#trying to stay plant based this is just painful and hard

[fibrofuck]

can I even stay plant based if I can't eat nightshades, fermented foods, cashews, almonds, pistachios, soy, spinach, avocado, mushrooms, canned foods, vinegar, leftovers, citrus, yeast, anything from the ocean will cause some reaction, most fillers as well, and more??? I'm having an incredibly hard time

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Sex pollen!Bucky Barnes one shot

What a weird night.  Another mission blowing up an old Hydra base, ransacking it for information before the explosion.  You and Bucky had been scouring emptied shelves and desks.  All computers and hard drives had already been wiped clean.  As you explored you found a lone flower in a pot, sitting in the middle of an exam table in an abandoned lab.  

“What is this?” you wondered out loud, walking closer to the flower but not daring to touch it.  It looked otherworldly, a color that you could only describe as indigo with iridescent anthers that seemed to glow as you came closer.  You took a picture and sent it to headquarters.  A video call quickly came back within seconds of you sending the picture.

“Hey Shuri, what am I looking at?” you asked.

“DON’T TOUCH IT!  GET AWAY FROM IT!” she yelled, her eyes bulging through the screen.  You quickly stepped back, staring at it in fear.

“What the hell is going on?  What is it?” 

“We don’t have a name for it here on earth, the only way I can describe it is an alien aphrodisiac.  The anthers on it will shoot out a dust that will make the one who breathes it extremely aroused to the point that if they don’t…copulate quickly it could cause dangerously high heart palpitations, abdominal pain, even psychotic breaks.  It can severely hurt or even kill you.”

“An alien aphrodisiac?” you asked dumbly, staring at the flower again.  It was beautiful, and you could feel a strange pull to go up to it and desire to touch it.  Thankfully you had some sense of self-preservation.  “Okay, what do we do with it?”

“Just get out of there and blow the place.  The explosion should be enough to kill the plant.  I don’t know how Hydra was able to get one, but there’s a reason they left it behind.”

“Jesus, okay, we’re on it.  I’ll report back soon,” you ended the call then tried to get hold of Bucky.  “Buck, can you hear me?” you said, hitting the earbud in your ear.  Nothing.  You left the room, walking down the corridor to another side of the base to try to get a better signal.

“Bucky, do you read me?” you called more loudly.  You heard nothing but static.  “Dammit,” you grumbled.  You tried your phone since you’d been able to get hold of Shuri.  After two rings he answered the video call.

“Hey doll, where are you?” he asked, a strange glowing behind him.  Your eyes widened at the color of the glow. 

“Buck, where are you?”

He turned, showing the lab you were just in.  “This old lab, there’s this weird looking flower in here, we should probably bag it up and bring it in for testing,” he said, reaching a hand out to the flower.

“Bucky NO!” you screamed at your phone, already running back down the corridor.

It was too late.  A large puff of indigo dust poofed from the flower’s anthers, surrounding Bucky and making him cough violently.  By the time you reached the lab he was on his knees, dry heaving as the dust seemed to magically disappear into his skin.  

“Shit,” you swore, running in and pulling him away from the flower.  “We have to get out of here.  Did you set all the charges?”

Bucky was unresponsive, still coughing and holding his stomach as he tripped over his feet as you dragged him out of the room.  You grunted as you pulled him along back down the corridor, his arm hung over your shoulder.  

“Come on Buck, stay with me,” you reached a hand up and grabbed his chin to make him focus on you.  “Did you set the charges?!”

“Yeah,” cough, “yeah I got it,” his arm around your shoulder seemed to tighten as he doubled over in pain, his face getting dangerously close to yours, like he was nuzzling your cheek with his nose.  “What the fuck was that thing?”

“Ugh, I’ll explain once we’re out,” you ignored his close proximity, pulling him through the halls until you finally found the entrance, quickly loading yourselves into the quinjet.  As you placed him into a chair and buckled him in you noticed a sheen of sweat along his hairline.  You gingerly placed a hand on his forehead.  He was burning up.  “Shit,” you swore again.  When you turned away to start the jet Bucky groaned.

“Don’t, don’t leave me,” Bucky begged, his eyes screwed shut.  His metal hand was warping the arm of the chair.

“I’m right here, Buck, just gotta get us in the air,” you placate him, getting the jet moving then turning to him again.  “Where’s the remote for the charges?”

Bucky shifted in his seat, reaching towards his pants pocket but fumbling as his fingers trembled.  You quickly reached down and dipped your hand into his pocket.  Bucky moaned loudly as you touched him so close to his cock, which you just noticed was straining against his pants.  He still had the sense to look embarrassed as your eyes flashed to his face when he moaned, but you pretended like nothing happened as you took the remote and once you were a good distance away detonated the charges.  A loud boom reverberated as you flew away, taking out the base and the alien flower.

As you sank into the other chair and took a breath you called Shuri again.

“Shuri, it’s done, but we have a bit of a problem,” you started when her face showed up on the screen.

“Oh please don’t say what I think you’re going to say,” she pleaded, looking worried.

“Bucky wasn’t with me when I called you, so he didn’t know to stay away from the flower, and by the time I tried calling him there was no reception so I wasn’t able to tell him before he got too close to it.  It blew right in his face and now he’s–”

“Ungh!” Bucky moaned again, his flesh hand palming himself through his pants.  “What is this?  God, it burns everywhere!”

“Oh Bast,” Shuri swore.  “What are his symptoms?”

You stood back up, walking over to Bucky as he writhed in his chair.  “Sweating profusely, high temperature, abdominal pains…hey Buck, open your eyes, look at me,” you directed him.  He quickly responded to your voice, his eyes looking wild as he stared at you.  “Pupils are dilated, and uh, well, some major arousal from what I can see,” you finished quickly, looking away from his debauched gaze.  

“Damn, and it all started immediately upon breathing in the dust?” Shuri asked quickly, her body turned towards a screen that she was typing on.

“Yes, he was choking and dry heaving on it, and it seemed to, I don’t know, seep into his skin?  It was crazy,” you rushed out.  You felt a tug on your shirt, looking down and seeing Bucky’s metal fingers pulling on the hem of your shirt, trying to pull you closer to him.  “And now he’s trying to touch me,” you stated plainly.  

Shuri sighed, turning away from the screen she was looking at.  “There’s nothing else that can help him.  He needs to have sex as soon as possible or else he will get worse and worse until his heart or mind gives out.  And seeing how much his mind has gone through in the last 80 years, you don’t have much time,” she remarked gravely.  “I’m sorry I don’t have any better answers for you.  This is something that we’ve never had to deal with before.”

You sighed, feeling Bucky’s fingers grab onto your thigh and pull you closer to him.  “I get it, Shuri, thanks.  Just…turn off the cameras and speakers for the jet, please?”

Shuri nodded with a pitiful smile on her face.  “You got it, good luck.”

You hung up your phone and set it on the other pilot chair.  You glanced back at Bucky and saw him crying as his metal fingers dug into your thigh.  “Oh Buck, it’s okay,” you sank down onto your knees in front of him, your fingers wiping his tears.  

He sniffed hard.  “No, it’s not.  This isn’t okay.  I didn’t want it like this, this doesn’t give either of us a choice,” he cried, his metal fingers now rubbing the back of your neck.  He didn’t seem to have control over what his hands were doing as his flesh hand pushed harshly against his cock.  “It’s not fair.”

You nodded, “You’re right, it’s not fair, it’s not right.  But I’m not going to let you die.  It’s okay,” you reached your hand up and cupped his cheek again with your palm, which he happily hung his head into.  “You’re my best friend, my mission partner, and I’m not going to lose you to some alien fucking flower.  I want to help you, do you hear me?”

Bucky looked in your eyes deeply, looking for any hesitation.  He didn’t find it.  “Buck, I want to,” you reassured him resolutely.  “I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear.  He ripped the seat buckle off of him and stood quickly, pulling you up harshly from the floor and towards the back of the quinjet where there were a couple of rooms for resting.  He picked the one with the bigger bed and shoved you through the door.  As much as this situation was dire, you were also secretly excited.  The feelings you’d tamped down as a childish crush were now coming full front as you peeled your mission suit off, kicking your boots off to a corner and then helping him get out of all the buckles and straps on his outfit.  Once you were both naked he wasted no time in cupping your face in his hands and kissing you.  The kiss was desperate, his fingers digging into the softness of your cheeks, his lips moving against yours then biting your lower lip.  You gasped and he took his opportunity to stick his tongue in your open mouth, tasting your tongue and swirling it with his.  His hands quickly traveled down your body, feeling his way over each hill and valley of your curves, settling his flesh hand on your breast, tweaking the nipple making you moan, and his metal hand kneading your ass.  Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.  

Bucky picked you up and heaved the both of you onto the mattress, gently seating himself between your legs.  His hard cock was nestled against your stomach, the contact making him rut against you.  He grunted as you bit his lip in return, another thrust against your core making you arch your back.  He slipped his flesh hand between your bodies and felt around your lower lips, feeling the slick already building up.  He moaned at how wet you were for him, using some of that slick on his thumb to bring it to your clit and rub you.  You arched again, your hips thrashing as he flicked your clit and rubbed you harshly.

“Gotta get you ready for me,” he murmured, looking down at you and watching as he dipped two fingers into your pussy while his thumb kept busy on your clit.  The fill of his fingers made you moan loudly, your mouth dropping open and hands digging into the sheets below you.  He pumped his fingers lazily, his thumb doing all the work.  You could feel the orgasm coming embarrassingly quickly, your hips gyrating against his hand.

“Oh god, Buck, I’m gonna cum, ungh,” your breath hitched as he flicked harder.  The snap in your core was sudden, a yelp falling from your lips as you came on his fingers.  He let you ride out the orgasm and the aftershocks, pulling his fingers out gently then bringing them up to his mouth and sucking on your juices.  His eyes rolled back in his head as he licked his fingers clean.  The scene almost made you cum again.

“Fuck, you taste divine, doll,” he growled.  “Next time I’m gonna eat you out and pull as many orgasms from you as I can with my mouth.”

“Next time?” you breathed.

Bucky nodded as he shifted his hips and gripped his cock, lining himself up with your pussy.  “Yeah, next time.  Been wanting you for so long, doll.  Although this isn’t the way I wanted it,” he paused as he pushed in slowly, making you gasp, “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.  Jesus, you’re tight!”

Your hands gripped his biceps, fingernails digging into his flesh arm.  You tried to relax as he pushed slowly, trying to let you adjust even though you could tell he was struggling to go slow.  The sweat was almost pouring off him now, his pupils dilated so much that his eyes looked almost completely black, his temperature even hotter than before.  You worried that if he didn’t cum soon he’d pass out.  He was trying to be careful, but he didn’t need careful, he needed relief.

“Buck,” you whined, swiveling your hips.  He buckled as you moved, falling to his elbows above you.  “Move, please.  Just use me, honey.  I can take it.”

“No,” Bucky grunted, “I don’t want to use you.  You deserve better.”

“I know, hun, I know, but that’s not what you need right now.  I need you to take me, please,” you ran your fingers through his hair then gripped it harshly, pulling his head up to look at you.  He whimpered at your rough treatment, his eyes widening.  “Fuck me, Bucky.  Fuck me hard.”

His eyes seemed to glaze over as they narrowed at your words.  His brow furrowed with determination as he moved himself to a different position, holding up your hips and lifting your legs over his hips.  “Yes, doll,” he answered through gritted teeth.  He then thrust into you violently, causing you to scream.  He set a punishing pace, savagely driving himself into you as he chased his high.  All you could do was hold on, your fingers grasping the sheets or his arms.  You could feel the building orgasm in the pit of your pelvis as he hit your g-spot over and over.  As your pussy fluttered around him he suddenly twisted you around, still inside you as he flipped you to your front and rutted into you from behind.  The sound of skin slapping skin and gasping breaths filled the cabin as you moaned, trying to keep your hips up as he drilled you into the mattress.

“Bucky, oh baby, yes!” you cried, tears starting to form in your eyes.  The new position made him reach even further inside you, making you see stars with each thrust.  Your peak kept getting higher and higher until you finally fell, screaming his name as you came around him.  Bucky shuddered as you came, your pussy convulsing around his cock, making him cum with a shout.  He kept thrusting into you as he pumped you full of his cum, mumbling your name repeatedly.  The flower dust had made him so incredibly horny that he kept cumming more than he normally would, making a mess as it overflowed from your pussy to the mattress below.

You both stilled as you calmed down from your highs, more dribbling out of you as you tried to regain your breathing.  Bucky slowly pulled out, a squelching noise coming from your pussy as you both groaned, more cum dripping from your aching hole.  You fell onto the mattress, your legs periodically shaking and arms splayed above your head.  Bucky laid on the mattress next to you, breathing heavily.  

After a few moments you shifted to your side facing Bucky.  His eyes were closed, his mouth open as he breathed, his hair matted to his forehead from all the sweating.  You reached out and moved some of his wet hair from his eyes.  His eyes fluttered open at the feeling of your fingers.  He looked at you with shining eyes, looking thoroughly fucked.  You giggled at him, and he gave you a lopsided smile back.

“You feel better?” you asked slyly.

“Yes,” he chuckled.  “Thank you, doll.  I’m sorry I put you in this position,” he started, moving to his side to face you as well.

“Buck, it’s okay–”

“Will you go out with me?” he asked hurriedly.  You blinked as your mind caught up to what he said.  He watched you carefully as you processed what was happening.

“Yeah,” you smiled softly, closing the distance between you and kissing his cheek.  It was very innocent considering you were both still naked.  He smiled and took your free hand in his, giving your fingers a squeeze then bringing them to his lips and gave them a kiss.  

“I know it’s too early, but um, I love you,” he confessed.  “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

Your smile widened, your hand squeezing his hand back.  “I love you, too, Buck.  Probably too much.”

Bucky recoiled, “What do you mean too much?  How could you love this,” he gestured to his body, “too much?”

You doubled over in laughter, slapping his chest as you straightened out after a minute.  “You’ve been hanging out with Sam too much,” you laughed, wiping your eyes.

He laughed along with you, grimacing at the sound of Sam’s name.  “Please don’t say Sam’s name while you’re naked in bed with me.  It just doesn’t feel right.”

You laughed again, this time trying to stifle it behind your hand.  “Okay, I’m sorry…Barnes,” you teased him.  His eyes narrowed at you.  “Or should I call you James?”  he minutely shook his head.  “Okay, how about…Sergeant?”  His eyes widened.  “Oooh, did I find a kink?” you giggled.  “How about, sir?”

Bucky pounced on you, encircling you in his arms and tickling your sides.  You squirmed against him as you screamed his name.

“That’s right, doll, that’s what I want to hear.  You screaming my name,” he growled in your ear as he let up on the tickling.  “Just Bucky is fine.”

“Haha, okay, okay…Bucky,” you said his name sensually.

Bucky moaned, rolling his eyes.  “Don’t start, or else we’re never leaving this cabin.”

“Who said I was ready to leave?” you teased him again, your fingers scratching down his chest.  His hips jutted forward as you flicked his nipples lightly.

