor involved.  The room looked more like an underutilized salon than anything else, with two sets of doors opposite one another for through-traffic. 

It had been a long time since you touched a piano.  You'd trained on the cello since you were a child but your education insisted on a second instrument and a piano was commonplace.  Taking up composition only reinforced the choice but you'd adapted over the years and your ear preferred a different set of strings.  Composing from your cello wasn't wrong, as you told Zandik what felt like a lifetime ago, but a piano provided a more neutral playing field for most.

No one interrupted as you slid the beautiful dust cover away and lifted the wooden keyboard cover to reveal glossy keys.  It was maintained cosmetically, but…

A glance into the body told you the strings were intact and didn't appear to carry signs of poor aging.

You tried to ignore the pit in your stomach at the thought of snapping one.  Or several.

That initial day was clumsy, halting, and even as you remembered positioning, you hoped no one could really hear the dissonate notes of what they likely thought was a child playing.  Embarrassing.  Not only were you rusty in general, the tool you had to work with was not your forte, compounding the frustration. 

It got better.  Within a few days, you made it through several songs with aching fingers and could feel the notes on the sheets. 

Pantalone was the first visitor you had and his smile unsettled you just as it had when you met him in the hellish bowels of the Palace.  His jovial appearance reminded you too much of the men and women you used to be around, that you knew; a kind visage that disarmed so efficiently that by the time one realized it, the damage was already done. 

You stopped abruptly upon seeing him cross the threshold and shut the door behind him and his light laugh reminded you of a knife against glass, as if proposing a toast.

"Don't stop on my account, mademoiselle.  I only came to investigate who might be making use of the Tsaritsa's private rooms."

The insinuation made your jaw tighten.  He didn't leave and instead stepped further into the room, standing on the other side of the piano as he gazed out at the courtyard.  There wasn't much to see; snow whipped in heavy sheets, obscuring even the brightest colors outside. 

You swallowed as you willed your eyes to focus on the sheet music, hair prickling on the back of your neck.  It was evident that he didn't think much of you; you hadn't needed to interrupt that conversation between him and Zandik to recognize that.  The Geo Vision at your hip, tucked away for safe-keeping, was warm through the fabric. 

You weren't powerless, not anymore. 

"The odds of someone like the Doctor finding a soulmate are close to zero, I hope you understand," Pantalone said.

Your fingers were hovering over the keys, poised to play.  And here you thought you might actually be able to get your mind back into the flow.

"Close to zero," you replied.  "But not zero.  A chance is a chance, Lord Harbinger."

"And yet you sit up here while your Harbinger stalks the halls of his laboratory."

Golden eyes fell on you and you suppressed a shiver.  Mora left out in the snow was warmer than his eyes.

"No doubt the Tsaritsa is testing you, by allowing you to grace her halls with your presence.  Her Most Noble Majesty tests us all.  Quantifiably, you fail every benchmark of a proper partner, let alone a soulmate.”

You steeled your expression as your heart squeezed and your fingers twitched.  Venom danced on your tongue but you held it, swallowed the bitter acid rising from your throat and the hurt along with it.

How presumptuous.  To be told you were not good enough, proper enough, by a stranger who hardly knew you. 

He was right, he was right, he was right, though, wasn't he?  Here you sat, in sunshine and warmth, while Zandik got up to who knew what.  You saw your soulmate for a few hours a day at most and you were certain he wasn't sleeping.  The bed was always cold, even in the middle of the night, haunted by a figure who was your soulmate in all but, well, soul.

You rose from the bench and gathered your papers to do did the only other thing you could do that didn't involve breaking anything: flee.

Pantalone leisurely walked over, never daring to crowd you but making it impossible for you to not notice his presence as you slid the papers back into your place and closed the folio. 

"Excuse me, Lord Pantalone," you said, turning and bowing deeply before you made your way to the double doors.

You heard the wooden key cover slap into place, a loud crack of wood-on-wood as gravity did the work.  Unconsciously, you flinched.  You were so careful to make sure the instrument was taken care of while you used it.  And you hated the way the sharp sound echoed.  It made your teeth ache.

"I don't know how you fooled him, of all people.  Or whether this is an act on his part entirely.  Quite frankly, I don't care.  I don't believe this farce."

Your grip tightened on the folio.  He was nothing but polite and no one would ever believe you if you claimed otherwise.  You knew this game.  And it was far easier to kill with kindness than it was to dig one's heels in with someone like Pantalone. 

You opened the door and looked back just long enough to reply, "That is your prerogative, my lord.  Good day."

You pretended not to see the ghost of blue hair and white coat peeking through the other set of doors across the room that day. 

Just as you pretended not to hear the grinding metal and shouts and a singular smash from the closed workshop when you made your way down into the labs.

Two more days passed before you received another visitor, a young woman with dark hair that trailed behind her as she went.  She wore an intriguing eye cover that, if she were to open her eyes, would reveal them in full despite the lattice-work of fabric.  Hairclips in the shape of wings kept the mask and a few locks of hair in place.  The stranger brought a stack of sheet music with her and her smile was so eager that you overlooked her sharpened canines. 

Accepting the sheet music was tantamount to a deal but you couldn't determine what, precisely, you'd agreed to.

She introduced herself as Columbina and sang with as much passion as an entire choir unto herself.  Her vibrato added a richness that you were certain you'd never heard from a human voice before, running through you and warming you better than the nearby radiator ever could.

“He gets like this sometimes, our raven of wisdom," she said on her third visit in as many days.  "Shuts himself away from the world.  Sometimes, he just needs a little coaxing.  After all, you cannot earn the trust of an animal on a single apple, no?”

You saw her eyes once when she took your hands in hers to warm them. They were large and brilliant, and could never be matched by the stained glass in Fontaine or the kaleidoscope toys you grew up with. She was beautiful, terrifyingly so, and you wondered how many had walked to their death to see those eyes again.

She placed your hands back into your lap as the doors opened and a tall woman with white hair strode in, her red gaze sharp as she finally laid eyes on her target.  The stranger held herself so rigidly that you wondered if she might snap in two from the wind outside.

"Here you are, little dove.  Playing with something that isn't yours again?"

"Just waiting for you, Arlecchino.  Is the matter settled?"

"I came back for what I needed to.  I must be off in time for the main event."

Arlecchino, as the stranger was known, curled a black hand under her chin as she looked at you before she turned, hair moving like a stream of water.

"Funny, I swore you played a cello, interloper," she said as she walked away.

You kept your expression as still as stone as Columbina giggled and said her goodbyes.  Once the doors clicked shut, you tried to find the last bar you played, all the while wracking your memories.  Did you know Arlecchino?  Should you have?  Out of all the dinner parties and salons and gatherings you performed at, surely someone of her visage would have stood out.

But of course, what good were your memories when they depicted a past that hadn't happened?

Your fingers slipped and dissonance notes ended the bar you were working on in a disgraceful cacophony.

Capitano was next, you recalled, his figure hulking in the doorframe, inky like a shadow.  He sat quietly on a nearby sofa, his foot tapping in time with the metronome you rescued from a nearby bookshelf.  The First was an abyss unto himself, literally unreadable, but you found his presence comforting, rather than unsettling. 

He spoke only once, about the beauty of your playing and ability to create an entire universe from nothing but sound.  His words were melancholic and yet instilled some kind of hope that only came from those who knew the harshest realities of the world.

You were graced by the Tsaritsa not long after.  Much like her captain, she was quiet, contemplative as you played, paused, reworked a set of notes until it flowed with such perfection that your body moved on autopilot.  The Archon smiled to herself.

"It is a marvel how two such individuals like you and my Doctor are paired together, how different the two of you tackle your endeavors" she remarked before she departed.  "And yet you are all the more compatible for it.  I have been told that your old instrument was destroyed; I look forward to hearing you play properly."

Every single syllable felt as if it were fresh snow upon your tongue, refreshing but fleeting.  If She were displeased, would She not tell you so?  Or was she playing games, as the Harbingers seemed to do amongst themselves?

"Thank you, moya Tsaritsa."

That night, you made your way down into the depths again.  More grunts, more shouts, more sounds of fury.  And yet he hardly ever made time for a meal, if you could call it that, stayed only long enough to ensure you slept.

You weren't sleeping, though.  Not anymore.  Notes were jumbled in your head and you couldn't get the rhythm and cadence just right.  You misread sheet music, took your foot off the pedal too early, couldn't control your fingers as deftly.  It was a miracle you'd survived the Tsaritsa's scrutiny.

You'd lived this before.  Another life, another timeline, you'd been separated only when it was convenient, never allowed to see what he was doing unless he brought you down himself.  Your work suffered for it and even now, you could feel the way your blood sang with a need that nothing else would satiate.

If only you could…

Just as your hand hovered over the handle, poised to turn it, your wrist failed you.  Instead, your pressed your forehead to the rusted metal, closed your eyes, and hoped that the silence you heard meant he'd finally fallen asleep.

Not today.

You weren't imagining Zandik hovering at the threshold of the door across from you, within your view.  But it certainly felt like you were hallucinating when you felt a presence on the bench beside you as you were playing.  Dressed down and missing his signature coat, you only caught a glimpse of indigo and aquamarine before you continued sight-reading, focused on a piece Columbina had brought you.

He sat, hands in his lap and head angled towards the sheet music (or so it seemed, for his eyes were covered), still apart from his breathing.  His leg brushed yours as you moved your foot to switch pedals and he only adjusted enough to ensure he wasn't in your way.

As you reached the bottom of a score, a gloved hand reached out and turned the page before you could and withdrew with little interference.

Zandik never stayed long but you swore his smile grew a little wider each time he departed.

You missed your cello.

You missed him.

Or what you knew of him, at any rate.

One particular morning, your fingers had a mind of their own and you didn't stop to scribble down clusters of notes.  All you could do was feel and it was too much to bear, no other outlet than to pour what you could into an instrument that felt so counter-intuitive to your muscle memory.  Music enveloped you, wrapped you in a blanket and placed you front of a fire that never seemed to die out.  You felt eyes on you, weary and yet still the burning with such ambition and drive that they might as well contain stars; for a moment, you were back on a stage in Sumeru, an audience of one yet to reveal themselves in the dark. 

The notes trailed off, lost, the rhythm slower now that you'd spent your fervor.  The white keys beneath your fingers were heavy, as were the thoughts that followed.

Before you could pull away, a hand joined yours and picked up the motif again, as if it were nothing more than a dropped stitch to be brought back into the fold.  You counted, your left hand picking up the other notes as Zandik's continued, providing a steady foundation as you found the flow again.  He pulled away just in time for your right hand to slip under his and take over, finishing out the song. 

Zandik stayed only long enough to cup your hand and bring your wrist to his lips, right where you pulse raced below your thumb.  And then every aching finger and your palm. 

For all of that progress you seemed to have made, he felt like a ghost in your bones.  He was never entirely present nor absent, simply there. 

This wasn't what you came to Snezhnaya to do, you thought bitterly as you watched him leave, your fingers still tingling from his breath.

That night, you traveled down the stairwells, flight after flight.  The more distance you put between yourself and the Palace above, the less likely you were to turn back. 

Omega's last words to you swam in your head: When the time comes, you too must play your part.

It hadn't made sense at first, especially then.

But you were the only person, as far as you knew, who had the proper context for Zandik's suffering.  Others might attempt to fix or utilize their position as a soulmate to make the other whole, but both implied each of you was inherently broken without the other.  Which was fundamentally untrue.  Romantic, perhaps, but entirely untrue. 

The journey together, enhancing one another, was what soulmates were intended for.   

Zandik was not keeping you in a cage, in your shared quarters, like a prized canary but his emotions and withdrawal isolated you all the same.  They locked you into a dance with the wrong partner who kept stepping on your toes and couldn't feel the rhythm.

You were not here to live in an echo of your memories, of your nightmares.

And didn't Zandik deserve better, too?

You shoved away the mental image of Omega's dying expression as you arrived into the lab proper.  Zandik was nowhere to be seen but that didn't mean much, based on your experience with him in Sumeru.

This time, you pushed through the workshop door, bracing yourself for whatever would be inside. 

Grief was everywhere you looked, woven into the very air.  Gurneys and metal tables were strewn about.  Bodies (for what else could they be, you thought) were sprawled around the room, some in body bags and others left out in the open.  Missing limbs, tubes dangling from open torso cavities where organs would otherwise be, core components thrown about like candy.

Now that you looked closer as you stepped over and around, you saw synthetic flesh torn to ribbons, components fractured and wires left in tangles.  All of them unfinished in their disassembly.

It wasn't like him to waste resources like this.  If something could be reused, repurposed, he always found a way.  Perhaps he was attempting to remedy that but in such a mess, it was impossible to tell, and it had been weeks…

One particular Segment, with shorter hair sporting a waistcoat and a pink bowtie, laid near a wall, legs and arms angled like a ragdoll's.  The wall above him was stained with whatever oil and fluids the Segments functioned on and you remembered a slam when you came down so long ago.

You couldn't help but focus on one in particular, intimately familiar, its arm dangling by a handful of wires off of the gurney.  The limb looked as if it had been wrenched from its socket, some of the metal scratched.  A bundle of wires spilled from the cavity in its head where a set of eyes would be, cheeks stained with oil. 

The only word that came to mind as you stared at Omega (for what other Segment would carry such streaks) was hatred.  Nothing about the Segment, the machine, had been cared for, save the body bag.  But the zipper was broken, no doubt wrenched apart in fury.

As you went further in and drew closer to the worktables and equipment, the clutter thinned out. 

On the edges of the pile was a boy.

One you remembered playing with on the seams of the nations, accompanied by a third companion with a name you could not recall.  You paused as you knelt down, wondering for a moment if he had been there.  Doubts escaped you as you reached forward and brushed away teal bangs and you had to press a hand over your mouth to stifle a cry as you saw lifeless garnets stare back at you.

Without thinking, you pulled the boy into your lap, trying and failing to get his eyelids to stay in place.  Why couldn't he have been sleeping?  Why did he have to look as though he'd watched the world come tumbling down?

It had though.  All because of Omega.

Cradling the boy, you looked around again, surrounded by vacant and lifeless husks.  Your memories would be the only secondary record of them left, muddled though they were.  You didn't want to forget them but then again, half of your memories were nothing more than lies and what good would those serve? 

You were still holding the young Segment when ornate boots came into your vision, followed by dark pants and a blue shirt.

"This needs to stop, Zandik."

[elvisabutler]

oh god could we Please get a fic where austin gets pegged 🙏🙏🙏 i need it

get the feeling

summary: once upon a time there was a man in love with a woman. once upon a time that woman wanted to peg the man. the man had no real objections. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x plus sized female reader word count: 2295 warning: pegging. use of the word good boy. at least faint dom/sub vibes. sub austin. little bit of crying. little bit of come play. talk about prepping for anal penetration. coming without being touched. handjobs technically. brief mention of the reader wanting to call a strap on a cock. a faint trace of feminization i think but i can't quite tell. just in case we'll add it. use of the color system ( red, yellow, green ) for sex. author’s note: ah anon, i know where this came from. i do throwaway lines and they come back to haunt me in the best of ways. i basically began and finished this today. something about getting a full proper night of sleep inspired me i guess. haven't written pegging in- forever because i think i've written it maybe once or twice for other fandoms. hope you enjoy and hope this scratched an itch for you. and consider this a continuation of every lover's got a dagger in their hand because that's what i did. also y'all wanna be part of my tag list fill this out here.

