#very ominous nonnie

[delcakoo]

hiiii…….

hiiiiii……..

[bucksangel]

In five

five what?? five what?? FIVE WHAT???

[doodle-pops]

A Love That Burns

Celegorm x reader

Request: I'M SO GLAD YOU OPENED THE REQUESTS NONNY!!!!!! You are an absolutely wonderful writer, I eat every one of your writing like the best steak ever🥺🥺 I live for angst, so👉👈 Can i request a fem!reader x celegorm or carantir? Reader is the human wife of one of our angry boys, and although she loves her husband very much, she still feels insecure in relationship with the elf because of societal prejudices(( And the boy is tired and doesn't want to deal with anything and the reader has been subjected to some taunts and tries to tell her beloved about it(( But doesn't have time and her elf snaps at her and they fight a lot... And this hothead forgets to control his stupid mouth and says he regrets marrying the reader((((( Of course he didn't mean it, but now he still has to deal with the consequences of his words and his lovely wife's low self-esteem(( Happy or unhappy ending, your choice! – anon

A/N: This was different from what you requested anon, and I’m terribly sorry. I do despise not writing what someone requested, however, I got lost in the writing because it was ANGST, a beloved theme of mine. I did try my best to stay on the part of the dispute and angst theme, but the reasons were entirely different from what you described. Apologies in advance, yet I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: heavy angst, breakup, dispute, mentions of Tyelko’s physical altercations, hurt/no comfort or happy ending

Words: 2k

Synopsis: You've decided after years of following the leader, to make your own stand and create a new path in your life.

As you stormed into the cosy room, the door slammed shut behind you, capturing the attention of your husband. He sat there, aloof and unperturbed, even though the anger coursing through your veins was impossible to miss. You shot him a fierce glance, and he casually raised a wine glass to his lips before turning his attention back to the dancing flames in the fireplace. Curiously, Huan, his loyal companion, was absent from the room this time, offering you a rare moment of solitude to confront the silver–haired, nonchalant elf.

With the room now yours alone, you felt liberated to unleash a torrent of fury and horror upon your husband. “You certainly left your mark today,” you seethed, your voice dripping with suppressed rage as you rifled through the closet, yanking clothes from drawers and shelves. Celegorm’s back remained turned, allowing you to carefully plan your approach without escalating the impending argument prematurely.

A scoff escaped his lips, followed by an eye roll and a leisurely yawn. It was a familiar scenario, one that played out every time he committed some outrageous act that grated on your sensibilities. Tonight was no exception. He seized the opportunity to make it a grand spectacle, leaving some unfortunate young elf languishing in a jail cell, beaten and bruised. While his actions might have warranted a more measured response, your husband was hardly one to concern himself with propriety when his adrenaline surged.

“I’ve always had a knack for leaving a lasting impression, my dear. It’s part of who I am; you ought to know that by now,” he retorted with a snide undertone. He exuded an air of regal charm and charisma as he spoke, seemingly immune to the consequences of his deeds, convinced that they were merely lessons in “respect” and “superiority.”

A surge of disgust welled up inside you as you shot a sidelong glance at him while continuing to stuff your clothes into his hunting bags. His utter lack of self–awareness and compassion left you bewildered. The Celegorm you had once known, a carefree, compassionate, and admittedly stubborn elf, seemed like a distant memory. Well, the stubborn part was still very much intact, but the night he had sworn that ominous oath had marked a turning point. It was as if you had witnessed the elf you once loved killed a part of himself, only to be reborn as a living nightmare. At times, you had even tried to convince yourself that this transformation was a necessary response to the darkness lurking in the world.

Day after day, night after night, you made promises and excuses for his behaviour. “He’ll change, he’ll change. This isn’t truly him,” you chanted to yourself after every heated confrontation. Yet, Celegorm had a knack for shattering your hope and turning it into a cruel mirage. You had lost all your friends, and any family who had wished to reach out had distanced themselves, fearing Tyelko would turn their presence into yet another issue. Jealousy had never been an issue before, nor had paper–thin insults. Things that could have been brushed off and ignored were now carefully nurtured by him, allowed to fester and destroy your life.

You were utterly alone, with even his presence feeling non–existent.

“It’s quite fascinating how your idea of making a lasting impression involves beating up those who dare to voice their whimsical comments. Must you inflict harm upon people for their veiled statements?” you snapped, unable to contain your thoughts any longer, your frustration with his demeanour finally bubbling over.

“Are you still dwelling on about that?” he retorted, irritation lacing his voice as he tightened his grip on the wine glass, causing a hairline crack to snake its way along its delicate surface.

