#torment him 👹

[3lji]

mo consciously put those pants on because he knows his touchy feely needy obsessed you are my entire universe boyfriend is gna take him out and not be able to keep his hands to himself.

mo put on those stripper pants with full knowledge that they’re going to be ripped off at some point in the night and that tian will keep reaching in between the gaps of fabric to grope at him.

and he chose to do this when tian has to concentrate on the road and actually be sensible for once. that’s actually the most effective and possibly cruelest tian torture method i could think of.

i love mo.

[cconfusionh]

after freddoril was captured and tortured by orcs he was left with a scar of the eye of sauron which the orcs had carved into his arm :[ every time he sees the scar the torment and agony come back to him so he wears a bandage to cover it even after it has healed - so he wont have to look at it

hes is an emotional mess after his rescue by ash - who lost his eye when saving fred - but he slowly makes a recovery

[tightjeansjavi]

Mine

A/N: um…hi! I write piss kink now? 👹 I don’t know what came over me today but I was sitting at my desk and just thinking about that mean old man, when all of a sudden, I thought hmm…what would it be like if Joel pissed on me? Then I proceeded to think about the prospect of him peeing on me while I was in a WORK meeting and well, you guess where this is going ;) oh! Fun fact, I wrote most of this in the shower! (How fitting) don’t read if this sorta content disturbs you, and if there’s any puritans out there that wanna call me a sick fuck and tell me I’m going to hell, baby, I’m already there! Feminism went completely out the window on this one!

~word count: 2.7k~

Summary: Joel Miller fucks you the same way he does every night…until he decides to switch things up for the first time.

Pairing | dark!joel x f!reader

Warnings: dark!joel, rough/mean Joel, overstimulation, heavy on the degrading kink, breeding kink, biting, dom/sub dynamic, oral f receiving, spit kink, pussy slapping, slight dubcon, piss kink, implied free use, Joel calls the reader his bitch and cocksleeve, unprotected piv, pussy pronouns, no specific age for the reader, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

Hot wisps of breath fan the shell of your ear. There’s a sheen of sweat coating your skin when his tongue darts out to taste a droplet of your perspiration on his tongue. His strong hips and thighs cage you posessively as he drives his cock further into your already ruined and messy cunt. His thrusts are relentless, and with each heavy punch of his cock into your cervix, you’re gasping for air; begging, pleading for him to let you breathe, but he always refuses.

He takes you like this the same way every night. Never soft and sweet, always rough and demanding. He’s like a rabid dog that broke away from its chain and headed straight for you. Ripping, clawing, and gnawing on your soft flesh. He takes and takes when, and however he chooses.

His large hands, calloused and scarred, act as a brand upon your skin. He molds you to his liking, pressing your face further into the seedy mattress till you can taste the dust ridden fibers on your tongue. His hands are capable of inflicting so much pain, and you can only imagine how many people he has killed with them.

He grunts against your ear, teeth biting down on the soft lobe till you’re yelping for him to stop and he removes his heavy hand from your soft cheek momentarily, only to grasp your hair between his fingers and roughly yank your head up from the mattress. Hot tears blur your vision. You’re in a confused daze, his words sounding muffled as you gulp down lungfuls of air.

“Ain’t much use to me if my favorite cocksleeve stops breathin’, sweetheart.” He gruffly teases, an edge of playfulness in his tone. “Keep on breathin’ in that sweet, sweet air. It’s the only shred of kindness you’re gonna get from me tonight.”

He forces your back to meet his chest, arching your spine to meet the heavy thrusts of his cock splitting you open. He drops your hair, your scalp feeling raw and tender from how hard he was yanking on it. His strong arms encase around your middle, fat fingers tormenting your nipples. He squeezes and pinches them before he shoves you right back down into the mattress.

“Turn your head to the side so that you can fuckin’ breathe.” Is all he says while he reaches for the old headboard for leverage. The shitty mattress shakes and squeaks beneath the weight of his heavy thrusts when he picks up his grueling rhythm, again.

You listen to his advice, if you would even call it that, and turn your cheek to the side so that your airway isn’t restricted. Your trembling hands reach for the tattered sheets, and your fists clench the fabric for any sense of support.

“Atta girl.” He rasps, blunt fingernails dig fiercely into the soft flesh of your hips, taking and marking you with red crescents indented in your skin.

“J-Joel.” You try to find your words, but they are muffled and fragmented. Your mind is too focused and centered on the pleasure rippling through your body to even try and protest.

“Shuddup and take it like you always do, baby. Know you can. Don’t gotta act stubborn about it.” He hisses between his clenched teeth, bending his chest forwards against your arched back. He sinks his teeth into the spot where your shoulder blades meet.

In some twisted and erotic way, he is mating you. His primal nature to breed you, and claim you as his; only his, takes over as he bites down on your flesh hard enough to draw blood to the surface of your delicate skin. And you have no choice but to let him, because despite how used and abused Joel Miller makes you feel, you keep coming back for more because no one fucks you like he does.

And when you don’t respond to his crudeness and condescending tone, he feels pleased by your submissiveness and need to please him.

“Was startin’ to think that my perfect little fuck toy wasn’t gonna show up for her fucking tonight. Thought maybe she had finally woken up and realized her worth, but then I find ya outside my door like a stray puppy jus’ waitin’ to be fucked.” He grunts deeply, slowing the movement of his hips before drawing them back slowly. “Cus’ no matter how many times you try to deny it, you love bein’ my cock sleeve. My fuck toy. You fuckin’ live for that shit baby, and you know what? I think it’s about time that I reward you.” He lets out a throaty breath before driving his hips forward, knocking the air from your lungs in tandem with his hips sharply jutting into the soft swell your ass.

His sweat slick skin slaps against yours, the obscene sounds of sex, and your ruined pussy squelching around the thick intrusion of his cock, send your eyes rolling back into your skull when you struggle to lift your cheek from the mattress to look over at him.

“W—what kind of reward?” You choke out, lips falling open in an o shape when his fat cock head nudges against that inner soft and spongy spot deep within the walls of your inviting warmth.

He chuffs a laugh, lifting his head up from where his teeth were just embedded into your skin. “Ah, there she is. Eager as ever, huh? Be fuckin’ patient, baby. Before I change my mind and decide you don’t deserve a reward at all.” He snaps, slamming his hips forward once more before he draws them back again. He slips out of your sopping pussy completely, leaving you on the edge of your approaching orgasm.

His cock is glistening in the low light, a creamy ring of your combined arousal coats the thick, veiny girth of his cock. He scoots back just enough so that he can watch the way your pussy pulses and drools a trail of enticing slick down between your trembling thighs.

He uses his thumbs to pry your inner lips apart before he spits a glob of saliva between your gaped, pulsing hole, and down to your untouched clit, swollen and puffy with need.

“Such a messy little pussy. You should see the way she’s winkin’ at me right now. So needy and desperate for my cock to fill her up with my seed, ain’t that right?” He sounds drunk, words slurred together, darkened eyes glazed over in lust. He licks his lips, inhaling the heady scent of your arousal like a hound dog locked on a trail. “Smell so fuckin’ sweet, too.” He groans before surging forward, burying his face between your parted thighs.

He’s never eaten you out before. Always claiming that you were undeserving of his skilled mouth and tongue. But tonight he’s finally given into tasting you, and once he’s had a lick, he can’t stop. He keeps you pried apart at his leisure, dragging his broad nose right through your trail of slick from the source. His lips suckle on your clit before dragging downwards to tease your folds, sucking on them, too. He’s eating you as if your pussy, and her sweet, sweet, nectar is his life source.

Your body jolts forward when his wiry beard scrapes at the apex of your thighs. He growls against you before reaching around for your hips and anchoring you in place once more so he can continue feasting.

He obscenely slurps and groans against your cunt before drawing his face back for a lungful of air. His chin and beard are glistening, coated in your arousal when he licks you from his lips. You think that maybe he’s finally having a change of heart when he flips you onto your back with ease, your breasts bounce from the movement when your back hits the mattress with a soft thud.

He never strays from fucking you from behind, on your knees with your face smashed into his mattress. That’s how he always takes you. His way only. And yet, here you are staring up at him with your big doe eyes bright and innocent. Your lips parted when he grabs the back of your knees and presses them towards your chest.

“Make yourself useful and hold those for me, will ya?” He barks out an order.

You scramble to grab the underside of your knees, sweaty fingers nearly slipping before you are able to have a solid grip around them.

“Good girl.” He nods before wedging himself between the small opening of your thighs. He catches that almost hopeful glint in your eyes and shoots it down immediately with an intimidating glare.

He brings one hand to the back of your scalp, roughly yanking your head upwards so you’re making direct eye contact with him. His dominant hand is loosely wrapped around the shaft of his cock, and he slaps the fat mushroom head against your puffy clit to gain your attention. “You focus right here.” He snips, brows furrowed together in a harsh line across his forehead. “Don’t you go and gettin’ this twisted, ya hear me? I know how you women work. Y’all think that jus’ cause a man does somethin’ different for once, that he’s softenin’ up to ya. He ain’t. You’re still my bitch, my little cocksleeve, and you’d best be wise to remember that, baby.”