Ever since Austin had made what you and him both affectionately call "The Miscalculation" in thinking that maybe you enjoyed daddy kink you two hadn't really tried much of anything. Busy schedules preventing much more than quick pecks and just as quick sex. It's not a problem, you both knew what you signed up for being with the other person and yet it allows both of you- or at least you to fantasize when you're alone. It allows your mind to swirl with thoughts and images of various positions and things you want to do with Austin. It helps your job, allowing you to take scenes in ways that were new and adventurous while still staying firmly in agreed upon limits but you find yourself wishing more and more you could finally get an opportunity to enact the fantasy with the object of your fantasy.

Thankfully the opportunity presents itself in one of the rare weekends Austin has had off at the same time you are off. Or more accurately the opportunity to bring up the subject arose as he stroked your hair and you drew shapes on his torso.

"Would you ever mind being pegged? Or is that a hard no?" The question is asked with zero preamble but if there's one thing you're pretty certain Austin knows about you by now it's that you are incredibly direct when you want to be and this particular time is no exception. Truly, this time just goes hand in hand with any discussion you have about sex, just a remarkably frank talk that the other person just tends to be along on the ride for.

Austin chokes on his spit a little at the sudden question but recovers startlingly quick, planting a kiss on the crown of your head as he answers. "I. I never thought about it before The Miscalculation," he pauses and you hear the sound of his saliva wetting his lips as he licks them, "but it's been in my head for a little bit, lately. I know you'd take care of me."

Your mind latches onto the idea of him thinking about it like you had. It latches onto the idea that he's been fantasizing about you with a strap on sliding in and out of him. That he's been fantasizing about whimpering and whining and begging to come undone beneath you. You feel the fire of your arousal go from faint embers to a roaring heat as you grab one of his hands and feel his fingers slide through your folds. Your question comes out a little shaky.

"Can I take care of you tomorrow?"

As it turns out he had no objections to that in the slightest. There were no dinners you two had made plans to go to. There were no work related events that might crop up. There was nothing but you and him and your bed. It's been your experience that people do their best prep for things like this by themselves. Of course, you always do a final inspection and help where you can but there's something uniquely intimate about cleaning yourself out this way and you- despite knowing how much Austin cares for you and adores you, you don't want to rush him. You don't want to cause him any undue discomfort partially so that it doesn't sour the mere idea of the actions that are about to happen but also because he's the man you love. He's the man you love and the fierce protectiveness you know he feels for you goes both ways. Your own protectiveness wraps itself around him like an armor and you're loathe to hurt him- to cause a single chink in that armor.

He does a remarkably good job at prepping himself, and you wonder briefly if he truly has never done this before. You know he hasn't though, know it's just a side effect of knowing how to clean himself properly and thoroughly. When you open the door he has his fingers starting to trace his hole with some hesitation. It was one thing to clean himself out, another to lube himself up. Your voice is a soft murmur as you press your naked body against his, making sure your full breasts push against his back. "On the bed, baby boy. On the bed for your queen."

His lips curl into a smile at the term of endearment he's used for you once or twice before. Perhaps that should be what he calls you in situations like this, ma'am and queen. Perhaps that encompasses your relationship in ways mama and mistress and any other combination of words do. You hum as you watch him walk to the bed with all the grace of a newborn fawn before flopping on the bed. A chuckle leaves your lips and you know you should tell him move, to make it easier for you to make sure you thoroughly prep him but instead you lay down beside him and take the lube, generously coating your fingers before you start to prep him. Involuntarily he tenses before you shush him, your free hand stroking his cheek. "Relax, it's just me. Just making sure I won't hurt you. Remember how you work me open when I'm not ready?"

He nods, a noise that sounds almost like a whine escaping his lips as he relaxes slowly but surely allowing your finger to slide into his hole. You take your time, allowing Austin to set the pace as you feel him relax more and more. Your hand stays on his face for a few minutes before he grabs your wrist and moves it down his torso. He's always been sensitive there and you feel the muscles tense as your fingertips dance across the skin as you move lower and lower, brushing past his cock that's slowly filling up the more you press against his prostate and settle on his thigh. A squeeze has him whining your name as you shush him whispering little sweet nothings into his ears.You hear his breath even out even as it hitches when you hit that certain spot inside him or when you move to add another finger but he takes them so well. He takes them so well and you can't help the words that leave your mouth.

"That's my good baby boy, being good for your queen. Relaxing for her, getting ready to take her. Gonna look so pretty with me inside of you, aren't you? Gonna bounce up and down on your queen, hm? Or am I going to have to do all the work." The last words are punctuated by you removing your hand, marveling in how he grinds back, whining when there's nothing there.

"Y/N. Don't- Why did you take them out?" Austin's voice sounds minorly unfamiliar to his own ears as he keeps grinding back until you put them back in and brush against where he wants you to, a sigh of relief exiting his body.

"You don't want more? Don't want to be stretched out around my strap on?" The word cock itches in your mouth and dances around but you tamp down on the urge, this is your boyfriend not a client. "Your queen's been so good at prepping you, wouldn't want that to go to waste would we?"

His head shake would be entertaining if you didn't realize he might be sliding into a space he can't handle just yet. It's violent and has you pulling out your hand and your other hand to make him focus on you and before you get the words out he smiles, "green."

Green. He's fine and you move to grab the lube again, coating your hand and the dildo attached to your strap on, watching as his eyes zero in on it. He bites his lip, and you swear you see a bit of drool that has you putting on a bit of a show. "Baby boy? You want your queen to fill you up now? You gonna climb on top of her? Ride her like she's ridden you before?"

What happens next is something you weren't expecting. Austin has been nervous and you've been worried he's going to call this off. It would have been fine and you would have understood wholeheartedly but you wanted to fulfill a fantasy for both of you. Yet here was your nervous boyfriend practically clamoring on the bed to be able to sink himself down on you. You see the muscles in his arms tense as he holds himself up, trying to figure out the best way to do things before you grasp the dildo and nod slowly as if to tell him it's alright. You know he knows to go slow even if he's excitable and you see the tear and the way his face winces just a bit even with the preparation and your free hand moves to wipe those tears away and cup his cheek.

"Good boy, there you go, nice and steady. You've got this. I'm so proud of you. Taking me so well, gonna make you feel so good, baby boy," your murmurs have him humming softly as he looks down at you, love clear as day in his eyes even as they flutter shut. You had told him not to bottom out just yet but he does and nearly shoots off of you when he realizes he just put an obscene amount of pressure on his prostate.

"Fuck. Ma'am. Queen. Y/N," Every word he can think of to be a name for you erupts from his mouth in a whimper, his arms and his thighs shaking. He hasn't come and yet he knows he probably will sooner rather than later.

"What's happening?" You ask, as your hand moves from his cheek down his neck and down to his collarbone as he starts to move himself off of you only to sink back down with a growl. "Color?"

"G-Green. Green Yellow." He forces the words out as he looks at you, watches your hand move down his torso, scratching at his nipples in a fit of minor overstimulation. "Green Yellow."

"Too much?" A simple question as you pull your hand away only to have him grab your wrist and put it close to his cock, whining as you brush that spot inside him again. "You want me to play with your cock, baby boy?

He nods, the words floating away from his brain and making it impossible for him to answer with words. You should tell him you won't do it unless he can tell you what he wants, what he needs but you understand him better than anyone and know what he wants in this moment. He wants to lose himself, you figure. Not completely but just enough that you are completely in control of his pleasure. Your hand wraps around his cock and he cries out a little. Not in pain but in pleasure that has him bouncing as best as he can above you. One of his hands moves to play with your breasts, pinching and kneading your nipple and the breast itself. He can't tell if you're enjoying this, so he figures this will help. You ought to tell him that his sighs and whimpers and how you feel his thighs tighten around your own- not an easy feet but the way his legs are practically splayed even as he rides you- is a wonder to behold that has you dripping onto the bed. You should tell him you're thinking you're likely to come without being touched. You should tell him these things and yet you hold back, choosing to wrap your hand around his cock and slide it up and down, your thumb playing with the slit and earning hiss after hiss and whimper after whimper.

The muscles in his abdomen are tightening and everything seems to be being wound tighter and tighter and tighter the more you look at him. He opens his mouth to finally let words leave it, to finally ask for something he needs desperately. "Wanna come. Please. Help me, let me come, please."

His voice is so wrecked that you feel your own body shudder with an orgasm as your hand tightens around his cock once more. His whines are getting louder, more pitiful as you look up at him and practically coo, "come for me, baby boy. Cover your queen's chest in your come. Paint me all white."

That does it as he shudders and cries out your name, his release coming it spurts over your stomach and your breasts. His body sags and he whines at the overstimulation from him not holding himself up any more. You're not intensely strong but you're strong enough to shift the two of you into a side by side position that allows you to slide out of him, trying not to relish in how he whines at the loss and whimpers at you petting his cheek and his body. Your own legs are shaky but you need to get up and clean up and you start to before Austin lays his whole arm across you and shakes his head. "Stay just- We'll shower in a bit. Take a bath. I don't- I just want you here right now. Wanna watch you play with my come."

Those last words are half slurred and you can't help but crack a small smile as you take his hand and drag it through the mess he's left on your chest. After a moment of him just staring at you, marveling at what you did you take his fingers and suck on them to clean them off. "Think you can handle this playing right now, baby boy?"

"Green."

[nicktremblaywayfu]

A Price for The Traitor to Pay

Warning : Kidnapping, Dubcon, Power play, choking, unprotected sex, p in v, cursing

Words : 4464

Tags : Porn with semi-plot, Older man x Younger woman, age differences, height differences, power play, emotional manipulation, vaginal fingering, oral (both receiving), hair pulling, half-naked, using the staff to dominate

Summary : You stole the scarab from Marc, planned to give it to the cult leader and thought it would be the key to your escape from this deadly mission. But karma never loses an address, as Harrow captured you for a few questions regarding the scarab’s whereabouts.

Pairing : Arthur Harrow x F! Reader

Characters : Arthur Harrow, You (reader)

Rating : 18+ (Adults Only !)

Available on Ao3 as well

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Sometimes you imagined yourself sleeping with a cult leader. Sometimes the thought became your personal sexual fantasy. A guilty pleasure. But that was merely a fantasy in your head. It was pretty because it wasn't real and it didn't actually happen to you. Well, perhaps not until now.

And here you were in a spacious room with just a table and dim yellow-ish light. You were the only living being in here, beaten up and bruised with blood and sweat dripping on your temple. Cuts decorated your face and flesh from the recent battle. Maybe, this is what you deserve afterall. You were a traitor. You stole the scarab from Marc's bag when he was in a battle, so you could give it to the cult man that demanded it. And when he received it, that’s your chance to run away. Never be seen again by him or Marc himself.

 But before you do what you planned, your action backfired on you. The moment he saw you standing not far away from Harrow, he told his henchmen to capture you as a hostage. Regrets started to haunt your mind. 

Your thoughts stopped after hearing a click, unlocking the door. You were still in a kneeling position, hands on your back. You didn't bother to scream, like anyone can hear you anyway. You were still in his compound in the alps. Who else lives near here but Ammit's sheeps? The time the door was unlocked, you fixed your gaze to an old man walking towards you. Slowly, like his steps depended on his cane for balance. He finally took his last step right in front of you, with his crotch positioned in front of your face thanks to your shorter height. You just stared at him, now kneeling to get on your eye level. 

There were seconds of eye contact alongside silence. He was holding his staff, staring at your face like observing an ancient egypt artifact. Your chin was lifted up with his hand under your face, a smug smirk decorated his face. He was satisfied with his catch.

"Sometimes it's amazing to see that no matter how strong a human is, they can't do much once their hands are tied up." Head tilting, he acted like he did all the job capturing you. 

“Yeah no shit. You tried to be smart with your rhetorical question but it made you look dumb you fuck.” You tried to spit on his face, yet nothing but an empty click of sound coming from your mouth. You haven’t drank anything since morning, of course your mouth would be dry like a desert. 

He chuckled, mocking your failed attempt. 

“Wait here, I'll get you something to drink.” He rested his staff on the ground just next to you. He left with an open door, whether he was mocking you again or he was giving you a test you didn’t really care about that.

You were left alone in such a boring room with his strange crocodile-headed staff as your companion. Its eyes glowed purple, and you had the impression that the inanimate object was staring at you. But the moment lasted only a minute before the cult leader reappeared, clutching a glass of cold water.

“I need to speak for a few things with you. And I don't wish to speak with someone that is dehydrated, no. It hurts my heart to see such a condition.” At the very least, he placed a straw in the glass to make drinking easier for you. It's difficult to imagine him forcing the water down your throat with the glass.

You’re a liar if you told him the water didn’t cool down your sore and dry throat. But where was your dignity to thank an enemy of yours and your friend? Even calling Marc as a “friend” wasn’t appropriate anymore. Your dignity has fallen on the first decision of you to steal the scarab. Had your action been recorded, the world would boo at you and Marc’s god, Khonshu, would be furious without any doubt. 

“Thank you. For the water.” Such simple gratitude felt like thorns coming out from your mouth.

“No need to thank me. Afterall, I didn't mean to hurt you.” He patted your clothes from dust and dirt after putting the glass on the ground. 

“ I’m just here to ask you about a stolen important thing. That thing is the key to a world free of sinners. And I assume you might know one or two things about it, hm?” You frowned as his hand rested on your shoulder. 

What now? You could’ve just given him the scarab, and then left. But that scenario felt way too good to be true. Or you could lie to his face, with an unpredictable outcome. 

“Say, what if I knew your magical beetle is, what would you do to me? what you could offer as a trade?” 

“Then I shall let you go. I will let you live in our soon-to-be purified world.” He smirked with a gaze of hope for his own dream.

“Not interested in keeping me any longer ?” You teased him, foolishly expecting he would reveal what he would do to you. Just letting me go ? Too good to be true.

Harrow just sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. You got the feeling that you’re starting to test his patience. Harrow was known to be the most composed man people ever knew but in this case, an “emergency” case, patience is something he can toss aside.

“Let me sum this up. You’re planning to free me if I give you the scarab. However, there is no guarantee that I actually have the metal beetle. What if I really, really can’t give you the information or the stuff that you demanded ?” You leaned toward him, with your sore knees starting to beg you to straighten them up.

“Well, that is something I'm not quite sure about as well. We’re still in a ‘what if’ scenario, aren’t we? you haven’t given me the exact answer whether you have it or not. “ His smirk faded, his stare was getting more serious. Such a composed man did make you frightened a bit. 

“I'd like you to give me the exact answer now, and I hope you don't waste any of your time any longer. Answer it truthfully; where is the scarab ?” Your chin brought up again with his staff. You have very few choices other than just swallowing your spit down to your throat. You could almost feel the coldness within his icy gaze. Those were actually such beautiful eyes, but not in this situation.

“I believe I don't have to repeat my inquiry to you. I know you heard me very clearly.” 

“Gods, you just don’t have patience do you ? I need to think carefully about my answer.” The way you talked challenged him, as his voice started to get rougher and lower. A weird, strange feeling started to knock at the door of your mind.

“The answers are very simple; it’s a yes or no. I don’t need any additional information that is not relevant. You can keep it to yourself”

“Oh but what if I wanted to share irrelevant information with you first? If you really wanted to know where the scarab is-” 

Your voice stopped as a sudden force charged towards you, with his hands firmly grasping your neck. Within seconds, you were starting to feel lightheaded. Your hands are crying from pain as they were crushed beneath your back. What is wrong with you, challenging a cult leader that actually could kill you easily ?

“We have no time for another unnecessary drama. The earth is in catastrophe thanks to the sinner and you decide to play along and waste the time?” He leaned his head towards you, less than two inches from your face.