“Okay, you asked for it,” he warned.  

[flowershines]

✰ REACTION: 69

{warnings} ⇨ smut, mentions of sex

HEESEUNG:

Placing your thighs on each side of his face his lips started to trail kisses closer to your heat, he blew on your cunt as he played with your clit, rubbing it in circles. Pulling his sweatpants down to his knees his cock also hit you in your face, he hissed at the sudden temperature difference on his dick but soon shut himself up by digging his face into your pussy. Your back arched as you immediately placed your lips on his tip giving it a small peck before you wrapped your lips around his base, he let out a grunt which sent vibrations causing an intense amount of pleasure to run through your body. He mumbled soft swears against your dripping cunt, you could make out small words such as an occasional “Fuck.” or “Gorgeous bitch.” and even. “So fucking good.” His hands traveled down to your ass giving it a painful slap cause a red mark to appear as you jolt forward, taking his cock deeper into your throat. He places both of his hands on the back of your head as he pushed you all the way down on his dick while his hips thrusted into you, your pussy clenching around nothing sent him over the edge causing him to cum down your throat.

JAY:

Licking from his base to his tip made him moan so as a way to even out everything he plunges his tongue deeply into your cunt, you had to pull off of his cock quickly to bite your lip to contain your loud moans while still stroking his dick. Pulling away from your heat he teased “What’s wrong baby? Can’t take it?” fastening your pace on his cock you replied back confidently, “You know I can.” he chuckled as he side to fingers into your entrance as his tongue slowly moved to your sweet spots. Shoving his cock in your mouth slowly getting closer and closer to his pelvis, taking every inch just like a good girl. His good girl. “Just like that baby, just like I taught you. So good for me.” His toes curled as he left your heat alone peaking his head to the side trying to get a view of your actions, his back slowly arched as his head threw back into the pillow. Quickly grabbing the pillow he slammed it onto his face and loudly moaned into it, no matter how hard the pillow tried to muffle his moans it was no help for his it almost sounded like his moans were running through every inch of the room. “Oh… yes.” He whispered as he pulled his face away from the pillow, he placed his hand on your head as his fingers fiddled with your hair.

JAKE:

Ever since the idea came across your mind it had never left, scared to tell your boyfriend that you want to pleasure him while he gives you pleasure. But he eventually found out. “Come on baby…” he said laying down on the bed adjusting on the pillows “… take a seat.” staying in your spot you looked down at your hands “Jake?” he looked up concerned “Yes gorgeous?” sitting up as his hands reached up towards your chin making your eyes look into his. “Can you be on top? I want you to fuck my throat, please.” His lips started to form into a pout due to your cuteness by such a lewd sentence, he rubbed his thumb on your cheek and kissed your temple. “Of course gorgeous.” He kissed your lips wrapping his hand around your back as he lowered you onto the bed, he flipped himself over as he placed his thighs over your head as the bulge in his pants seemed very inviting. He pulled his plants off as he rubbed his finger over his tip then pushed his cock deep into your mouth, his hand went straight to your breast while softly playing with it as he kissed his way to your dripping cunt. His hips softly moved into your mouth, you rested your hands into his hips as you guided his hips into the motions. Placing your hand on his ass you gave it a soft squeeze then harshly slapped it, his whole body shot up as it pushed his cock deeper into your mouth. His body shuttered from the pleasure of everything overwhelming him, feeling a warm liquid run down your throat you were surprised at the fact he came from you smacking his ass.

SUNGHOON:

“Take that fucking cock.” His hips rutted into your mouth as he dug deeper into your cunt, the feeling of his chin moving with his mouth sent waves of pleasure to your pussy causing it to clench around his tongue. “Fuck princess, wish my cock was in you right now.” He growled as he kissed your pussy, “Princess go deeper on that cock, I know you can. Make me cum.” you took out his cock from your mouth as you kissed his balls then his v- line while you lead your tongue from his base slowly making your way to his tip. “Pull that shit again… ” He warned “Take that ducking cock.” grabbing your hair as he made you shove his cock in your mouth taking it down all the way til k your nose was about to reach his balls. Gagging on him only made his pleasure better, you tried to get up only to be followed by another gag. Tapping his thigh he let go of your head as he praised you for letting him take control of you like that, “Let me know if it ever gets to be too much.” he grabbed your hips and tried to pull them down further closer to his face. “Hoonie if you pull me down anymore I’ll practically be sitting on your face.” He chuckled “Exactly princess, sit on my face. Shut me up.” “But I don’t want to squi-” he interrupted “Y/n, i’m gonna stop you right there. You act like you sitting on my face is a bad thing plus I rather die be suffocated by your cunt more than anything else.”

SUNOO:

“Just like that, love.” One of his hands was wrapped around your waist as his arm reached towards the opposite side, his other hand slid down towards your head resting it softly on you. Occasionally his fingers would make small movements to play with your hair which would not only make you moan from the pleasure of him eating you out but as well as the relaxation of him playing with your hair, whenever you would moan he would have to buck his hips away from your mouth not wanting to cum before you. He always puts your pleasure before his even if he is about to cum. “Love slow down, i’m not going anywhere.” He chuckled at your eagerness to pleasure him, you started to slow down but eventually your pace quickened one more. His tongue would not stop lapping around your dripping core and he fingered you, you clenching around his fingers only drove him more wild. He could not be any more obsessed with you, he loves you with all of his heart. “Love if you don’t stop soon i’m gonna cum.” His hand on your head moved all of your hair to one side so he can slightly see you if he turned his head a curtain way. “Y/nnie don’t do that, I don’t wanna cum just yet.” He whined as he started to work faster on your cunt hoping that if he did cum soon you would cun with him.

JUNGWON:

“At least try to be quiet baby.” The members had been in there dorm rooms for over an hour now but that never stops your boyfriend’s dick from getting what it wants, originally you were sucking him off trying to help his problem go away until he said “Baby can you some sit on my face while you suck me off, wanna taste you.” desperation was creaky displayed from his tone of voice. When you agreed he had the biggest smile on his face, you had never sat on his face before so this was going to be hard plus not being able to make any noises. Was he crazy? “Can never resist my cock can you?” A smirk appeared on his face as his demeanor changed from desperate to smug, anything he can say or do makes you crazy. His words had you clenching on nothing but he saw your movements and gave your cunt a kitty lick “Do you like it when I talk to you like this?” you couldn’t respond “Your body gives you away baby.” “You act like you don’t like it when I talk dirty.” shooting back at his statement. “Never said that baby, you need to talk dirty to me more. Need to hear you insult my cock while you ride me. Tell me i’m just your person fuck toy. Degrade me baby. Fuck..”

[q1ngqve]

hi ummmmm this is that one Dr ratio enjoyer knife anon from a while while ago and uhhhhhh

currently thirsting over dr ratio x catgirl gf in heat omfg he'd be SOOOO MEANNNN

literally just like

"are you really that stupid that you can't think of anything except being bred? pathetic."

OR OR OR OR

"you want me? hm? well then work for it. that's all you're good for anyway."

fOAMING AT THE MOUTH LORD HAVE MERCY

people say they don’t see him being into dumbification because he wants to spread knowledge and everything but imo i still do think that he is into dumbification, especially when it comes to you 🤭

CW; cat! hybrid fem! reader, calls him daddy, calls himself daddy, pet name (slut, kitty), fingering, cuninglingus, penetration (v), degradation, breeding

barking because he totally would do both!?!?!?! he’d ignore you at first! i swear he is so mean, but when he finds you trying to relieve your pain by yourself, you’re thrown over his shoulder in an instant, body limp and burning under his touch.

you’re flopped onto the soft mattress, body bouncing slightly from the impact. his breathing quickens when your dress rides up your hips, your damp pink panties peaking teasingly under the translucent white night gown.

“daddy—”

your fingers curl around the base of your dress, pulling it up to your navel, revealing yourself fully to him, hips squirming under his watchful gaze. a gasp leaves you as he grabs your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed harshly before he kneels between them, placing your legs on his shoulders.

“why didn’t you ask for help? you know I’d make you feel better.”

“because all you’ll do is be mean and not give me what I want.” a small pout forms on your lips, and he chuckles. he says nothing, he doesn’t have to, you borh know you’re right.

you shudder as he kisses you up your ankles to your inner thighs, your breathing laboring the closer he gets to your core. you feel him smile at the way you twitch when he kisses you through your panties, his fingers hooking around the waistband, dragging it off your hips agonizingly slow.

the air trapped in your lungs escape the moment you feel his tongue press against your pulsing clit, and your back arches, pushing yourself further onto his tongue. “stay still.” he mumbles, teeth scraping softly on the tiny muscle.

your body shakes as he plunges two gloved fingers into you, twisting and curling at just the right spots that gets your legs tensing on his shoulder. “can’t—” was all you could muster as you chase your high. you whine when his other hand grip around your hips, pressing down on the sensitive skin there, forcing you in place as he makes you come on his mouth.

another whine sounds from the back of your throat when he stands, red eyes staring down at you as he taps on your lips with his soiled fingers, a silent command asking you to suck. he feels his pants strain uncomfortably when your tongue swipe across the tip of his two fingers, successfully sending all the blood down to his dick.

he flips you easily and you land on your stomach, your hips pushing back against him on its own accord, wanting to feel him inside you. “please…”

“please what?”

“please fuck me, daddy.”

he laughs softly again, rough hands grab at your hips as he push his hard-on against your ass.

“yeah? is that what you want? want me to fuck you, to breed you, like the little slut you are?”

whimpers escape you as he frees himself, rubbing his dick on your slit, the tip kissing your clit each time he thrusts. a loud “ah” echoes the room when he drives into you without warning, his head falling back at the feel of your warm and inviting pussy sucking him in.

your hands give out on you, making you face plant into the pillow. dr ratio huffs, hands reaching down to your clit and your nape, one drew circles while the other restricts your airflow. you reach out to paw at him, but being in this position gets you nowhere except grabbing at the mattress.

“look at you,” he groans, drilling back into you harder, “kitty in heat,” his finger pressing down harshly on your clit, “needing daddy to fill her full of my cum.”

your eyes roll to the back of your head at his comment, back arching instinctively. his hand around your nape runs through your hair, tugging softly at the roots before trailing on the back of your cat ears, and you feel yourself clamp down, purrs leave your puffy lips.

“feels good, huh? wanna cum, pretty girl?”

your hips jerk backwards as you try to meet his thrusts, “beg me for it, c’mon, use your words.” you’re a mumbling mess by now, incoherent pleas fall from your lips.

your moans fill the air as he hums behind you, satisfied with your current fucked-out state. another sharp thrust from him sends you over the edge, your body tensing as you come undone around him. he groans behind you and you feel hot liquid being pumped into your sore pussy.

you’re whimpering again when he continues pounding into you, keeping up with his previous pace, and you find yourself begging him to stop.

“stop? who said we’re done? gonna pump you full since all you can think of is being bred by daddy’s cock.”

[scribblestatic]

Following the previous Sheepzun post:

But, well, now Xin Ya disciples were looking around to see if they could find him, but no one really approached Qing Jing Peak with those questions, so perhaps he'd stay safely around the bamboo for now.

So, Yuan stayed on Qing Jing and hid in the forest areas, spending his time meditating, eating grass, and building up his cultivation base. Sometimes, the Luo boy would look around for him after catching a glimpse, and then he started leaving out tasty little snacks that Yuan couldn't resist. Sure, they were simple things, like candied dates, but Yuan had a sweet tooth and human food was becoming more enticing by the minute.

Eventually, Yuan doesn't hide when Luo Binghe tried calling out to him, approaching him slowly. When all Luo Binghe did was cautiously hold out his hand...Yuan pressed his nose to it, feeling those scarred hands against his fur. And, well, his face is particularly qi-sensitive, so he felt just how jacked up the boy's meridians were.

What a travesty!! Wasn't the boy learning how to be a cultivator?! Aiyah, he'd end up dying at this rate! It was almost like someone was trying to sabotage him on purpose!

Because Yuan was a fucking sucker, he decided he would at least try to help the boy get his body worked out. So, he started spending some time around him, watching him work. The boy seemed to like talking to him despite the fact he couldn't respond with human words. So, he'd just bleat at him a little or nudge him, just to let him know he was listening.

Also, the boy knew how to give a massage. Like, petting? On his head and neck and back?? That felt nice. Five stars, 10/10 would be pet again. He couldn't pay with taels, so he'd have to suffice with trying to teach the boy how to circulate his qi the same way spiritual animals did.

Once, when the boy was meditating, he placed his forehead on the boy's back, making him startle. But he just laughed when he realized it was him. Though, that laughter paused when he started feeling the qi circulation.

Luo Binghe became very curious and kept asking him to do that, so Yuan would circulate his qi through the boy, then through himself. Qi breathing came quite naturally to spiritual animals, so it would be more difficult for Luo Binghe to mimic him. Even so, it would be better than whatever trash was in that book. But whenever Yuan tried to eat the pages, Luo Binghe would ask him not to.

Eventually, Luo Binghe began making progress, not from the book, but from feeling and then watching Yuan circulate qi. He felt his body get a bit stronger and qi become easier to use, substantially less painful.

When Yuan noticed that the boy was thin and clearly not getting enough to eat, he started leading him to places in the forest where good food grew. He could tell. For some reason, he had almost encyclopedic knowledge of every plant and creature he looked at. He knew which berries and mushrooms on Qing Jing were safe for human consumption!

When the paltry amount of food Luo Binghe would receive wasn't enough for him, he started learning from Yuan where to find and how to identify safe forest foods. Because of the qi-rich environment, even the grass had slight potential-increasing properties, though it would have to be eaten in large amounts. That would be difficult for Luo Binghe, but it wasn't difficult at all for Yuan, who was growing stronger and smarter as the days went by.

Eventually, Yuan came to the conclusion that he was most definitely not a normal sheep and that something strange was going on. He wasn't completely sure what, but thinking about it too hard probably would do him no good. As long as he and Luo Binghe were alright, he was fine, too.

Though, the realization he was not a normal sheep had him waking up with a red spot on his forehead that, for some reason, wouldn't go away no matter what. He also gained a better understanding of qi and the world, knowing that, soon, something drastic would happen, and he probably needed to prevent it when the time came.

Anyway, he went to see Luo Binghe, and the boy was surprised, thinking he had a drop of blood on his face fur. However, after rubbing at it, he looked at the flesh and saw it imprinted there. Then, Luo Binghe realized the sheep now had a huadian. With this understanding, Luo Binghe began thinking about the wisdom in the sheep's eyes and how he taught him the way he was now learning about circulating qi.

"You're...better than my shizun. No..." Luo Binghe looked up at him, determined. "Let this disciple call you Shizun."

Eeeeh, what kind of development was this, ah? He was just a sheep who stumbled on the mountain and kind of didn't want to leave because he wasn't sure if he'd get eaten when found or not! He was no expert...though, considering none of the boy's teachers were helping him straighten his meridians...

Aiyah, fine. Fine, fine. He'd be the boy's shizun for now. Perhaps he only knew the Dao of the spirit sheep, but it was part of the Dao.