“Y-Yes, Joel. I’m still your—”

He cuts you off with a low snarl when he begins to feed you his cock from this angle inch by inch, glancing down between your bodies so he can see your pussy pulling him in further. “That you are, my girl. Still feelin’ jus’ as eager for your little reward?” He questions with a cock of his brow, smirk tugging across his devious face.

“Please.” You beg him softly, not understanding what it was you were begging him for in the first place.

“Such an eager little cocksleeve to be pumped full of my seed, baby. Never thought I’d see the day.” He chuckles, pressing his hips forward till he’s completely bottomed out inside of you, and the coarse thatch of hair above his pubic bone presses into your clit.

Wait…what?

You look at him dumbfounded, shaking your head and hoping that you just misunderstood what he was saying. “What?”

“What?” He mocks your surprised tone condescendingly.

“Joel.” You try to reason with him, “we—we can’t! I—I don’t want to carry your fucking kid!”

“Aw.” He pouts, drawing his hips back before slamming them forward again. “You don’t wanna be filled to the fuckin’ brim with my seed? You don’t think your pussy wants that, baby? I think she does.” He teases.

“No, Joel. Please. Anything but that. You can come on my tits, my face, just please—not inside!” Your mind is already reeling at the possibility of having to carry Joel Miller’s fucking offspring in a world such as this one. You felt like one of those breeding mares shipped off to some stud farm to be passed around between stallions till one of their foals would inevitably stick—

He laughs cruelly at your fear and the way it dots your vision. He can imagine exactly what’s going through your mind at that very moment. “You should see your fuckin’ face right now.” He snickers. “Relax, sweetheart. I got a vasectomy years before the outbreak.”

“Jesus fuck, Joel! Why didn’t you just start off with that?!” You yell in his face, wishing you could punch that stupid grin right from the perfect pout of his kissable lips. You feel the tension visibly leave your shoulders when he satiates your fears of pregnancy, even if he does it in such a cruel manner.

“Cus’ I like toyin’ with ya. It’s entertainment for me, baby. You’re so easy to play with. I can do it with my eyes closed.” He muses before rolling his hips forward.

“You’re such a dick for that.” You attempt to chastise him, but your attempt is fruitless.

“Now, don’t go thinkin’ you’re entirely off the hook now, sweetheart. I do believe you said earlier that I could do anythin’ else I wanted to ya, right? Your words, baby. Not mine.”

Damn, his mind is sharper than a fucking arrow.

“Yeah…I did say that you could cum on my tits, or my face—”

“Mmm…nope. That ain’t gonna cut it for me unfortunately. I think I wanna do somethin’ else.” He trailed off, meeting your slightly nervous gaze with a small tilt of his head. How could his words and body language always be so fucking…mean?

“Okay, well, what else do you want to do?”

He shrugs his shoulders in disinterest before he grabs your hands that are still secured around the backs of your knees and removes them quickly so that your thighs fall open. He wants you spread at his mercy when he begins to ram into you, over, and over again. “You’re just gonna have to wait and find out.” He grunts deeply, bending down at an angle so he can nip at the juncture of your neck.

Your head lolls to the side so he has easier access and the pleasure starts to coarse through your body till he moves his mouth down the clavicle of your chest. First he starts off with chaste kisses to the swells of your breasts, and then he toys with the pert nipple between his lips. You let out a soft mewl that quickly turns into a high pitched yelp when his teeth sink into the sensitive pebbled flesh, hard.

“OW!” You cry out at the assault of his mouth. He does it again before switching to your other nipple, delivering the same mistreatment before he soothes the broken skin with his tongue.

You jokingly call him an animal thinking that he would disagree and scold you for it, but instead…he leans into that side of himself. He fucking loves it.

“Yeah, baby. I am a fuckin’ animal. You got that damn right.”

He fucks you like one too, till your creaming around his cock, leaking out around his thick girth that continuously punches into your pussy. He slips out suddenly with a wet squelch, leaving you feeling a little dazed and positively fucked out.

“Still want your reward, baby?”

You nod dumbly, cock drunk and eyes glazed with stars still twinkling behind them.

“Alright, my little cocksleeve. Close those pretty eyes for me, and no peekin!’”

Your eyes snap shut on command, chest rising and falling as you catch your breath.

The old mattress squeaks when his weight rises from it. You think about risking a peek to see what exactly it is that he’s doing, but you decide against it.

He stands above you on the mattress at his full height, looming over your spread legs while your ruined pussy is still drooling along the soiled sheets. He looks down at you with his cock wedged between his fist.

You can hear the wet sound of his fist jerking himself off before you feel the hot ropes of his seed coating your face, lips, neck, chest and lower. He shoots a load across your tummy, and right down to your pretty spread pussy.

Well, I suppose that’s a nice…reward? You think to yourself.

“Ain’t done yet, sweetheart.” He scolds you lightly from above when he sees your thighs beginning to close up like a nighttime flower closing its petals till the sweet kiss of sunrise.

He really has more than that? Damn, I underestimated this sick son of a bitch.

He relaxes his shoulders, letting out a decompressing sigh before he slowly releases his bladder with a sick smirk plastered on his face.

First, you detect the familiar stench of urine, and then the steaming liquid lands on your face, trickling down your lips. You let out a sound of protest and lift your hands above your head to shield yourself from his piss. It trails down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach and between your thighs, mixing into the trail of slick between them.

He’s marking you like a fucking dog marks his bitch, and you’ve never felt more degraded and humiliated in your entire life till you find youself under Joel Miller’s golden fucking shower. The stench of urine and cum stings your eyes and the sensitive hairs in your nose.

He bends down, cock now softened between his thighs and places one hand along the side of your face, brushing away a stray dribble of cum and piss from your lips with his calloused thumb.

“Now, no other man is ever gonna want to fuck my bitch when she’s reekin’ of my piss and cum.”

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[moonpetrichors-blog]

you're currently carrying 'avatar x reader' with your absolutely amazing works, so i have another request for you, love, if that's alright <33

no idea how to properly start this, but basically neteyam and y/n are a thing- and even though y/n is like super grateful for his protection, lately she's been feeling just like another of his many responsibilities, not a partner. so they grow a bit distant, to that point where even his family notices, and when they try to talk it out they get into an argument. pretty much angst (because i love it👹👹👹) !!!!!!!!!!!!! and it's totally up to you if it ends with fluff or angst. oh and i thought maybe it could take place when they arrive to the metkayina clan, because it would mean y/n left everything behind just for neteyam (and his amazing family ofc🤞🤞🤞), but the way he begun to treat her, makes her think she might regret that decision= more aNGST‼️‼️but that's up to you- whatever you're more comfortable with :)) okay, byeee!!! have a nice day!!!

(i'm @introvert-pansexual btw😧)

Not A Responsibility

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Angst, Fluff At The End (Not Really)

Warnings: Tiny Bit Toxic, Mentioned Jealousy

Ever since you left the Omaticaya clan for your boyfriend, you’ve felt suffocated by his overprotective nature. You’re his partner, not just another one of his responsibilities or trouble-seeking siblings. And it hurts, knowing that he treats you like you are less his mate than burden. You think you might regret leaving your home for him.

UR SO NICE OMG😭😭❤️❤️ I love every request I get HSJQISIWJ some days my brain is just poop cause i cant think up ideas so these are nice to get ☠️☠️ also yuh I kinda inferred that u switched accs bc i stalk my followers LMAOAOAO anywayss this deffo isnt my best work but ive been kinda tired lately so like sorry if its not that great 😭😭

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [08/01/23] ❞   

 You and Neteyam have been dating. For a long time, actually.

You grew up together, and the tight friendship you built inevitably developed into feelings of attraction. You were anticipated to be mated to one another, and the Sully family cherished you.

Jake used to torment his son before you began dating. He'd make remarks about how you two reminded him of him and Neytiri, and how Neteyam had to entice you with the superb wooing genes he inherited from him. Neytiri would slap him on the back of the head and order him to be quiet. However, she couldn't argue with Jake's teasing. A lovely girl like yourself resembled a second daughter to her; if her son didn't put a ring on it, she would drag him by the ear.

You felt your throat constrict and your eyes burn with tears the day Neteyam informed you Jake was forcing his family to pick up and move. How were you supposed to just carry on and forget about your relationship?

You couldn't. As a result, you left with him. You would fly for a thousand days on an Ikran, cross vast oceans, and abandon your home a million times more for Neteyam and his family. Neteyam considered himself extremely fortunate to have you.

However, after finally settling in with the Metkayina, you began to sense a twinge of foreboding. You felt homesick, and you knew that relocating to a whole new clan would be difficult. Neteyam appeared to be taking it the hardest though, so you did not want to complain.

You noted how his shoulders tensed more frequently, or how he wore a faint grimace when alone. You were outsiders in this place, and they treated you as such. Neteyam couldn't help but be uptight whenever the olo'eyktan's son harassed his siblings, but he lost his composure when he sought to bother you.