“It was a fool of you, stalling the time and letting more people die from the sinners from second to second. What is your wish exactly ?” You knew well he finally snapped as his grip was getting harder. Your brain has already been begging for the oxygen supply it needed and a bit of tears started to stream from your eyes.You sure would collapse if his grip stays in additional minutes. 

Loud coughs emitted from your throat as he released the grip. You deeply exhaled at the point your lungs were fully filled with air.

“what the FUCK was that?” Now it was your turn to be mad. But it wasn’t entirely his fault and you knew it well. You reap what you sow, challenging a man that won't hesitate to kill anyone especially that his Goddess deemed unworthy to live. He continued gazing at you while you kept supplying oxygen to your brain. Your hands were pretty much sore already and you could feel it’s reddening. He has proven himself that he was no man to play with. And he has proven that this is a situation between life or death of yours.

“Will you speak now ?” Harrow stood up nonchalantly. His rage was still somewhere inside but he managed to keep his composure once again. 

“After you tried to kill me? Hell no. I’ll bite your neck if you touch me again.” You tried to stand as well but your knees have numbed from the sore. You groaned as you almost fell to the side.

“Hmph. If violence wouldn’t make you talk, I suppose I'll have to make it pleasant for both of us.” 

“Yeah I agree with that yet you’re the one that makes it hard with unnecessary attempts to kill me.” Before you could continue your second sentence, he put both his hands on your shoulders. 

“What are you doing now? I told you I'll bite your neck if you touch me again.” You hissed as he explored the outside of your jacket.

“You have my permission if you wish to do that.” He tilted his head, now his iconic smirk returned once again. It was crazy how this man could easily control what emotion he’d like to show within minutes. 

“What ?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. What does it mean that he let you kill him easily?

No answer was given, instead he focused on stripping down your field jacket, letting it rest on your arm. You were worried as Harrow was about to search your jacket for the beetle but it seemed he had another idea. 

“What the bloody hell are you doing? You won't find any scarab inside, it’s not there ! ” Your voices were getting  louder, echoing the room.  Yet it didn’t affect him, not even the slightest. 

“I’m not looking for that. I know you will give it to me eventually, even if it’s just a piece of information about its whereabouts.” The fact that his face was closer than before, you could even feel his warm breath. A strange sensation mixed up with something started to pooling down there. Have you really lost your dignity that you were aroused by a cult leader, or was it really just a natural reaction from your body?

If your hands weren't tied right now, you would land a critical punch to his jaw. But the only thing you could do is slightly cocking your head to the side, which he cupped your cheek and brought your gaze back to him again.

“There is no need to shy away from me. I have granted your permission to look at me, as long as you want.” His other hand stroked on the back of your head.

“Is it really your last tactic ? Bet you did this to any of your hostages." 

"I didn't " his answer is direct.

" Most people would give up the time they face violence. But you aren't like that. You're exceptional " his soft stroke turned into a rough, harsh grip on your hair just within a second. Your head brought up, exposing your neck for him to look at. 

"Just do what I want you to do, and I assure you no harm will be done" his low, husky voice was far more threatening than any loud scold you ever heard.

You couldn’t even nod. Now it was truly seen what this man was  capable of. What a leader of Ammit’s followers was capable of. Fear crawling on your back mixed with the sensation of arousal. And to make it worse, these two feelings were such a perfect combination. You have set your bar on the lowest level; hoping Harrow wouldn’t kill you in a slow and agonizing death.

You were lost in your thoughts for a moment, not realizing he had pulled out his throbbing dick to your face. Before you would say anything, he shoved it down to your throat. You gagged as the tip reached your tonsil. 

"When you were unconscious, I read your scale and Ammit had decided that you were a good woman. I would like to see you proof it yourself, you hear me?" He pulled your hair to meet his gaze. Of course you weren't able to give him any answer. Not even giving him a gesture as your hands were still tied up tightly. 

But your answer didn't really matter. He gripped your hair and bobbed your head, using you to thrust his shaft down to your throat satisfying himself. Yet you didn't have any urge to run away. You could bite his flesh in your mouth right now yet you didn't choose to do that. Perhaps this is the consequence of a traitor that could actually endanger the world. A traitor of your very own best friend and mission partner.  And now you could feel your panties slowly drenched on your fluid. You didn't know what to say if he found out that you were actually aroused by him. 

It was hard to breathe with him roughly pushing himself down to your throat.  But it was impossible to beg for air when your mouth was shut and your hands were numb. All you could taste was his throbbing cock rubbing against the wall and the tongue of your mouth, drool started to stream to your neck. Your eyes were teary as well from rough movement of him and the lack of oxygen once again. 

There was no use fighting back, you knew you couldn't. You weren't able anyway. Your tongue started to move, rubbing his dick. You licked it and matched the movement inside your mouth. Harrow growled loudly, it had been a long time since he had a pleasure like this. His grip on your hair hardened, adding pain to your sensation. He slowed down his move a bit, letting you to adjust and using your tongue to please him even more. You let the flesh of your tongue rubbed against the shaft of his dick, with your saliva as the lubricant. Your neck has been drenched with sweat and drool. You even managed to reach the base of his cock with your tongue, which made Harrow more vocal and louder than before. At last, you knew he's going to spill his load as his thrust is getting sloppier yet harder. In his final thrust, he spilled right down to your throat. Giving you no choice but to swallow it all so you wouldn't choke on it.

He pulled, giving you a chance to inhale a big amount of air. You were a mess. Sweats flowing on the dried blood of your wound, with your neck completely drenched. Such a look made Harrow more lustful even, satisfied with his work. 

"I'll speak, I'll speak. But please let me catch my breath first." You looked at him, begging for mercy with the worst scenario flooding your mind. 

"You don't have to worry. This is not the moment I demand you to speak, not yet." he huffed as he lifted you to a table behind both of you. His age was half a century but that doesn't change the fact that it never really affected his strength.  

Your whole body ached as you were put in a new position suddenly, but at least you can adjust your legs freely now. You leaned on a wall, looking at him now staring at your lips. 

"Such beautiful lips, would be a waste if it didn't get the chance of pleasure it deserved" a small whimper can be heard in the room and this time it's not from him. You didn't expect that it was just the first round of his plan. You thought that he would just push himself to your mouth and force you to speak, but that wasn't enough for him. Your mind has scattered the time he explored your mouth with his tongue. It wrapped around yours and danced with it. The contrast of your high-pitched whimper and his low growl overlapping each other. 

Not enough with just eating your lips, his hand creeped beneath your shirt. He unclasped your bra, then lifted your outfit right on the top of your upper chest. He could see your bare breast now, yet he kept his focus on your lip. You could feel his hand squishing your breast, making your whimper grow louder. When he released your lips, you were out of breath. 

You hate how he successfully made yourself wet. You were so wet, that you could feel you were wearing panties that just washed and hadn't dried yet. His hand moved from your breast to down, slipping into your pants, then inside your underwear. Your body flinched when his middle finger touched the tip of your clit. 

"I'm glad we both can settle this in our comfort. You can say otherwise but your body can't lie. "  He planted a kiss on your neck before completely eating your flesh and sucked it.

 Both of his hands worked on your body. One on your breast to encourage your lust alongside with the other rubbing your folds slowly. It was painfully slow, like he wanted you to enjoy every second of it. And seconds felt like minutes in this moment. You were overwhelmed with the euphoria and lust flooding your mind. It was hard to tell which of his hands you should enjoy the most. The way he massaged your breast synchronized with him rubbing your clit and inner labia, spreading your own fluid to your whole genital area. Now both of his hands holding your pants, Harrow stripped it down and completely pulled it off from you. He could see how drenched both of your panties and yourself. But you can't deny that he made you aroused so bad like this. You were half naked in front of him, with your tops still on your body as your hands were still tied. The feelings of the breeze of air blow through your bare vagina, now fully exposed with your fluid dripping down. 

You were still afraid of what he would do to your body, hoping that everything in his plan wouldn't involve a gun or knife. Like reading a book, he knew your feelings well right now.

"I'm not going to kill you. You've been a good woman as you have proven yourself. You will get your reward for your obedience." He whispered in a low voice next to your ear before nibbling it. A mewl emitted from your voice as he thrusted his middle finger to your entrance. Your folds have been completely wet, as his finger moved easily inside you. 

He massaged your inner wall for a moment, then putting another finger to stretch you. His hands were big, so his two fingers felt like stretching your walls to its limit. While his hand worked on your entrance, another one massaged your breast gently while his mouth moved to another spot of your neck. Playing with your entrance with his fingers was not enough, however. He wanted more. But first, he has to return your favor. 

He kneeled down, facing your hole with breathes of warm air blowing to your vagina. He began to spread your legs, putting them on his shoulders and planted a light kiss to your lower lips. You flinched once again, as he continued his action. It was his tounge's turn, licking every inch of your lower part. You really wish your hands were free so you could pull his hair and stick his face closer to your crotch right now. The tongue that was once overlapping in your mouth, now entering your hole. His low growl completed with him eating you making you more drunk with lust, and the only words that came from your mouth was either half emitted curse or moan. His tongue felt rough as it rubbed your labia and returned inside of your entrance. Your breath has become uncontrollable as you were almost to the edge, head thrown to the back. Was this what Harrow felt when I sucked his cock with my little mouth?

You exhaled deeply, as he finally put his mouth off from your vagina. A string of saliva mixed with your fluid connecting his mouth and your hole. Looking at your messy hair, body decorated with red hue and hickies, he continued to the next part. He pulled down his pants, although not completely stripped it off, with now his cock ready to continue his action once again. You knew well where this was going to be, yet you have given up. Harrow was right, your body can not lie.

He carefully put his tip on your entrance, thrusting it slowly as your inner wall clamping his shaft. He huffed heavily, never having found someone this tight. He gazed at you, teary eyes drunk with lust and lost in euphoria. You were really in such a mess. You no longer have thought to run away or fight back. You were fully his. Harrow can do anything to you and it didn't really matter. You twined his hips with your legs as he fully thrusted his cock into you. He adjusted his more comfortable position, his face just an inch from yours. You both didn't break eye contact as he slowly pumped himself on you. Each thrust felt like not only pumping your canal, but also increasing your volume of moan. He growled like a beast, it was such a pleasure that he had been missing for a long time. Now that he had the chance, he cherished it every moment. Every second and every movement. 

Once that was a faint squelch now could be heard clearly in this isolated room. He planted a bite on the crook of your neck side, marking you outside that you were his. But the lustful moments were disturbed with your phone ringing. Harrow looked at you, he was suspicious of who's called. He picked the phone from your jacket pocket, with "Marc" showing up as on the screen. He just smirked, then asked you what to do with the call.

"Perhaps you'd like a word with Spector?"

What word exactly do you have to answer the call? The fact that you were sleeping with a cult leader named Arthur Harrow himself? You couldn't imagine what Marc would say if he found you in this situation. Khonshu wouldn't be pleased as well.

"Let it be. I don't think I can have a full conversation right now".

Harrow obeyed, he placed the phone a few inches away from you. He  no longer paid any mind with your phone as he continued his pace. He continued to pump you, with his lips stuck on yours. Eventually the ring stopped, your phone played the message note Marc had sent.

"The sun is going down and I don't think we can continue without any sunlight in the alps." You couldn't focus fully on his words, it felt like a meaningless wind blowing through your ears. 

"I can't find you anywhere. And Harrow was nowhere to be seen. Look, I'm worried about you okay. If you find yourself lost, stay at wherever you are and-" he stopped for a moment. A silence occured for a few seconds before other words could be heard again.

"And just send your location, you hear me ? But if you see that bastard in your sight, just run. Run as far as you could, I'd find you don't worry. Just run, don't try to fight. Prioritize your safety first."  You just sighed, looking at the cult man tilting his head. 

"And to make it worse, the scarab is gone. Yet I didn't hear any of his sheep talk about it so safe to say we still got time to find it. It must be fell somewhere else" Guilt has taken a seat next to your lustful feelings. You closed your eyes, as you rather enjoy Harrow's tip hitting your cervix instead of being reminded of your betrayal. 

"Please be very careful. Call me back as soon as possible. I'll wait for you to come back to our quarters." Your phone clicked, end of the message. 

"The scarab is gone, I see?" Harrow raised his eyebrows. 

Your energy has been drained from his continuous pump. Harrow postponed his question as he was coming to his edge. He thrusted his cock harder and faster inside you, the move surprised you as you let out a short scream. He adjusted his position, his hand wrapped around your torso to make you closer to him. You just buried your face to his soft clothed chest. Your moan was muffled, the lust ride has become unbearable.

At last, he pumped his final thrust, letting out his seed inside of you. It was a mark that you belong to him and him only. You drenched his dick in your fluid as well. You both come at the same time together. There was a moment of silence before he pulled out and inhaled. He was exhausted as well. He returned to his composed image, now gently cupped your cheek.

"Maybe we can talk about the important thing that I needed ? Hm? Do you know where it is ?" Harrow looked at you with a pleading puppy eyes. You just sighed and closed your eyes for seconds.

"It's in my shirt pocket. Take it."

Harrow was surprised by the fact that the scarab was actually in front of his very own eyes this whole time. He unfolded the wrinkle of your shirt, searching for the pocket and finally found the golden scarab. It was almost surreal to look at. He gave a smug smile, satisfied with his attempt. He then looked at you. Completely covered in sweat and dried blood, unable to move due to being exhausted.

" I shall keep you here longer. It's better for you to stay on my side, my sweetheart". 

—

[jooheonspinky]

Monsta X Masterlist

Welcome: Thank you for stopping by. 

*all works are complete unless otherwise stated*

Shownu x Female Reader

So Beautiful[09.10.2021] {Angst, Smut} After having your first child, you no longer feel sexy with your new mom bod.

Wonho x Female Reader, ft Jooheon x Reader’s Female BFF

Stuck[04.08.2018] (a collaboration with @millie-ionaire05) {Smut}: Your best friend and you work for the most amazing company ever, hiring Kpop artists for events. When fraudsters come into play, the two of you will be stuck scrambling to appease the client and either losing your jobs, or striking on luck.: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

Wonho x Female Reader, ft Kihyun

The Mummy Prince [10.30.2018] {Halloween Thriller, Smut, one shot}: Y/N starts working at a museum of ancient artifacts. She is excited to put her studies of old languages to use as a new object is brought in.

Losing You [12.21.2020] {angst, magic!au}: Wonho must choose between you or saving the world

Minhyuk x Female Reader

The Black Ribbon[06.12.2018] {Horror/Thriller!au, one shot}: Minhyuk returns after an accident wearing a black choker that he insists must never be taken off.

Enchanted Night [03.30.2020] {Fantasy; one shot}: Accepting an invitation to a Halloween beach party, Y/N tags along with her best friend. There, she meets a young man with whom she hits it off with right away. But he is not all that he seems.

Kihyun x Female Reader

Ghost Tour Surprise [10.31.2021] {Halloween, Spooky}: Y/N takes a haunted tour of historical downtown, meeting a strange, yet handsome passenger along the way.

Hyungwon x Female Reader

Rumors[06.19.2018] {Smut, one shot}: You never thought you’d find yourself pinned between the sinks in the women’s bathroom by your crush offering you what you’d always wanted, but here you were, staring up into his face scrambling to keep your cool.

A Midnight Ball on Hallows' Eve [10.16.2019] {Spooky!au, one shot}: You share a dance with a mysterious stranger.