Furious and fed up, you flung the clothes onto the ground, your anger and frustration boiling over. You spun around and shouted at him, “Yes, I am! And I won’t apologise if it bothers you, since you never bother to do the same for me!” Your inner turmoil had reached a breaking point, and you longed to shake some semblance of compassion into him. His obliviousness to the pain his thoughtless actions caused you only added more fuel to the fire. “All you ever do is harm people for senseless reasons and act as if no one should ever dare to criticise your actions!”

Growing tired of craning his neck and straining his ear to hear your grievances, he abandoned the sofa and turned to face you. He remained by the fireplace, enjoying the warmth it offered. He stared at you with his piercing forest green eyes, a silent warning that seemed to say, “Choose your words carefully.”

“No one has the right to speak about my family and our actions! They have no idea what we’re going through—”

“Well, I do, because I live it every day with you, and your methods of releasing your frustrations are unbearable!” You yelled in frustration, your voice rising in pitch. “I’ve tried to help you, and you’ve pushed me away, so now you resort to displaying your insecurities.”

“Insecurities?!” His right eye twitched, and he strode across the room to confront you, his fists clenched in frustration. His bewildered expression betrayed genuine hurt at your accusations, as if he couldn’t fathom you taking jabs at his struggles. It was a side of you he hadn’t expected; you had always been the compassionate and thoughtful one. “How is me defending you and my family from naysayers an act of insecurity?”

He shifted his weight to his left leg, his hips rolling in a display of astonishment. You locked eyes with him, your anger still burning as he threw a seemingly irrelevant question your way, acting as if he had no knowledge of the answer. He had witnessed your slow withdrawal from him and his circle, even from his family, but he seemed oblivious to anything beyond power, glory, and the oath. The Tyelko you once loved and grew with had faded away, and it wasn’t just the oath that had changed him; his true ambitions had rendered your presence obsolete, especially if this was the outcome of your arguments.

“Tyelko,” you began with an exasperated sob, “I’ve loved you for so many years, through thick and thin. I stood by your side even when your father was wrong, and I was foolish not to see it. I endured the silent suffering of Formenos, standing with you through your transformations. You think I wouldn’t recognize your insecurity? You only lash out when things don’t go your way to make yourself feel better.” Tears welled up in your eyes, and a few escaped, staining your clothes. Ignoring his judgmental gaze, you lowered your head to wipe your eyes and nose, sniffling as a mixture of tears and snot streamed down your face.

“That still doesn’t explain anything,” he snapped.

Casting him a look of disbelief, you realised that explaining this to him like he was a child was futile; he refused to see your perspective. “You’re becoming just like your father in the later years of his marriage, and I’m forced to walk in your mother’s footsteps. I have no friends left because of you; they’re terrified you’ll harm them if they speak up about my new life. I’m lonely, and you’re not listening. I take part of the blame for following you, but you...you’re tearing apart the rest of my life.”

“They’re not your friends if they’re worried about me making advances,” he retorted, his tone dripping with an air of self–righteousness, as if he had just uttered the wisdom of the ages. “But seriously, how am I ruining your life when I’m just clearing away obstacles?”

A surge of rage erupted within you, the lid of your patience finally blown off, and your words spilt out uncontrollably. “Because you never listen to me! You always believe what you’re doing is for the best, even when I’m clearly unhappy! I’m lonely because you drive everyone away; you don’t offer me the comfort and support you used to! You dismiss my concerns, telling me I’m complaining too much or that I’m a bother. You pick fights with anyone who disagrees with your family’s actions, and it terrifies people! I can’t go on like this anymore, and I’m exhausted!”

He stood there, silent and immobile in the doorway, his face contorting in a mix of confusion and disbelief. His expression seemed to ask, “What are you saying?” as he gingerly placed the wine glass on a nearby shelf in the closet. He opened his mouth to respond, but then hesitated, a deep frown furrowing his brow as he watched you spin around and begin gathering the clothes scattered on the floor, stuffing them into a bag. “W–What are you doing?” he stammered, his voice tinged with concern.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you groaned, forcefully shoving another set of clothes into the bag, your frustration evident. “I’m leaving. This life here isn’t for me.”

Your words hit him like a ton of bricks. Leave? You couldn’t be serious. Your home was with him, your lives were intertwined, and the idea of you leaving him was incomprehensible.

Stumbling forward in a state of shock, he cried out in anguish, “Y–You can’t leave me! We’re married, we have a bond, a life together! You can’t just abandon me! Tell me this is some kind of cruel joke, my love?” Your silence only fuelled his panic, pushing him toward hysterics. He knew that when you fell silent, it was a grave sign of your seriousness, and the waves of displeasure and dissatisfaction coursing through your bond were tearing him apart. He wanted to reach out and shake you, but he had no idea how you’d react.

“Y/N, please answer me, darling? I beg you, tell me you’re not leaving, that you’re just taking a break, perhaps some time away in the cabin?” His voice was filled with anguish and guilt, only now realising the gravity of your pleas as reality crashed down upon him.