Or, more accurately, flirted with you. Neteyam had a reputation for being a jealous boyfriend. You and his family were fully cognizant of this, but to the casual onlooker, he always appeared calm and collected. When Aonung penetrated your personal space, you recognized how Neteyam would surreptitiously linger nearby, or extended an arm around you. It drove him insane.

When he first started acting that way, you would coo at him and envelop him in your embrace while calling him sweet. You believed his protectiveness over you was adorable, and it was flattering to say the least. Neteyam, on the other hand, had nothing to be concerned about. You were solely interested in him.

...

Regardless of your unconditional affection, it seemed that the more Neteyam stayed in the Awa'atlu village, the more awful he grew.

Irrespective of Aonung's unwanted attention (which had long since faded), nothing made Neteyam happy anymore. When you tried to kiss him, he would either accept it reluctantly or brush you away. If you wished to spend time with him, he would acquiesce, but would eventually talk about his siblings or babysit. Nonetheless, he would be fiercely protective of where you went or what you did.

You couldn't condemn Neteyam for being nervous and tense all the time, but it seemed that no matter what difficulties you were encountering in your relationship, he began to treat you as if you were just another one of his trouble-making siblings. Another chore added to his long list of responsibilities.

Neteyam’s protection used to be charming, but it was now just smothering. It seemed like you were so distant from your boyfriend, yet also so close to him. You began feeling less like his partner, yet it also caused you to feel guilty when you were emotional in front of him. You knew you had no right to complain because you left the Omaticaya clan by your own volition. How could you grumble about it when your lover was enduring greater struggles?

This was a recipe for disaster.

...

You no longer felt comfortable communicating your concerns to your boyfriend. Each time you sought to bring up your reservations about how Neteyam was treating you, he was too preoccupied with his own life to give much heed to your conversation or relationship.

You eventually gave up on your efforts to work it out. If he were to behave distant from you, you would respond with the same energy. You two gradually drifted away, the gulf between you expanding by the day. Neteyam's family became quite alarmed when they noticed how seldom you two were interacting nowadays.

Jake and Neytiri encouraged Neteyam to try to spend some quality time with you again, and that he could set his other obligations aside. They'd maintain a close eye on their other children so Neteyam wouldn't have to fret about them.

He agreed begrudgingly, unable to say no to his parents. You were thrilled when he sought you out for a casual date, the first in a long time. There was a nagging whisper in the rear of your mind that gnawed at you, warning you he just wasn't the same, but you dismissed it. He'd come to find you, hadn't he?

...

You were deflated throughout the duration of your date. The longer time passed, the more you could feel the ominous mood rattling deep in your bones. During your time together, all Neteyam could think about was how much this move had stressed him out, and now he had to be concerned about paying you attention as well. It was apparent from his expression that he was not enjoying himself.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You snapped at his indifferent attitude. “Can you stop zoning out and actually listen to me for once?”

If Neteyam was trying to fake a smile before, he definitely wasn’t anymore. “What do you mean? This whole entire date I’ve been only listening to you!”

You scoffed at this. His mind was in a whole other place for the entire duration of it. “You never have time for me anymore, and when you do, you act like I’m some burden on your to do list!”

Neteyam felt his blood go hot. Before he could stop himself, he began to yell. “It’s not my fault I can’t give you attention all the time! My parent’s are always putting pressure on me to make sure everyone’s looked after and well behaved, including you!”

Then, his voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “Do you think I wanted to go on this date?”

That was the juncture at which you felt so enraged that you couldn't prevent the tears from cascading down your flaming cheeks. Neteyam's countenance didn't alter in response to your outburst, which only served to make you angrier.

You practically screamed at him. “You’re such a dickhead! You’ve changed, Neteyam.” You began sobbing.

“The only reason I’m mad isn’t because you don’t give me enough attention, it’s because every time we’re together you completely neglect my feelings! You make everything about you!”

He remained still as you wiped your angry tears away, then jutted a finger against his chest. “For someone who acts like they’re always looking after everyone else, you’re so incredibly selfish with me.”

In the face of your harsh comments, Neteyam remained silent and unmoving. He was speechless; he didn't know what to say. The rage was still coursing through his veins, but all he could do was hearken to your never-ending shouts.

Your voice dropped an octave, and you glared into his eyes which you once looked so fondly into. “I’m not another responsibility of yours. I regret ever following you here. If I knew you’d turn out like this, I would’ve saved myself the heartache and found a new partner instead of leaving everything behind for someone that won’t even give me the time of day. You could at least try to act happy to be around me.”

That made his heart break, and he could feel the tears beginning to gather in his eyes too. He couldn’t believe you would have ever found it in you to say that to him. “Fine, do what you want. I tried to spend time with you, and you turned it into an argument.”

He pivoted on his heel, and stormed away from you on the threshold of tears. When he was far enough away, he let the tears flow.

Your voice carried from halfway across the beach. “Fine then, if you want me so bad, I guess I’ll go!”

You, too, turned your back on him and dashed away to find somewhere to cry privately. You felt like such a child.

...

It was growing dark, and eclipse was approaching.

You still hadn’t returned to the marui you shared with the Sully family, and Jake was beginning to get worried. “Where’s Y/N?”

That question was obviously directed towards Neteyam, but he remained sulking instead of replying.

Neytiri’s patience was thinning with her son’s out of character behavior. “That girl doesn’t know her way around the Awa’atlu village. She could be lost!”

Jake rubbed the bridge of his nose, glancing at the sky. He shared Neytiri’s sentiment, as his son still wasn’t talking. What the hell happened on your date?

Although Neteyam appeared furious, he was actually feeling quite guilty. Your reality check tugged at his heartstrings, and now you could be injured, or worse, lost, because he told you to be. He sprung from his seat and raced out the marui, unable to sit still any longer.

Jake's shouts for his son to return at that instant went unfulfilled. Even if Neteyam was angry with you, he was still afraid that something awful would happen, and he'd never forgive himself if it did.

Neteyam called your name as he ran throughout the village. However, no matter how much terrain he covered, or how many times he bellowed your name into the frigid night air, your voice did not respond. He was sweating nervously now, terrified about not being able to locate you. What if he never found you?

Those fears, however, were quickly dispelled into the wind whipping behind him as he hurried towards the sound of sniffling behind a nearby tree. Neteyam scratched the back of his neck, unsure what to do. As he drew near to your weeping figure, he stepped on and snapped a twig, capturing your attention.

You spun around to investigate the source of the noise, only to discover that it was your idiot boyfriend. Neteyam urged you to relax, then sighed and settled besides you.

Before you could protest against him taking a seat next to you, he hugged you tightly and apologized.

“I’m sorry. I’m the way I am right now because I don’t want anything bad happening to you, or my siblings. I can’t imagine ever losing you.”

You let your rage disappear, leaning into his embrace as he continued to talk.

“I know I’ve been a real idiot lately, and I’ll try to show up more in our relationship. My personal problems aren’t your fault.”

Your prior resentment faded as he brushed your tears away with his thumb, and you buried your face in his chest, allowing your arms to wrap around his midriff.

“I’m sorry for saying I wished I stayed behind and found someone new. That was a lie, I’d never be able to move on.”

Neteyam felt his chest tighten at your words, and merely hugged you tighter. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Thinking about if Alastor’s twins were like the shining twins…

-freaks everyone out, especially because both never drop their sharp toothed smiles.

-their big eyes stare into your soul.

-something they know a little TOO well because they will stare at whoever just to mess with them.

“Where’s the popsicles?” Charlie hums to herself at the frozen refrigerator.

She hears some giggling behind her, catching both little deer girls with the popsicle box.

“Hey girls! Can I get one of those?”

They both simultaneously stop laughing and instead stare at the woman.

“…”

“Uh..” Charlie repeats her question.

They both continue staring, their smile still on their face as they continue to eat their popsicles. Making no move to give one to the Princess of Hell.

It’s a good minute before Charlie just backs away quietly. Walking away with her feelings hurt for being ignored 🥺 (poor Charlie why did I do her like that 😭)

-they WILL speak in unison because they know how uncomfortable people get.

“We’ve been watching you.” *little giggle* 👹

“I’m not doing this. I’M NOT DOING THIS!” Vaggie exclaims running out of the hotel.

-when there is an option for peace or violence they WILL choose violence.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?” Vox says.

“Like an ugly primbly bitch 👹”

-I could see them both tying up some horrible sinner and giving them a makeover. Alastor catches them and is deeply amused.

“Ladies~ what did mother say about kidnapping sinners from the street?~”

“But father we’d like to play with her.”

“She’d look much better with more eyeshadow.”

“Yes indeed, we are helping her look more pretty. She’s ugly right now.”

The father of two gives them both looks, his smile stretching maliciously at the wayward sinner begging him to save her.

“Hmmm…very well then! Don’t tell your mother!”

“Thank you papa.” Both say.

Both love you dearly.