Jooheon x Female Reader

Tamed Hearts: [09.28.2018] {Angst, Fluff}: Do past lives really exist? It’s difficult for Y/N to cling to her beliefs when so much has her leaning towards a yes.: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 

Regrets: [10.31.2020] {Fantasy, angst, one shot}: This was a ‘finish the story’ challenge using this prompt: Part of me was hoping the ground would just open up and swallow me whole as I watched him approach me. I hadn’t seen him since that night we parted ways, and I was hoping I never would. Seeing him brought back all of those memories that I fought so hard to repress, to forget. ”Hello dear, I thought I might find you here.”

No Regrets: [04.24.2022] {Fantasy, vampire!au, angst, fluff, smut, one shot}:  When I can’t let our last goodbye be for forever.

Got my Number: [08.23.2022] {idol!au, fluff, smut, one shot}:  A trip to see Monsta X in concert turns out to be so much more than expected.

Jooheon x Gender Neutral Reader

Disturbance:[08.13.2021] {Angst}:A waking nightmare shakes you to your core and Jooheon is there to help calm you afterwards despite the fact you two had not been talking to each other all day.

Changkyun x Female Reader

The Spirit Board[10.29.2018] {Halloween Thriller, one shot}: When Y/N finds an old spirit board while cleaning out her attic, will she still believe that spirits aren’t real?

OT7 

Wonho X Female Reader, ft BFF Changkyun, BTS

Lure of the Lore [01.30.2019] {Werewolf, angst, fluff, smut}: Y/N‘s never been a believer in lore, unlike her best friend Changkyun. That is until he drags her to yet ANOTHER exhibit where there is a supposed werewolf locked in a cage made of silver and steel. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 |

Monsta X Cabin in Lure of the Lore [11.25.2019]1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Jooheon X Female Reader

The Draco Prince [09.12.2020]{Fantasy; Inspired by The Witcher series}: Y/N sets on a quest to find the dragon prince. Her goal is to break the curse and return him to his family. This journey finds her befriending several creatures and humans which turn out to be essential to her quest. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

[leviiackrman]

OCS AS HORROR TROPES;

I was tagged by @arthrmorgann @detectivelokis @simonxriley @roofgeese @corvosattano + @sstewyhosseini to use this uquiz for some bbies, thank you beloveds🤍

Tagging: @risingsh0t @chuckhansen @queennymeria @arklay @jacobseed @liurnia @unholymilf @florbelles @indorilnerevarine @confidentandgood @jinfromyarikawa @marivenah @denerims @shellibisshe @nokstella @noonfaerie @jackiesarch + @river-ward

THE LOVER;

love has brought you to this place, and it will not let you leave. fear clutches you, constricts you, and it will have you killed– and yet, it is still no match for the bounty of your heart. you will try as hard as you can to protect the object of your affections. evil is nothing in the face of your warmth. even if you are successful in protecting your lover, that does not guarantee your own survival. your heart has doomed you, but what greater death is there than dying for love?

THE KILLER;

was there ever a choice? maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you. you surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. you are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat. maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt, and allow you to finally rest.

THE HAUNTED HOUSE;

decrepit and falling apart at the seams; time has not been kind to you, has it? termites have nestled in your bones, and stray cats find comfort in your sinews. you may be victim to time and erosion, but your abandoned corpse remains a refuge for unwanted things. vermin and ghosts thank you. what greater kindness can there be than offering shelter?

THE FINAL GIRL;

you're very tired, aren't you? thrashing and fighting and trying to survive– it has taken its toll, but that has not stopped you. you'll continue to gnaw and scream and bare teeth until you can free yourself from this mess, even if it means being the last one left. there is rest at the end of this hard battle, i promise you. there is a time when the fight will be over– but fighting is all you know, isn't it?

THE SACRIFICE;

a knife to your back is your first memory– it will also be your last. you cannot help but let things into your heart, such is your nature. time and time again, however, they hurt you and leave you to rot. but your heart remains open, and you continue to let more in. is it kindness, at that point, or is it sacrifice?

THE MONSTER;

it was not your fault– at first, at least. you can not help being the way you are. and even if you could, would you choose to change? they met you with torches raised and screaming mouths, the only choice you had was to flee. but you will not stay away forever. they whisper your name in fear, and you will make sure you hurt them just as much as they hurt you.

[maes-flowers]

For them, for us (Obi-wan Kenobi x reader)

Summary: Following the Kenobi series, two former Jedi masters Obi-wan Kenobi and Y/n Marilla are grieving the lost of Anakin, Padme, and the jedi purge. After pledging to watch over Luke Skywalker and spending ten years in exile, and making a life together what will happen when the mistakes they made in their past come back as a new threat?

Authors note: I had to repost cause I wasn't showing up in any tags lol but if you like this story and want to be added to the taglist let me know down below!

Warnings: Very clear signs PTSD (panic attack, nightmares, and hypervigilance) arguments, violence, some fluff, and I think that's it

Prologue

You hated nighttime.

Especially the nights you would shoot yourself out of bed in the middle of the night due to your mind reliving memories you wished would leave you. But the war, the screaming, the bloodshed, and the mistakes you've made in the past haunted you and every breath you took.

Your chest heaved as you blinked rapidly, your eyes adjusting to being open as you took in your surroundings. The small and familiar hut in a cave provides a soothing comfort as you sit on the small bed you shared with Obi-wan. Your hair toppled down your shoulder grazing your bare arms as you shuddered from the cold desert air blowing in creating goose bumps to appear on your skin.

You closed your eyes again for a moment but images from your nightmare came quickly flowing back.

You hated the nights you couldn't fall back asleep even more.

Sighing, you lifted the blanket from your body and stood up. Your back popping as you stretch the sleep away from your muscles. Looking down you stared at the sleeping man below. who had been knocked out cold after a day in the sun before you got home from your own job.

“At least one of us gets a nice night of sleep.” you whispered quietly.

You grabbed your shawl from the floor and draped it over your shoulders, you weren't sure what time it was but you knew it was way too early for you to be awake. You stood awkwardly in the middle of the place, unsure of what to do. Your options for entertainment are already limited on any other day, but even more so when your overworked husband was sleeping a mere few feet away.

Until your eyes landed on the large metal pool you kept in the corner of the cave. You stared at it in thought, it was early so you'd be safe from anyone witnessing you and be safe from Obi-wan's scolding if you were to practice right now. 

While Obi-wan had completely sealed himself from the force, you still kept in touch with it much to Obi-wan’s disappointment. Although not as much as your younger self did but enough to keep you occupied a few nights a week if you were lucky. From practicing small mind tricks on animals, levitating objects around your small home, and last but not least practicing your lightsaber skills.

With a mental stick you had managed to steal from a scraper site since your actual lightsaber was buried deep in the sands of Tatooine.

You slid on your boots and grabbed the pole and headed outside giving one more glance to Obi-wan's sleeping form as you stepped away.

Tatooine had no moon on the planet, but  instead had two suns so it never truly became fully dark. Which had made sleeping even more of a task than it already was before having to keep scraps of fabric on any possible crevice light could come in. at least it was convenient on the nights you sneak out.

You never moved too far from the entrance to your home, always keeping the place in your line of sight. After an incident where you strayed too far from the cave and didn't hear or see Obi-wan come up behind you resulting in you slamming the pole right into his stomach you promised you wouldn't let that happen again. 

 Twirling the pole in your hand, you did a couple practice swings in the air, stretching your muscles in your shoulders and arms warming your body up. the weight was heavy in your hand as you began to move. Your mind went to your master, Stass Allie as you went to strike your imaginary enemy. The stern but kind woman had specialized in force healing but also was one of the best lightsaber duelists you've ever seen and was the main reason you were the Jedi you were. You had hoped dearly that she had made it out alive when order 66 was implemented.

You shook your head to get rid of the thought as your body went on autopilot. You grunted as you threw the pole and quickly brought it back with the force. You kept your breath low and steady as you got on your knees, your body performing the moves that allowed you to attack a person's legs before rolling back up, switching the pole in your opposite hand as you turned around quickly, redoing the stances of basic lightsaber forms again. Getting used to the unbalance of attacking  with your nondominant hand. 

You smiled at the familiar feeling, you felt like you again even for just a brief moment as you pretended you were back in the temple and your and your friends lives weren't ripped apart by the empire. 

You had to give up your actual name in public places, opting for ‘Kilian’ to avoid anyone connecting the dots of your identity, leaving your home on Coursant, and getting rid of your saber. And although you would do it again if it meant protecting the twins and being with Obi-wan, you would be lying if you said you felt like you lost a huge part of yourself. You gritted your teeth and slammed the pole right into a rock, metal bending awkwardly to the right when you staggered away.

“Y/n.” a voice you very quickly recognized as Obi-wans called out to you, dropping the bent makeshift weapon you looked over at him. 

Expecting the usual look of disappointment, all you found was worry.

You panted from the exertion, you sat down on a small rock and hung your head between your legs.

“Stupid pole.”  You heaved, not enjoying the slight twinge of pain in your hip. “What are you doing up?” you asked.

“The same reason you're awake, I assume.” Obi-wan sighed

You heard the sound of boots grazing the rocks on the ground, keeping your eyes low until the man in front of you kneeled down in front of you. 

“Bad night?” he asked.

“Bad night.” you echoed pathetically.

Slowly looking up you came eye to eye with Obi-wan, his hand coming up and pressing into the tender muscle of your hip. You groaned at the feeling and leaned forward until your head planted on his chest, thankful he knows you well enough to do the small action without asking.

“Kriff, I love you, do you know that?” you said, relaxing at the small massage his large hands gave you, you moaned softly at the relief of the knot coming undone.

“I have a faint idea.” he mumbled, his hands leaving your hip and opting to grab your hand, his fingers running over the small band around your finger. Although you and Obi-wan never got officially married, you both had made rings soon after you arrived on Tatooine and called it good enough. No one else needed to know besides you two anyway.

“Did you have a nightmare?” he asked, you looked up from his chest and shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“Ah you know, just the usual.” you said, “I'm assuming you did as well?”

Obi-wan looked down, his sheltered reaction confirming the obvious.

“Glad to see nothing has changed in the Kenobi household.” you joked sadly, although you enjoyed the small laugh the man let out. He looked up at you, and you pushed the longer copper strands away from his eyes.

Obi-wan truly hasn't changed too much in the last ten years, the mullet he sported years before had returned and his beard had grown a tad longer. With some fine lines around his eyes, most likely due to the powerful rays of two suns and the constant squinting during the mid afternoon as he worked outside. He still remained the unfairly handsome man you met decades ago in your eyes. 

“Quit judging the old man.” he said, you gasped at that and jokingly pulled at the roots of his hair lightly, smirking at the quiet groan he let out under your grip.

“I'm not! I'm admiring you and plus you only have five years on me.” you said, running your hands down until each one was on each side of his jaw. You leaned forward and kissed him, happily accepting Obi-wan's grip returning to your hip as you deepened the kiss. He gave you a few more moments before he reluctantly pulled away.

“Come back to bed,” Obi-wan said, you sighed at the thought of going back to the nightmares. 

“I know, I feel the same way but I know you work tomorrow and you need some sleep.” Obi-wan said, already noticing your apprehension to the idea.

You just nodded in defeat, you knew he was right. You worked at the local tavern in the town and although you didn't go to work early you worked late often.

You stood up and grabbed the pole, Obi-wan following beside you as you both walked back home.

As the two of you laid back down, you reached for Obi-wan as you curled up under his larger frame, tucking your head under his chin.

“Tomorrow morning, you think we can go check up on Luke?” you asked, sleep already reclaiming your mind. “It's been a few weeks since I was able to go with you.” your voice trailed off at the end, letting your eyes fall shut.

“Of course, Love.” Obi-wan said, but he received soft snores in response.

🖾

You and Obi-wan sat silently on the small mountain that overlooked the Lars residence, it had been weeks since you had come with Obi-wan to do your weekly check in on him. You were catching up on sleep from the unruly schedule your job had from work and your insomnia. In result, you slept in late today as well, having to take the very, very old speeder bike you managed to buy off one of your regulars for a good deal to meet up with Obi-wan who had left an hour before. The two of you both held binoculars to your eyes as you watched Luke run away from his chores.

“Where is that kid going?” you mumbled to yourself, watching Owen Lars stop what he was doing and looked for Luke.

You watched as Obi-wan scanned the larger area surrounding their home, but you kept your eyes on the side of the house. Chuckling at the sight of Luke climbing onto the roof and sliding goggles over his head.

Your smile dropped as you then saw him act like he was podracing, you put down the binoculars and watched in disbelief. That was the most Anakin-like thing you've ever seen the kid do, and you wouldn't be lying if you said that the sight alone did not punch a hole of grief into your stomach.

“Wow.” you mumbled, looking over at your husband as he slowly lowers his own binoculars. 

Obi-wan stayed silent as he started ahead. You wish you knew what he was thinking at that moment of seeing the spitting image of his friend. You were about to comfort him but heard you watch beep at you and you cursed, quickly standing up. You dusted off your pants as you grabbed your stuff.

“You need better time management, Starlight.” Obi-wan said, looking up at you. You ignored the way the new nickname turned your face red as you rolled your eyes.

“Ha-ha.” you said displeased, leaning down and kissing his head. “I'll be back later tonight, I love you.” 

You stepped toward the cliff edge and peered over, the drop wasn't too far and you could see your bike right below you.

“Why must you insist on taking the most unsafe routes?” Obi-wan chastised, you looked over your shoulder as you crouched down.

“Because it's fun.” and with that you dropped down and landed on the seat of your bike on your feet, the uneven weight making you wobble as you sat down on it properly. You looked up and saw Obi-wan looking over the edge, a small smile on his face as you waved to him and sped off.

🖾

The day after seeing Luke, the Tavern was disgustingly slow. To the point you should've just stayed home since the jobs pay was terrible without tips. You sighed as you closed the bar early, as one of your co-workers told you to just go home.

So when you were walking through town you didn't expect to see Obi-wan and Owen Lars talking to each other. Owen's face was tight with annoyance as you heard his voice the closer you got to them.

“Anakin is dead Ben,” Owen reminded. “And I won't let you make the same mistake twice.”

You sighed, knowing Obi-wan once again pushed the boundary Owen had set with Luke. although you hated it you kept your distance so you avoided situations like this.

“Owen,” you called at, your voice hard. “Let's not go to cheapshots, shall we?” you stopped in front of him. You had seen Owen in town more often than Obi-wan had, as he stopped in once in a while for a drink and something to eat. You had the opportunity to see Luke once with him as well, he reluctantly allowed you to introduce yourself. You knew he was protective of his nephew but you knew Obi-wan was as well.

“I know you care, and I don't hold that against you but you have to understand we are not trying to make him a soldier or anything like that.” you kept your voice low so no one could hear you. “We care about him too, and the sooner you see that the easier this will make everything. Don't forget without us you wouldn't even know that little boy was alive right now so don't directly insult my husband for a tragedy he had no control over.”

Owen just looked at your silence for a moment before he shook his head.

“Leave him on the farm, with his family, where he belongs.” he warned before he walked away.

You sighed and pinched your nose, shaking your head.

“ Why is he so stubborn-” You halted your sentence as you heard the shouts of the villagers.

“Move,” A deep voice rattled. “Move! Get out of the way.” 

Your fight or flight activated as you saw the figure in all black armor walk down the street pushing away citizens in their way.

“Behind the wall, go.” Obi-wan hurried, his voice in a quiet rush as the both of you backed against the wall.

“You know why we are here,” a man with a ragged voice announced, his face green contrasting poorly with the black armor. “There is a jedi hiding on this planet and we need to know where he is! Tell us the location and you will be rewarded well.”