You breathed heavily as you continued to gather your belongings, doing your best to avoid eye contact with his anguished performance. Where was this reaction when you first voiced your concerns? “I have every reason to leave, Your Highness. Removing myself from your presence is what I need, and I hope it brings me peace.”

“No! You can’t leave me. I—I love you! Can’t you see that? All those fights I got into defending you from insults and harm, it was because I love you! There was more to them than what meets the eye!” He pleaded with a heavy burden of guilt and regret, willing to get down on his knees if it meant you’d stay, but his pride seemed to hold him back.

Finally gathering all your belongings and slinging the bags over your shoulders, you didn’t bother changing into travel clothes. You’d do that later at a tavern along the way. As you moved toward the exit, Celegorm’s presence blocked your path. “I—…You have every right to be upset with me right now, and I know this, but… Give me a chance, just one chance to make things right! I can change.”

“Why didn’t you change before when you had the chance, instead of now?” He stood there, mouth agape, speechless. “I’ve had wonderful moments with you for most of my life, but these last few years have tarnished everything. And as much as I blame myself, you bear a share of responsibility. Now, step aside and let me leave in peace.” With that, you pushed past him, determined to embark on a new chapter of your life, leaving behind the turbulent past that had brought you to this point.

You didn’t spare him a glance, even though your heart ached with the weight of your decision. It was a wonder how his mother had managed to stand her ground and leave his father, but now you understood what separation felt like. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to leave your heart at the doorstep or cast it aside entirely. All you knew was that making the right decision for the betterment of your life was a painful, but necessary, choice. You only prayed that you would manage successfully on your own without crumbling to the floor.

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[lostmykiliel]

Hey 😊 quick question- the song Apo posted to his story (the one with the ominous black screen, where you can just hear the song playing). Didn’t Mile post the same song a while ago or am I tripping? Anyway, I thought if anyone knew, it‘d probably be you haha

Hey nonnie,

I already contemplated if I should post about this or not.

For anyone who hadn't seen or rather heard Apo's IGs from a few hours ago yet:

The song is 'Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You' by George Benson.

And yes Mile shared it a lot and Apo did as well, see this post:

He even chose it as one of his all time favorite songs for Elle Thailand's Playlist post. And said this about it:

Additionally he sang it yesterday at the Guerlain store opening in Malaysia:

So the song choice of Apo is very interesting.

But did you know the timing was as well? He shared the song as an IGs at the same time Mile landed in BKK. Like five or six minutes apart.

[the-travelling-witch]

Hello. 6 for Zhongli, please for the Second Constellation? I want it to be fluffy, if you're amenable of doing so. Thank you! ^^

Anon 🫧

hi nonnie!! thank you for participating!! ♡

i´m sorry for the long wait, i was having a bit of a writer´s block but i hope myself to be cured now; fluff is a very good keyword for you have rolled a 6 and landed on

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA

…et nos cedamus amori

trope: first kiss [space nr. 10]

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!

warnings: hint of slightly insecure!reader, mention of reader´s hair once

second constellation event masterlist

“Here, take my hand. The path in front of us is rather treacherous and I would not want you to stumble and come to harm.” Gratefully, you took the outstretched arm Zhongli offered you. Pulling you up to where he stood, he cupped your face and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “How are you feeling, my dear? Are you still enjoying yourself or would you rather we rest for a while?”

“I´m fine, Zhongli. I´m just not used to this kind of terrain.” Leaning into his touch, you gave him a genuine smile. “But I know I don´t have to worry with you around. I trust you know what you´re doing.”

“That I am. Yet, I am still very much elated hearing such high praise come from the one I treasure so dearly,” he chuckled fondly. “Very well then, shall we continue? I assure you, our destination is worth the arduous ascent.”

“In that regard, I trust you, too.”

You had been dating Zhongli for a few months now and you couldn´t wish for a more perfect boyfriend. He was kind, well-mannered and knowledgeable; a tried and true gentleman if you had ever met one. His every action exuded confidence without the bitter sting of arrogance, giving you the necessary security to feel comfortable in your new relationship.

Dating was a whole new world to you, so having a partner who was self-assured without being patronising eased your nerves endlessly. Additionally, Zhongli was very patient and never rushed you into anything, wanting to take things at your pace, something you were eternally grateful for.

As light graces and soft touches slowly turned into loving pecks to the back of your palm and then into fleeting kisses to your temple or the crown of your head, you slowly grew bolder in your own advances, allowing yourself to seek your boyfriend out for cuddles or giving him a kiss on the cheek. There was something, however, which turned your stomach upside down with anxiety.