After a long day of tormenting others and hurting everyone’s self-esteem, you can find them curled up in your lap reading a story for bedtime.

When they’re tired enough, you’ll tuck them in bed and land little smooches on their foreheads.

When you leave them to sleep and they’re sure you’re gone, they’ll open their eyes to stare at one another.

“I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

“…”

“Let’s eat 👹”

Cue them raiding the kitchen and eating everything 👁️👄👁️

The next day:

“WHY IS THERE NO FOOD?”

*little giggle* 👹

Idk why I like making them unhinged lol

No because I love this too and you know that they would 1000% torment Valentino and Vox.

But when the reader catches them they dropped the act because they don't want to make Ma'ma mad.

The reader make's them apologize to Charlie and Vaggie.

This is just perfection.

[daddy-deathslinger]

I have returned

If it's cool, could I get something for the knight, maybe a little Slow burn-y? I'm not sure what the term for it would be but something where he keeps trying to deny his growing affection for his future s/o, but it's getting increasingly harder for him. And his faithful 3 notice and start to make comments about how hes being sweet on them (at least sweet for him) and..he does eventually admit to himself he does have feelings for them. SNENWKKW SOMETHING CUTE

Haha

I'm so normal about him

👹

Hey there, loyal Knight admirer! Here's yer written thingy, hope ya like! ❤️👹

“I’m your man” - The Knight/Tarhos Kovács x GN!Reader

“This is the fifth time you’ve given them hatch, Tarhos!”

“Yeah, just admit that you’re-”

“Silence!” Tarhos bellowed, and his faithful three were quiet at last.

Finally, sweet silence. Tarhos grunted and turned around to walk away to his thinking corner of the Borgo. Unbeknownst to him, his faithful three snickered a bit behind his back. Tarhos was not a merciful man, far from it, but even he knew when to appreciate a good opponent. And you certainly were a worthy opponent. During trials, he always noticed how you showed true companionship to your allies by saving them, taking hits for them and even dying for them. You fought back bravely against all killers, not making the trial easy for anyone who tried to hurt you or your allies. Tarhos appreciated that. Appreciated it, that’s all! He had no idea where his faithful three had gotten the stupid idea from, the idea that he somehow favoured you. He didn’t, how could he favour a survivor? His loyalty was with the killers. 

The next trial commenced, and Tarhos was as ready as ever. The Entity had granted him good fortune in this trial, he had many abilities that would come in handy. He felt good about this. And yet, the survivors seemed to be on their best game as well. They worked together, and that was always a nail in the coffin for killers. And then there was you. You seemed to shine even brighter than usual, never shivering in front of Tarhos or showing the slightest amount of fear in the face of death. He hooked you once, and you barely screamed as the meat hook pierced through your flesh. Tarhos almost forgot to leave the hook you hung on, he wanted to see what you were going to do next. But he left, obviously, to go hunt for other survivors. He noticed that during the whole trial, his attention seemed to be somewhere else. It was annoying, even infuriating, to notice he fell for silly tricks by the survivors and lost many chases due to his wandering mind. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Gods, this torment! The trial was at its end, the exit gates were opened and the other survivors had escaped already. You remained, though, and Tarhos could not for the love of the Gods find you. He searched, sent out his faithful three but they all came back empty handed. 

“A skillful one”, Alejandro said, but quickly got quiet as Tarhos stared at him.

Where were you? Tarhos ventured alone into the mist, searching. Suddenly, a sound. Someone greeted him? He looked around, and there you were. Standing next to a finished generator, eyes on him. Why had you made your appearance known to him? He was going to sacrifice you now. Or was he? Tarhos stood in front of you, staring you down. Then, he saw you place your medkit on the ground in front of you. An offering. For mercy? No, you let out your arms to your side, baring your unguarded body to him. You wanted to be sacrificed. Tarhos was confused, but also very impressed. You had evaded him, and here you were, offering yourself up to the Entity. Tarhos knew better than to take the offering, he knew how hard you had fought the whole trial. No one deserved the escape more than you. So, without a thought, he dropped his sword to the ground, taking a step back from you.

“Go”, he said.

You looked him dead in the eye. Tarhos was wondering what was going on behind those eyes as you seemed to think hard. The silence was deafening, only the ticking of the Entity playing in Tarhos head. Time was running out. Then, you slowly turned around and walked towards the exit gate. Tarhos was proud, you took your victory like a true champion. As he watched you walk out those gates, a strange feeling took a hold of his insides. A pressing feeling, right where his heart was. He tried shaking it off, but seeing you disappear into the mist, he knew he was lost. Not lost to the cruel torment in this place, not even lost to the Entity. He was lost to you. Your eyes, your courage, your confident walk. Tarhos let out a heaving sigh as his faithful three approached him. 

“Well…?” Durkos said.

Tarhos gave them a look of annoyance, but eventually nodded. He was in love, and there was nothing that could be done about it. He was yours, and he prayed to the Gods that you were his.

[ladythornofrivia]

👹 Match Made In Hell 👹 || Aemond x Reader (My Demon AU) (Part Three)

Next Chapter

🍒 a/n: this series is inspired by k-drama, and it’ll deviates from the canon, but still had the same atmosphere as the netflix version. i’m so sorry it took so long to update a new chapter!

🍒summary: reader, who has now made pact with the devil, must face the difficulties by the likes of her surroundings, and Aemond, who took pleasure on tormenting her, even divulge his dirty thoughts.

🍒 warning: Dark!Aemond, violence, blood, misogyny, mentions of cheating, Aemond is a demon in a fic, he’s a d*ckhead, but charming, reader is a b*tch, spoiled brat, smut, action sequences, oral sex, rough sex, public sex, hotel sex, hate sex, contract, blood kink, religion themes, knife play, sexual tension, Aemond in a red suit, money kink, p in v sex, breeding kink, sex in the club, sex in a hospital bed, toxic relationship, fake relationship, possessive Aemond, obsession, jealousy, stalking, blackmail, dom/sub relationship, wet dream, cunnilingus, fingering, squiriting, reader is a virgin, aemond is experienced, moaning, reader and aemond being horny, 69, lotus, sex on the wall, praise kink, creampie, daddy kink. Demon!Aemond has powers, but needs reader to fuel and restore his power. The story from the show will be different in fanfic. Inspired by K-Drama “My Demon”.

Chapter Three: Heiress’s Bitch

Afar from a thickened crowd of paparazzis and reporters, on the left side of the corner, there was Aemond, in a fanciful suit of black and green with gold-embroidered scarf hung loosely around his neck, leaning and beaming as his violet eye watched the spectacle, and you on the platform, microphone on the podium, distress overwhelmed you, attempting to cooperate on various questions, concentrating. Accidentally eyeing on a one-eyed devil, a former prince regent to the Greens, only for him to withhold the possession of your thin lacy pink thong that was once clinging between your legs, with his tongue licking over his gleaming, fanged teeth.

“You may now suffer and keep your empty, prideful head high as you wish, but soon I shall have a taste of you, my little angel,” his thoughts penetrated in your head.

The Devilish Prince is waiting outside the fitting room. And it bugged you to a point you want to strangle yourself to death. If Aemond wanna-be decides to torment by reviving you back, you have another chance to get rid of yourself again.

Why on Earth did he decide to pick you, or pick on you—you’re unsure. Thoughts stifled yet jumbled all at once that you hadn’t realized your top sleeve slipped from your shoulder, and your pink satin skirt is crooked, tilted on one side. Everything went wrong. So wrong all you crave at this current moment is to sleep or eat fast food or drink away. Or possibly thinking about crawling up to a hole and die. Or somewhat in that order.

You still couldn’t register in your head that Aemond Targaryen—as a devil—would step into your life—audacious and malicious! And superstitious!

The audacity is real!

A real good one at that. Aemond, a total bastard—jerk—a former Prince Regent—is in your world—your real world—one true flesh. A fucking prick with a demonic stick up in between in his legs is here. As much as you admire Aemond in the series, despite his war criminal activities, his charisma oddly exuding through screen, you can’t help but admire, but seeing him now, has shrank your heart to hate thousand times fold.

And here you thought, being in a room with devilish jerk has set your heart of fire—and not in a romantic idealistic way. You wanted to stab him with a Dark Sister. Over and over and over and over again. You wanted to hear his scream, for what he did to you. It was unbearable. Your purity, your maintained image dwindled in a flash.

Why can’t it be Cregan Stark? Or Robb Stark? Or Jaime Lannister? Jaime Lannister—Kingslayer has devilish charm you couldn’t resist. The problem is, you’re not blonde enough. And you’re not Cersei or Brienne of Tarth.

What about Loki? The God of Mischief? He’d be perfect. Tom Hiddleston with a devilish scheming smile he beholds and puts everyone on a chokehold. But all you got is the Aemond the former Prince Regent.

In all days, you shouldn’t be nervous. In a fitting room, you are alone, with your heart pumping. In an unusual circumstance, you should be ecstatic with your new attires to a press conference. Press conference might boost your business—or lowers—depending on which answer. There are several conferences you’ve dealt or saw before. One is from Philippines, the other is from Italy.