(He knew more than the Dao of spirit sheep, actually. After all, he had a human mind. So, his techniques weren't completely unreasonable for a human to use, especially as his body adapted to the human knowledge practically downloaded into it.)

So, Luo Binghe would go about his chores, but now, Yuan would be close by, sometimes even managing to help despite his distinct lack of hands or opposable thumbs. He could still carry things on his back, however, so moving wood to the wood shed became much easier on Luo Binghe. The boy also learned how to sharpen the axe using his qi, modeled after how Shizun would sharpen his horns.

Shizun also started staying with him in the woodshed once the temperatures dropped. It didn't seem to be for his own benefit, since the sheep seemed perfectly fine and adapted to mountain environments. Luo Binghe, however, was just a boy with poor cultivation.

Sleeping with his face and hands buried in Shizun's wool quickly became a favorite thing to do. He smelled nice, too, like morning dew, fields of grass, and the bamboo forest itself. Musky, but in a pleasant, soothing way. His wool was fluffy from some domestication, but it didn't grow overly long. Just enough for Luo Binghe to feel comfortable laying on him and falling asleep quite quickly.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

A Life Bartered Part 2

The ten foot adult Male Navi named Ebe stared solemnly at your miserable form. You were still in bed? In the afternoon? The Navi man knew humans were different, especially human females. So, he made a nest filled with soft grass and plants under soft fabric to let you rest. You seemed to have taken a liking to it. Too much. 

He frowned in annoyance. Ebe would stalk you at the base with the stolen cameras the clan would use. They killed soldiers trying to invade their land. In return, the Navi warriors would use their remaining devices. Being quick learners, they knew how to operate guns, cameras and some basic computer skills. 

But, thanks to those dream walkers, Ebe and Tsuey especially took advantage to learn English. That Jake Sully and Doctor Augustine somewhat helped. 

But you… you were a pain in the ass! You would mope and sob. Ebe knew it would be hard but it has been two months and a week. He tried to seduce you with feathery touches and gift giving. 

Like the stuck up snob you were. You refused and hid away. 

Growling, he grabbed your arm hard and made you look at him. He squeezed your cheeks hard with his thumb and forefinger. "I have done so much kindness. Why are you ungrateful!" He yelled. You flinched and whimpered. New batch of hot tears leaked out your shining yet melancholic eyes.

You bit your fat red lips to prevent hiccups from escaping. "Please set me free." You whispered in desperation.

The golden yellow eyes of Ebe darkened. He looked as if you said the most offensive bad word to him. The sting in your cheek burnt like a laundry ironer. You fell down on the grass floor. You flinched when you tried to touch your bruised face. 

The Navi's chest was heaving and his breath was noticeably ragged. He knelt to your level. He yanked your long shining hair to look at him once more. "I used so much of my strength to obtain you from the other demons. Your kind killed many brothers of mine. You are my gift of repentance. Mine." 

You lowered your eyes in submission and nodded meekly. Ebe noticed your defeated expression then stood up to his full length and left you wallowing in self pity. 

You sighed and then took out your cell phone. You haven't used it since you got captured by Ebe. It had 47 percent left. You then gulped. You knew you would never see the Colonel again. 

But, he was so kind to you. Sure, he abused his power to almost shut the Avatar Research Program. And you had to sleep with him for money. Just as he planned. 

But other than that, he was kind and romantic. He spoiled you like a Princess. He called you endearing names. Doll, Princess, Kitten and playfully call you Brat. 

He was rough in bed and displaying affection you admitted it. He luckily never degraded you. Like hair pulling and choking. You hated that. He slammed inside you hard but roughly inserting himself inside you. And in public would kiss you hard and out of nowhere in random times and places. 

Like he was purposely showing other men you were his. Especially in front of Selfridge. There were times you assumed Selfirdge liked you. 

But, since he would look bad by the press for dating an employee. He couldn't be with you. The Colonel knew about Selfridge's feelings. So, he purposely marked you in front of his limp dick boss. 

Maybe that was why Selfridge would yell at you in public Infront of other staff when he was in a bad mood. Like a child, he would knock what you were holding down the hallways. And he would magically bump into you to scrutinize then threaten to fire you. 

You had enough. You snitched to the Colonel. And to your surprise, he looked pissed. He immediately walked past your shoulder. You returned to the shared room with the Colonel. 

He entered when it was his lunch break and didn't say anything as you served him his meal. You gulped but stayed silent and acted normal. 

You then heard whispers. The Colonel put his hands on Selfridge by almost choking him blue. Trudy told you that the Colonel walked to the big boss and demanded him to stay away from you. Selfridge threatened the Colonel by the law. 

Quaritch snapped when Selfridge kicked him by stating the huge age gap between you and the Colonel.

It was nice. Selfridge stopped speaking with you. And when you saw him. He would glare but not talk. Which was fine. 

Yet here you were. Your Karma. Fuck. You broke a good man's heart. You were prejudiced against Marines. But, you now realized despite being tough, the Colonel was fair and just. He took his job seriously. 

And since that Simp Selfridge was talentless, Quaritch had to do his duties as well and correct his mistakes. The Colonel must have been stressed before he met you. 

Come to think of it, you frowned in confusion. Whenever Quaritch was finished bedding you. He fell asleep as if he was exhausted to the tea. 

You checked the text messages. You saw text messages from your science friends. Asking about you. But they were old messages. From two months ago. 

You couldn't redeem yourself for your wrong doings. You at least should try to comfort the Colonel. I love you. Forgive me.

You sent the text and turned off the cell phone.

Ebe came back. He was holding a leaf full of cooked food.

You walked to him and Ebe watched you warily. It was time to accept your fated punishment. You extended your hand and touched his smooth blue face. He looked surprised but didn't push you away from your touch. 

"Please forgive me." You put on a fake smile. "I was sad because I was afraid you would eventually kill me."

Ebe gently placed the banana leaf on the ground. He held your face and stroked your cheek with one of his thumbs. "I would never dream of taking your life. I want to mate with you during the next Solar Eclipse festival."

You licked your lips in nervousness. The Navi saw that beautiful action. He assumed you tried to seduce him. He picked you up to look at him at his level. Then he kissed you. You out of fear kissed back. Your heart felt guilty that you were thinking of Quaritch. 

But, you were to be punished for your sins. Maybe mating with the Navi will make peace between two peoples.

The happy Ebe made you sit and before you could open your mouth wide to the food he wanted you to chew. You clutched your mouth. Ebe looked at you in curiosity. You ran away from him to vomit onto a small useless green bush. Ebe ran to hold your long hair back. 

"Why are you sick, my lovely?"

Ebe made you drink water. You told him when you have a small flu when cold, it happens. Ebe sighed. "I forgot how human women are prone to illness due to their fragility. I am a fool." He picked you up to make you lay on his lap after crossing his legs. 

Meanwhile, at the base. Quaritch was lifting weights at the gym. He heard his cellphone make a notification sound. He wondered who dared to interrupt him. Selfridge was taking his afternoon nap. Scoffing. The Colonel abandoned his dumbbell weights and picked up his cellphone. His eyes widened in shock at your ID. 

He read your apology and love confession. The Colonel felt something foreign in his chest. A beautiful feeling. As if his heart would leap out of his muscular chest. He decided then and there.

He will get you back. Fuck Diplomacy. The Rules of Pandora. Kill everything that moves with fire.

And that's a fact. 

[suchalonelysunflower]

The Moment I Knew (You Don't go to Parties) (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x fem! Reader

Requested? Yes, by my lovely @hoodhoran

Summary: Based on "The moment I knew" by Taylor Swift and a little bit of "You don't go to parties" In the most important day of your life, Calum breaks a promise

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of weed, alcohol. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language im sorry)

Word Count: 5.9k

Author's Note: And an angsty piece to end the year, why not? Remember that REBLOGS are super important as are COMMENTS AND INTERACTIONS. SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS! Hope you like it and happy reading.

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5 AM (4 hours after)

This is the moment in movies where the guy realizes he fucked up. Where he sits alone in a crowded room, his eyes focused on an empty glass or a fake pot plant that stands in the middle of the coffee table while his friends are celebrating around him. But it’s all blurry and filled with white noise to him.

Then, he would get up from his spot, a newfound hope set in his eyes as he decides it was not over yet and it won’t be over until he stops trying. At that moment he swears he will never stop trying to get her back; to make her love him again and forgive him for all his mistakes.

But Calum couldn’t move.

His mind was racing despite the amount of weed he smoked since he got there. His heart palpitations went along the rhythm of the song that blasted from the speakers. But his fingers were clinging to the couch he was sitting on, feeling every speck of dust that hid under his fingernails. His feet were concreted to the floor, unable to move or follow the directions his brain was practically screaming at them.

The sounds of the party continued to mix in with his thoughts; the fading of laughter and poorly sung songs made an echo through his broken heart. No one dared to look at him, and if they did, they'd chosen to ignore the tears that dried upon his cheeks, blaming it on the weed.

Where would he even go? As far as he knows he doesn’t have a place to stay the night, and he deserved it. He deserved the uncertainty and the fear of what was to come especially after not doing anything about it. And he’s not stupid enough to go to her house again, not after what happened.

So, he just stayed there. Unmoving, and unforgiving toward his own heart.

His friends watched him from afar. Three pairs of eyes filled with empathy and concern set on him and the destructive image surrounding him.

“We can’t call her,” Luke said, looking over at Calum and his disregarded phone on the table “But man, I wish we could do something”

“I mean, we could call her but she’s in her right not to answer any of us” Ashton sighed “It won’t be fair”

“Do we even know what happened?” Michael asked

“Based on what we’ve seen it is not hard to guess. We’re partly to blame as well”

“I just- I have never seen him like this. Or her…”

Michael’s words hung in the air for a while, and mumbles of agreement soon followed. So much had happened that day, but they knew it was not a recent problem, today was just the catalyst of many broken hearts before.

Calum couldn’t see them watching him, he didn’t even know where they were or why they were there with him. All he knows is that his heart is grieving and he can’t understand why - just why?. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn’t he be less selfish? Why is he sitting there without doing anything about it?

Maybe he already knows the answer.

His lips started to tremble as he came undone on the couch. Painful sobs were robbed from his throat, scratching it as they came out muffled into his hands; throwing himself forwards until his elbows hit his knees.

The memories of the past years came running through his tears, wetting the cheeks she used to kiss and the hands she used to hold like her most prized possession. He won’t wake up with her anymore, not a kiss goodbye or a welcoming dinner. All the lazy afternoons and the parties they went together with are now gone and forgotten somewhere in his memory, never to return again.

And it’s all his fault.

“Hey, buddy. C’mon” He heard one of his friends - Michael said - as he felt an arm around his shoulders “Let’s get you home, okay?”

Calum shook his head violently “She’s not there!”

“Cal…”

“Please, call her Ash!” He begged, “I need to see her!”

“Not in the state you are now,” Ashton shook his head “She won’t come, and you know it”

“Bu-but she might! She always comes”

“Not this time,” Michael helped him up and steadied him with a hand on his chest “Let’s go, Cal”

A new wave of sadness shocked him as he tried to hold off the tears. But he knew by looking at his friends’ faces that they were right. She’s not coming, she won’t come back anymore.

“I’m sorry,” He started but crumbled to the sound of his own broken voice “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

Luke looked over at his friends, knowing that what was to come won’t be easy, but they needed to do it anyway.

“Let’s go home, Cal, okay? There’s nothing else we can do here”

This time, Calum nodded as he let himself be taken away by his friends.

*

3:30 AM (2 and a half hours after)

“Hey, babe. I know I screwed up and you had every right to do what you did. But please, can we talk about it? When you’re ready, I don’t want to force you. I just- I just really need you to hear me out. Know that I’ve never intended to hurt you, ever. I’m just an asshole and I’m sorry. I truly am-”

“Hey, it’s me again. I know I keep calling and you’re not answering. I deserve it. But I can see you reading my messages and that gives me hope, I guess. I don’t know if you’ll hear this message, but please call me. Or come over here to Martin’s house, it’s the only refuge I could find and I know you don’t like this scene but- I’ll wait for you if you decide to come. I really hope you do and I know I have no right to-”

“Fucking hell these messages! Please come back, baby! Let me explain-”

You didn’t even let yourself listen to the last five messages he left on your voicemail. Hearing his voice while he was clearly high was just another punch to the gut, a reminder of why it was necessary to do what you did. But the hurt of hearing him call you “baby” again, the aching of your heart as it begged you to just give in and take him back… You couldn’t do that to yourself again.

If you had to become heartless, then you would. For your sake and his.

Calum: Please stop ignoring my calls

Calum: Y/N…

Calum: I’m sorry! I said I’m sorry and I’ll continue to say it until the end of time. I’ll never forgive myself for this, please!

Calum: Just give me one last chance

*

1:30 AM (30 min after)

He was gripping the steering wheel as if it was the only thing grounding him to earth at the moment. He parked a few minutes ago, but he couldn’t find the strength to get out and face the music.

The ride was silent until he reached Martin’s house where the speakers would surely make a neighbor or two to file a complaint. He didn’t want to be there but he had no choice. He couldn’t go back home knowing she won’t be there or even unsure if she’ll ever come back. And all his friends might not want to see him either after knowing what he did. For the first time in years, Calum Hood felt completely and utterly alone.

“Fuck!” He yelled, hitting the steering wheel with all his might, over and over. A string of curses left his mouth with every single blow, only stopping when he stopped feeling the pain.

He needed that. He needed to feel numb again, fall back into the bad habits and forget this night ever happened. If he couldn’t do anything to change it now, he would tune it out.

With newfound motivation and anger settling into his bones, Calum frowned at his image in the rearview mirror and ran his hands through his face. If everyone saw him for his mistakes, then he’ll make sure no one would ever notice his feelings again. And so he jumped out of the car and shut the door with a loud bang before heading toward the party, the only place where he knew everyone, but no one really knew him at all.

“Calum! hey!” Martin said with a big smile the moment he opened the door “What are you doing here? I thought you told me a week ago that you had plans with your girl”

At the simple mention of it, Calum became enraged with embarrassment as he pushed past his friend with a groaned answer and headed toward the kitchen where he knew the good stuff would be.

Martin stood with a confused look on his face, knowing something wasn’t right with Calum. So, he took out his phone and made a call.

“Hey, man. I know it’s late and all, but Cal just came here and he looks rough”

“He’s at your party?!” Ashton’s voice from the other side of the line, concerned but surprised at the same time “Send me your address, and we’ll come to get him”

“Is he alright? What happened?”

A sigh “A lot happened. Just- could you keep an eye on him? Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid till we get there?”

“Sure, dude. No problemo. Did he have a fight with his girl?”

“Worse,” Ashton deadpanned, “I think they are over for good”

*

1:00 AM

There was tension in the air, everyone could tell but neither of them dared to say a word about it. Maybe they were just pretending for your sake, afraid of what might happen if they brought it up again. It was clear as water that you didn’t want to talk about it.