Having never been in a relationship before, the ominous first kiss had yet to happen and it had plagued you for a while now. You had no idea what to do! What if you completely messed it up? The idea of your first kiss being an awkward disaster made your stomach sink as if you had swallowed a lump of coal. And even if Zhongli reassured you countless of times there was no need to rush and he was patiently waiting for you to grow comfortable with the thought, you couldn´t help but wonder if he was getting tired of having to accommodate for your indecisiveness.

Truth was, you wanted to kiss him, you really did! But the image of messing up due to your lack of experience swept every possible attempt to the side.

Mulling the issue over in your head, you barely noticed you´d arrived at the top of the mountain overlooking the valleys of Liyue. You weren´t high enough to be above the sea of clouds quite yet, but the scenes of rivers bending along the foot of hills and sunlight dipping between boulders and rocks was breathtaking in and of its own.

“Wow… It´s so beautiful,” you breathed, not daring to raise your voice of a whisper. 

“That it is. There is nothing quite as stunning as the landscape Liyue is graciously presenting us with.” His voice was filled with pride and fondness as if he was talking about an old friend. Then, his tone notably softened. “Well, there is one exception.”

“More beautiful than this? What would that be?” Turning to face him, you found yourself already staring into intense amber, Zhongli´s gaze locked on you in a way that made your knees weak.

“It´s right here, in front of me.” Reaching out to hold your face between his slender fingers once again, his thumb strayed to trace along your cheek as he gifted you with the warmest of smiles. “Never in my life have I perceived a more wonderful sight, capable of moving both my heart and soul in ways I never could have imagined before. Had I not had the grandest of fortunes in meeting you, I would never have believed it to be possible. Yet, here you are, right before my very eyes.”

“Zhongli…” Looking to the side in hopes of lessening the burn in your cheeks, you tried to gather your bearings. “Seriously, you can´t just say things like that! How am I supposed to come up with an even slightly comparable answer?”

As his arms embraced you, you could feel his laughter vibrate through his chest. “My deepest apologies, dearest (Y/N). I suppose I simply couldn´t help myself. After all, the finest of masterpieces should never go uncommented.”

Burying your head further into his chest, your words came out muffled but Zhongli still picked up on them clear as day. “You´re doing this on purpose…”

“Perhaps,” he admitted, hints of normally suppressed mischief shining through. “Just know, my every word is as genuine as it is true.”

Peeking up at him, your gaze swept from the serene grace of his eyes down to the dip of his lips before quickly averting your eyes again when you caught yourself. 

“Is everything alright, love?” Stepping back, Zhongli studied your expression and posture, then gently placed two fingers under your chin and turned your head back towards him when you didn´t shy away from his touch. The downtrodden glace in your eyes tangibly tugged at his heartstrings. “I couldn´t help but notice you were unusually quiet on our trip up here as well. Darling, you know you can confide in me whatever it is that is weighing on your mind. I never want you to feel like you have to hide your feelings from me.”

“It´s nothing really, just got caught up in a thought is all,” you mumbled. You knew you should probably tell him, he was your very understanding boyfriend after all. But… why were you hesitating? “Zhongli, I-”

The warmth of his fingers left your face as he clasped both your fidgeting hands between his own, giving them an reassuring squeeze backed by an equally comforting smile. Releasing the breath you didn´t know you were holding, you tried to calm your racing heart. As you closed your eyes you focused on the thought that there was nothing to be nervous about.

“I´ve just been thinking about how we´ve been dating for a while but still haven´t had our first kiss and I guess that´s kinda my fault,” your voice drifted off as the mountain winds almost swept away words, carrying them, however, directly to your boyfriend. Before he could start though, you already shushed his objections. “It´s not that I don´t want to, it´s the opposite really but… I also really don´t want to mess up. Guess I´m just scared.”

“I was not aware you were agonising about this, love. I´m sorry for failing to realise a silly notion such as this was troubling you so.” This time it was him who made your rebuttal at the word ‘silly’ die on your tongue with a tender kiss to your temple. “Yes, it is silly, my dear. Maybe not to you but in the grand scheme of life, it very much is. Whether having experienced a lot of life is a blessing or a curse is an eternal question without definite answer, yet in this very moment, I can truthfully tell you, a first kiss is not monumental enough to change your life´s trajectory, much less my opinion of you. After all, that is what you were truly worried about, was it not?”

“I´m not sure if I like this ability of yours to read me like a book,” you huffed. ”But yeah, something like that.”

“I think it quite a useful skill,” Zhongli mused. “Rest assured, my love, I do not think any less of you whether you choose to be intimate with me in this way or not. Although I cannot deny, kissing you would give me great pleasure, I did vow to take this relationship at your pace and I have every intention of keeping my promise. Don´t rush for my sake, I treasure every moment with you regardless.”