It’s a hassle as it already is. The question is; why does your “attempted” suicide had to be announced? Who could possibly leak the information? More importantly, who started a commotion—an accusation of you being suicidal? Your soul is dying from stupidity everyday, not to a certain of killing yourself from someone stupid—maybe that’s another list of stupidity, but surely there’s more to it.

You never thought of dying once. You never thought of injuring yourself. Keeping your held up high by doing hard-work is ultimately the best. Self-care and fashion lifestyle goes second. You love yourself too much to make a “jump” for the sake of a stupid man—a wild mongrel who has more worth of acting like in a zoo than a quiet and lavish luxury.

Picking another attire, before slithering out from the top, large hands abruptly rotated you, pinned you against the wall and meet his eye—Aemond.

“Aemond, what are you—”

His lips plunged against yours. Those damnable smooth lips, drowning the squeak in your throat, one hand held your neck while the other pinned against the wall.

He pulled away, and undo your outfit in one swoop.

“I’m hungry for a moment, darling,” he purred, untucking his trousers. In between the opening, hardened cock stretched in the undo zipper, and your legs hiked around his waist, his body pressing you down until the space enclosed. Grunting, Aemond thrusts into your cunt, panting together.

“Aemond, not here,” you said in a strained tone.

“Shut up, you fucking cunt,” he said, biting your lower lip, drawing a wet scratch, taste of iron left in your mouth and his scathing teeth, as his pounded movements became sloppy and messy, heavy with breathing and muscles on his legs fatigued.

Nevertheless, he quickened his pace, and his semen spurted in your tight folds, leaving you breathless.

“Aemond, you—”

“Get dressed, stupid bitch,” he ordered, shoving you forcefully back on the wall. “Don’t make me repeat myself, little girl. Have your white outfit ready.”

Choking, your soft hands grasp against his, but not powerful enough. “I was going for pink—”

“Fucking bitch, I’m not asking you,” he seethed, hand strangled on your neck. “Did I not make myself clear?”

Under his grasp, your eyes blurred, chest constricted and deprived from air. “Why are you doing this? If you hate me that much, why did you decide to fuck me?”

“Isn’t obvious? You’re so hideously repulsive, I can’t stand the sight of your feeble appearance. That lousy and bratty mouth of yours needs to be shut. I can’t stand the noise—the sighs—you make in the fitting room.” He loosened you and watched you dropped on the ground. “A little girl like you has no place in a woman’s world.”

Absconded from the fitting room, tears ran down on your face. Picking yourself up off the ground, numbed fingers swiped across your wet cheeks.

Could he really be comparing you to someone else? There’s no way. Even in a form of a man, a devil’s no better beside the lousy man.

As you stepped out of the dressing room, the assistants had no expression but an obvious mark of reddened blush on their cheeks and neck, as Aemond had a scowl etched on his princely visage.

~~~

On a Sunday mass, everyone bowed their heads with prayer as the priest preached regarding to loving your enemies, and forgiving others’s sins. Though this is a quiet mass—a private mass, more like. As a sign of good luck. A prayer.

Aemond found it ridiculous. His eye stared and lanced at the back of your head as you kept yourself down, memorizing the priest’s words and its uniquely hymn.

Aemond, in his cherry red suit, kept an eye on the family. Blessed, no one is able to notice his true form except in a disguise of your butler.

“Let us pray,” the priest said, “Our Father, who art in Heaven, hollow be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven…”

Aemond never heard of prayers like this before. For him, it’s a fascination, but a grotesque sound in unison. The recital conjured him back to the days where Queen Alicent and Otto Hightower are highly dedicated to the Faith of the Seven, how his mother wore the ornaments of seven-pointed star on her lavish gowns in most days. King’s Landing’s walls were adorned in statues and stars—their holy grail to keep the place from evil’s perseverance.

To him, as a Westerossi, this is nothing new.

Aegon’s holy grail is drinking and whoring, while Helaena’s is her insects and her children she bore with brother-husband. Aemond’s holy grail is history, books, swordsmanship and Vhagar, the largest dragon in Westeros—he recalled it all too well. He figured that there were no dragons in this world—your world, but has airplanes and helicopters—that’s how you were transferred into the hospital, just down by the isolated beach, carrying you in his arms, unbothered if someone sees you and him strolling casually out from the deep waters. Despite all the deeds he has done, Aemond found your modern world amusingly impressed.

When the prayers are done, there was a bread and wine communion—again, new and beyond from Aemond’s religious practices in Westeros’s Old Gods and New, something about Jesus and his twelve disciples at the last supper. His eye watched over your feeble and small stature gracefully taking the offer. He eyed on the paintings. Scanning the room, you see nothing but marbled statues of historical figures and angels depicted from a human’s eye, paintings and depictions of Old Testament and New Testament in the Bible fascinated him more than his own religion, something about religious emanates soothing and sinister to the past testimonies in the past of mankind. If Faith of the Seven were decorated in paintings like this, maybe Aemond would’ve been convinced. He could’ve been as a sworn servant to the religion, a maester in a way—never to be wed, forever devoted to the goodwill of guidance to sinful peasants and subjects to the light.

Though, your mind differs. There weren’t any sincere prayers and mournful thoughts in your head, rather shrouded by a dark aura, something he can’t pinpointed. He watched you taken your seat as the mass hymn a song regarding to praising God.

And there, the Devil awaited.

~~~

As the future president of the AURORA company, you strolled and mounted inside the car—assurance within you is hanging by a thread, but you kept yourself in check, telling yourself that this won’t take a while. But beforehand, Aemond’s hand blocked you from entering the copper and black sports vehicle.

“Don’t touch my Vhagar,” he reminded, rather strictly. His violet eye gleamed—no, darkened within his short warning.

“Vhagar? Are you serious right now? I can open doors myself,” you shot back, the feeling of inadequacy hadn’t left in your chest since the fitting room on the previous day.

Aemond, without showing his obvious grimace, escorted you inside the car, lifting the car door in an upward direction, leading you inside the passenger’s seat and drove you all the way to the press conference.

~~~

For the press conference, things hadn’t been gone so smoothly. Paparazzis invaded the moment you arrived, dubbing you as “Miss Future President” of AURORA.

Reports bombarded you with useless inquiries and what outfit you were wearing. Obviously you wanted the people to focus on your outfit more than your “suicidal attempt”. As for Aemond, hands on his back, striding alongside you until you reached the platform with your pink suit with gold buttons and your simplistic threads of gold bracelets and thin necklace on your neckline, your hair tied up in a low ponytail, long framed bangs slightly tucked (hair reference).

“Are you ready to set hell on stage, Miss Future President,” Aemond mocked.

Nonetheless, you disdained him with cold shoulder, and stepped onward to the clear-glass podium, formally address the issue to a recent event. Cameras clicked and reporters typing on their laptops, then you began to speak in two languages, which Aemond doesn’t recognize, nonetheless his curiosity piqued.

Endless topics from reporters came, already slandering accusations disguised as questions, but you handled it well.

Rabbit questions like regarding to comparing your nightly activities to your ex-fiancé, how both are reckless and childish—nepotism. Then partying, then other scandals that are once addressed as false had been brought up again—their resolved minds can sometimes fickle.

Until…

Afar from a thickened crowd of paparazzis and reporters, on the left side of the corner, there was Aemond, in a fanciful suit of black and green with gold-embroidered scarf hung loosely around his neck, leaning and beaming as his violet eye watched the spectacle, and you on the platform, microphone on the podium, distress overwhelmed you, attempting to cooperate on various questions, concentrating. Accidentally eyeing on a one-eyed devil, a former prince regent to the Greens, only for him to withhold the possession of your thin lacy pink thong that was once clinging between your legs, with his tongue licking over his gleaming, fanged teeth.

“You may now suffer and keep your empty, prideful head high as you wish, but soon I shall have a taste of you, my little angel,” his thoughts penetrated in your head.

“What the—you fucking—”

The press conference grew in silence, cameras flashing. The crowd is in awe of your random reaction.

“Pardon me,” you uttered, cheeks reddened. “I’m still in quite state of shock since I have been taken to the hospital. Forgive me.”

“As the next president, what is your next move for the Aurora company?”

Several cameras clicked.

“Regarding to the AURORA company, nothing is set in stone. When the next project is ready, I’ll be the first person in the company to inform you and the media. That will be all.” Bowed, you stepped off the stage.

Your back inclined to a bow and left, leaving the press rowdy, bombarding you with questions, questions that involved and regarded to personal affairs with your ex-fiance and the CEO of EDEN company.

Meanwhile, Aemond’s mischievous smile grew, taking the scenery in.

And the only thing he could utter, within a crowded noise was—

“This…should be interesting.”

Tucking your rosy light-laced underwear in his pocket, saving his dessert for last as he watched you disappear through the doors.

~~~

“I want my underwear back, you asshole.” Stomping outside the AURORA building with heavy huff. Pink heels clicking the pavement as you went your way to the wide parking lot.