“Or you'll be punished!” a woman's voice called out, as she walked down the street. Tall and powerful as she sauntered around the crowd. “Hands go first! That way, when you reach for anything you will think of us.” she warned.

You watched an older woman begin to yell at the inquisitor.

“This is the outer rim!” a woman's voice called out. “You have no rights here.”

You watched as the inquisitor turned to the woman, her hand moving toward her saber. You stepped forward on instinct, your body wanting to help but Obi-wan arm flew out and kept you pushed against the wall.

“Don’t.” he hissed.

The Inquisitor  turned on her saber and quickly sliced off the woman's hand, your hand flew to your mouth as the crowd around you gasped at the screaming woman.

“All we want is information!” she yelled circling around the crowd like a predator. “If anyone knows anything about a jedi…” her voice trailed off when she looked at Owen.

“You know something?” she questioned, Owen shook his head.

“What's your name?” she asked, her tone calmer than before.

“Owen,” he said.

“Owen,” she echoed, as if getting used to his name on her tongue. “Farmer, right? Have a wife? A kid?”

“My family’s of no concern for you.” he said, and you wanted to smack him across the face at the attitude.

“Might be, you got a Jedi on that farm too?” 

“No.” Owen replied. “I have no love for the jedi, they are vermin and I kill vermin on my farm.”

You began to search for any possible escape routes, heart pounding so hard you could hear it. Owen was going to sell you out.

“You protect your family,” she said, stepping forward and adjusting his vest. “I like that Owen.”

She leaned forward and looked him in the eyes.

“You think you can protect them from me?” she asked. 

When Owen said nothing, you almost cried in relief.

“Tell me where the Jedi is, or this man and his family die!” she shouted. You launched forward, but Obi-wan once again shoved you back against the wall.

“Damn it Ben,” you seethed, not even daring letting anyone of those monsters hear his real name right now. “She is threatening Luke!” you whispered.

“The Jedi are cowards! They abandoned you! And you do not need to protect them because they will not do the same for you.”  she shouted and looked at Owen. She stepped forward and hovered the blade right in front of his neck. You curled your fists, digging your nails into your palm as you watched Owen stand still, but his face showed fear.

You heard a hand slam down on a crate.

“Enough!”  the green man shouted. “If you remember anything, a reward will be given.” he told the crowd.

“Stand down Third sister.” the man warned, you watched her glare and held her blade up. “Now!”

She deactivated her saber and walked away, you waited until they were out of sight before you ripped Obi-wan's arm away and headed toward Owen. 

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“Yes, I'm fine.” he replied curtly.

“Owen,” you said as quietly as possible. “If I had sensed those people coming I would've told you not to come to town today, I'm so sorry.” you said, the apology sincere. Being able to sense people like that is a large reason you kept your connection to the force in the first place. Owen looked at you and nodded.

“I know.”

You heard Obi-wan come up behind you, his hand grazing your lower back as if you would slip away again.

“Thank you owen.” Obi-wan said, the farmer glared at him.

“I didn't do it for you.” he  said distastefully before walking off.

 You felt your heart hammer in your chest, if that went any worse and Owen Gave away you and Obi-wan's position you'd be dead right now. You felt bile at the back of your throat as you stepped away from the man behind you and threw up. You didn't want to think of the odd looks you were getting right now as Obi-wan pulled back your hair as you quite literally threw up the adrenaline and fear your body had created in the last ten minutes. Your hands trembled severely as you felt an overwhelming sense of doom fill you, you hadn't been that close to someone so dangerous since the purge and you were not reacting well to it.

 Tears began pricking your eyes as you spit on the ground, trying to rid your mouth from the gross taste.

“I cant breathe” you gritted out. “Need somewhere safe.” you gapsed, although your hyperventilating made the words sound choppy and was hard to understand.

You could hear Obi-wan's voice call out to you but you didn't understand what he was saying as your whole body began to tremble and blackspots dab the edge of your vision.

The last thing you remember was the feeling of your body falling forward.

🖾

When your eyes opened again, you felt like a speeder had run you over, your body stiff as you adjusted to the light. You recognized home quickly at the  feeling mattress under you, the smell of home and the desert calming your nerves. Using your arms you slowly dragged your body up into a sitting position and began to move your legs to stand up.

“You leave that bed and I will not hesitate to restrain you.” Obi-wan's voice said from behind you, turning around and you saw him hold a wet rag in his hands, coming to sit with you on your guys bed and wiped the cold rag across your head and you sighed at the slight shock against your hot skin, the surprise on your senses proving a nice distraction for a moment.

“You haven't had an attack like that in years.” Obi-wan murmed. “I never get used to them.”

“I'm sorry,” you cringed at the sound of your rough and raspy voice. “I'm so sorry” 

You were embarrassed at the way you reacted to everything, you always kept a front and tried to have those moments of sheer fear of your safety in private. Even after all these years there were times like today you felt like you were back in that temple.

“I thought Luke was going to  get hurt, and then I assumed Owen would rat us out and I just…”  you groaned in frustration. “I can usually keep them at bay until I'm alone. I don't know what happened.” Obi-wan put down the rag and pushed your hair away.

“They still happen?” he asked, a slight tone of disappointment jumped out at you.

You nodded.

“Not Often, like before.” you scratched the back of your neck. “ Now it's just once every few months at most.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” he said and you looked up at him.

“Because sometimes talking about it hurts more.” you admitted. “You of all people should know that.” you took a sip of water from your canteen, pleasantly surprised to see there was no taste of bile.

Did he brush your teeth while you were passed out?

“You're right,” Obi-wan said. “I do know, it's not fair of me to expect you to tell me when I hold myself back as well, I suppose.”

“Yeah well,” you shrugged. “Good thing I like you enough to excuse it.” you said, a small smirk twitching at your lips as Obi-wan rolled his eyes.

Obi-wan pulled you in and kissed you softly, chapped lips slotting perfectly against yours. Shuddering under his touch you wrapped arms around his neck dragging him closer. You went to grab the bottom of his shirt when you heard a loud beeping. You pulled away from him and looked around, searching for the source of the sound.

“What is that?” you asked, looking over at Obi-wan, concern growing when you saw his pale face. He quickly stood up and walked over to the table and pulled a small box from it. You watched in confusion as he clicked open the box and dug around, but soon quickly also paled at the sight of his jedi robes.

Which he kept in the same box he also kept the emergency holoprojector Bail Organa gave you both when he took Leia to Alderan. 

You scrambled out of bed and joined him at the table as he grabbed the holoprojector and answered.

“Senator Organa?” Obi-wan asked.

You saw Bail and Breha standing together, Bail's arm wrapped around his wife's shoulder as she cried.

“Obi-wan? Y/n?” he called out, “It's Leia…something has happened.” 

You and Obi-wan looked at eachother, your hand grabbing his bicep to ground yourself.

“What happened?” you asked, your anxiety from earlier quickly bubbling up.

“She's gone, we don't know who it was. There was no ransom, no leads but whoever they were, they knew where she would be. They…” Bail cleared his throat.. “They were waiting.”

“She needs you, both of you.” Breha begged. “We can't trust anyone else.”

You were about to respond, kriff you were about to pack a bag and hop on the nearest transport ship and head straight to Alderan but Obi-wan cut you off.

“What about the Senate?” he asked.

You turned and looked at him in disbelief.

“We cannot let this become public, it would draw too much attention.” Bail argued,

“Well what about a guard, or-or a bounty hunter?” 

“Obi-wan!” you gasped at your husband, how is he not freaking out about this and being so dismissive.

“Only you two know how important she really is, if she is discovered…” the senator trailed off.

“We cannot leave here, Bail.” Obi-wan said. “Our duty is to the boy.”

“What about your duty to his sister?” Bail spat, but Obi-wan shook his head.

“It's been ten years, I'm not who I used to be.” he explained, and you watched the couple's faces fall. “Find someone else.”

You snatched the projector off the table and held it tight in your hands, Obi-wan looked over at you in surprise. You stepped away when Obi-wan took a step toward you and you backed away faster.

“Stay here!” you snapped. “I can't even-” you didn't bother to finish your sentence as you quickly left the cave, walking far enough so Obi-wan couldnt hear you.

“Bail, get any information about what happened and get on the soonest ship to Tatooine, I can try my best to convince him but the man is so stubborn I'm sure I'll need you too.” you demanded. “Even then if he doesn't agree to go then I'll go by myself.”

Bail nodded in response.

“Don't worry you two. if it's the last thing I do, I'll bring Leia home.” you comforted, tone softer. “I'll see you soon Bail.” and with that you hung up the call.

You sighed and rubbed your face, not excited for the argument that was about to start as soon as you stepped back into the cave. 

You put the holoprojector in your pocket and made your way back.

When you stepped into the cave you saw Obi-wan still standing at the table, his arms crossed and looking ahead, angry and worried at the same

“You are being too reckless you know we ca-”

“What was that?” you interrupted, not caring for what he had to say. “The senate? A Bounty hunter!? That little girl is practically our niece and you want some random person to go save her?”

“We cannot leave the boy here alone.” 

You glared. “He's not alone and you know that but Leia? She is, and whoever has her could kill her! I know we both think Luke could be force sensitive but what if Leia is too? She's just as important!”

“Do you think I don't know that?” Obi-wan snapped.

“From how you're acting? No I don't!” you exclaimed. “If you're worried about the inquisitors being here then i'll gladly turn myself in to get them to leave this planet if that will give you the incentive to go get her.” you mouth tumbling out the harsh words faster than you can think.

Although you quickly regretted the words when you saw the look of hurt on the man's face, you still continued on.

“What did we agree on when we decided to come here in the first place?” you asked. “For them, not just Luke and not just Leia. protect both of them.”

Obi-wan stayed silent and avoided your gaze.

You grabbed your shawl from the hook on the wall and slid it on.

“Just…sleep on it.” you suggested. “I'm going to go on a walk.” you both needed space from one other.