In your mind, it should be illegal for someone to so effortlessly stirr each and every butterfly in your stomach just by being their honest self. Zhongli, on the other hand, seemed to see nothing wrong it, considering just how often he made use of it. “As I said, I want to do this and I think I´m ready, I just don´t know where to start.”

“You think or you know?” 

“I know,” you said more firmly this time. “I want this, Zhongli.”

“Hmm, I quite like the sound of that.” His lips might have lifted into a barely-there smirk but his eyes held nothing but adoration as they connected with yours. “Then, as this is clearly something you and I both desire, would you want me to take the lead and guide you for now?” 

“Yes, please,” you mumbled, starkly aware of the hand that moved to cup the back of your head. 

“As you wish, dear.”  Leaning closer, he gave you one last chance to pull away as his breath fanned over cheeks. When you didn´t and instead moved to close the gap on instinct alone, the last thing you saw before closing your eyes was molten gold, shining so warmly, it drove every doubt from even the last fibre of your being.

His lips felt so soft as they slowly pressed against yours and you automatically blanked when thinking about what to do next. Sensing how you tensed up underneath his palms, Zhongli pulled a hair's breadth away to mutter, “Don´t think too much about it, just do what feels right. Follow your heart, not your head.”

Allowing yourself the possibility of making a mistake was not something which came easily but your courage was instantly rewarded as you responded to Zhongli´s movements. Your hands developed a mind of their own as they braced themselves against his broad chest before one ventured to his nape. 

As that bliss continued, there was a moment where your teeth clacked together but instead of hiding in shame, you couldn´t help but giggle as you rested your foreheads together. Your boyfriend´s chuckle filled the air as he held you close.

“So, how do you feel? Was it as petrifying as your mind made it out to be?”

“Not at all. It was wonderful,” you said, curling a strand of his hair around your finger mindlessly. “I don´t know what I was so afraid of, really. I'm with you after all.”

“Trying to fluster me, I take it? In that case, I shall gladly accept your praise,” he smiled. “But yes, there is no reason to feel threatened, yet, it seems a lot of people are. Society has engraved the idea of an ideal first kiss in the minds of young people, leaving no room for error and thereby also no room for the humanity of the moment. A first kiss is not special because it is a perfectly crafted, world-changing moment as theatres and operas make it out to be. Instead, it is special because this delicate expression of intimacy is shared between two lovers to show their affection for the other by choosing to be vulnerable in front of them. If their feelings for each other are true, this demonstration of trust will allow them to grow closer from then on out. That is the beauty of a first kiss.”

“I quite like that take on it,” you grinned. “Well, I look forward to growing alongside you then because my feelings are definitely genuine.”

“And so are mine.” Intertwining your hands, Zhongli placed a promising kiss to your knuckles. “I have known this ever since we first met but I am most fortunate to have the chance of going on this journey with you.”

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[crowtrobotx]

o fearless girl-dad-Karl-agenda leader, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble could we have Papaberg and Lottie having a tea party?

bisenberg agenda and the girl dad agenda.... i have so much responsibility i don't know if i can handle this!! regardless, nonnie, i was feeling inspired by this adorable scenario and decided to write a little ficlet for you. c: I hope you enjoy!! Long live Heisendad. Tea Party Words: 1201 Characters: Karl Heisenberg, Original character (daughter) Wife also makes a brief appearance just to troll him bc I couldn't resist Warnings: None, unless you aren't cool with swearing Note: This is an escaped/mechanic AU because I felt like it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Knees up to his chest and forced to wear a moth-eaten bow tie he’d found at the bottom of the closet, Karl Heisenberg had never felt more ridiculous in his life.

It had been a normal Sunday, one he’d planned on spending working on that puzzling noise coming from under the hood of his truck. But when Lottie had marched into the garage and loudly demanded that he attend her prestigious tea party, complete with lip wobble when he’d almost declined, he knew he was doomed. And so here he sat, a person who had once thought of himself as the very definition of rugged manliness, in a cluttered bedroom at the mercy of a six year old girl. Karl was afraid to breathe lest the child-sized chair fighting for its life beneath him finally gave way. 

His daughter sat across from him, carefully rearranging a hodgepodge collection of mugs and cups she’d stolen from the kitchen. There was a depressing plate of crackers with no toppings or sides sitting sadly in the middle. They didn’t own a fancy pot or teacups, so the whole production looked less like an esteemed gathering and more like the kind of set a community theater with a $3.00 budget might put together. The other two guests - Lottie’s ever present teddy bear, yet again missing an eye and covered in faded marker doodles, and what was once a doll given to her by Alcina that now lacked a head and whose arms had been replaced by pipe cleaners - stared back at him in silent horror.