So they all just pretended everything was okay. You even let yourself be the victim of that charade as you smile tightly at the guests who were already saying their goodbyes and wishing you a happy birthday. You would smile at them and thank them for coming, all without leaving the comfort of your spot on the couch. It was not your intention to be rude, but you didn’t have any energy left.

Your dress was crumbled up under your fingertips as you played with the hem, purposely ignoring the door this time, not like you’d been doing the past hours, knowing that if you looked, you might not be able to help the tears from falling.

“Hey,” You looked up to see Luke standing in front of you, pointing to the spot next to you on the couch. You nodded and he sat “How are you doing?”

A chuckle escaped your lips “You want the truth or the speech?”

“The speech?”

“I got it rehearsed,” You said, biting your lip “Every time someone asks about Calum and why he’s not here, I’ve been using the same speech: “Oh, he’s busy at the studio, you know how it is” or “He just texted me saying he might be late, but I’m sure he’s doing his best to get here” or maybe, “He says hi and he’s sorry he couldn’t make it, something came up and it was unavoidable…” You tell me which one could apply in this situation, lately, you’ve been seeing him more than me”

Luke tried not to look taken aback by your comment, saying it as if it didn’t hurt you at all the fact that he didn’t show up. But he could see it, even if you tried to hide your eyes from his, this wasn’t just a one-time thing. He looked over at Ash who was standing in the corner, asking him with a simple look how you were doing. A look from him was enough for them to know that things were not good at all.

“He said he’d be here…” You whispered, shaking your head and pretending to push your hair back so that people won’t notice the tear that managed to escape “Have you called him? He wasn’t answering my phone and I- I just hope nothing bad happened”

The guilt immediately crept up on you, knowing that you will never forgive yourself if anything happened to Calum and you were just moping over him not showing up to your party.

“We tried, but it just kept on ringing, he might have it on silent. Michael went to his house to see if he was there”

“What if something happened to him?”

“I don’t think-”

But his words got stuck in his mouth as the room suddenly fell silent. Luke’s eyes passed from you over your shoulder, they were opened wide and flickered between you and the door. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a strangled mumble came out, not knowing if he should smile or warn you about it.

You turned around and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. At the door stood Calum, frowning as he looked around the room, unable to find you. You took this opportunity to look at him; he was wearing the same wrinkly shirt he wore yesterday and then threw on the floor of his bedroom; his shoes weren’t matching; his hair was a mess and - by the look of it - he hasn’t showered yet. He looked like he was in a rush, with no effort whatsoever. And, at the moment that he finally found you sitting on the couch, the way his eyes filled with relief as his frown turned into the smile you know so well, the one that claimed “Nothing to see here, we’re alright” At that moment you knew he had forgotten once again.

Calum opened his arms as he walked toward you, smiling widely as he stole the center of attention, singing the “happy birthday” song as he got closer and even managing for some of the confused guests to follow along. But he didn’t manage to catch you, for the moment that he got too close, you stood up and ran in the opposite direction without saying a word.

“Y/N!” You heard him call, even heard some of his friends trying to stop him from following you, but you knew that would be futile.

So you ran to the bathroom again and closed the door before he could come in, locking it from the inside as you pressed your back against the hardwood and slid down to the floor, biting your lip to prevent a sob from escaping.

Soon, you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, baby, please open the door” Calum begged with a soft voice through the other side, knocking again “Please, I- I know I messed up, and I’m so so sorry. It won’t happen again and-”

“Thirteen”

“What?”

The door opened suddenly, making Calum take a step back. He noticed immediately the redness of your eyes and the trembling of your lips, and he wished nothing but to be able to take it all back and re-do this whole thing just so that he won’t ever have to see you so hurt again, knowing he was the cause of it.

“This is the thirteenth time you stood me up, Calum. Thirteen!” You cried, holding the handle of the door for dear life “And I was willing to forgive all of those times, Cal. My mother’s birthday, my graduation party, the dates that you didn’t show up, the parties that you know I hated going by myself… All of that I was willing to let go because you said- y- you said you’d be here for me”

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. The tears just came streaming down your face, shaking your body with unshed sobs that you refused to ever let him hear. He tried to come closer, to hold you and show you some kind of comfort, but you wouldn’t let him. No, instead you took a step back, watching the hurt in his eyes as if he didn’t deserve it.

“You told me you’d be here today”

“I tried-” But you didn’t let him finish

“Where were you? Why are you showing up late when my birthday is already over and wearing the same clothes as yesterday? What could you have possibly been doing that you just had to miss my birthday?”

Calum opened his mouth but nothing came out. Telling you the truth would be just as bad as lying, he had no excuse, no reason to have done what he did knowing how much it meant to you to be there with him. So, he did the only thing that he could think of and he started to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” He said, you rolled your eyes and started to close the door again but he stopped it with his foot “Baby, please! I really am sorry I- I had no idea you felt like that”

“Because the moment I say something about it you always come up with the same excuse to make me look like the bad guy!” You shouted “Every time I ever mention wanting you there with me you say “You know how busy I am” or some other bullshit like that. And I get it, Cal, I swear I do and it kills me every time because I feel like me complaining about it makes you feel like shit because you love what you do and I love it as well. But fuck! I’m so tired of being just an afterthought to you!”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t tell me I’m not, Calum. I” you sighed, “I know that your career is important. I have never complained about how much time you spend in the studio, or when you have to cover one of the guys’ parts, or when you’re on tour god knows where - But I’m just so, so tired of being second best in your life. And if that’s all I’m going to be then, why bother?”

Calum took a step back, blinking at your words to make sure he hadn’t imagined them. But the look on your face was serious, even when you lowered your gaze to avoid looking directly at him.

“You’re not serious,” Calum said, voice hoarse and broken “Y/N, I know you’re not serious”

He walked up to you, placing his fingers under your chin to make you look at him.

“Baby, I know I fucked up. I know I failed you and you have no idea how much I regret it”

“I just asked for one night,”

“I know, I know, baby” He pleaded, trying so hard not to break “And I’m an asshole who couldn’t keep his promise. But it’s the last time, I swear! I love you, I love you so so much-”

“Then why weren’t you here?” You looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, and you pushed yourself away “You should’ve been here, bursting through the door at least an hour ago. Even five minutes before. I would’ve been so happy to just have you here for a moment knowing that’s all I could get. You mean the world to me, Cal… But I can’t keep letting myself down for someone whose world is so big but without any space left for me”

Calum shook his head “Y/N, that’s not true! You know how much you mean to me!”

“I don’t. And that’s the problem, Cal. But the worst part is that maybe you don’t even know it, you just think you do”

“Y/N-”

He pleaded one last time, and in his eyes, you could tell that he was being sincere. But honesty couldn’t erase tonight, it couldn’t get rid of the pain of the eternal waiting. You meant every word you said, and it was time to put yourself first.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it,” He said, voice shaking in regret “But-”

“I’m sorry, too” You sighed, letting the tears run down gracefully “Goodbye, Cal”

“Baby, no wait!” He yelled one last time before he felt the wind hit his face and heard the door slam in front of him “Fuck! Y/N, open the door!

He started banging on the door again, calling out your name along with some apologies and pleas to hear him out. Soon, a hand was on his shoulder, pulling him back.

“Okay, Cal. That’s enough!” Ash said, sternly, pulling him close to a hug as he whispered in his ear “Walk away, mate. Now’s not the time”

Calum pushed him away, ready to have a few words with him when he noticed the crowd that had gathered around them. He looked at the faces he’d known all his life since he started dating you. All the harsh stares and the sympathetic smiles. It was all too much.

“Fuck all of you,” He grumbled, storming off the party soon after.

*

00:45 AM (15 min before)

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

The loud voice startled him, the room was spinning as he opened his eyes and it took a while before he could focus on Michael’s angry face staring down at him.

“You’ve done some pretty fucked-up shit, but this might have the worse consequences”

Calum ran a hand through his face “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be? For god’s sake, we were worried sick about you! You have no limit, Calum. Honestly, this is a new low”

“The fuck? Why would-” He groaned, sitting up on his bed “What are you doing in my house? Did Y/N let you in or-?”

Michael lost his patience as he threw him a shirt he found on the floor, hitting Calum right in the face.

“Get dressed for fuck’s sake! I’ll wait for you for five minutes in the car. If you’re not ready then I’ll drive off and tell Y/N you were found dead in a ditch somewhere”

Calum was left alone in his room once again. He looked around to see if anything changed or if maybe Michael was pranking him in some way. He shook his head as he grabbed his phone and put it back in sound mode.

Instantly, thousands and thousands of messages and calls came through like an avalanche. The clock said it was past midnight and his last notification was from just a few minutes ago.

Y/N: Hey! Everyone is already here, are you coming soon?

Ash: What are you wearing to the party?

Ash: Nvm Luke’s already there and said I look great

Y/N: Luke and Michael told me you had a busy day in the studio, I saved you the best beer in the house for you to relax and tell me all about it.

Mike: Dude, you coming?

Y/N: Cal, where are you? Do you need someone to pick you up?

Luke: Mate, your girl is getting worried.

Mike: Is everything okay? Y/N just went to the bathroom and I think she was crying

Y/N: Cal, I’m getting worried, please answer our calls!

Ash: THOMAS! ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE

Luke: Cal, this isn’t funny. We are really worried.

Luke: Don’t do this to her on her birthday.

Y/N: Please tell me you didn’t forget.

Ash: sent a video

Ash: They already sang happy birthday. Thought you might want to see that.

Y/N: You forgot again, didn’t you?

*

11:55 PM (1 hour and five minutes before)

No one has come through the door for the past hours. Every single person that you invited was already there, laughing and mingling through the crowd. But you? You were sitting on the couch with your head turned to the door, watching, waiting…

He said he’d come and you believed him, maybe you shouldn’t have? No, he said he’d be here! You reminded him this morning, and he sounded excited about tonight as well. There’s no way he’d forget.

But hours had passed and the messages you left were still delivered and never read. The drink you were nursing in your hand was already warm as you peeled off the sticker. People passed you by, asking how you were and if Calum was coming soon.

Although, they stopped asking about that about an hour ago.

“Honey?” Your best friend called you from the living room “We’re all ready here for you”

“In a minute!” You called back, looking at the door and calling Calum again.

Voicemail

“Cal, where are you? Is everything okay? If there’s something wrong just tell me, I promise I won’t be upset, I just need to know that you’re okay. That’s all I need to hear. Please, call me”

“Still no answer?” You jumped at Ashton’s voice next to you, you shook your head.

“He said he’d be here…”

“Maybe he stayed in the studio” Ash tried, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck "I- we kind of forced him to stay back so we could meet the deadline and-"

You shook your head “But he must've been done by now. He said he’d be done by the time the party started, he was just going to shower and-” You sniffled, trying to hide it with a cough “I’m just so worried, Ash”

Ashton gave you a small smile, his arm rounding your shoulders hugging you. You appreciate his effort, you really did, but your heart was still beating at an uneasy pace, not being able to shake that awful feeling.

“Don’t let this get you down,” Ashton said after a while “You are the most important person here”

You gave him a tight smile as you let out a deep breath.

“Apparently not that important to someone who didn’t bother to show”

“Y/N, that's not-”

You glanced at the clock, one minute for your birthday to be over. It was too late.

“It’s okay, I should’ve known”

You got up from the couch and started walking toward the living room where all your friends were waiting around the table. A fake smile was plastered on your face as they sang to you, all of them pretending that the tears that gathered in your eyes were of happiness rather than disappointment. All an act.

This time you didn’t even bother to make a wish as you blew out the candles.

*

9:00 PM (4 hours before)

The party was just getting started but it was already booming. The life the people you love most brought to your house was energizing and magnetic, something you didn’t know was lacking until you had it in front of you.

Friends and family you haven’t seen in a while came bursting through the doors with big smiles and gifts, ready to give you a hug as they congratulated you and showered you with compliments. You would laugh along with them and make them feel welcome, showing them where the drinks and food were and introducing them to people they haven’t met.

Everything was going as smoothly as you would hope, and you dared to think that maybe this wasn’t the complete disaster you thought it would be.

It was the first party you organized all by yourself. You were never keen on celebrating your birthday every year, having shared with your closest friends the bad times you’ve lived through when you were younger and how people often just didn’t bother to show up or remember you that day.

It was Calum the one that suggested celebrating your birthday that year, knowing it was an important one. For all the time you were together, you used to spend this date doing something casual; sometimes dinner with friends or just a quiet night in with your boyfriend. But somehow he managed to convince you to bring the party to life.

“I’m not good at parties” You reminded him a few weeks ago when he first brought the subject up “I don’t really like them and I never know how to act on them”

“It’s not an act, babe,” He said, placing a kiss on your cheek and tickling your sides “It’s just you having the best time you can with the people that love you. And I promise you so, so many people want to celebrate you, just give it a chance”

And you had no problem admitting he was right this time, as you walked through the halls of your home with a drink in hand and enjoyed reconnecting with old friends.

“Hey, birthday girl! Where’s Calum?” One of them asked.

“He’s on his way,” You laughed, “He had to drop by the studio early today so he might come a little later”

“I haven’t seen Cal in a while,” Another one said a few minutes later “Where is he?”

“On his way,” You smiled, looking over at the clock and then at the door “He was just going to shower before he came”

You stopped counting how many people asked for Calum and his whereabouts after the first hour or so of the party. It did bring up some questions to yourself, but you just pushed them back and sent him a text to ask if he was okay. You were sure he’d be here any minute now, after all, he did promise.

A few minutes later, Luke, Michael, and Ash arrived with their dates. They went over to you immediately as they showered you with gifts and hugs, wishing you a happy birthday.

You laughed as you thanked them, holding the gifts close to your heart as you looked around them.

“Where’s Cal?” You asked, noticing their confused faces about the question.

“Oh, he’s not here yet?” Luke asked, looking over at his friends.

“He did say he was going to head home and shower before he could come”

“Bah, that’s probably where he is” Michael dismissed it with a wave of his hand “The idiot wanted to stay a little longer recording some vocals but he surely wrapped that quickly. Don’t worry about it”

So you didn’t, at least not for the most part, not yet. People were here to celebrate you, so you would enjoy it as much as you could. Calum could tell you all about it later.

*

7:00 PM (6 hours before)

God Dammit he was tired.

It was a long fucking day, alright. He left the house earlier than usual that day to try and fit in his morning run and then get some groceries before heading toward the studio; then he was met with the news that they were actually behind on some vocals - mainly his - and that the deadline was coming sooner rather than later. So he had to stay behind for a couple of hours just so that he could be free from work already. Afterward, he tried to pick up some food for you to eat back at his house, but the drive-through was closed and he didn’t have the patience to wait around or drive somewhere else, so he figured he’d just cook a simple pasta once he’s home.

The lights at his house were off, strange because you were usually there after work, waiting for him to get back so that you could have a night in. But he just shrugged it off, thinking that maybe you were out somewhere doing some errands before you’ll be back.