“I love you.” you called out softly as you left.

~~~~

Neither of you said a word to each other, you watched him leave for work silently. Sitting on the bed, your head rested against your raised knees as you thought about Leia. She had looked so much like her mother when she was first born you wondered if she continued to look like her or even act like her.

You didn't move much that day, your body almost stuck in the position well into the evening, until one of two suns began to descend into the sky and the security system went off. You sat up straight as you saw a shadow grow closer and reached under your pillow grabbing your Vibroblade. A hooded man walked in, and you stood up. Your garud high as you stepped forward.

“Bail?” you called out, the man turned to you and pulled down his hood. You smiled at the sight. Greyer hair and more weight on his form but still Bail Organa.

“Master Y/n.” he said, you raised a brow at the old title.

“Please,” you chuckled lightly, walking up to him. “That is a meaningless name now, y/n is fine.”

Bail shook your hand, his grip tense and clammy. You frowned at the anxious show of the usually level-head man.

“Have you spoken to him?” he asked.

“Yes, last night's discussion was very…unproductive I must say.” you looked at the watch on your wrist. “But Obi-wan should be home soon, I'm hoping you'll have a better chance with him. You're much more coherent with your words than I am.”

“I'm sure you did fine, you were always too hard on yourself dear friend.”

You laughed.

“Yeah well, thankfully I was better with A lightsaber than with politics.”

“You should have not come.” Obi-wan's voice announced.

You and Bail turned around, to see Obi-wan walking in. He gave a stare that screamed ‘Really?’

“She's heading to Daiyu,” Bail started. “They hid their signature behind a freight transport, the ship is on its way there now.”

“I can't.” Obi-wan sighed.

“She's my daughter Obi-wan”Bail begged

“I'm not the man you remember.”

“Well you're going to have to be!” Bail shouted. 

“I can't leave the boy Bail!” Obi-wan argued, his gloves hand clenched at his side.

“This isn't about the boy and you know it!” Bail rubbed his forehead, soothing a worry line. “You've made mistakes, we all did. It's in the past…move on and be done with it.” he looked at Obi-wan.“You couldn't save Anakin, but you could save her.”

You watched the conversation anxiously, is that why he was scared? Did he think he'd fail?

You hoped not, or else that argument the night before was going to make you look like a jerk.

“And what if I can't?” Obi-wan asked desperately, pain and insecurity woven into the features of his face.

“There is no one I trust more with my child than you two. So please old friend, one more fight for her.”

Obi-wan stayed silent for a long time, you and Bial stood there patiently waiting for his answer.

“Okay… I'll do it.” he finally relented.

You smiled in relief at that, happy you didn't have to sneak off from him in the middle of the night. You glanced over at Bail and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to give him comfort.

“Go home, go to work like normal and tell no one our names or anything like that . The more kept under wraps the easier on everyone.”

“Whatever you say,” Bail agreed. “Just bring home my daughter.”

You gave him a determined nod watching Obi-wan shake his hand before he pulled back up his hood and leave.

You and Obi-wan both turned to each other, you looked down and cleared your throat thinking about what to say.

“I'm sorry- the two of you spoke at the same time, you chuckled when Obi-wan gestured for you to do first.

“I'm scared too.” you confessed. “No, actually I'm terrified of failing someone who needs my protection like I did back at the temple.” you laughed bitterly as you placed a hand on your chest. “But I can't live with another child's death on my hands, not when I could do something about it” you said, voice wobbling with emotion, Obi-wan frowned and grabbed your hand. “And I know you don't feel like you could be that person to help her after what has happened, but I know you can.”  you wiped your eyes with your free hand. “We couldn't save Anakin or Padme, but we can help her and I think we owe that to them.”

 “I'm sorry,” Obi-wan pulled you in. “You're right.”

You shoved your face into his chest.

“I'm sorry too.”

🖾

Your boots pounded into the packed sand of the town as you made your way to the transportation station, your hands constantly fidgeting your side to make sure the long v shaped bodice over your shirt crossed over your chest, long fabric draping over your hips and covered your recently retrieved lightsaber strapped to a harness on your thigh.

You felt like yourself again like this, the lightsaber at your disposal and with the former general at your side to the point You almost began to expect people to call you commander again.

You had been a commander with Ahsoka Tano during the war, often working with Obi-wan and his battalion on his flagship when you weren't on Coruscant.

You missed lwhen your biggest issue was hunting down General Grievous and protecting high profile senators.

You were too far in your own thoughts. You didn't notice Obi-wan stop in front of check in, your body slamming into his back and forehead hitting the hard muscle.

“Dank Farrik.” you said, as you stepped over and looked up at the taller man who started down at the ticket in his hand. Hesitance  was radiating  off of him and your hand laced with his and you gave an encouraging squeeze.

“Well?” the worker impatiently asked. “Are you coming or not?”

He looked down at you and you nodded.

“We can do this,'' you soothed, walking up to the worker and handing her your ticket while Obi-wan followed behind you with your hand intertwined with his, only letting go when you were on the other side waiting for the worker to hand him back his ticket.

The warm metal on your finger gives a stark reminder of how your present self was going right back into the life of someone you haven't been for long you thought that part of you left in the grains of sand ten years ago.

Or maybe, you thought for a moment.

That person never left.

Taglist:

@graciexmarvel​

[shivunin]

👻 oc horror tropes👻

Tagged by @idolsgf to put my ocs in this uquiz. Thanks for the tag! I love horror and I loved this c: Canon trio are first, the others (and tags) are under the cut

Arianwen: The Monster (absolutely dead on)

it was not your fault---at first, at least. you cannot help being the way you are. and even if you could, would you choose to change? they met you with torches raised and screaming mouths, the only choice you had was to flee. but you will not stay away forever. they whisper your name in fear, and you will make sure you hurt them just as much as they hurt you.

Maria: The Haunted House (this is because I picked the Hill House quote, isn't it? regardless, she would love this actually. her bones are a home?? that is immortality, actually)

decrepit and falling apart at the seams; time has not been kind to you, has it? termites have nestled in your bones, and stray cats find comfort in your sinews. you may be victim to time and erosion, but your abandoned corpse remains a refuge for unwanted things. vermin and ghosts thank you. what greater kindness can there be than offering shelter?

Emmaera: The Final Girl (T.T yeah)

you're very tired, aren't you? thrashing and fighting and trying to survive– it has taken its toll, but that has not stopped you. you'll continue to gnaw and scream and bare teeth until you can free yourself from this mess, even if it means being the last one left. there is rest at the end of this hard battle, i promise you. there is a time when the fight will be over– but fighting is all you know, isn't it?

Elowen: The Sacrifice (....yeah, that's certainly how she sees herself)

a knife to your back is your first memory– it will also be your last. you cannot help but let things into your heart, such is your nature. time and time again, however, they hurt you and leave you to rot. but your heart remains open, and you continue to let more in. is it kindness, at that point, or is it sacrifice?

Salshira: The Lover (I...actually am not convinced about this one, but I think she defies categorization. 4/5 ain't bad)

love has brought you to this place, and it will not let you leave. fear clutches you, constricts you, and it will have you killed– and yet, it is still no match for the bounty of your heart. you will try as hard as you can to protect the object of your affections. evil is nothing in the face of your warmth. even if you are successful in protecting your lover, that does not guarantee your own survival. your heart has doomed you, but what greater death is there than dying for love?

Tagging: @star--nymph @scribbledquillz (when you get back, no pressure c:) @ndostairlyrium and anyone else who is into horror/likes these uquizzes/ and/or feels like it!

[mothheart]

OCs as Horror Tropes

Tagged by @aikavasmanylives, thank you :") this was fun to do. Gonna throw them under a readmore so I don't clog the dash. Tagging @afarcry5fromstraight , @bunnymacjones & @nowhere302 ! And here's a link for the quiz:

Jasper - the sacrifice

a knife to your back is your first memory– it will also be your last. you cannot help but let things into your heart, such is your nature. time and time again, however, they hurt you and leave you to rot. but your heart remains open, and you continue to let more in. is it kindness, at that point, or is it sacrifice?

(Pounding my fists against a wall and weeping bc this is incredibly accurate for him.)

Solas - the monster

it was not your fault– at first, at least. you can not help being the way you are. and even if you could, would you choose to change? they met you with torches raised and screaming mouths, the only choice you had was to flee. but you will not stay away forever. they whisper your name in fear, and you will make sure you hurt them just as much as they hurt you.

Nova - the lover

love has brought you to this place, and it will not let you leave. fear clutches you, constricts you, and it will have you killed– and yet, it is still no match for the bounty of your heart. you will try as hard as you can to protect the object of your affections. evil is nothing in the face of your warmth. even if you are successful in protecting your lover, that does not guarantee your own survival. your heart has doomed you, but what greater death is there than dying for love?

(My darling Nova.... very accurate, again.)

Ghost - the ghost (haha. go figure.)

death is not the end for everyone. it certainly was not the end for you. something within you tethers you here, like a heavy chain, and keeps you from well-deserved rest. love, rage, hunger, fear– do you even remember what it was? you wander here, awake, and your body lies below, asleep. maybe someone will find your disturbed grave and grant you a proper ending.

Mason - the haunted house

decrepit and falling apart at the seams; time has not been kind to you, has it? termites have nestled in your bones, and stray cats find comfort in your sinews. you may be victim to time and erosion, but your abandoned corpse remains a refuge for unwanted things. vermin and ghosts thank you. what greater kindness can there be than offering shelter?

Isaac - the killer

was there ever a choice? maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you. you surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. you are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat. maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt, and allow you to finally rest.

[tigo]

Sims Tag

tagged by - @theageofsims thanks (Apologies for the delay in responding)

What’s your favourite sims death?

-  I don't have a favorite death in The Sims. Instead, in my save file, I play with the Grim Reaper and some other hidden characters in the same haunted hotel.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

- I prefer Maxis Match only. I don't like alpha-style content. I enjoy the cartoonish style of The Sims 4 and I don't find realistic content appealing.

Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

-  I don't usually do that because I don't really care much about their weight gain. I have Sims that I've had for over 8 years in the same save file, and I haven't changed them when they gained weight.

Do you use move objects?

-  Always, I can't live without it.

Favorite mod?

- Home Region by Kuttoe, 

First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

- Definitely Get to Work, whenever it was released in the past, I would quickly get it.

Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

- Since English is not my primary language, this word rarely comes out of my mouth, but I have used it a few times, and it was in games.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

- Lee Tiger,  He has been with me since The Sims 2.

Have you made a simself?

-  I have always created myself in the game, since The Sims.

What sim traits do you give yourself?

-  Creative, music lover and foodie.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

- Black

Favorite life stage? 

- Adult

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

- A little bit of both, but it ends up working this way. I create or renovate a lot, whether it's residential or commercial, with the habitants/visitors in mind, and then I enter gameplay for testing. I stick to this system most of the time.

Are you a CC creator?

- I'm not "the creator," but I have some tattoos that I created myself, and I have been creating them for Sims since The Sims 2. Now, with The Sims 4, I decided to make them available for download.

Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

- I don't have any, only followers and people I follow, but I consider them virtual friends, like acquaintances.

What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

-  Currently, I play The Sims 4, but I also feel lazy and have the desire to play The Sims 3.

Do you have any sims merch?

- hm, no

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

- no

How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

-  These days, I spend a lot of time playing and building cities, using tools like the TOOL mod, and populating them with residents.

What’s your Origin ID?

- tigoweiler

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

- I love 20thC Plumbob, rebuilding the game maps and making them beautiful was incredible.

How long have you had a simblr?

-  Wow, it's been quite a while. I always get confused with my other blog, but I must have had this one since 2018?

How do you edit your pictures? 

- Photoshop.

What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

-  I would really like something futuristic or something different and not the famous Star Wars. Judge me if you want, but I'm a fan of both.

What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

-  I really like the Vampire expansion; it's one of my favorites. I have a save file dedicated to playing with occults, and vampires are the majority in that save.

I'll tag  ANYONE ELSE who sees this that would like to answer, please feel free.

[chicken-fifi]

Ghosty Boy Makes a Move

Description: It's Valentine's Day and our good ol' Ghosty Boy decides to shoot his shot... Even if he is a ghost he can love too

Word Count: 742 words

Warnings: ghost, rejection, unrequited love, (I KNOW IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY BUT THIS IS NOT A HAPPY ONE)

Tagging: @septicrebel

Masterlist

It had t be today. There was no backing out now. Not after that constant chickening out he’d been doing since Christmas. From day one he knew you would be an interesting character to share a home with - and he was right. Yes, he might’ve frightened you a little bit that one fateful day back in October when you caught him playing the piano, and he was probably also a little more annoying while you were preparing for Christmas, hosting your parents and those wretched uncles of yours who he was totally not scaring after they retired to their rooms.

Not like they didn’t deserve to have the shit scared out of them - they had it coming after they insulted you for refusing to sell the estate or at least give them some share of what you inherited. Although you didn’t hesitate to put him in his place the moment everyone had left the large homey estate two days into the new year.

But anyways, the point gets across. A lot has happened since you two first officially met. And he couldn’t deny that even though he was a ghost and should be void of any feelings - especially towards a living breathing human being - he had developed a very strong attachment to you. One that might be against any and every rule of the living. But he was gonna do it. He was gonna do it today. Even if it killed him…killed him more that is.

~~~

“Younghyun!” you called out from the kitchen. “Younghyun you better come over and explain this mess right now!”

Once again, denoting the fact that he should be the one striking fear into your heart, you struck fear into his apparition form. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to make something for you to eat when he didn’t have a continual energy coursing through him that was strong enough to move physical objects.

He appeared in the kitchen avoiding your gaze as you stood in front of the stove, hands on your hips as you watched him appear before you. Your delicately painted finger wagged in front of his face as it began pointing at eh many things that were in disarray in the kitchen. 

“I was gone for two days and come back to this,” you asked, clearly tired from the business trip you were forced to take out of town. “You can’t even eat food, Brian!”

He stared at the floor, not having the guts to meet your gaze. It would be now or never…at least to explain why he’d made a mess but not what that mess was supposed to be or mean. 

“I wanted to make you dinner…to welcome you back home,” he eventually said raising his eyes to meet yours. “And as a way to show how much I care about you.”