Karl tugged at his collar awkwardly. “So, uh, what’re we supposed to be doing? This might blow your little mind, but your old man hasn’t exactly been to one of these before…”

Lottie opened her mouth to speak and then paused abruptly. “I don’t know,” she said at last. “But I think we’re s’posed to talk about stuff. Y’know, gossip.”

“Gossip?” Karl chuckled. “What kinda gossip you got in first grade?”

“Sarah from art class said that Veronica’s mom chased her dad with a golf club because he kissed our gym teacher,” Lottie said without even a hint of concern.

“W-” Karl nearly choked. “W-what? Are you fuckin’- I mean, Lottie, honey. Don’t think we should uh, talk about that.”

She shrugged. “I thought it was funny.”

“It is. It’s real fuckin’ funny.” He was absolutely going to have to snoop out if there was any truth to this information - he always hated Veronica’s dad. White collar prick. He steeled himself, willing his mind to stay in dad-mode and not shift into catty-bitch-Karl. “But we shouldn’t say stuff we’re not sure about, okay? We should wait until we’re certain before trashing folks to hell and back. It’s only fair.”

Lottie gave no indication she’d been listening. He noticed she hadn’t deemed it necessary to put on a nice outfit herself despite insisting he don his “fancy clothes.” She wore her usual old knit sweater beneath her overalls, permanently stained from endless romps through the muddy woods out back or whatever projects she helped him out with. He felt rather overdressed, to tell the truth. She rummaged around on the floor, muttering incoherently to herself, until she produced a pitcher that wobbled precariously in her grasp. It was overfilled and practically as big as she was. Karl made to reach for it, freezing in place when he heard his chair creak ominously. “Tea, Papa?” Lottie said sweetly.

He nodded, not cognizant of what came out of the jug, so focused he was on not unintentionally destroying any more furniture. He still wasn’t forgiven for the incident with the porch swing, he was pretty sure. Karl slowly lifted the “#1 Dad” mug to his lips, and swallowed with a surprised flinch. He coughed awkwardly.

“Is this…. Mountain Dew,” he didn’t even need to ask. There was no other substance on earth with that unnatural neon green color. “I thought this was a tea party?”

Lottie huffed. “The tea is too high for me to reach! You people act like everyone around here is a giant. I can barely see out the window to scare the mailman when he shows up….” 

“You could’ve asked for help, Butterfly.”

“No,” she said defiantly, pouring herself a cup and splashing liquid across the plastic table. “I don’t need your cherry.”

Karl blinked. “You mean… charity—“

“WHATEVER!” Lottie threw up her hands in exasperation. “Ugh! This whole idea was a mistake! I don’t even know why I thought this would be fun. This sucks. Even Carlos said so.” The teddy bear gazed forward, dead-eyed. “Hon,” Karl started, leaning forward again only to stop with a FUCK when his shins banged into the table. “Jesus…. Fuck that hurt. Okay, what I was going to ask was why you wanted to do this in the first place? This ain’t exactly your style if you know what I mean.” Lottie sank down in her seat until all that was visible were two little messy buns peeking over the table. “I dunno. I saw it on TV. I think it’s supposed to be something little girls like to do but man, this is stupid.” Karl frowned. “You don’t have to do something just because you ‘supposed’ to. You know that. I do stuff I’m not supposed to all the time and look how I turned out!” Kris’s choked laughter from down the hall - of course she’d been listening - had him ready to shout something snarky back, never one to give up a verbal spar without a fight. But Lottie spoke again before he had the opportunity. “Maybe I just wanted to hang out,” she admitted with a twinge of embarrassment. “You’ve been so busy lately.” Guilt gnawed at Karl’s insides. He had been working longer than normal this week - business was good, but by necessity it meant he was away from home more often. Every time he felt like he’d gotten the hang of this Dad thing, it turned out he’d managed to mess it up again. Not on the level of his own abysmal upbringing, of course, but it was a nagging fear all the same. One that still kept him up some nights. In spite of his messy exterior, he was a proud man - and he was not going to let the title on his mug fall to some other asshole. “I’m… f-flattered you wanna spend time with me,” he said, searching for the right words and finding none. Lord, he was bad at this. “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Let’s do something you’ll actually like. You wanna go burn some of those leaves your mom made me take earlier instead? And we can bust into my good candy stash she doesn’t know about–” “Keep telling yourself that, babe,” Kris called again. “...instead of eating bland ass crackers.” Karl made a mental note that he would need to change his hiding place yet again. 

“Fuck yes,” Lottie bounded to her feet. “Oh, Papa, can we also torch that awful dress Aunt Alcina sent? Please please please–” “With pleasure, Butterfly.” Karl enjoyed a hearty laugh for a few seconds before the chair finally decided that it had had enough. 

[unrequitedloveletter]

Doomsday- N.L x fem! reader

Okay, this was requested by an anon and nonnie, I’m sorry this took me a bit! I loved writing this one out--doomsday by lizzy mcalpine is one of my favorite songs by lizzy so thank you for sending this in, it was a blast to write!