“What a day, huh?” He groaned, speaking to Duke who was pleasantly sleeping on his bed at the feet of the couch “Yeah, that seems like a good idea”

He went up the stairs and got rid of his clothes before throwing them into the hamper. Ignoring the flowers that stood gorgeously on a vase next to his bed. He turned down the lights and charged his phone, not before putting it on silent so that it wouldn’t bother him for at least a few hours before you got back.

Then, he jumped into bed and fell asleep rather quickly, finally relaxing his body after a long day. Not even realizing the date or remembering he had somewhere else to be.

*

7:00 AM (18 hours before)

A thousand kisses woke you up, tickling your cheeks as giggled good morning. You turned around, back laying softly over the mattress as you welcomed the embrace of your boyfriend and his good morning kiss.

“Yuck,” You said after he pulled away to caress your cheek

Calum pouted “You used to love my morning breath,”

“I have never told you such a damn lie” You laughed, pushing him away just enough so that you could sit down “Good morning, baby”

You looked at him with stars in your eyes, appreciating every corner, every spot, every mole on his face as you reminded yourself of the absolute love you have for him.

Calum also seemed caught up in the moment, just looking at you and smiling as if you hung the world for him. Which reminded him…

“Here,” He said, giving you the bouquet of flowers he hid behind his back, smiling widely when he saw the happiness in your eyes “Happy birthday, sweetheart”

“Oh,” Your insides melted at the gesture, pulling the flowers aside before you jumped on him with a hug, nuzzling your head into his neck “Thank you, Cal. I love them”

“And I love you,”

He started kissing your hair and then your temple and your cheek. He caressed your face and turned it so that your lips could meet in a needy, loving kiss that had you moaning a sigh, giving yourself completely to him.

Calum chuckled, pulling himself away from you and kissing away your pour “Sorry, doll. But I gotta get going”

“It’s still too early!”

“I know, but the guys called and they need me in the studio ASAP” He sighed, rubbing his hands along your arm “I promise I’ll make it up to you”

You sighed as you nodded, letting go of him with a faux frown, mumbling something along the lines of “the guys this, the guys that…”

Calum rolled his eyes fondly before his fingers tickled your sides without mercy, making you squeak in laughter and shock as you tried to get away from him.

“What was that?” He asked, tickling you under the arms

“Nothing! No- ouch! Nothing!” You laughed

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” He said, placing one last kiss on your forehead before he got up from the bed.

You breathed in again, holding in more laughter as you sat up again.

“You’re coming tonight, right?”

Calum smiled “As if I could ever miss it”

“Cal, I’m serious. I know you’ve been busy lately and if you can’t make it… then it’s okay but at least let me know first, okay?”

“I won’t! I promise you, Y/N. I will be there no matter what. I’ll just come here first and grab a shower before” He leaned down to kiss you one last time “I’ll be there this time, I promise”

You looked up at him, smiling kindly “I love you,”

“I love you more, baby. Happy birthday”

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[sweet-lover-girl]

Take aim

This is just a little blurb about the reader getting chased and trapped by infected. Abby does appear and so does Manny.

I know it’s not very Abby based but I hope y’all still like it never the less!!

Reposting this one to because I edited it, I told y’all I’m doing this to ALL of my old work, I need to fix that shit XD

How did this happen? How did you get stuck in the situation? Well you knew how.

You were panting hard as you ran as fast as you possibly could, trying to out run the infected behind you. They were almost to fast for your short legs—but you kept ahead of them just out of peer spite alone, refusing to die like this.

Least recap shall we.

Abby had told you to stay put in the abandoned warehouse you all were in— and you did! You did stay put while Manny and Abby explored the new place out, staying near the exit you had came in from. Then you heard the grotesque sounds of wet popping and clicks, those hellish groans that gave you nightmares, you weren’t a solider but you knew how to fight— you just didn’t want to, you had came on the expedition today because only you knew what plants you needed and what the looked like.

You had ran out the warehouse as the infected came up from the basement, Abby and Manny had already went looking around upstairs, deep inside the abandoned place and you didn’t wanna drag the infected to them so you ran out the door.

You were panicking as you realized you were slowing down, and the sounds of clickers and runners not fading— still behind you. There was three clickers and two runners, nothing you couldn’t handle as a team but she and Manny weren’t with you right now. No. You’re all on your own.

You turned your head to look behind and saw that the infected were about fifteen yards away, far enough for you to climb over a chain linked fence. Curling your fingers around the chain and putting the tip of your boot into one of the many link holes— you push yourself up, climbing the fence as quickly as you could, before finally reaching the top and climbing to the other side, by then the infected were almost right below you, you didn’t want to take the chance of them grabbing you so push yourself off the fence with a grunt and land on the ground, and letting out a cry as your ankle twists and you fall to the ground with a thud.

The runners made it to the fence first and pushed against it to try and get closer to you—making you gasp and pull yourself back across the graveled ground with you hands, scraping them. You went to use your feet out of instinct to help push yourself back but your ankle screamed at you in pain, making you let out another cry.

The clickers were now at the fence as well and with the added weighted the fence began to bend inwards towards you. Pushing through the pain you pushed yourself back even more—only for your back to meet a brick wall.

You began to panic and your breath picks up. Hyperventilating as you see those rotten fungus ridden hands reaching out for you— trying to scratch or grab— it didn��t matter, they just wanted you.

You couldn’t get close enough to fight them in melee range, one because you were hurt and two, because there was a fence in the way. So doing the only thing you could, you grabbing you old trusty bow off your back, Abby hated your bow because it was old and,’It could break any day now.’ She would always say, but it still worked for you and you hoped it doesn’t break now.

Pulling an arrow out of your quiver you worked quick to place and aim at the first runner. Taking a breath to calm down and steady your aim— before letting go of the arrow. It hit its mark spot on, making the runner fall. One down, four to go.

You hated killing infected, you always have. All you could see were the people they use to be. It made you dirty and feel like a monster as you had killed them. It was a downfall of yours unfortunately and that’s why Abby didn’t like you leaving the stadium, she only agreed this time because again, only you knew what you needed.

Nooking another arrow, you aim at a clicker that was bending the fence more then the others—desperately trying to get you.

It fell as the arrow lands in its forehead, wedged deep in it.

You were shaking at this point, tears in your eyes as you say,”I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“ on repeat like a broke record.

You grabbed another arrow. Nooking it, steadying your breath and releasing it into another infected, but missed. You only had six arrows and you used three, you have to make these next shots counts.

Your hands trembling as your vision for blurry with tears, fuck you hated doing this, but you knew it was kill or be killed out here.

The fence was denting in even more— making you realize you don’t have much time until it breaks.

You took a deep breath and released another arrow, hitting your target.

Two more to go, two arrows left.

You had to readjust your grip on your bow because you palms were sweaty, making your grip slip a little. You finally get a good grip and nooked your arrow before letting it fly, hitting the runner head on.

One more to go.

This one was giving you trouble as it was bouncing off the fence over and over—thrashing against it in rage.

Your stomach dropped as you heard a metal snapping sound.

Placing your last arrow on the bow and you pulled back on the string. Following the clicker with your eyes— and just as you let go of the string, the fence breaks.

The clicker running towards you but is stopped as the arrow lands straight in its eye, making it stumble and fall backwards, finally dead.

You were panting as you felt sweat drip down your forehead. You wept for what you had to do. Those creatures now dead by your hand. You cried for who they use to be.

And that’s how Abby and Manny found you, crying on the ground with a twisted ankle. Her first thoughts were you got bit even though none of the infected were very close to you, all she saw was a broken fence with the infected laying around and you crying.

But that’s when Abby put two-and-two together.

“Oh pumpkin..” she said solemnly.

Abby ran over to you, dropping to the ground and sliding on her knees a little as she moved to hold you, cradling your body against hers as she rocked back and forth, shhh baby it’s okay. She whispers as she gently pushed your head to hide in the space between her neck and shoulder.

Manny looked around to make sure there were no more infected before walking over you and kneeling down to pat at your back—which made you jump a little, not having expected someone else to touch you, that and you were out of it from what just happened.

You relax a little, knowing you were safest in Abby’s arms with Manny right there next to you. Manny stood up as he heard something— like a rock getting kicked across the ground. Signaling to Abby to get her attention, she looked up and over to where he pointed, not seeing anything but not wanting to risk it,”Baby we gotta move,” she said as she pulled away to look at you. Your red teary face with with a little bit of snot broke her heart, she wiped your cheeks and kissed your forehead before standing up.

Taking your bag off your back, Abby handed it to Manny so he could carry it to the truck, she then leaned down and placed one arm under your knees and the other behind your back— and hoisted you up, you threw your arms around her neck and buried your face there, not wanting to see the aftermath of what you had to do.

“You can tell me what happens later, for now just relax okay? Your safe now Pumpkin.” Abby said as she stepped over the bodies. To be honest— Abby was really fucking proud of you, she knew how much it bothered you to kill anything, let alone something that was once human. She was proud you kept yourself safe until she found you and told you as such on the way to the car. “I’m so proud of you.” And “My strong brave girl.” that made you feel just a little better, but she knew you would need extra love when you got back to the stadium, she knew tonight would be full of nightmares for you; but she’ll be right there next to you every step of the way.

[levmada]

Congratulations on 1k followers! I request soft sex with canon verse Levi

i didn’t know which starter you meant specifically, so i just chose one<3: “I want to taste you.” I hope you enjoy san

secretly based on this post by @bibblelevi tbh

content/warnings: everyone is a switch, spitting, overstimulation, crying (dacryphilia), oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, light mentions of depression at the beginning, dumbification, praise&degradation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), some impact play

wc: ~2.9k

Levi, at the best of times, will only “admit” that something is wrong with his more obvious tells.

Tonight, when you suggested you have a cup of tea over paperwork, he silently brewed a pot, and silently returned your empty cups to the kitchen afterwards without asking if you wanted more.

For all that time, he remained so lost in his own mind that it took a few tries of his name to answer. Multiple times, you caught him rubbing the bridge of his nose, nursing a headache.

You catch him in the doorway to your shared bedroom now, his harness and jacket removed, but nothing else: a sign he plans to rest in his chair tonight instead of your bed.

You pout. “By the way you’ve been acting, I thought the last thing you’d want is back pain.”

“I haven’t been acting like anything,” he argues. No hesitation.

“So your back doesn’t hurt?”

“It’s—” His eyes dart away while he finds the word. “—manageable.”

You frown. While you can tell he’s waiting for you to move out of his way, a glare beginning to mark that worry line between his brow, you don’t.

“I could still give you a massage to help with that.”

“I had a good day,” he replies bluntly. “So if some pathetic back pain isn’t manageable, something else would’ve killed me already. Move.”

That stings. No. You refuse to be pushed away when something’s clearly wrong.

You plant both your hands down on the doorway to block his path. “I don't think you’d be trying to joke about death if you had a good day.”

He shrugs his jacket higher over his arm, glares harder. As if he could move you aside with his eyes.

“Levi,” you sigh, more gentle. “I’m not moving unless you make me move.”

And you both know how easy that would be for him to do.

“…Good things happened,” he acquiesces after a short sigh. Then, for the first time, he actually looks at you, eyes dull and tired, and you figure out the problem. When the cause of a shitty day is unexplainable—when, by all accounts, things went well—shitty days with a reason seem better in comparison.

“But, you feel like the opposite,” you guess.

He rubs the bridge of his nose once more, jaw tightening with irritation. “Should’ve expected this.”

“I want to help you.”

“How do you solve a problem when there’s no fucking cause for it?” he snaps.

He sees the flash of surprise on your face after that sudden explosion, and stammers. His leathers swish as he protectively pins his arm across his middle.

“Look, this is pointless. So I’m leaving.”

“Levi, please.”

“Move.”

You stay right where you are, nor does Levi make any movement to push past you. A stalemate.

“You’re right,” you compromise. “It’s kind of impossible to solve a problem that doesn’t have a cause, so forget about that.”

You take a step or two until you’re standing directly underneath the doorway, and touch his shoulders.

“What do you mean?”

“Wow,” you murmur. “You’re really tense.”

With nimble fingertips, you begin to rub into the hard muscles, just a little, and he hisses through his teeth. His shoulders drop.

“Don’t worry about solutions. Just tell me what you think will make you feel better.”

A heavy swallow. Even in his face you see his resolve wavering. By the way his eyes flutter closed and his utter failure to push you away, you know it’s been bad.

“Levi, baby…”

It’s ridiculously easy to get him to submit.

“I...” A blush rises to his cheeks. “What, you want something specific?”

“Not really.”

Just briefly, you stop massaging to take his uniform jacket over your own arm before they land on his shoulderblades. He shudders.

Gazing into his eyes, you see that he’s still lost. “Give me one thing, and I’ll take care of the rest. It’s not your job to worry about me making you feel better.”

His adam’s apple visibly bobs when he swallows. Whatever he was going to say is interrupted by a soft grunt as you work your massage higher up his lean shoulders.

“What do you want, honey?”

His lips move soundlessly before his hands come up for support from your waist. “…Y-You.”

You nibble on the inside of your cheek. When you press your foreheads together, his eyes flutter shut.

“Me?”

“Is that specific enough?”

You kiss his lips, humming faintly. They’re a little dry, which you remedy with a slow swipe of your tongue.

The slow sigh that results shakes, so you tilt your head and lay your hand on his jaw, guiding him. Just like that, he’s putty in your hands.

You pull away first, something stirring in you by the way he licks his lips. That blush is deeper now.

“Do you have anything more specific in mind?” you ask.

He blinks slowly, something he tends to do when he needs to think (given he has the privilage of time to do so).

“Take your time.” You kiss below his jaw.

His chest rises. “I want to taste you,” he whispers into your hairline. “I want...”

A distraction, and a damn good one; to make you feel good in order to not feel the guilt of taking your attention.

He can’t bring himself to say anything to that effect out loud, but you seem to understand.

Heat stirs below your waist. “I’d love that,” you breathe, and as you speak, you slide his hands up underneath your top, caressing warm skin.

He follows your lead, sighs around the warm squeeze of your soft tits. A firm flick has you humming shakily.

Again, your lips glide softly together. He wants it slow.

His warm lips follow up your jaw until his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “Take this off.”

Shivers take you over as your hands fall around your waist. He pulls you on unsteady legs to the bed, the mattress springs whining as you drop onto your back.

Levi follows right after you to peel your pants away. He has the patience to toss them aside in something resembling neatness, but not to move right onto the delicate hems of your panties.

“Panties, too,” he grunts. “You’ll get them dirty, if they haven’t already.”

With a good-natured huff you roll your eyes—to play off the fact that he’s right, your panties are a little dark between your thighs, wet.

“Knew it.” The tiniest quirk has his lips as he yanks those right off too.

Your legs reflectively shut as your cunt is exposed to the balmy air, only for him to spread them apart and shuffle until the bottoms of your thighs touch the tops of his.

Your eyes pop wide in surprise as he sighs softly between kisses that trail down from the between your breasts. His touch is firm, but fleeting.

You ruffle his hair. “Not even gonna tease me?”