The second phrase he’d said slipped from his lips before he could stop it. He closed his eyes realizing maybe he shouldn’t have said that after seeing how you froze and your arms dropped now resting at your sides. Well, there was no going back now, so he might as well just let it all out. And if you hated him, so be it - he could just go and haunt the treehouse in the backyard until you two made up.

~~~

Younghyun’s words echoed through your brain as he kept speaking before he stopped floating until he was right before you.

“Please don’t leave just because I said that. I’m sorry if I-”

You cut him off with a sigh, closing your eyes as you took a breath to ground yourself. Anyone would need a breath to ground themselves after having their ghost housemate confess to them.

“Do you know what you’re saying right now Younghyun?” You took note of the way his shoulders dropped, dejected. “I care for you too but not like this - like that.”

You could swear you heard the shattering of a heart - your own as you said those words because you knew this couldn’t be. 

“Just forget I said anything,” he muttered quietly, avoiding your gaze. “Forget I said anything at all and that I exist.”

“Younghyun, I-”

Before you could finish your sentence, he vanished without a trace. You let out another sigh feeling alone for the first time in the vast house in months. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you decided to take your frustrations out on the kitchen - it needed cleaning anyway.

[nenyabusiness]

8 TV Shows

Tagged by @marimosalad and @iamstartraveller776 , thank you guys!

Rules: list eight TV shows for your followers to get to know you better

Rings of Power is a given, so I’m going to go outside the box here. Some of these shows aren’t The Best Shows Ever when it comes to objective quality, but I’ve chosen them because they’re important to me personally. I mean, getting to know me better was the point, right? Here we go.

-        Attack on Titan

I 19 when Attack on Titan was released, and I had left my anime phase behind me. I was out and done and free, but then one of my best friends told me that there was this show I had to check out. I said no. He insisted. I said no. I went over to his house, he put on the show, he literally grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the couch and said “I AM NOT GETTING OBSESSED WITH THIS ALONE”, and that was it. The soundtrack hit me like a punch in the gut, and just like that, I was into anime again. I have yet to see a first episode of any show in any genre that hits you as hard as Attack on Titan. The premise (what if there were giants outside of our safe realm that are just a couple of really tall walls away from annihilating the human race?) is an odd one, but it quickly develops into something way deeper; exploring trauma, corruption, and how there is no “good” side in a war. No one is safe is safe in this show, and you will cry. Music is always important to me, and holy hell, some of the soundtracks of AoT always, and I mean always, give me literal goosebumps. It’s also special to me because I still watch every new episode with that same friend who forced me to watch the first one. It’s been ten years, we’re now reaching our 30s, but we still watch this show together.

-        Jessica Jones

Season 1, to be specific. This one goes on the list because it has one of the most terrifying villains I’ve ever seen. Jessica Jones, an alcoholic wreck (and a trauma-survivor, as we later find out), is a private investigator with superpowers: strength and fast healing. Does she use these superpowers for good? No. She doesn’t want to be a hero. When our antagonist Kilgrave (played by David Tennant, my beloved), shows up in town, she’s forced to face the life she’s tried so hard to leave behind. Kilgrave has the power of mind control, which means that if he tells you to do something, you will do it, even if the act harms yourself or those you love. It’s a terrifying power, and he’s so damn good at using it. Even when we reach the end of the season, you’re still not sure if the good guys are going to win. Even at his lowest, Kilgrave always feels so… invincible. The final showdown between him and Jessica still sends shivers down my spine when I think about it. That final moment of their last interaction haunts me and makes me want to improve my own writing so I can one day create something that hits that hard.

-        Love Between Fairy and Devil

Now we’re heading into C-drama. The premise is silly—the “devil”, a powerful demon who once conquered the entire world of the realm of the gods, is accidentally freed by a weak little fairy after centuries of imprisonment. Here’s when the delightful Enemies to Lovers aspect kicks in: they end up bound to each other in a way that links her mental and physical health to him. If she gets hurt, he gets hurt, which forces this infamously powerful conqueror to become a protector of a innocent little cinnamon roll of a fairy in order to protect himself. Neither of them is happy about this at all, but since this is an ETL, that’s obviously followed by an “at first”. The development of their relationship is sweet, surprisingly deep, and has the perfect pacing. The soundtrack is amazing, which is always an important aspect to me. This one makes the list because if I were to write an original ETL story, this is the kind of relationship development I would like to achieve. It’s perfect.

-        The Good Place  

One of my go-to shows when I want to watch something that I know will make me laugh. Elanor, our protagonist, is a terrible person, and when she dies, she ends up in heaven “by accident”. As the story develops, it turns out that nothing is what it seems, and suddenly you’re evaluating ethical dilemmas and learning Socrates’ theories and you’re enjoying it. It’s an ensemble show, and the characters are absolutely ridiculous but so damn lovable. The show also makes you think. You’re forced to think about your own morality, and reflect on your own worldview and the kind of ethics you apply to it. This show is pretty crazy that way. Hilarious and deep as fuck.

-        Arcane

When people say “no League of Legends show had any business being this good”, they’re 100% right. The animation is gorgeous and can be analyzed for days because of all the symbolism. It’s an ensemble show, and the characters have so many layers that it’s impossible to decide whether they’re good or bad. They’re all different nuances of gray, with their own agendas and easily understandable motivations for everything they do. If you started watching it but never made it past the time skip, then for the love of god, go back. You need to see this plot unravel. (Great music. Always important for me.)

-        Brooklyn 99

Another feelgood, go-to show for me. It always makes me laugh. In this case, I think it’s also worth mentioning that we have a canonically gay, black character who is not defined by that whatsoever. It has obviously affected his life, but when you think of Captain Holt, the first thought that pops up is not his sexuality. He’s the perfect example of a well-written LGBTQ+ character, and for me, a bisexual woman, this is obviously important. We need more characters like Captain Holt (and later Rosa, who comes out as bisexual). This is what good representation looks like.

-        Game of Thrones

I don’t know if it even needs saying, but I’m obviously talking about the seasons that still followed GRRM’s plotline from the books. This show, in the beginning, had a similar appeal as Attack on Titan. No character is good or bad (except some outliers that fall pretty irredeemably on the evil spectrum), and no one is safe. I’d say this might be the first grim-dark high fantasy to ever manage to break out of the nerds-only space, and it left a permanent mark on pop culture as a whole. I remember running out of episodes around the Red Wedding, so I obviously ran straight to the books, even though I generally don’t have the patience for high fantasy. (BOOK CERSEI APOLOGIST FOREVER).  Something that makes this show special for me is that I watched it with my dad. It was our thing, and it still makes me happy to think about how we used to make room in our daily lives just to make sure we could watch the show together. Also, the soundtrack is out of this world. “The Light of the Seven” is, in my opinion, Ramin Djawadi’s greatest piece of work (though it does share that first place with the Westworld version of “Paint it Black”).

-        Death Note

Let’s open at the close with another anime. When I first watched Death Note, I was too young to understand half of it (English is my second language), but I still fell in love with it. I mean… it’s Death Note. You can’t compare it to any other show. The premise (what would you do if you found a notebook that killed anyone whose name was written in it?) is almost as bizarre as Attack on Titan’s, but it’s intriguing right from the start. I, like most people, obviously fell for the dynamic between Light and L; the genius high school student who decides to use the book to rid the world of evil, and L, the genius detective who’s taken on the task of trying to stop a mass-murderer who is clearly not playing by the rules of mere mortals. Most people consider Walter White as the perfect example of an anti-hero (a protagonist with villainous character traits), but he’s no Yagami Light. The show makes us root for this guy, and for L. Their war of intellect is insanely fascinating to watch, and it constantly makes you go, “yeah, this show is smarter than me”. If you haven’t seen this anime, watch it. The mental battles between these two geniuses seriously get your adrenaline pumping. To this day, people are still discussing what this show was actually about. Ethics? The social issues of Japan? The consequences of hubris? You can rewatch it and reach a completely different conclusion from your first watch, and then rewatch it again and see a new point of view. Oh, and the music is good. Obviously. (DO NOT WATCH THE NETFLIX ADAPTATION. THEY MISUNDERSTOOD THE ENTIRE PREMISE AND FUCKED IT UP. DO NOT WATCH IT. DO NOT WATCH IT.)

Thank you for tagging me (and sorry guys for being slow to respond, I had to think about this one).

Since I procrastinated and everyone seems to have done this one already, I’m going to do my usual lazy tag: if you want to do it, you’re tagged.

[ivycopur]

ty for the tag @simmer-until-tender!!

1. what’s your favorite sims death?

death by fright is fun with how it can escalate, ghosts killing people to create more ghosts killing more people... i enjoy the chaos of a very haunted house 😈

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

i lean more maxis match these days but i don't have a strict aesthetic

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

i assume this is more about ts4, i hardly ever see sims gain weight in ts2. but in either case nah

4. Do you use move objects?

of course, i'm not much of a builder tho

5. Favorite mod?

hmmmm there's soooo many i consider essential but if i had to play with just one mod i guess it would be the sim blender

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

ts2 university! and it's still a fave, i love playing dorms

7.  Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

i always assumed it was like aLIVE until the behind the sims summit which was the first time i actually heard someone from EA say it out loud lmao. ive tried to adjust to say LIVing but it still sounds wrong

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

im gonna go with Clementine Bosden, the C heir of an alphabet legacy i attempted in 2011 (which got nowhere near Z, lol). she's a family sim with 1 nice point which is a hilarious combination to me. pictured here raging in the park for some reason & cheating at chess with her wife (an aged-up Chloe Gonzaga). ahhhh digging up these screenshots makes me wanna pick that hood back up again....

9.  Have you made a simself?

the last one i made was in 2016 when i had an undercut... not terribly accurate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. What sims traits do you give yourself?

using TS3 traits... Vegetarian, Computer Whiz, Brooding, Loves the Outdoors, Animal Lover

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

again i assume this is more about ts4. but i am a fan of the various ts2 rainbow mohawks

12. Favorite EA hair?

it's basic but i've used the french braid hair a lot

13. Favorite life stage?

the younger stages are cute but it's gotta be adults, that's where the most gameplay is at

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the game play?

building is a STRUGGLE for me, im here for the gameplay. although lately i've spent more time reading about how the game works & poking around in simpe than actually playing haha

15. Are you a CC creator?

nah, i've messed around a little with texture edits but im more interested in making mods than CC

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sims squad?

me n my gf play sims together a lot but besides that not really

17. What’s your favorite game (1,2,3,4)?

ts2!!!

18. Do you have any sims merch?

i have some sims themed stickers from redbubble...

19. Do you have a youtube for sims?

well i have a sub-account on my youtube just for all the sims youtubers i subscribe to so i can keep up with them without it all being mixed in with all my other subscriptions on my main account. but no i don't make sims videos myself. i do like to imagine the sims video essays i would make if i had a infinite time to spend on that sort of thing but i doubt i ever will 😅

20. How has your “sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

my MO is usually to start with one sim, have a bunch of kids & then a bunch of grandkids, get overwhelmed by the number of sims i'm managing & then abandon the family. but now i'm setting up an uberhood to play with LD's story progression and im very excited to see how it goes when i can just focus on one household and let everyone live their lives without me :)

21. What’s your origin ID?

it's simbly but there's nothing on there

22. Who’s your favorite cc creator?

tbh i've been avoiding going down the cc rabbithole for now... i have a ton of stuff bookmarked to check out later but idk what i'll end up using.... i'm picky about keeping my files organized and wrangling my huge mods folder has been enough of a headache, the amount of cc out there is even more overwhelming >.<

23. How long have you had a simblr?

only since fall 2022, ive been on tumblr since 2013 but this account is pretty new, i'm just getting back into the sims after not playing for a long time!

24. How do you edit your pictures?

photoshop babey

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

OpenTS2😭😭🙏🙏

[amatres]

OC Horror Tropes Tag

rules: take this uquiz and post the results

tagged by @demandthedoodles thank you! also the results i got was very funny to me lmao. under cut for the length. I don't tag anyone outright but feel free to take this a tag for yourself if you want!

Surana: the lover love has brought you to this place, and it will not let you leave. fear clutches you, constricts you, and it will have you killed– and yet, it is still no match for the bounty of your heart. you will try as hard as you can to protect the object of your affections. evil is nothing in the face of your warmth. even if you are successful in protecting your lover, that does not guarantee your own survival. your heart has doomed you, but what greater death is there than dying for love?

Allyn: Your Result: the haunted house decrepit and falling apart at the seams; time has not been kind to you, has it? termites have nestled in your bones, and stray cats find comfort in your sinews. you may be victim to time and erosion, but your abandoned corpse remains a refuge for unwanted things. vermin and ghosts thank you. what greater kindness can there be than offering shelter?

Evie: the monster it was not your fault– at first, at least. you can not help being the way you are. and even if you could, would you choose to change? they met you with torches raised and screaming mouths, the only choice you had was to flee. but you will not stay away forever. they whisper your name in fear, and you will make sure you hurt them just as much as they hurt you.

Gwynn: the sacrifice a knife to your back is your first memory��� it will also be your last. you cannot help but let things into your heart, such is your nature. time and time again, however, they hurt you and leave you to rot. but your heart remains open, and you continue to let more in. is it kindness, at that point, or is it sacrifice?

Aurora: the ghost death is not the end for everyone. it certainly was not the end for you. something within you tethers you here, like a heavy chain, and keeps you from well-deserved rest. love, rage, hunger, fear– do you even remember what it was? you wander here, awake, and your body lies below, asleep. maybe someone will find your disturbed grave and grant you a proper ending.

Layla: the killer was there ever a choice? maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you. you surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. you are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat. maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt, and allow you to finally rest.

[wlwreader]

Dancing with the Devil

A/N: Just a little preamble before you start reading. This Natalia is pretty different in the way she treats reader in this fic compared to my other fic for a few reasons(Devil’s Advocate. Not a necessary read for this one, but if you enjoy this fic you’ll definitely enjoy that one) I had kind of come up with like I guess my own little world. So I considered the black box+collar from my other fic to be a marriage proposal of sorts. You’re pretty much her soulmate, in that you’re souls are bound in a way after you’ve put the collar on. Yes in my world succubi and incubi can only take one mate, so you’re her personal juice box for eternity and she’s allowed to feel some type of way

Summary: You’re back where you belong.

Warning: Somnophilia, Dacryphilia, Voyeurism if you like squint real hard, Overstimulation, Ruined Orgasm, Oral Fixation again if you squint but not as hard, Kitten/Pet and Mistress calling, oh and uh Tail Fucking

WC: 5.2K+

Pairing: Succubus!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Days pass in a blur after that night, Natalia having burrowed her way into your every thought, forcing you to continue your life on autopilot. Even in your dreams she haunts you, mind plagued with visions of gleaming red eyes and that devilish grin that always sends your pulse racing (for reasons you refuse to admit to yourself). You try desperately to convince yourself that there has to be a reason she won’t leave your mind, that she must’ve put some kind of hex on you or maybe it’s some lingering effect from being railed by a succubus, anything other than you wanting her. You can’t want her, not when the only way you’ll ever be able to see her again is becoming some sort of sex slave...forever. In any other context, being someone’s fuck toy for the rest of your life would be nice, might even be considered ideal, not having to worry about your financial state and the promise of good sex. But forever with an immortal being? There’s really only one way for you to interpret that and eternity is a terribly long time to be someone’s personal plaything...right?

You shouldn’t even have to try to convince yourself that it’s something you don’t want. No matter how sinfully good she is with her mouth or how she seems to know all the right angles to hit just the right spot that leaves your toes curling and your eyes rolling towards the back of your head or how-

You flop back onto your bed with a groan, trying to stop that train of thought from progressing any further before you’re doomed imagining all the things you want Natalia to do to you for the rest of the night. A sigh slips past your lips as you roll on your side, ready to force yourself to fall asleep, when your gaze lands on the small black box that still rests on your bedside table and all your dirty thoughts come rushing back to the forefront of your mind, followed by a faint throbbing between your legs.

A hand trails subconsciously down to the apex of your thighs, eyes falling shut when you find your slit, slick with want. Your mind wanders from scene to scene, each wildly different from the last, but all of them featuring Natalia. Your breath slips past your lips in soft pants as you circle your clit, free hand tracing a path up your abdomen to grope your breast for a moment before you’re tweaking your nipple, back arching with a quiet moan.

Your fingers dip down, sinking into your leaking hole, when you hear a shuffling noise followed by a soft click. Immediately, you freeze, eyes wide as you sit up and scan your dimly lit room. No one...not a person or creature in sight. The windows are closed and still looked to be locked after squinting through the darkness of your bedroom for a long second and your door doesn’t seem to have been opened. You look around your room again, hand reaching out in the dark for any kind of semi-heavy object you could use as a potential weapon, when it meets the now open top of the box sitting on your nightstand.

Was she here now? Watching you? Have you been on her mind just as much as she’s been on yours?

A shiver runs up your spine, a smile teasing the corners of your mouth at the thought as you sweep one last look around your quiet bedroom. You reach for the lamp on your bedside table, turning it on while you eye the lacy black collar proudly on display resting inside the box before gently scooping it out, the small bell attached to the front ringing and clinking against the name tag. Your fingers trace over the red stitching lining the top and bottom, then down to tug on the matching red bow and around the back to undo the small ribbon that ties the two ends together.

You pause for a brief moment, reconsidering, but the throbbing of your clit is far louder than that little voice of reason trying desperately to coax you back to thinking clearly and so without any further hesitation, you wrap the collar around your neck and secure it in place. 

The silence of your bedroom is almost deafening as you wait...and wait…..and wait, til the ache that’s taken home between your legs expands, enveloping you whole.

The bell on your collar rings with your movements as you lay back, the sound muffled by the thrumming of your heart pounding in your ears. You ignore your hurt feelings (whatever feelings those may be) and focus on the wetness that’s gathered at the apex of your thighs, fingers fucking into yourself long into the night until you fall asleep, your hand tucked into your bottoms and the collar still resting around your throat.

Your dreams are more vivid than usual, almost as if replaying the memories and sensations of your night with Natalia. Images of her head buried between your legs, the vague feeling of hands gripping your hips, soft hair tickling the insides of your thighs and the warmth of a mouth teasing your slit has you squirming in your sleep. 

The throbbing of your clit slowly lulls you awake, the feeling of fingers pushing into your heat pulling a shaky, high-pitched whine from your lips while your hands subconsciously reach down to tangle in soft waves (your fingers brushing against something famillarily ridged and curved has your heart fluttering happily) and pull that heavenly mouth back towards your clit. 

A tittering laugh has you finally dragging your eyes open and you’re blessed with a view of a grinning Natalia, pointed teeth on display and her crimson eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Did you miss me, kitten?” The words come out low and muffled, Natalia not waiting for an answer as she presses her face back in towards your cunt and dragging one of her fangs gently across your clit.