Aemond’s violet eye flickered. “Only if you say “please”.”

“Fuck no. Give it to me! What if I have blood on my thong, are you still going to play yourself?”

“A deal’s a deal, Miss President. Keep this up, you’ll get more scandal,” he reminded, his teeth gleamed.

“I thought you said you’re going to help me, not humiliate me. I almost cussed out to hundreds of paparazzis and reporters because of your perverted ass! Don’t tell me you also have my bra?” Pulling the fabric, you spotted your croquette lace bra shielded your chest beneath the pink office suit.

“This is rather fun. I’d rather have this, than a formal way of ending the conference. Dare, I must say you have an exquisite taste in wearing these contraptions you women covered your maidenhood.”

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

Aemond’s platinum hair swayed. “Your face is quite amusing. Don’t get yourself hurt, Miss President. Otherwise, you’ll get sick from your anger issues.”

Raising your fist, the mark on your wrist glowed. Bemused, Aemond clicked his tongue as he stopped your motion with his hand caught your marked wrist, his other hand—still holding your thong—his index finger swished, his tongue clicked. “Ah, ah, ah, that’s not how our deal supposed to go, little angel.”

“Go to—”

“Hell?” Aemond’s brow flicked. “But I’m already here.”

Then he released you; the mark went black as he successfully dodged your punch before giving him a menacing glare, marching down at the sports car.

As you went your back to the car—Vhagar—Aemond began with, “So, what are you going to do now, Miss President? Are you going to let yourself fall, or are you going to give them hell?”

You didn’t look at him in the eye. “I want to go back to my apartment and rest. And don’t you dare talk inside my head! It’s creepy enough as it is. It makes me think you’re Voldemort instead of Prince Aemond of House Targaryen.”

His brow flicked. “Who’s Voldemort?”

“Your twin!”

“I don’t have a twin. Besides, I’d rather be the eldest child in the family.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, just take me back to my apartment.”

Aemond hummed. “As you wish, Miss President. When an angel is there, a devil also is present. Never forget.”

“Never forget also the you’re my bitch.”

“On the contrary, my dear,” he sneered. “A Devil is no slave to anyone.”

“And I’m an Heiress to the AURORA company. Therefore you’re my bitch—Heiress’s Bitch.”

Huffing, both you and Aemond then mounted inside the sports vehicle, Aemond geared his shift and stirred the wheel to a sharp turn, maneuvering right then swerved on the road.

A first step to hell has commenced.

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias - Be Mine Part 1/3

⚠️ +18 ⚠️

You have been warned, Ruben is the villain in this story! 👹

Anon asked: hey, have you ever written a story like ruben having an affair with his teammate's girlfriend?

No, but here is a try!

Enjoy!

He's doesn't deserve her, Ruben thought. Bernardo is not treating her the way he could treat her.

"What are you doing Dias, give it here!"

"Huh?" Ruben snapped out of his day dreaming. He found himself on the football pitch, Bernardo in his silly gloves and benie, demanding that Ruben pass him the ball.

"No! You idiot."

Ruben chuckled watching his friend run after the ball where he sent it flying over his head.

"You know, one day I'll get you back."

It was the end of training. He and Bernardo joined their teammates heading towards the dressing rooms.

"Keep dreaming." Ruben grabbed Bernardo's neck and squeezed it knowing his friend hated when he tormentented him this way.

"Awww!" He squeled, begging Ruben to let him go.

It was too easy, breaking him down. Another reason why Ruben thought that Bernardo didn't deserve her. Ines deserved someone who could protect her, someone strong. Like him.

"Dias!"

Both Ruben and Bernardo jumped at the shout of their coach. "Let him go!" He said, wagging a finger at Ruben to walk with him.

"Oh oh, someone's in trouble." Bernardo grinned at the fact.

"Shut up!" Ruben shoved Bernardo towards the dressing room, joining his coach who wanted a moment of Ruben's time.

"You play like shit, I hope you're aware of this?"

The two had barley made a lap around the football pitch before coach handed him the rough but honest truth.

"What's on your mind son, have I not given you everything you need to succeed?"

Ruben's coach insited on speaking to him in Portuguese. Another one of his bonding methods. One that Ruben found difficult since his coach Portuguese sounded worse than a person attempting to speak the language after two weeks of Dualingo lessons.

"I'm sorry coach, I promise to do better." Ruben nodded, convinced that he could improve.

"Whatever is on your mind lately, let it go." His coach put a pin to their little chat with this demand. Ruben returned to the dressing rooms only to find it empty. It was Friday,  everyone had a rush to be somewhere after training. Ruben however, had nowhere to go.

"How did it go?"

"Fuck Bernardo! You scared me."

Ruben had gotten undressed, ready to hit the showers, when his friends head pocked through the dressing room door.

"Sorry. I was just wondering if he gave you a hard time? Worse than last time?"

"Nah, he just told me that I played like shit." Ruben draped a towel around his waist, shivering with the draft that Bernardo caused by holding the door open.

"Sorry." Bernardo said, notcing his friend trembles. He shut the door behind him, joining Ruben in the dressing room. "Last time was worse." He said sitting down.

Ruben shrugged. "It really doesn't matter, he is right."

"Don't say that."

"Be honest Bernardo, I haven't been able to get around the game like I used to. Coach isn't the only one to have noticed, it has effected the whole teams performance."

Silence fell in the dressing room. Bernardo looked to ponder the words that had been said. He came to a decision of his own. "It's just a slip on soap." He shrugged.

"A what?" Ruben did not comprehend what was going on in his friends mind. No one really did.

"A slip on soap." He repeated. "My grandad used to say that when you slip on soap you're pretty much helpless, inevitably anticipating your own fall. But once you're down all you can do is get up again, no?"

"Right." Ruben said, not really sure what he was agreeing to.

Bernardo stood. "Whatever you're going through is just a slip on soap. You'll get up eventually." He pushed open the dressing room door and turned back to look at Ruben. "Ines is celebrating her friends birthday tonight. I'm alone with the baby. Why won't you come over, help babysit?"

Ruben nodded, hiding his smile.  "Alright, I'll see you later than."

"See you later and don't eat anything before you come. You know Ines, she might kill us both if we don't enjoy her cooking."

"I'll make sure to avoid it."

Ruben was happy to finally hit the showers. He stood rinsing his hair. The thought of seeing Ines tonight put a lasting smile on his face. Looking down he realized that all of him was excited to see her. However, he'd have to find a way to control himself around Bernardo. Ruben washed the foam out of his hair, grabbing a hold of the shaft of his hard dick. He began jerking off. Slow than fast. The thought of Ines flooded his mind. Sinful thoughts, thoughts he'd hope to entertain tonight.

Part 2

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

lietrus is funny to me because it doesn't even have to be romantic or platonic it's just rus tormenting a random lithuanian man and not letting him get pussy

YEAH you get me👹👹👹

i like them as a platonic side dish to lietbel specifically... because in my head it'd be like "no way you're actually fine with me dating your sister, where's the 'you hurt her and i hurt you' speech?" "tolys, if it was the other sister yes, but belarus can hurt you so much worse than i can😊 good luck bestie ill be praying for you."

[celestialcrowley]

Doctor Who Season Two: Ginger’s Edition

The Christmas Invasion

Under the cut because it’s a long post

*Crashes into buildings and trash cans* Nice landing. Done with style.

“Merry Christmas!” *passes out*

“Anything else he’s got two of?” Jackie! 😂

Oh, look at that. Slaying Santas and Tormenting Trees.

“I’m gonna get killed by a Christmas tree!”

“I need … I need … I need … I need … I need … I need … I need … I need … I NEEEED YOU TO SHUT UP!” 👹

*going through it* “Why is there an apple in my dressing gown?”

Harriet Fucking Jones!

“Come on, sweetheart.” Alright, Jackie is a character and definitely has a caring side, but please let him rest.

He DIED?

“I would imagine it’s called a teleport.” Woah, I felt that sass through my computer. Bless this woman.

He’s BACK? Wait…

HE IS BACK!

“I wanted to be ginger. I could have been ginger.”

“I DON’T KNOOOW!” 👹

“Am I funny?” Yes.

“What have we got here? Blood?” *licks it* “Yeah. Definitely blood.”

Everyone: Don’t touch that button. The Doctor: I’m gonna touch that button.

Rose: Look out! The Doctor: Oh, yeah, that helps. Wouldn’t have thought that otherwise, thanks! 🤣

“You cut my hand off.” *regenerates it*

WITCHCRAFT. Time Lord.

“This new hand is a fightin’ hand.”

What a level of chaos this man is. I love him.