He doesn’t have the patience to say anything. You’re shot nothing but an annoyed glance before your thighs are abruptly spread wide and flat. He gets comfortable on his belly and ducks down to coat the long line between your thigh and pelvis with his tongue.

“Levi,” you whisper. “Please.”

“No matter what I do, you’re gonna get wet. And I don’t feel like working for it.”

“But... How can I make it better for you?”

Levi gets off on teasing you, that’s no secret.

“You keep your legs open, and come on my tongue,” he speaks into the fat of your thigh, smearing open-mouthed kisses further and further up. “You can never be patient, huh?”

Your thighs twitch involuntarily as he sinks his teeth in, then jerk. Practiced fingertips swim through your slit, then smear your sticky cum all over your clit.

You gasp, fucking up towards his face. Fuck, it’s been a while.

He was right: No matter what he does. “‘kay, fuck, anything you want.”

Soft blue-greys, more silvery by the light of a lone lantern, flicker up towards you. “Is that not what you had in mind?”

You underestimated how shitty he has been feeling. If Levi doesn’t want to tease, if he can still be doubting himself while you’re squirming above him, he must be feeling bad—much more than he let on.

“Please,” you reassure. “You’re perfect.”

A heavy sigh, more like a groan, vibrates your lip, where his tongue follows up and up.

Little gasps hitch up in your throat. Your hips twitch in the direction of his mouth, begging wordlessly.

Clearly he meant what he said, proven when his heavy tongue drags through your slit. He moans.

“Oh, fuck!” you whine, thighs jerking shut—or trying. You didn’t expect that.

A breathy sigh sinks into a low groan. You forget, you’ve both been so busy that it’s been too long for him, too.

Levi, somehow, always finds the patience to take his sweet time. The muscles of his forearm draw taut over your thigh, the other spreading your cunt wide open leaves your hole quivering around air.

With each eager push of his tongue through your pussy, narrowly avoiding your swollen clit, your hole drools more and more for him.

More.

You lie gaping up at the ceiling, overtaken by shivers, by his hot, seeking tongue—“Lev’, more!”

Your hips roll with his tongue that briskly sweeps up and down until your heavy breaths grow into panting. “L-Lick my clit, fucking, please.”

His swift licking doesn’t acquiesce. Before you can help it, your thighs are working to squeeze his head, pinning his ears, and he actually whines. Strained, wanting.

“Ah. Really want me to suffocate you?”

His nose glistens as he looks up and asks back, “Really wanna keep asking me stupid fucking questions?”

That tone, he uses to order his men around—it makes you want to fall down to your knees. You’d do anything to hear him whine like that again. Your clit throbs.

You don’t answer fast enough, and Levi doesn’t wait to squirm backwards, pop open his collar, and lay your thigh flat.

He pins it down using his elbow, and with two thumbs, he spreads your pussy open again. His flat tongue licks a long, wide stripe from your twitching hole to your clit.

Your cry breaks the air. “Right there!”

You don’t see him squirming, you only feel three fingers rapidly tugging down on your clit so you cry out for him again.

Then, fucking finally, his searing mouth falls down around the source of your ache and begins to suckle. A moan is forced from you.

Your thighs all but close around his head. If he wants you to suffocate him, you will, and if he wants your cum on his tongue, your hand will fly down to his hair to encourage him to take it.

The instant you take a fistful and tug, a louder moan vibrates your twitching clit.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Don’t fucking stop, baby.”

With the flat of his tongue, he rubs slow and purposeful, massaging.

“F-Faster.”

On cue, his tongue swirls around and around, becoming more frantic. It’s like all he wants to do is make you feel good, nothing else.

“That’s a good boy,” you say shakily, only for your voice to crack at the urgency he then pushes between your legs, shoving your head further up on the pillows.

Your climax rises in you, but your panting isn’t as loud as the squelching noises as he devours your cunt.

“Fuck,” he mumbles into your swollen clit. His tongue flits down and circles your rim, eyes tightly shut as you force his head down. “Th-Think I’m…”

You don’t hear him. “Getting close,” you warn, surprise lacing your tone. “Holy shit, p-perfect fucking mouth Levi, fuck.”

Your hips practically use his mouth for a fucktoy, but he gives you more, licking turning frantic. Your back begins to lift, and his fingers haven’t even dipped into your pussy yet.

You moan, "Gods, don't stop, d-don't—" you toss your head back, “fucking good boy, fuck!”

Your loud moan hits the air on as you fly over a high edge. A loud slurping sound can be heard before his raspy groan vibrates your clit, making you come so much harder, making you see stars.

You ride out the waves on his tongue. If your head wasn’t thrown back, blindly fucking up into his perfect mouth, you’s see his hips rolling into the mattress in the exact same way.

The sparks ebb away slowly, not that Levi is stopping. He’a barely slowing.

You twitch, which dissolves into full squirming. You’re only forced to peal open your eyes when two fingers easily bury into your spasming hole. They slide against your walls, over that spot, in quick thrusts, just when you thought you were calming down.

“Fuck!” you squeak, softly thrashing. The second one is always more intense that that first, and it’s washing over you strong.

“Gonna come again,” you whimper. “Gonna, gonna—”

You cum again, much harder than the first time. He has to pry your stubborn thigh back so you can enjoy it.

Now, your cunt meekly throbs. Levi’s tongue is fucking searing.

“Please!” Your chest wracks with a dry sob. Hell if you know what you’re even begging for. “L-Levi.”

The deep red blush all over his face seems almost shiny thanks to your cum. His eyes are half-lidded—are they even open?—once he finally pulls away from your used pussy. Again his hips shift, pressed to mattress, and his eyes flutter. He’s getting off on this.

You don’t have the mind right now to process that Levi came from eating your pussy alone. Instead your head falls back, whimpering from the heavy twitching, oversensitive.

Light panting puffs your slick inner thigh—his stamina is never not insane to you—before his tongue darts out and laps it up.

“Ngh.” Levi grunts from your sudden pull on his hair. Just like that, three fingers slide into your cunt with less than no resistance. You suck them in eagerly despite trying to shy away.

His fingers struggle to curl. “Greedy. Just anything gets you off, huh. What a good whore.”

His point his proven when your whine rises into a wail as he struggles to bully in a fourth finger into your rapidly fluttering cunt.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Y-Ye—Ah, uh-huh.”

“Hah.”

A special desperation laces the whining noise high in his throat. He gives up on fitting in a fourth so his tongue can slit in beside the others instead.

“Lev’!” you shriek. “Fuck, I saw you, did you c-come like this?”

He grunts non-commitally, tongue probing deeper. Heavy heat licks pelts your walls.

Tears bleed onto your lashes. Your eyes shut, and they pour over. “‘m not a whore, you are.”

A visible shiver wracks his body.

Arousal turns over your belly. It’ll be a while before you can come again, so you should indulge him (as much as you can think to, at least).

“Being such a good boy, makin’ me feel so good. My good boy.”

He moans loudly, eyes squeezed shut. His arm is practically clinging to your shaking thigh.

“Am I making you feel better?”

His glazed eyes flutter before his mouth pulls off. Your hand, previously, clenched in the sheets, is dragged to your clit. He give it a tap, and your hips jump.

“Is it too much, sweetheart?” he coos softly, guiding your palm up and down.

Your head flails over the pillows as searing pleasure wracks you. “Yes.”

But you let him use you.

“Too bad,” he grunts. “Keep touching yourself.”

Whimpering, you bend to his will. Far away, you feel the mattress dip beside your head; you think he grabs a pillow.

“Keep going, sweetness,” he says, too softly to make it an order. “You’re gonna gush for me.”

He leaves no room for debate.

You weep up at the ceiling, barely hearing. A hand smears tears off your cheek, beckoning your attention towards him. Your cum glistens his nose, his shiny lips, his chin.

“Remember to use your colors.”

You don’t hear his words, just his rough rasp in that same ordering tone.

He gives your cheek a light slap, then your tit. “You better be fucking listening.”

Your hips jump up. “Uh-huh! I am I am.”

“What a good girl.” Levi leans back and shoves his trousers down to his knees. When those are done away with, sticky white cum cakes his thighs in places. His wet cock is still half-hard.

You start craving your fingers.

“Honey,” you cry softly. “‘m I making you feel better?”

That same pillow is laid long-ways between his round thighs. His hand runs down yours, once again guiding your slippery palm. “Yeah. ‘Course you are.”

He shuffles back down again and presses a trail of quick, sticky kisses until his tongue lathering your slit, licking around your fingers.

“Oh my god, fuck!”

Levi grunts. His head lifts, and he spits on your pussy. Three fingers bury inside.

“Relax.” He takes your hand and gives your knuckles a kiss before planting your hand back in his hair. “Just keep coming for me.”

In a sudden shift, his head bows and licks into your hole, joining his fingers again. His palms keep your thighs where he wants them.

You fucking plan to.

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Oh god todays prompt lets me go batshit crazy! This week is song inspired fics and today the song is “the red means I love you”. I have never listened to the song but I’ve read the lyrics so this is based on that.

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Executioner - Morningstar! Ithaqua x reader

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Pairing: Morningstar! Ithaqua x reader

Tw: um… torture, blood, toxic relationships, reader is kinda held captive and Helel’s sick ass thinks cutting them open will prove his love. This is short tho.

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Helel chuckles as he enters your cell, hands cupping your blood stained face. “Oh sweetheart..” he wastes no time shaking you awake, seeing your eyes slowly opening, exhaustion evident on your features. “Miss me?” You sneer, despite the torture you just endured, you have no intention of fueling the morningstars ego. “Screw you.” Your voice is raspy and barely audible, but just enough that Helel can hear it.

“What did you say to me?” He asks, hand smacking across your face. “I said, screw you.” He’s silent after you respond for a moment, before grabbing your chin and squeezing it just hard enough to hurt. “I think it’s best that I keep you from running your pretty little mouth.” He laughs, taking off his glove and shoving it into your mouth.

Immediately, you taste iron, your own blood. This causes you to gag, eyes watering as the taste makes you Ill, causing Helel to laugh like a maniac. “Oh, (Name), do you want it out?” Desperate, you quickly nod, to which Helel delivers another harsh smack across your face. “Use your words, darling.” You try as hard as you can, desperately trying to get any words out, tears streaming down your face as the nausea worsens.

“Oh, my love, it seems like you don’t want it taken out after all.” He laughs as he watches the way your eyes widen and you yell unintelligibly, tears streaming down your face as he turns away, rummaging through a bucket of items on the other side of your cell. Eventually, he comes back with a scalpel. “I wonder, would the inside of you look as pretty as the outside?”

You scream and try to move away, struggling against your restraints. “Oh, now now..” Helel smirks, holding the scalpel close to your stomach. “Hold still, won’t you? It hurts less if you stay still.” Despite your previous disobedience, you’re more than willing to behave now, closing your eyes and shivering as you feel the cold metal approaching the skin of your stomach.

Slowly, painfully, you feel it digging into your skin, causing you to scream in pain. “Shhh.. you’re doing a good job..” Helel whispers, free hand running through your hair as he continues cutting into your stomach. “Oh, how I wish you could see how beautiful your insides are, (Name)..” As he continues, you can see your life flashing before your eyes, muffled sobs and pleas for him to stop escaping from your mouth.

“Hold still, (Name)” Helel whispers, staring at the way blood drips from your wounds, hands reaching in to open it up. “Gorgeous, your insides are gorgeous..” he laughs, feeling the way your hands find their way to his free one, squeezing it tightly as if he was not the one putting you through this nightmare. “They’re all mine, every part of you is mine..” he plants a kiss on your cheek.

“Look at me, sweetheart..” he whispers, grinning as you open your eyes, instinctively looking down towards where your wounds should be before he stops you. “No no, look up here.” He gently lifts your chin and has you look up at him as he slowly sews up the wounds he had made, wrapping them up afterwards. “You did such a good job…”

You feel his hands reach in and pull the glove out of your mouth, the way he slowly unchains you and picks you up, stroking your hair. “There there..” he pushes your head into his shoulder so you can cry into it, sitting you on his lap. “Oh darling, you know I do this because I love you right?” Helel’s voice sends shivers down your spine, but in a way you find yourself comforted by the way he holds you, despite what he had just done.

“You’re mine, (Name).” He mutters, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Every single part of you is mine.”

[lunarisdeus]

[ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood - from Bussaba (@topaz-adorned)

The Depths were a place he disliked coming to. The pull was near instant, some part of him enjoyed it here and he hated that part of him... The darkness, the scent and pull of warmth. It was unmistakably similar to his memories of his past, a past he couldn't help but miss.

Unfortunately there were qualities here he found unpleasant as well. It was alien, the plants especially. The monsters were a severe pain in the ass. And the fact it took an incredibly long time to get Bussaba from one place to the next, he had refused to stay on the surface and she was now stalling progress. Usually he was the one that had to keep up with her.

Normally his patience didn't suffer from a sense of urgency, his stress was constant.. he knew how to effectively exist with it and use it to his advantage. Although, right here and now... he snapped, regrettably.

Bussaba had slowed to a stop again. He could see how tenative she was, nothing about this situation was comfortable. If it had been any other time, maybe he'd be sensitive to how her body language screamed in fearfulness. But not today, not right now.

" Let's move, now, Bussaba, " trying hard to not sound as frustrated as he was, and failing, " You're being ridiculous, I can see just fine. We're safe, but we won't be if we keep stopping, " Goddess forbid should they stop and a stahl scout found them. Or worse.

He didn't heed her warnings— not as she backed up when he took grip of her arm and definitely not when she snarled as he urged her forward with a tug. And that seemed to be enough.

She launched herself at him, teeth snapping and finding a home in his right shoulder. Slicing deeply into his flesh and muscle, gritting his teeth to remain as silent as he can despite the pain. Holding her at the base of one of her secondary horns and his other hand holding an upper arm, voice grinding out a command, " LET GO. "

[storiesundercandlelight]

The Lessons of Mistakes

So I decided to go ahead and write the Geoffrey fic about him drinking the blood of Arthur and later worrying about becoming a vampire...so here we go! Unedited for now! I'll come back and fix mistakes later! <3

Geoffreys feet carried him slowly and unsteadily through the streets of London as he made his way back to Priwen's current hideout. His breath was laboured, his muscles ached, bruises from the fight with Reid littered his skin. But wounds and bruises Geoffrey could deal with, it was the gnawing feeling of anxiety that was making the walk back so difficult.

God you're a fool. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind when he threw his head back, drinking the dark liquid from the vial. It wasn't until Reid had put him on his knees and scoffed at his stupidity that Geoffrey considered why the blood of Arthur was such a valuable enhancement. "You're going to become the very thing you hate the most McCullum, did you even consider the consequences? Leaving not only your men but the woman you love behind as well?"

He hadn't. He'd selfishly pushed all thoughts of both of those things to the back of his mind when he'd made the trip to Pembroke to confront Reid. Now as he approached the base it was all he could think of. And for the first time in many years, Geoffrey felt broken.