Fic type- this is angst with allusions to a happy ending (more a potential one that looms in the distance--the song radiates vibes of ominance and that came through in the ending lol)

Warnings- Nikolai and how he’s described is a little ooc and this fic was written two hours ahead of the time it was queued for, so it has been proofread, just not as best as I could’ve done so. 

You were sure of one thing and one thing only as you hastily packed a bag in your room at the Little Palace.

Loving Nikolai Lantsov had killed your spirit. You needed to get away from him, go as far and as fast as you could. It was better to do it in the light and breezy Ravkan air of September rather than to bother with it, see if you could wait it out until June when leaving Ravka would be made a bit more of an inconvenience due to how hot and humid it would get, and it would get that way very quickly. 

So, you were leaving then. You were sick of it. Years, you had spent loving him only to find that the show he’d put on for others was just that. A show. 

Confidence warped itself into arrogance--though you had to wonder, had it been such all along?--and charm warped itself into something less...well, charming. 

There was good within him somewhere--he was a Lantsov by name but not by blood. Not really. There had to be--but if it still existed within him, his goodness was something you could not find. 

So off you went, packing a bag as the sun set over the walls of the Little Palace. You allowed yourself to enjoy the sunset from your gorgeous view one last time, thanked the saints that Tamar had come up with a worthwhile excuse for when Nikolai had noticed you not in bed when the night was to fall. 

Visiting family, she had said. You’d left on a trip to see your family after one of your relatives had fallen ill. That gave you a month before Nikolai had started pondering on when you would return home, not knowing that you had left your wedding ring in the top drawer of your dresser along with a note asking that he choose not to seek you out because you wouldn’t like being found. 

You waited until midnight, and then you hoisted the bag over your shoulder and left the room you’d been staying in for the five months previous, as you and Nikolai tried to work things out but found no viable solutions, no therapy that worked the miracles you had hoped for. 

You closed the door behind you as silently as you could manage, moved breezily through the hallways with footsteps so quiet that even you couldn’t hear them as you moved, rushing but a bit cautionary so as to avoid seeming suspicious.

You ordered a carriage to take you down to the harbor, told the driver that you were rushing back home to visit an ill relative so that the lie was solidified by another of Nikolais ever so gossipy staff, and tried to focus your breathing into calmness as you sat in the carriage alone. 

When you arrived at the harbor, you thanked the driver. “I shouldn’t be gone more than a month,” you’d said, solidifing another piece of the puzzle. “Thank you for dropping me off.” 

And then you scanned the harbor, found dozens of people boarding dozens of late night boats, and chose to buy a ticket and board the one heading for Novyi Zem. 

A quiet life in Cofton awaited, a whole new horizon gleaming in the distance. Part of you felt hopeful, another part relieved to finally be away from the person you had loved once upon a time, the man who was not all that he made himself seem to be. 

[thatswhatsushesaid]

After last nonny realised you are so close to book 4! which is also volume 6 hggjffhljvj

Best of luck! Prepare your emotional support plush toys and tissues~

Also yeah when I read tgcf I didn't keep up with tomes either; sometimes I forget to read chapter's names when reading, which is a shame

this is so ominous, anon, i am worried 😬😬😬

if anything bad happens to mu qing or pei ming i will kill everyone in this chilis and then also myself be very very sad

[bougiebutchbitch]

(starcee anON) HOLY SHIT? LMAO? I LOVE THAT SO MUCH???? your response was better than i expected tbh i was sitting here thinking "oh nooo they're gonna think i'm so weird for asking such a random tfp ship question" ajsdjsfdsfk i would sincerely love to read that first chapter anytime that you are comfortable sharing it! you obviously dont have to commit to the long fic unless if u absolutely wanted to, i know its difficult to keep up with long fics just in general. and take it from me as someone with adhd and autism i know you cant, like, force a hyperfixation to stay at a certain level for a certain period of time in order to actually Make Things for said hyperfixation, let alone gather the energy for even Making the Things. i am but a friendly neighborhood anon simply showing my very strong support for starcee fucking if you ever wanted to grace us with it <3

sdkfghjgfsdg you are a DELIGHT! I would be all too happy to share - though alas, I have so many projects on my plate I can't guarantee this one will ever get finished. But a teaser-taster for you, dear Starcee nonnie!

Super messy and unedited....

FATE MISNAMED

There is no such thing as an accident; it is fate misnamed – Napoleon Bonaparte (I’ve always felt that he and Starscream have something in common…)

ARCEE KNOCKS UP STARSCREAM, hatefrag to grudging friendship with kid on the side.

It was the second tight-band communication burst in as many human months. The difference was, this time Arcee wasn’t the only bot online to receive it.