Your back arches, bell on your collar jingling softly as you throw your head back into the pillows beneath you, an intense orgasm rushing through you without warning, your clit unexpectedly sensitive. Fuck...just how long has she been buried between your legs before you were dragged from your dreams?

Muscles relaxing, you land on the soft black silken sheets with a blissful sigh, her husky chuckle ringing pleasantly in your ears. Your hands fall away as Natalia trails burning kisses across the insides of your thighs, her breath cooling your slick and sweat covered skin when she speaks, “It’s about time you woke up, pet.”, her lips continue their path, bruises slowly blooming beneath her touch as she sucks and nips along your hips, up your stomach to trace the shape of your breasts before she mouths at the stiffened peaks, teeth capturing your nipple and tugging. Air hisses out past your lips as her fangs dig into your sensitive skin, your hands finding her fiery hair again. The onslaught of kisses continues up your throat until she pulls you into a heated kiss, her tongue slipping past your lips and you can’t help the whimper you let out when you taste yourself.

Natalia pulls back, air fanning across your face from her huff of quiet laughter as you chase her lips, eyes still closed. When you meet her gaze you’re almost shocked to see how vibrant the red of her irises are, as if they’re almost glowing, until your gaze sweeps up to admire her obsidian like horns, reminding yourself that she’s a succubus and she IS feeding off of your sexual energy. For the first time, you wonder what kind of power she holds.

She shifts to straddle you, the feeling of her hot, dripping cunt resting against your stomach pulling you out of your thoughts. Your hands reach out to grip her bare thighs, but a raise of her eyebrow has you dropping them uselessly at your sides as you’re reminded who’s in charge. She shifts again, hips subtly rolling with a breathy sigh falling from her mouth before speaking, “Although I can’t really complain about you sleeping so long. Not when you taste so…”, she pauses, tongue snaking out to drag across her plush lips, “Devine.” she practically purrs, eyes hooded while the corner of her mouth pulls up into that devilish smirk that has your pussy clenching.

Natalia’s hips rock down again, dragging her clit across your stomach before she leans back, hands braced above your knees as she starts grinding down in earnest, eyes falling shut. You’re enraptured by the sight, eyes flitting from her beautiful face, delicate features scrunched in pleasure; down to her heaving chest, perky breasts and pebbled nipples prominently on display. Slowly, your gaze falls further down along her body, taking in every inch of smooth flawless skin and soft curves, your mind consumed by thoughts of how utterly perfect she is, as if she were sculpted by god themself, before your eyes land on the trail of slick coating your stomach and Natalia’s puffy, leaking cunt while her hips continue to rock against you. You can practically feel your mouth water at the sight, an involuntary whine slipping past your lips as you realize just how much you crave to finally taste her, to please her.

Her breathy laugh has your eyes shooting back up to meet her vivid crimson stare, cocky smile on display when she teases you,

“What is it kitten? Are you not enjoying the view?” 

You can’t stop the heat shooting to your face as you try to remember how to actually speak, mouth moving before your brain can form an actual sentence and tripping you up on your words. She laughs again at your stammering, clearly amused by her toy.

“I..I wanna-- c-can I taste you, Mistress?” desperation seeps through your voice as you lie underneath her, fists balled in the sheets trying hopelessly to fight the urge to reach out and touch her.

Natalia grins, pearly fangs catching the light and drawing your attention, just in time to watch her tongue flick out to wet her plush lips. The way her red gaze takes you in sends a shiver down your spine and you can’t help the way the blood rushes to your face or the way your heart stutters in your chest.

“Please…” the word leaves your mouth in a whimper and Natalia’s eyes soften just a tad, though her wicked smirk is still painted across her lips.

She hums, hands moving from the tops of your thighs to run up along the sides of your chest; lithe fingers dancing across your ribs to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples, pulling a whine from the back of your throat, “I suppose I could put that pretty little mouth of yours to work finally,” her hands continue their path, nails tracing up the column of your throat and toying with tag on your collar. She’s watching you intently, eyes soaking in your flushed and disheveled appearance, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. Your mouth parts and in a trance-like state, you nip the digit, tongue teasing the tip of her thumb before enveloping it in the warmth of your mouth. Natalia’s pupils seem to dilate further than before, the inky blackness slowly swallowing the red of her irises. You watch as she shakily exhales and the pride that swells in your chest has your tongue working her finger just that much more, eyes falling shut as you start to lose yourself in the motions. The squeeze of her strong thighs as she grinds her heated cunt harder against your stomach reminds you of the question you had just asked and you look up, your gaze meeting nothing but black as she stares back at you.  “Would you like that, pet?”

The words leave her mouth in a breathy exhale and she hasn’t even finished speaking before you’re rapidly shaking your head yes, eyes trying their best to convey how much you ache to serve her. You watch hungrily as her soaked cunt nears your face, Natalia’s hands tangling in your hair and tugging your head to meet her wet folds.

“Then make that greedy mouth useful.”

You don't have to be told twice, not when you’ve been plagued with dreams and fantasies of her soaking your face in her cum, and eagerly your tongue flicks out to trail along her puffy lips a few strokes before parting them with deeper licks. She sinks down with a hum, pussy pushing further into your mouth as her nails scratch at your scalp. The taste and sensation of her cunt dragging along your tongue is almost enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’ve never tasted someone so sweet and you can’t stop yourself from gripping her thighs and thrusting your tongue into her quivering hole with a greedy groan, trying to lap up as much of her wetness as you can. 

The heady moan you’re rewarded with sends a pulsing heat straight to your clit. Her hands tighten their grip in your hair, hips slowly rolling along your mouth as you reverently devour her cunt, eyes closed in pure bliss while your tongue fucks her leaking hole.

You can hear Natalia’s heavy breathing above you as she uses you for her pleasure, the soft moans cascading from her parted lips are interrupted by a gasp when you finally manage to pull yourself away from the never ending slick dripping from her cunt to latch your mouth around her neglected clit. You suck, tongue lashing out to tease the swollen bud before she’s bearing down on you with a loud keening moan, powerful hands holding your head in place as she grinds her clit against your willing mouth.

“Fuuuck, that’s right kitten,” her rasping voice is shaky and your cunt throbs, knowing you’re the reason why, “eat my pussy like it’s your last supper.”

Her words pull a whine from the back of your throat, the vibrations shooting straight to her sensitive clit and the sound that leaves her mouth has you seeing stars as you cum; thighs squeezed together, pussy clenching around nothing as you shudder and moan under her. 

Who knew demons could make such desperate pitiful noises?

Your orgasm doesn’t go unnoticed, if the tail teasing your twitching hole and the trembling laugh above you are anything to go by.

“Enjoying this, are we?” You don’t have to open your eyes to know she’s smirking, you can hear the smugness in her voice even as it wavers with every roll of her hips. “If I knew how ea-” she cuts herself off with a deep rumbling moan as you easily sink two fingers into her wet heat, digits immediately curling up to search along her walls for the spot you know will reduce her into a quivering, moaning mess.

Her tail pushes into your soaked slit as a dragged out yes hisses out past her teeth. The way Natalia’s hips buck against your fingers and mouth fucks her slick tail into just the right spot inside your fluttering cunt and soon your muffled moans join hers in a sinful symphony as she takes what she wants from you.

“Oh, you’re going to make me cum, pet.”

The words renew what little willpower you have left and with great effort, you stave off your impending orgasm to force your eyes open and focus on fucking your Mistress. You’re blessed with a sacred sight. Her back is arched beautifully, pushing her hungry cunt as far into your mouth and fingers as she can and putting her perky, full breasts on perfect display for your greedy eyes. Your free hand is reaching out without a thought and you watch as Natalia’s mouth falls open, freeing her bottom lip from between her fangs, while her brows furrow and her nose scrunches up in pleasure. You squeeze her tit, appreciating the softness under your palm and watch as her chest stutters, her breath faltering for a second before picking up again. Experimentally, you drag a nail against her pebbled nipple then take it between your fingers and pinch. 

Her nails dig into your scalp as she smothers her pussy against your face til you can’t breathe and you’re sure you’re going to die, suffocating happily between her thighs when she freezes on top of you. You feel the tell tale signs of her upcoming orgasm when her walls flutter around your digits, desperately trying to pull them deeper and eagerly you drag your fingers from her quivering hole to join your other hand in their ministrations so that your tongue can once again taste the saccharine-like slick. The thighs encasing your head tighten as your tongue plunges and curls in her cunt until Natalia is gasping out a moan and her cum soaks your face.

If you thought her pussy tasted heavenly, you’re sure her cum is the nectar for the gods. Your eyes roll back as you lap at the mouth watering wetness leaking from her, your own cunt spasming as her tail frantically fucks into your sopping hole until you're sure she’s hitting your womb with every thrust. 

Natalia has stopped shaking atop you, her hands and thighs loosening their hold around your head but she doesn’t make a move to get off you. In fact, her hips are rolling along your mouth again as you practically sob against her cunt from the intense pleasure between your own legs. Your hands grip desperately at her hips and thighs, eyes squeezed shut as you futilely try to chase your orgasm. You’re so close, god, you’re so close, but the edge stays just out of arm's reach and you can’t stop the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, nor can you stop them from falling, disappearing into your hairline and rolling down to join the mix of slick and cum coating your face as you cry and writhe pathetically under your her.

“You cry so cutely for me, kitten.” She purrs, “Let Mistress see those pretty, tearful eyes.”

The wild thrusting of her tail has died down to a slow crawl, dragging you away from the peak you were so pitifully chasing and so, with a whimpering sniffle, you dutifully open your eyes to meet Natalia’s pitch black gaze.

You can see the shiver of pleasure that runs through her body as you stare up at her with sad wet eyes, a shudder of your own wracking your body at her hum of “Good girl.” when you give her sensitive clit and cunt small kitten licks to clean up the rest of her cum. Her hands brush away any of your wayward hairs from your face before she drags a thumb along your temple, collecting your tears on the digit. You watch as she slowly brings her thumb to her mouth, gazes locked as her tongue slips past her lips to teasingly lick the salty liquid away with a quiet moan. 

Your pussy clenches around her tail at the sight, her tail twitching inside you in response and briefly you wonder if she can actually feel pleasure fucking you with it before you’re completely pulled from your thoughts as her pace starts up again.

With a sigh, she drags her cunt away from your soaked mouth and immediately your loud moans fill the once quiet room. Her body slides pleasurably against yours as she moves to lie atop you, chests pressed together and legs tangled as her tail continues to pump into your soaked hole. The tip of her nose trails your collarbone then up along the column of your throat, breathing in the scent of sex. Your hands tangle in the soft fiery waves of Natalia’s hair as she kisses above the collar resting against your neck before sucking the unblemished skin between her lips to bite and mark and claim and fuck your pussy just gushes at the thought of being her’s.

You lick your lips, a whine pulling from deep within your chest at the taste of your Mistress still coating your face, bringing you just that much closer to the edge. The appendage fucking into you twists and writhes in ways you’ve only ever felt her tongue do, but the added thickness of her tail has you hurtling towards climax, head thrown back, collar jingling as you press your neck further into her greedy mouth.

Your eyes are screwed tightly shut and your pussy quivers painfully, walls sore from the constant fluttering, and just as you start to crest the peak, her tail slips itself from inside you and your hole clenches miserably around nothing while you cum. You’re already crying again when your body relaxes, sobs bubbling past your lips at the ache between your legs and the still pent up frustration your ruined orgasm failed to rid you of.

Natalia pulls away from your bruised neck to admire her work, mouth parted in quiet awe at the sight of her cum covered, sweat soaked, crying pet; and reverently, she kisses along your jaw and cheeks, tongue lapping at the mix of cum, slick, and tears that coat your face, whispers of how pretty you look when you cry gracing your ears.

She leans back when she finishes cleaning your face of her mess and your eyes finally open again when nothing happens after, tears still trailing slowly along your temples and disappearing into your hair as you sniffle, just to find her watching you keenly. Only when your gazes meet does her tail dip down between your legs to sink into your poor sensitive cunt once more. It’s gentle in its movements, but that doesn’t stop the fresh wave of tears from welling up in your eyes as the pain ever so slowly starts to outweigh the pleasure. 

Your eyes squeeze shut, the tears that gathered there cascading in rivlets along your face, as the tail brushes along your walls, pressing into your g-spot. You can hear the click of Natalia’s tongue in disapproval as she tuts you.

“Keep your eyes open for me, kitten.” 

Fuck her voice is so sultry and rasping and you can’t stop your cunt from tightening painfully around the thickness inside of you at the sound. Her tail thrusts a little harder, hitting something inside you and pulling a choked sob from the back of your throat.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” The words are growled into your ear and your eyes fly open. You can feel her tail twitch inside you again while she takes in your whimpering cries, tearful face, and sad desperate eyes. She plunges her tail deep within you again and you wail out in painful pleasure, eyes forced shut as your head tilted back into the bed.

There’s a low trembling groan from above you and before you have the chance to open your eyes once more, Natalia’s mouth is on yours, swallowing every whine and wail as her tail fucks into you deeply, twisting to hit every pleasurable, painful spot inside your pussy. Your hands tighten in her hair, holding her against you while you sob into her mouth, and your legs untangle from hers to wrap around her waist.

You’re close again, so painfully close and you don’t know whether you want her to finish you off or ruin your orgasm again, not when you know both options are going to hurt, but you don’t get to choose. You never had an option in the first place. Your Mistress knows just what she wants from you and she’ll take it, no matter what you say.

“I want you to cum for me.” She’s trembling, pressed against you, voice thick and shaky with pleasure and you nod frantically. She buries her face against your chest, mouth marking every available inch of skin within her reach. Your crying is louder without her tongue to muffle you and with every sniffle and sob, you can feel her tail jerk inside your trembling cunt. Natalia latches her mouth onto one of your nipples, pointed teeth burying into sensitive flesh and your fingers digging into the base of her horns as you cum with a keening wail. 

You can feel more than hear her cum with you as her moans ring through your chest, her tail squirming in your aching hole. Your pussy bears down on it, nails scratching at her scalp and catching on the ridges of her horns trying desperately to stop the painful pleasure wracking your body. The thickness inside you thrashes when your fingers scramble along the ribbed protrusion on her head and your sluggish mind slowly puts the two together, hands dropping to clutch at the nape of her neck and drag her into a sloppy kiss.

The moment your hands leave Natalia’s horns, her tail stops writhing and you breathe a sigh of relief into her mouth. Your lips disconnect as she pulls back slightly and when you open your eyes finally, you’re met with the quite literally glowing red eyes of your Mistress. As gently as she can, her tail slides out of your aching pussy, watching as your face pinches in pain at the soreness and she kisses your furrowed brow, nose brushing along your forehead and temple as she trails her lips down to press more kisses along the apples of your cheek and your scrunched up nose. 

It’s all so unexpectedly soft and distracts you enough from the burning stretch of the bulging end of her tail when she pulls the last few inches out that you don’t even cry out, though she’s quick to kiss away any silent tears that escape because of the pain.

“Are you okay?” Natalia breathes out. She’s watching you closely, intently, and when you nod yes, you’re blessed with your first genuine smile. No cocky devilish smirks or seductive, hooded eyed smiles. Just the smallest of quirks play on the corners of her lips, but it’s enough to have you staring up at her in silent reverence.

“Good.” She whispers and then, “Can you talk?”

“Y-yes.” The words come out quiet, hoarse, and trembling, your throat raw from all your crying.

You clear your throat and try it again, “Yes Mistress.” it’s just as rough as your first try, but at least the shakiness is gone.

“Good girl.” She’s still whispering, voice soft while she takes you in before she finally rolls off of you to sit up against the headboard of the bed. She’s patting the open spot between her legs, an invitation or a silent command, you’re not sure but you move your tired body to rest against her’s anyway. Your back is pressed against her front, your head rests against her pillowy breasts while her’s rests atop your own, chin pressed to the crown of your head and her left arm wrapping around to secure you against her. Her free hand stretches out in front of both of you and you watch in amazement as a fresh, cool glass of water appears right before your eyes in her outstretched hand, complete with a red striped straw.

She’s bringing it up to your mouth urging you to take the cup from her, her voice gentle against your ear, “Drink this for me, kitten.” 

You nod and do as you’re told, taking the refreshingly cold water from Natalia to start sipping and watching while two, what you think are, rags appear in her once again outstretched hand.

“Hold this.” She’s handing you one and you grab it with your free hand, feeling the warm damp cloth between your fingers and you think you can feel your heart melt when you realize what she’s doing. Slowly, she guides your legs open, not one word said while she dutifully and carefully drags the warm rag across the insides of your thighs, cleaning the drying slick from your skin. She trails the fabric closer to your sore center, just barely brushing your outer lips as she cleans the apex of your thighs, before running it along your overly sensitive slit as softly as she can, hushing you quietly when you whine and squirm. 

You can feel her press a kiss to the top of your head as she finishes, then she’s leaning back, left hand under your chin tilting your head, your bell twinkling softly, to look up at her while her right is taking the second rag from you. Her eyes follow her hand as she slowly sweeps the cooling rag across your lower face, wiping away any remaining remnants of cum coating your cheeks and chin. When she finishes, she gives you another kiss, this one lingering on your forehead.

The used rags vanish and she hums as she brushes stray hair from your face and you can’t help but to stare up at her with big doe eyes, melting under her gentle touch. You can feel the chuckle build in her chest before it flows richly from her full lips and you can hear the amusement that tints her voice when she speaks again, “Finish your water, kitten.” 

Despite everything that’s just happened, you still feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment as you quickly go back to drinking your water. It only takes you a few more seconds before you finish your glass.

“Would you like more?” You shake your head no and the glass disappears from your hand. “Do you need anything else, pet?” Her hands are softly stroking along your sides, stomach, and thighs, fingers massaging into any sore muscles they find.

“No, Mistress.” You’re quiet as you speak though your thoughts are loud, overcome with questions that soon fall into the recesses of your mind when she starts to shift lower onto the bed. 

Natalia pulls you over her while she settles onto her back, tucking you into her side and wrapping her arm around your waist, pulling you flush against her. You don’t hesitate to bury your face against her neck, your collar ringing with the movement and her chin resting against your head once more. Your leg and arm are thrown across her and you snuggle as close as you can with a content, sleepy sigh. She’s humming some soft unknown tune quietly, hands tracing patterns into your back and vaguely, you register the slithering sensation of her tail wrapping itself along your leg.

Briefly, your mind flashes back to the Natalia that left you in your bed all those nights ago with her cum leaking from between your legs and you can’t help the words that fly from your mouth.

“I didn’t know demons were into aftercare.”

She huffs a laugh, the air hitting the top of your head, and you hide your smile against her skin when she replies, “I’m a succubus, kitten, not evil.”

She must feel your mouth open against her, because before any sound can escape your parted lips, she’s shushing you. 

“I know you must have lots of questions, pet.” You hum a yes when she pauses waiting for your reply, then continues on, “I thought so. But now is the time for sleep.” One of her hands leaves the expanse of your back to run through your hair, nails dragging pleasantly along your scalp and you feel as she leans down, lips brushing across your forehead as she whispers. “I promise I’ll answer all your questions in the morning.” A kiss, then “Now, go to sleep kitten.”

You do, a small smile stuck to your lips.