He felt the weight of sadness, helplessness, anger, so many emotions pilling up on his shoulders. He wanted to scream, to curse himself for making such a stupid decision, and for what? His pride? His own need to rid the world of leeches? Even now he knew deep down that Reid was different, why couldn't he have come to that revelation before he'd tipped the blood of a potential vampire down his throat?

It took a moment for Geoffrey to realise he'd stopped walking, the entrance to the base was just across the street but he couldn't move. His eyes flicked up to the window where he knew you were waiting for him, a faint light flickering behind the closed drapes. Of all the things he'd put you through, the danger he'd introduced into your life just by being a part of it, none of that compared to what he was about to do. To tell you after everything, all the battles he'd come back from, all the fear and hardships you'd both gone through, this was the last night he'd have with you.

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The silence was so thick Geoffrey was sure it was the reason he was finding it hard to breathe. He didn't move though, his feet stayed firmly planted to the same spot in the middle of the room he'd been stood in for the last ten minutes. That's all it had taken. Well, five really, then the rest of the minutes ticked by like hours as you sat there on the edge of the bed staring at him. Your eyes almost as red as his tired and beaten ones were, but yours he knew were red from the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.

Geoffrey wasn't sure what he wanted, your anger? Maybe he wanted you to scream at him, hit him over and over for being so stupid, to throw things, to let rage take over. But then again maybe that was what he wanted himself to do. But instead you just sat there, jaw tight as you continued to stare at him in disbelief.

"I'm sorry" Even his voice didn't carry the way he'd intended it to, it was hoarse, rough and tired, all but breaking as he tried to hold in whatever emotions were trying to claw their way out of him.

"So am I" you whispered. Geoffrey watched as you took in a deep but shaky breath, your eyes falling to the floor as you continued to sit there. He knew in this moment that seeing you angry would be easier for him, seeing the pain and sadness on your face was heartbreaking in a way he didn't even want to think about let alone be feeling himself.

"I don't know for sure - the leech - Reid, didn't tell me if he knew what would happen" Geoffrey took his own deep breath now, letting it go and his eye close as he shook his head. "I suppose I can see why he didn't want to be helpful"

"Perhaps he doesn't know either, he hasn't been an Elon very long" You were still staring at the floor, your voice quiet but lacking the shake that it had earlier. "I don't know what to do"

"Maybe I should leave, or tell the lads what's happened, have them lock me up until we know. Then they can take care of it."

"Take care of it? Geoffrey it's you we're talking about" Your eyes flicked back up to meet his, your brows coming together not in anger but pure frustration and helplessness. "No. You're staying here, in this room. You've taught me what to do and...and I don't want to spend what could be your last night with you locked away and not being able to be with you"

"It's too risky to do it like that, if I do turn you'll be right beside me, what if I can't control myself?"

"Then I won't have to spend the rest of my life alone" Hearing those words come from your lips hurt Geoffrey more than his stupidity. He may not have accepted it before but he was important to you, more important than anyone. You had sacrificed so much, been through so much together, the very idea of losing you would have sent him into a blind rage of agony. So of course if would feel the same for you.

The building Priwen was currently calling home was quiet, only the occasional pattern of footsteps were heard as Geoffrey laid down beside you on the bed, his weapons and jacket discarded haphazardly on his desk, except for his gun, which he placed beside you, loaded with silver.

You turned your head to Geoffrey, wrapped in his arms Geoffrey felt you push closer to him. This could be it. How could it be that the moment he finally found an ounce of happiness in his life, he goes and makes the biggest mistake of his life. He would never be able to touch you, to kiss you or laugh with you again, he wouldn't be there to see Priwen put an end to the leech problem. Hell if they even can.

But tonight, for however many hours he might have left he can at least spend them by your side. "I want to kiss you"

"When have you ever asked permission to kiss me?" You smirked, he remembered the first time you had kissed, you were sad, angry and blabbering endlessly until he had crushed his lips into yours. This time is wasn't like that. This time you kissed like it could be the last, you knew very well it could be. It was slow, familiar, full of emotion.

You kissed each other like you'd done a hundred times before, but this time it felt different, a frantic need scratching at both of your hearts begging both not to stop, to never stop. A part of Geoffrey knew that undressing you was a bad idea, he didn't know when he would turn if he does and the both of you being undressed and wrapped around each other didn't seem like the best scenario to put yourselves in. But he didn't care, he needed you. And by the way you pulled his clothes off just as fast he knew you felt the same.

Your bodies moved slowly against each other, you both trying desperately to drag this moment out for as long as you could, Geoffrey felt your arms pull his down closer as he moved his hips, relishing each small gasp that feel from your lips. God if he is going to die he wants this memory to stay with him wherever he ends up.

He brushed away the tear that slipped down the side of your face as you looked up at him, trying your best to lock every little feature of him into your memory, every scar, the colour of his eyes, the curve of his lips when he smiled. It was painful. So painful that tears kept filling your eyes, you couldn't lose him. Not now. Geoffrey felt your grip on him tighten, you foreheads pressed together, gentle kisses were places between shallow breaths as you clung to each other until the end.

It was late, almost dawn you imagined. Hours had passed since you and Geoffrey laid in bed holding each other. The room had the faint chill of the morning winter air, but Geoffrey made you both get dressed just in case so you weren't cold. But the shaking that racked through your body had nothing to do with the cold. You were nervous, every little noise raising the hairs on your arms. Geoffreys sleep heavy breathing the only other sound in the room as your fingers laced through his hair over and over. His head rested on your lap, his gun rested in your other hand.

You had been like this for an age, your legs were stiff and your back begged you to lie down but you remained sitting upright, half in fear of waking Geoffrey up but also half in fear of not being in a vulnerable position if the worst happens. Time went on, your eyes grew heavy, your body screamed, your heart raced in anxiety at what was to come. Waiting was never a game you liked to play, but this felt like torture.

It was only when Geoffrey moved that your eyes snapped opened again, your hand gripping onto the gun, your body tensing and your breath stopping in its tracks. Geoffrey was waking up.

[abeinginsand]

Little Flowers of Hope

Sometimes when the others are fast asleep in hq, Sparrow uses his magic to spawn little flowers to softly tuck into their hair tops. It's based on a tradition from childhood--one he got from his Grandma Bin Bin* before she passed. He remembers falling asleep while drawing the first time it happened. He was stretched out on a tie dyed floor blanket, many crayons surrounding him.

It was a shock to wake up later with a white flower curled around one of his fingers and another white one tucked into Lark's hair too. The mysterious flowers continued to appear throughout their two week stay at their grandma's house and the twins quickly realized who the culprit was. They had fun sneaking flowers onto her in revenge too. Grandma also taught them how to weave plants together, mostly for flower crowns or bracelets.

The twins used the knowledge for that and, more importantly, for little weapons! She never joined in on that part though she cheered them on with a amused smile. Instead, she and their parents reminded them which plants were dangerous or safe to touch, smell, or eat. The lectures were boring (especially for Lark) but the two keep the info in mind for their mini adventures.

They're thankful for the boring lectures when they end up in a strange and lively new world. Especially when they start getting hungry and distrust the townsfolk. They may be all confidence, sass, and strength by day but at night the twins are still kids that would like to go home. That still miss their grandma and her little flowers that made waking up even more magical than usual. There are a few flowers growing around the town though and so Sparrow rummaged some from his pockets one night. Lark's tucked in beside him on this big bed with itchy sheets.

He weaves a bracelet for each of them while trying to ignore the ache in his mouth from grinding. The pain and itch woke him up and it's more calming to listen to Lark peacefully sleep then to attempt to himself again. He only closes his eyes after he's carefully placed their bracelets on. Lark doesn't say anything directly about the bracelets. Instead, he hugs Sparrow for a moment and keeps a hold on his hand as they explore the town further in the morning. Sparrow wakes up the next day with a red and purple flower crown. Things feel more hopeful somehow, less of an eerie weight trailing just behind them. Feels easier to fall back into their mischievous ways again. They scheme to prank the towns people and thus the Lord of Chaos is born.

At Ravenloft, it is a dusty and vacant space. The only sounds being one purple rob yelling at them or the other lecturing them to be calm and mindful. There is no food, no decorations, yet sometimes they can hear a low humming and strumming at night. The twins do sneak around, trying to find an escape route. They get caught though and learn just how mean these strangers can be.

The next day, Lark mentions wanting to push them into the fighting pit. Sparrow is all for the idea and the two share devious smiles until they hear the robes arguing loudly in a near by room.

There is banging and crashing. The twins go quiet and pale, huddled together even closer than before. Sparrow feels the phantom pain of the stab wound on one leg. Lark's trying hard not to think about how the sounds remind him of the pyramid and debris. Someone whispers a chant of "it'll be oakay" and neither really believe it.

None of the various feelings stop them from trying to get out, only changes the way they go about it. One of them stays behind while the other sneaks around. At some point the escape plan came second to just finding anything to snack on though. By the time the other kids start to appear, they still haven't find anything. They take comfort in having more people they know and can trust around. The kids are able to search in pairs too and that's how the twins finally find a little crack in one wall on the first floor one day.

It's big enough for Lark to fit a hand through the hole and there's what might have been a unkempt garden once on the other side. It's hope in a hopefully edible shape and they manage to grab a few things to bring back to the others in the shared room. The kids nibble on what's edible and for what isn't...Sparrow tucks them into everyone's hair while they rest. The plants aren't filling but it's better than nothing. And atleast the decorative ones were something to look forward to in the morning. Finally some more color and even some smiles too in the washed out and dreaded place.

So as adults, the flowers are a reminder of that discovery. They are little spots of happiness after a hard mission or disagreement or atleast a nice distraction from life in general for a moment. Sparrow is the main one doing it but they all make sure to on occasion sprinkle the love wolf of the group with their own flowers as well.

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*Edit: Added correction to the grandmother's name via Doodler-rights (thank you!)

from Rhi Rhi to Bin Bin (or is it Bin-Bin?) I think Will brings up some other family members too but not sure about their names either. Things to look up..

Also Ri ri was for Henry apparently which makes a lot of sense, not sure if that was Rhianna related or if that part is also me misremembering.

[potofstewie]

Lazy Sunday

A/N: Lmao I apologize for the lack of decor on this post, this is just a short self indulgent fic that literally describes what the past week has been for me, i didn't proof read this shit i just wrote based on good vibes and didn't look back + im too lazy to be more proper with this. shit is rengoku x reader fluff btw anyway enjoy

Soft rain sprinkled the gloomy world outside, soft plops resounding from the roof as the tv played a movie you didn’t care for. You sighed softly and shifted slightly on the couch you laid on as you gave all your attention to your switch, trying your best to not disturb the sleeping 5’10 cargo that was sprawled on top of you, muscular arms wrapped around your torso and legs intertwined with yours. 

You stifled a yawn as you focused on the switch you held above your lover’s head that resided on your chest, rapidly pressing A to speed up the conversation between you and a Pokémon gym leader as blond strands tickled your wrists with each button press. A content sigh left your body as you basked in the peaceful moment. You loved days like this, days where you and ever so energetic Kyojuro silently agreed that you two couldn’t be bothered with things to do. Days where you both opted for takeout rather than the usual cooking. Days where instead of rising early and being productive, Kyojuro would stay in bed an hour longer with you. Days where he allowed himself to take naps on the couch and be the small spoon. 

You gently ran your fingers through his hair as you watched your Flamingo defeat a Psyduck, a slight groan interrupting the soft snores that came from your lover. Kyojuro began to stir from his slumber, a tired grunt erupting from his throat as his sleep heavy eyes blinked themselves slowly. “What..time is it?” He muttered softly, husky voice causing your heart to skip a beat. 

“I dunno, it’s probably two.” You answered nonchalantly, raising your switch a bit higher as Kyojuro shifted his head, moving the bangs that stuck to the side of his face. With an “mhm” he relaxed once more, trying his hardest to meld his body with yours. You placed your hand under his shirt, running your hand over his shoulder blade. Another hum left his body as he slowly brought himself back to sleep, arms gently squeezing your torso. 

After a minute or two, the soft snores once more filled the living room, intermingling with the tv noise. As another yawn ripped from your mouth, you raised your arm up high, shaking from the intensity of it. As tears pricked the corners of your eyes, your fingers loosened your grip on the switch. With a harsh exhale, you watched in what felt like slow motion as the switch made hard contact with your boyfriend’s head, a loud clank and pained grunt disrupting the once peaceful room.

“Oh, shit!” you said choking back a giggle. “I’m so sorry, Kyo!” You frantically rubbed and planted small kisses on his head. You truly didn’t mean to laugh at your boyfriend’s pain but the accident caught you off guard. Kyojuro lazily rubbed his head as a sigh left his nose.

“That really hurt..” He trailed off, finally facing you with his bottom lip sticking out; unruly eyebrows creating a deep crease. You let out a giggle as your mind compared him to that of a kicked puppy. You craned your head and placed a kiss on his forehead, his sour expression instantly changing to a more upbeat one.

“I’m sorry baby, honest. Forgive me?” You asked softly, a small smile gracing your lips. Kyojuro beamed at you, a hearty chuckle erupting from his chest. 

“It was an accident! Of course I forgive you, my flame!” He reassured before returning his head back to his original position, handing you back your switch. 

With another kiss to his head, you took the switch and settled it on the floor before wrapping your arms around him. “I think I’ll join you in dream world.” You declared, eliciting a pleased hum from Kyojuro.

“About time, I was all by my lonesome eating a bunch of sweet potatoes.” 

(Lmao I literally dunno how to end this properly.) 

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

[florbelles]

— OCS AS AESTHETICS FOR THE ENTITIES

tagged by @gwynbleidd, @chuckhansen, @inafieldofdaisies, @queennymeria, @corvosattano & @deputy-morgan-malone (that tumblr is willing to show me in my notifs), ty beloveds!! not sending out any tags since i'm so so so far behind and i think this has made the rounds at least in terms of the usual suspects getting tagged at some point, but if i am Wrong please use this as yours xx

aesthetics for the entities, part i. bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

i. THE BURIED. weighted blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust & sand speaking to you.

ii. THE CORRUPTION. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with that you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

iii. THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight*. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

*in a bunker way, not a voluntary way

iv. THE DESOLATION. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

v. THE FLESH. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out. more than one heart. appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot. knowing to fear pigs. the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery. something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only. teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you. cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi. THE END. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flatlining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul & spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii. THE EYE. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colors. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

viii. THE HUNT. sharp canines. sore calves after a run. the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill. a whistle’s echo. the woods. the doe eyes of a prey animal. your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked. fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters. hide & seek. running away only to end up where you started. staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run*. a set of footsteps behind you*. blood dripping from bare hands. barks & growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood. catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft. peering into the dark & running after it.

*she is the one who chases she is the footsteps behind you etc etc etc

ix. THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realise they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. THE SLAUGHTER. a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knifeblock on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. THE SPIRAL. sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish colour. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes & tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER. wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs & pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colours of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter & sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii. THE VAST. open spaces. carnival rides going up & down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles & miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak—willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realising it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unrealiability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs & fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

+ THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

[deputyash]

OC Aesthetics for the Entities

Tagged by @deputy-morgan-malone to do this aesthetic tag game. Thank you!