[lovesick-feelings]

Good day, can you please make a yandere headcannon on Nightmare from Fnaf 4? And your style…wow, it's just something, so cute and so creepy in its own way:0

Nightmare was a really hard character to think of. Probably cause he was the last animatronic I was expecting anyone to have as their fav (*ΦωΦ*) But thank you for requesting as always! I really appreciate it!! (ᅌᴗᅌ)

Note: For people, mostly children, who become afraid of animatronics in the pizzeria, seeing nightmare animatronics at night is not an uncommon occurrence. They are supposed to be like ghosts who haunt children after they sense fear. Their main goal is to bring fear to kids as that is what gives them their strength. These beings can transfer into the physical and dream world. They do not stop until the child has grown out of their fear. Only in extreme cases such as near-death experiences would Nightmare be seen as he represents death.

➳ Your case was unique, to say the least. Not only was Nightmare sent to seal your fate, but you were the first older person he was sent to kill. Most of the time Nightmare finds himself going after the souls of children. He didn't mind, it piqued his interest how someone your age would've been scared of cutesy robotic animatronics.

➳ As he watched you defend yourself from the other nightmares, he couldn't help but enjoy the show you were putting on for him. You were smart (as in you never cried to anybody for help) and quick to pick up their games yet you still expressed the same amount of fear.

➳ It's amazing how cute humans can be when they struggle to keep one eye open and finally give in to deep slumber after so many sleepless nights. Those nights where you give in, he would allow no activity. As sadistic as he is, he also enjoys the beauty of your calm state. Nightmare can't help but gently play with your hair and watch your chest heaving with each breath you take.

➳ Officially takes up stalking as a new hobby 😃. Most notably at night when you see a pair of two red eyes quickly disappear into the shadows or when you hear deep echoed laughter after making it to 6 am. He isn't even supposed to be there yet still uses the excuse of “keeping you in suspense”. This not only leaves you paranoid but also confuses the rest of the nightmares haunting you.

N. Fredbear: ₩ⱧɎ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ ł₦₮ɆⱤ₣ɆⱤł₦₲ ₩ⱧɆ₦ ł₮'₴ ₦Ø₮ ₮ⱧɆłⱤ ₮ł₥Ɇ ɎɆ₮?

Nightmare: ₴₮₣Ʉ 👹

N. Fredbear: 😶

➳ At some point, your friends/ family are getting worried. The lack of sleep and paranoia has taken a toll on you and it shows. So how does Nightmare take "strangers" trying to approach you? Well, killing them of course! They won't be able to even take a breath your way before Nightmare shreds them into pieces and gobbles them whole. Oh don't worry, he won't let you watch, y’know, since he's so nice and considerate of you.

➳ By the time the horrible life or death situation happens, you are imminently faced against him. When he finally sees your frazzled look through the door from all the crying and sleepless nights, he starts to pity you. He’s never done it before, but maybe he can make a few changes to your fate.

➳ Now that you are completely in his claws, it's time to decide what to do. No need to look so upset he's brought a proposition just for you! Regardless of his intimidating looks, it's his formal and collected approach to you that takes you by surprise. Be his forever and you’ll get the second chance you fought so hard for.

Now there are two outcomes to this

➳ You accept. Obviously, he is pleased with your answer. He’d expected nothing less from his clever little dear. It quickly becomes uncomfortable when he stretches his claws to take you into a hug? Or at least an attempt at a hug, since you had to distance yourself from his stomach’s mouth mf really started chuckling at that 💀

➳ Pros! You're alive and able to fully recover quicker than you thought! Cons, you’re traumatized and the nightmares are still in your life. Luckily, they don't torment you as much, only giving you harmless jumpscares. Nightmare himself is a permanent part of your life now that you agreed to be his. Behold his possessiveness of you in full glory as he proceeds to maul anyone and everyone who goes against you. He is willing to give you whatever you desire but don't think he won't expect anything back.

“ ₵Ø₥Ɇ ĐɆ₳Ɽ, ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₴Ø ₥Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₮Ø ₥₳₭Ɇ Ʉ₱ ₣ØⱤ ₳₣₮ɆⱤ ₳ⱠⱠ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ⱠØ₴₮ ₮ł₥Ɇ\~"

➳ You decline. You know you fucked up when he starts laughing. Before you could even comprehend what is going on he immediately has his claws around your neck. Twisting until a loud snap filled the room. It’s such a shame you wasted such a valuable opportunity that most would kill to have. No matter it's not like you're going anywhere. Just because you're dead doesn't mean you're allowed to go to the afterworld; he's keeping you with him for the ride. A ghost that's forever forced to stay by his side and witness each soul he takes.

“Ɇ₦ØɄ₲Ⱨ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ₮ⱧɆ ₮Ɇ₳Ɽ₴ Đ₳ⱤⱠł₦₲\~ ɎØɄ ₭₦Ø₩ ₮Ⱨł₦₲₴ ₩ØɄⱠĐ₦’₮ ₮ɄⱤ₦ɆĐ ØɄ₮ ₮Ⱨł₴ ₩₳Ɏ ł₣ ɎØɄ ₳₵₵Ɇ₱₮ɆĐ ₥Ɇ ₣ⱤØ₥ ₮ⱧɆ ฿Ɇ₲ł₦₦ł₦₲”

[sleepytwilight]

How would arcana twilight react to reader being mean towards their older siblings because theyre (mc) is the second choice in the family

Good one 🤔 I'm the oldest sister and my siblings tormented me so💀- anyway! Ahem 👹 [pls forgive me. Do not argue- I am oldest sister and yeah I used to be the first choice in family- and my siblings hated me so this is kinda my perspective 💀]

Arcana Twilight Characters meeting your older sibling in mid-eartheim. You treat your older sibling coldly while your older sibling treat you kindly

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Arcturus will try to understand your reason. He get along with everyone so he will get along with your older sibling and try to get you and your older sibling have a good terms :>. Though, he found out the reason why you being cold towards your older sibling but that doesn't justify your actions, so he kinda sad about it. [probably going to put you and your oldest sibling in fake life danger so you guys can confess how much you cared for each other before die-]

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Spica will be shocked. You are very kind to everyone in Neb Eula but seeing you being mean to your oldest sibling disappointed him a bit. He found out you're a second choice in family and he tried his best to understand, he doesn't take your side or your oldest sibling side. [He blames the parents-] of course he will comfort you and tells you that your actions is wrong-

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Pollux [with shocked pikachu meme] will absolutely take your side- he used to be compared by his twin, Castor and your situation reminds him of that. It sad him that you act mean to your oldest sibling and advise you that you shouldn't act harshly to them.

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Alpheratz really don't want to meddle into your family issues. He knows you have your own reasons to be mean toward your oldest sibling. He advised you to not hold grudge on your oldest sibling because it will just lead to pain. [he slapped the parents]

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Sirius is amused. Rare to see you being mean to anyone else expect for him. It's entertaining to him that you can act differently especially to your own bloods. Tease you about your envy towards your oldest sibling and joking about the second choice child at you. [threatened your parents to treat you and your sibling equally-]

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Vega being that awkward dude in the party- it surprised him on how you acted toward your oldest sibling. He lost his family along time ago and was raised by a sorcerer, seeing you acted mean to your oldest sibling make him having mixed feelings for you. After knowing you're a second choice in family, he still doesn't justify your actions. You should not care about people who made you be the second choice, focus on your own happiness and cut ties with your family! [he slaps your parents too]

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[A/N: fun fact, I quiet don't understand the ask but eh-💀]

[furrbbyx]

M👹NSTER March Day 6: Eldritch (Aladdin retelling)

Lucky me I already had something going for day 6 so here's the outline for a re-telling of Aladdin because I really like that tale and because I wanted to write about hot eldritch entity getting pussy'd down in one of my favorite stories.

SFW-ish. No seggs.

cw: using prisoners as zombies, mentions sex, death, scheming, yandere vibes, Jafar

Do not reproduce, do not copy.

Approx 1000 words

so Jafar is not only the advisor he is also a man obsessed with arcane magic and bringing men back to life so that they can go into the cave of dreams for him and get the lamp.

He ends up killing Aladdin, a very poor man who get put in prison for stealing bread.

Jafar loves prisoners. Homoerotic

Jafar is able to bring back the man back to life, this time his incantations and embalming ritual work, but it turns him in to an eldritch horror of a bare skull, eyes of red black fire, various visible ligaments and muscles from areas where skin has sloughed off. He's only alive for a few moments, stumbling around and screaming in agony before he slumps to the floor, seeming dead again. 

So they throw out his body but he revives and returns to his life somewhat, hiding under many clothes and a cloak that shields his head while he tries out some of the powers he's compelled to use. He kills, he torments, he's a bad immoral hottie who's testing the limits of his power. He roams the streets until the deaths and rumors of his form haunting dark alleys start to raise alarms in the city.

He's surviving tho.

Enter Princess Jamsin who decides to roam the streets to calm the citizens. Stalked by Yandere Aladdin.

He's captured again for some reason and then Jafar becomes even more unhinged and violent at the discovery. With out hesitation he ends up forcing Aladdin to go to the cave for his chance at freedom.

Aladdin doesn't immediately kill Jafar because he's seeking more power as well. There's a gnawing urge to devour everything arcane and then destroy the universe inside him.

Because of some complications Jafar and his minions think he dies inside. Aladdin is trapped and finding it hard to control his eldritch nature. In fact bloodlust, fury, and cunning overpower his flesh. He can also change to have his skin normal but doesn't gain that power until he leaves the cave.

So in the cave he actually find that it's not filled to the brim with precious metals and goods, it's filled with scrolls of knowledge. He basically cums so hard when he realizes this and he stays there for days. He finds the lamp and the djinn. 

The Djinn can sense the horrors of Aladdin and is honestly afraid of him, yet he still tries to trick his way out of the deal by doing some Calcifer bull shit (? steal his heart?). Idk there's something there. I need to come up with something tricky.

Anyway he makes a wish/they leave the cave and ensconce themselves in a nice apartment in the merchant side of town as high class tourists. While he's been gone (weeks?) Jafar's creations have been causing out right panic and a curfew.

Children, grandfathers, guards, all disappear and no one ever sees the creature. Lots of iron starts going up around the city causing an issue for both Aladdin and the djinn.

Aladdin has def dom/sub issues with Jafar and plans to seek him out by getting an invitation to the palace, when the royalty decides it's still going to host a traditional fete to keep the citizens happy. Obvs a masked affair where he can stalk Jasmin again.

Jasmin has been studying how to defeat monsters ever since Aladdin started haunting the fucking place. She spends her time sparring and going out with the guards, becoming a real hard ass, and suspicious of Jafar. She's at the ball to spy  and to test her new acid on any creature that may try to ruin the ball.

Immediately when Aladdin and her meet she' suspicious. Of course on of Jafar's horrors does crash the ball and she melts him. Kick ass fighting scene (needs research), then melt his ass.

Aladdin is alarmed by her, and the iron bb's she has embedded under her skin, and her quick mind, so he flees in the panic. Regroups and gets an invitation to court to help them deal with the issue threatening the kingdom's peace. He's fully human seeming, but still hiding under the cloaks and a face veil. V. sexy.

Ends up getting paired with Jasmin's task group, duh. They patrol but it's quiet for a week or two while Jafar lays low. Maybe he's moving his operation to avoid Jasmin? This gives Aladdin time to get under her skin. They are bratty to each other because neither wants to back down. But she def initiates things with him. They fuck for days, pretending to be locked away and working on a solution. She mounts him like...all the time I mean she is doming him like nobody's business. Bu in the end it's to get him off guard and trap him.

She suspects it's him because he showed up out of nowhere and because she can sense something off. Maybe it's the way he avoids her iron studded skin. Maybe its the fact that he doesn't breathe when he sleeps (she has a dream that he's dead next to her, kind of golem/jinni)and wakes up to find him like the dead.

Annnnnnywayyy.

The attacks start up again and this time they are in the palace. One attempt on the king which causes an argument with the lovers?

Jafar is angling for power and he breaks into the fancy place Aladdin and the Djinn are renting to steal the Djinn. He plans to raise an undead prisoner army to overthrow the king and then invade the neighboring country. So he has the djinn create the correct formula but he forgets to ask for a way to control them?

Anyway some sort of race against time, Aladdin shows his real self , very horrific and no longer able to control his morality. He just kills whatever and attempts to yandere kidnap Jasmin

Idk exactly how this will end because obv Aladdin can't go back to being a good guy. The Djinn and him become friends and are still very much deviants. But how will Jasmin fit in (homg threesome? two unholy spirit cocks? tentacles!). Eh maybe they decide to become monster hunters and travel the continent after the kingdom is basically destroyed in a a wizard fight. That way Aladdin can still amass power and keep Jasmin for his pervy possessive tendencies.

Eventually he will destroy that realm and seek out others. 

But yeah. That's a good one. Thanks brain. 

[nneon-leonn]

AHHH! Welcome back fellow terrapin! I know I’m like… two months late but side blogs can’t follow apparently.

Since the last time I left an ask, we’ve gained a Leo fictive ourselves. So now I have to put up with his ass everyday. /aff

I’m stealing the idea of putting stickers on his shell. I’m going to MAKE stickers in the inner world just to torment him 👹

-⚙️ Donatello

FHWHDHWH AMAZING GET HIS ASS

donnie’s and leo’s, forever at sibling war 😌😌😌 tell him i say hi!!! nardos unite 😎😎

PEOPLE KEEP DOING IT TO ME

IVE GOT A KICK ME STICKER EXACTLY IN THE MIDDLE OF MY SHELL

I CANT REACH IT

and a little stuck google eyes on my shell 💔💔💔 but it’s ok it’s funny

[fieryjeannearchives]

About the Hyakki Yako Collab✨

Hyakki Yagyō or Hyakki Yakō (“Night Parade of the Hundred Demons”) is a concept from Japanese folklore that refers to a parade composed of hundreds of types of yōkai.

🧜‍♀️ Kohaku seems to be a Ningyo or Amabie

A Ningyo (“human fish”) is a creature with both human and fish-like features. Though often translated as "mermaid", the term is technically not gender-specific and may include the "mermen".

An Amabie is a legendary Japanese mermaid or merman with a bird-beak-like mouth and three legs or tail-fins, who allegedly emerges from the sea, prophecies either an abundant harvest or an epidemic, and instructs people to make copies of its likeness to defend against illness.

👻 Suika seems to be a Zashiki-warashi

Zashiki-warashi ("parlor child") are spirit-like beings that are said to be yokai that live in parlors or storage rooms, that perform pranks, and that people who see one would be visited with good fortune.

🦁🐶 Kinro & Ginro could be Komainu

Komainu, often called lion-dogs in English, are statue pairs of lion-like creatures, which traditionally guard the entrance or gate of the shrine, or placed in front of or within the honden (inner sanctum) of Japanese Shinto shrines.

🦊 Gen looks like a Kitsune

Kitsune ("fox spirits") possess abilities that increase as they get older and wiser. They can shapeshift and some stories speak of them employing this ability for trickery, but others portray them as faithful guardians, friends, and lovers.

👹 Senku could be an Oni

Oni are creatures from Japanese folklore that share many similarities with Western demons and ogres. Their function is to punish and torment those who are evil and unjust. Thus, there are bad Oni, but there are also good ones that symbolize protection.

🐉 Ryusui seems to be either a Ryūjin or a Kirin

Ryūjin ("Dragon God") was the tutelary deity of the sea in Japanese mythology. Many versions had him with the ability to transform into a human shape, the knowledge of medicine, and the power to bring rain and thunder.

The kirin (qilin, chilin, or quilin) is a hybrid horned ungulate (lion body, fish skin, and deer horns) from Chinese mythology, which is said to appear in conjunction with the arrival of a wise man. He is often depicted as having flames all over his body.

🦦Chrome appears to be a Kamaitachi

Kamaitachi appear riding on dust devils and cut people using their sickle-like front claws, delivering sharp, painless wounds. Their name is a combination of the words “itachi” (“weasel”), and “kama” (“sickle”).

🐈 Ukyo looks like a Nekomata

The Nekomata (“forked cat”) is a cat with supernatural abilities. It imitates the actions of humans, standing on two legs and walking upright thanks to the support of its forked tail. However, they cannot transform into human.

🐦‍⬛ Hyoga seems like a Tengu

Tengu (“Heavenly Dog”) are considered a type of yōkai or Shinto kami. The Tengu were originally thought to take the forms of birds of prey and a monkey deity, and they were traditionally depicted with human, monkey, and avian characteristics.

💀 Tsukasa could be a Yūrei

Yūrei are thought to be spirits separated from a peaceful life after death due to something that happened to them in life, lack of a proper funeral ceremony, or by committing suicide; for which they wander like souls in pain.

[featherlouise]

having so many hfk lurien thoughts rn.. he's my favourite dreamer after all! first up i hate the mfs that make his love for tpk his entire personality - personally i think lurien's feelings for him are purely platonic but anyway. he has personality!! and he was evidently very important, possibly second only to root and wyrm if you think about the context clues (the entirety of the spire is essentially his house while not even the soul master has that with the soul sanctum, he's one of few bugs to have statues that aren't grave-statues, he has a multitude of evidently highly trained knights simply to guard his body, etc, that man was POWERFUL) and just!! lurien my love. anyway to be specific, after that whole incident lurien's trust in tpk just absolutely tanks. he'd agreed to be a dreamer on the basis that hollow was. well. *hollow*, and they weren't and now he feels a sort of self-loathing that he would have played a part in their torment. for the first week or so after their death he refuses to even look at him, let alone speak - lurien strikes me as someone with a very strict, tight moral code, like herrah, and that along with the fact i headcanon him to gain grudges easily and have a hard time letting those same grudges go would Not factor well yk! - 👹

Ohohoho I love some conflict!!

Imma be honest, I have absolutely ZERO idea how to characterise Lurien, but I love ur interpretation of him!! I never really thought about what the sheer size of his tower would mean for his place in society, so it’s really cool to think about how powerful he must’ve been!!

And yea! I don’t think ANYONE would be happy with PK, ESPECIALLY those who now believe they’ve been lied to about PV’s whole,, being alive-ness