Rules: Bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. Rest of the fears here. This is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

Tagging: @strafethesesinners @harmonyowl @derelictheretic @teamhawkeye @peachyaliien @ri-a-rose @redreart @statichvm @shellibisshe @glowwormsmith @fuckin-nancy @wrathfl @isobel-thorm @adelaidedrubman @blissfulalchemist @direwombat @jacobseed @v0idbuggy @wrathfulrook @mel-eficent @cassietrn @nightwingshero @beemot

Dove Ash (FC5)

i.  THE BURIED.  weighted blankets.  drowning.  the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots.  letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool.  walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little.  dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways.  feeling like one with the earth.  a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below.  cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts.  hands calloused from digging.  knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you.  a storm drowning you out. dust & sand speaking to you.

ii.  THE CORRUPTION. insects.  a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans.   an untreated wound.  containment.  breaching containment.  unbreathable air. fungi.  one with that you love.  one with what loves you.   a corpse unfit for a glass case.  hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs.  honeycomb patterns.  an ecosystem within a person.  a curse passed on.  the hubris of a scientist.  an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief.  parasites.  something pushing up the sewer.  a mask to keep something out.  trypophobia.  knowing you belong.  death weeks after impact.  fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box.   death behind a glass.

iii.  THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves.  the feel of cold marble.  a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see.  hiding under a blanket.  white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night.  time before light was created.  a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to.  withering plants.  a world without a sun.  footfalls in an empty house in the night.  a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should.  desperate reach for a flashlight.  clothes that hide your shape.  staying unperceivable.  winter months in the north.  an empty church.

iv.  THE DESOLATION. senseless pain.  warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire.  heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for,  gone so soon.  the smell of gasoline.  touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood.  inescapably warm air.  a child born in fire.  death of a loved one.  a candle without a flame.  an altar in the middle of the woods.  animals with burnt fur.  plastic explosives. burning hot metal.  sweating in an interrogation room.  never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you.  the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer.  the agony of hellfire displayed as art.  auburn hair.  little clothing in cold weather.  a ripple in the air.  trying to cool down in vain.

v.  THE FLESH. body horror.   factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out.  more than one heart.  appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot.  knowing to fear pigs.   the butcher’s shop.   plastic surgery.  something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only.  teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you.  cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi.  THE END. the last page of a book.  nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares.  a skeletal hand.  the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain.  ivory dice.  flat-lining in a hospital.  gambling with death.  as old as the universe.  soul & spirit tied to an object.  a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one.  knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it.  a thousand cords tugging you towards your end.  skin that’s freezing to the touch.  an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness.  watching your own burial.   causing your own burial.  the smell of death. numbness to fear.  words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe.  multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii.  THE EYE. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments.  the unforgiving lens of a camera.  witness reports.   hidden libraries.  eyes of different colors.  feeling of being watched.  a death recorded in tape.   a tragedy you can’t look away from.   endangering yourself for knowledge.  truth. analog records.  a symbol of an eye.  a watch tower.  compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it.  saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves.  cataloguing systems.  voyeurism.  police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out.  smell of old papers.  books that read you back.

viii.  THE HUNT. sharp canines.  sore calves after a run.  the scent of blood.  an adventure for the journey’s sake.  the adrenaline right before the kill.  a whistle’s echo.  the woods.  the doe eyes of a prey animal.  your own breath in the air.  sharpened claws.  being tracked.  fear of someone knowing your every movement.  hunting down monsters.  hide & seek.  running away only to end up where you started.  staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run.  a set of footsteps behind you.  blood dripping from bare hands.  barks & growls.  focused eyes.  a victim going limp under your hands.  a mouth full of fresh blood.  catching the scent of something monstrous.  perfecting your craft.  peering into the dark & running after it.

ix.  THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed.  completely vacant streets.  waking up to see everyone gone.  fog.  point nemo.  a house too big to hear your family members in.  alone in a faceless crowd.  a mask with nothing behind it.  separated cubicles.  a deafening silence where joy should be.  a blinding spotlight.  the least missed in your friend group.  streets without lights in the windows.  isolation.  not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you.  need for silence.  fear of crowds.  staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you.  a ship alone at sea.  depression.  knowing your friends are better off without you.  talking to someone only to realize they’re gone.  a family too large to notice you there.  safety in being alone.

x.  THE SLAUGHTER a game of tag.   senseless violence.  a true crime hobby.   improvised weapons.  blinding rage.  intent to kill.   a horrific day in a quiet community.  a medal of bravery.  holding on to what validates your anger.   history books that spare no details.  an injury you want revenge for.  war.  counting kills.  songs of soldiers.   a knife block on the counter.  a pool of blood.  shellshock.  unspeakable horrors.  anger pushing you forward.  unimaginable pain.  not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming.  a fully human monster.  an authority sending its lessers to their deaths.  kill or be killed.  unedited wartime memoirs.  a weapons collection.  not knowing the names of who you kill.  too many to remember.  loss of hope.  there’s no heroes in war.

xi.  THE SPIRAL sleep deprivation.  corridors you can get lost in.  maze puzzles that loop back on themselves.  losing possessions.   losing people.  losing your sanity.  corkscew curls.  rows of funhouse mirrors.  optical illusions.  a separate reality.  walking through the wrong door.   delusions.  not knowing what your hands are doing.   blank spaces in documents.   hallucinations.  wrong proportions.  a nameless thing.  a place that has never existed.  doubting your own mind.  blind faith. losing track of names,  labels,  categories.   distorted sound.  an imperfection in a glass that twists the view.   loss of time.   a garish color.  doors that open to nowhere.  lies. an unnatural laugh.  jokes & tricks.  illusions.  a doorway.  a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles.  doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible.  fractals you can get lost in.

xii.  THE STRANGER wax figures.  a close approximation of a human face.  a borrowed appearance.  a strange smell.  glass eyes.  furs & pelts.  a dance.  a song of a choir.  the uncanny valley.  stitching yourself together.  the colors of a circus.  a puppet with no strings. mannequins.  glitter & sequin.  a stranger you’ve always known.  someone strange in the place of someone you knew.  stolen identities.  stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity.  the anonymity of a service worker.  hiding in plain sight.  uncomfortable to look at.  a faked accent.  concealing.  forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are.  a replacement no one notices.  images that look posed.  the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii.  THE VAST. open spaces.   carnival rides going up & down.  fear of heights.  endless infinity around you.  your insignificance in an universe.  stomach turning at a drop.  fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip.  the sway of a cable car.  an adventure holiday.  losing track of where the surface is.  miles & miles of nothing around you.  staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it.  loss of control.  a fall that doesn’t end in death.  glass floor to the view below.  terminal velocity.  the sound of wind in your ears.   a reach over the railing.  a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing.  feeling your feet let go of the ground.  a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv.  THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings.  power over the weak—willed.  strings of fate.  manipulation.   an arranged accident.  a hundred minions doing your bidding.  cobwebs.  spiders.  a laid trap. never voicing discomfort.  outwitting a cheater.  doing things without realizing it.  red string across a corkboard.  finding something lost where you were sure you checked.  power over the unreliability of chance.  watching others dance for you.  an entangled death.  a thousand tiny legs & fangs.  shady forum threads.  something important gone missing.  suspiciously disregarded case.  a missing witness.  connections.  the world wide web.  power of victimhood.  gullibility.  no control over your own decisions.  an invisible leash.  mass psychology.  a horror film in the making.  scapegoat.  never remembering to ask for a name.

+  THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era.  apocalypse movies.  the alarms of warning systems.   a desolate landscape.  end of the world cults.  nihilism.  the last written history. a changed world.  no survivors.  old prophecies.  a thousand predicted ends.  a new chapter.  an end with no escape.  catastrophes.  a calendar counting down.  breaking point.  overindulgence.

Izel of Baldur's Gate (BG3)

i.  THE BURIED.  weighted blankets.  drowning.  the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots.  letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool.  walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little.  dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways.  feeling like one with the earth.  a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below.  cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts.  hands calloused from digging.  knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you.  a storm drowning you out.  dust & sand speaking to you.

ii.  THE CORRUPTION. insects.  a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans.  an untreated wound.  containment.  breaching containment.  unbreathable air. fungi.  one with that you love.  one with what loves you.   a corpse unfit for a glass case.  hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs.  honeycomb patterns.  an ecosystem within a person.  a curse passed on.  the hubris of a scientist.  an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief.  parasites.  something pushing up the sewer.  a mask to keep something out.  trypophobia.  knowing you belong.  death weeks after impact.  fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box.   death behind a glass.

iii.  THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves.  the feel of cold marble.  a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see.  hiding under a blanket.  white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night.  time before light was created.  a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants.  a world without a sun.  footfalls in an empty house in the night.  a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should.  desperate reach for a flashlight.  clothes that hide your shape.  staying unperceivable.  winter months in the north.  an empty church.

iv.  THE DESOLATION. senseless pain.  warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire.  heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for,  gone so soon.  the smell of gasoline.  touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire.  death of a loved one.  a candle without a flame.  an altar in the middle of the woods.  animals with burnt fur.  plastic explosives. burning hot metal.  sweating in an interrogation room.  never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you.  the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer.  the agony of hellfire displayed as art.  auburn hair.  little clothing in cold weather.  a ripple in the air.  trying to cool down in vain.

v.  THE FLESH. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out.  more than one heart.  appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot.  knowing to fear pigs.   the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery.  something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only.  teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you.  cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi.  THE END. the last page of a book.  nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares.  a skeletal hand.  the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain.  ivory dice.  flatlining in a hospital.  gambling with death.  as old as the universe.  soul & spirit tied to an object.  a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one.  knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it.  a thousand cords tugging you towards your end.  skin that’s freezing to the touch.  an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness.  watching your own burial.  causing your own burial.  the smell of death. numbness to fear.  words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe.  multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii.  THE EYE. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments.  the unforgiving lens of a camera.  witness reports.   hidden libraries.  eyes of different colors.  feeling of being watched.  a death recorded in tape.  a tragedy you can’t look away from.   endangering yourself for knowledge.  truth. analog records.  a symbol of an eye. a watch tower.  compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it.  saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves.  cataloguing systems.  voyeurism.  police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out.  smell of old papers.  books that read you back.

viii.  THE HUNT. sharp canines.  sore calves after a run.  the scent of blood.  an adventure for the journey’s sake.  the adrenaline right before the kill.  a whistle’s echo. the woods.  the doe eyes of a prey animal.  your own breath in the air.  sharpened claws.  being tracked.  fear of someone knowing your every movement.  hunting down monsters.  hide & seek.  running away only to end up where you started.  staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run.  a set of footsteps behind you.  blood dripping from bare hands.  barks & growls.  focused eyes.  a victim going limp under your hands.  a mouth full of fresh blood.  catching the scent of something monstrous.  perfecting your craft.  peering into the dark & running after it.

ix.  THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed.  completely vacant streets.  waking up to see everyone gone.  fog.  point nemo.  a house too big to hear your family members in.  alone in a faceless crowd.  a mask with nothing behind it.  separated cubicles.  a deafening silence where joy should be.  a blinding spotlight.  the least missed in your friend group.  streets without lights in the windows.  isolation.  not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you.  need for silence.  fear of crowds.  staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you.  a ship alone at sea.  depression.  knowing your friends are better off without you.  talking to someone only to realize they’re gone.  a family too large to notice you there.  safety in being alone.

x.  THE SLAUGHTER a game of tag.   senseless violence.  a true crime hobby.   improvised weapons.  blinding rage.  intent to kill.   a horrific day in a quiet community.  a medal of bravery.  holding on to what validates your anger.   history books that spare no details.  an injury you want revenge for.  war.  counting kills.  songs of soldiers.  a knife block on the counter.  a pool of blood.  shellshock.  unspeakable horrors.  anger pushing you forward.  unimaginable pain.  not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming.  a fully human monster.  an authority sending its lessers to their deaths.  kill or be killed.  unedited wartime memoirs.  a weapons collection.  not knowing the names of who you kill.  too many to remember.  loss of hope.  there’s no heroes in war.

xi.  THE SPIRAL sleep deprivation.  corridors you can get lost in.  maze puzzles that loop back on themselves.  losing possessions.   losing people.  losing your sanity.  corkscew curls.  rows of funhouse mirrors.  optical illusions.  a separate reality.  walking through the wrong door.   delusions.  not knowing what your hands are doing.  blank spaces in documents.   hallucinations.  wrong proportions.  a nameless thing.  a place that has never existed.  doubting your own mind.  blind faith. losing track of names,  labels, categories.  distorted sound.  an imperfection in a glass that twists the view.  loss of time.  a garish color.  doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh.  jokes & tricks.  illusions.  a doorway.  a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles.  doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible.  fractals you can get lost in.

xii.  THE STRANGER wax figures.  a close approximation of a human face.  a borrowed appearance.  a strange smell.  glass eyes.  furs & pelts.  a dance.  a song of a choir.  the uncanny valley.  stitching yourself together.  the colors of a circus.  a puppet with no strings. mannequins.  glitter & sequin.  a stranger you’ve always known.  someone strange in the place of someone you knew.  stolen identities.  stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity.  the anonymity of a service worker.  hiding in plain sight.  uncomfortable to look at.  a faked accent.  concealing.  forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are.  a replacement no one notices.  images that look posed.  the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii.  THE VAST. open spaces.  carnival rides going up & down.  fear of heights.  endless infinity around you.  your insignificance in an universe.  stomach turning at a drop.  fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip.  the sway of a cable car.  an adventure holiday.  losing track of where the surface is.  miles & miles of nothing around you.  staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it.  loss of control.  a fall that doesn’t end in death.  glass floor to the view below.  terminal velocity.  the sound of wind in your ears.  a reach over the railing.  a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing.  feeling your feet let go of the ground.  a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv.  THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings.  power over the weak—willed.  strings of fate.  manipulation.   an arranged accident.  a hundred minions doing your bidding.  cobwebs.  spiders.  a laid trap. never voicing discomfort.  outwitting a cheater.  doing things without realizing it.  red string across a corkboard.  finding something lost where you were sure you checked.  power over the unreliability of chance.  watching others dance for you.  an entangled death.  a thousand tiny legs & fangs.  shady forum threads.  something important gone missing.  suspiciously disregarded case.  a missing witness.  connections.  the world wide web.  power of victimhood.  gullibility.  no control over your own decisions.  an invisible leash.  mass psychology.  a horror film in the making.  scapegoat.  never remembering to ask for a name.

+  THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era.  apocalypse movies.  the alarms of warning systems.   a desolate landscape.  end of the world cults.  nihilism.  the last written history. a changed world.  no survivors.  old prophecies.  a thousand predicted ends.  a new chapter.  an end with no escape.  catastrophes.  a calendar counting down.  breaking point.  overindulgence