“Starscream,” said Ratchet, loading that designation with every ounce of frustration the mech deserved.

Arcee froze, spark skipping an entire spin.

Frag. Not again.

The silo interior abruptly lit with the targeting systems of her HUD. Her intakes raced; her plating clutched tight to her protoform. Her optics clicked, zooming in to a sharper degree of focus, as if she were about to transform blasters and fire. Battle protocols online.

Damn him. Damn him. Had it taken the glitch only one of this planet’s moon-cycles to renege on their deal? That they would never speak of what had happened, ever again?

:What does he want?: beeped Bee.

Bulkhead snorted, lumbering over from where he’d been helping Miko with her latest art project – something about releasing the inner child through finger-painting, which Arcee suspected Miko only chose because one of Bulk’s digits alone was enough to blot her entire canvas. “Lemme guess. He wants to trade intel again.”

Ratchet scanned the message, frown ossifying onto his faceplates. “No,” he said, slowly.

“Arcee?” she heard Jack say, as if from a distance. “Are you…?”

“It says,” Ratchet continued, his narrow blue gaze swinging ominously to settle upon her, “that he wants to talk. With you.”

The rest of the conversation washed over Arcee like the flares of solar radiation that prickled your mesh when your shuttle flew too close to a dying star. Bulkhead, trying to crack a joke about how he knew Starscream was stupid, but he’d never pegged him for suicidal. Bumblebee, nervously twittering that they couldn’t really be considering letting her go alone. Ratchet, muttering half-hearted threats about blocking that frequency band entirely. Jack, saying her name with worry apparent in his voice, while Miko suggested an imaginative array of possibilities for how this could be a trap.

And Optimus, studying her with his usual even expression. Impassive. Unjudging.  

Arcee sure hoped that lasted.

“I’ll go,” she growled, stepping over Jack as she stalked towards the activation rings of the Groundbridge. “He sent coordinates?”

Ratchet pinged them across. Bumblebee beeped that he would be waiting to provide back-up, Bulkhead shushed Miko when her suggestions of what Arcee ought to do to Starscream became violently graphic, and Optimus said nothing at all.

Oh, Arcee was so fragged.

She sent Jack one last reassuring smile, doing her best to disguise the whirling anger in her spark. Her hate for Starscream – that conniving, vicious excuse for one of Primus’s children – was too furious to be contained by her form. Then she stepped into the swirling groundbridge vortex, passing in a single step from the warm-lit silo interior to the forest where she and Starscream had last clashed.

The forest was much as she had left it. Cold, dark. Gloomy in an organic sort of way.

Dead pine needles crunched beneath her pedes. Pesky things; she’d have to spend an hour coaxing them out with a pair of medical tweezers upon her return. Yet another way in which Starscream managed to make her life a torment, through his mere existence.

There was something eerie about walking on dead organic matter, especially when it formed a fuzzy green carpet atop regolith made from yet more compacted dead organic matter, on which the currently living organic matter fell. The circle of life, as Jack had once tried to explain it, with an accompanying movie that re-enacted a modern play from a few hundred years’ back with cartoon lions. Arcee wasn’t buying it. After all, Cybertronians managed to reproduce without needing to consume either the literal flesh of other sentient beings, or plant matter that drew nutrients from corpses.

Still, whatever the humans’ perturbing foibles, they had proven themselves to be kind, warm-hearted, and deserving of Arcee’s respect. Unlike some bots she could name.

One such bot was the only piece missing from this familiar scene. Last time, he’d been curled by that stump there, optics shuttered from the pain, barely discernible from the shadows but for the quiver of his wings.

Bring medical kit, the message had read. Come alone.

Arcee, being the only insomniac to walk through the command hub at the late hour when the message came through, had obeyed the latter directive.

Still, Starscream must’ve begged treatment from somewhere – Knock Out, perhaps. From what little intelligence Arcee could gather on the intricacies of the Decepticon hierarchy, he was one of the only mechs who could tolerate his ex-Commander in concentrated doses.

Either way, Starscream stood now, the slice on his leg (MECH, he had whimpered, making his optics fill his face in an attempt to extort her pity. Then, because he would never not be a slave to his own pride: A lucky shot, you understand) healed to a nanite-glittering scar. He faced away from her, wings spread at their fullest extent, hands clasped behind his narrow back. As, she imagined, a Decepticon XO had once presided over the Nemesis’s bridge. As he had stood and waited for Cliffjumper to be dragged before him…

Her fist curled, but the accompanying rage was muted. Not lessened, merely quietened for a while, as her processor replayed the last time that back was presented to her.

Turn around, for frag’s sake. The last thing I want to see is your pathetic face.

He’d done it, too. Scoffing, scowling, rolling his optics to the sky. But he’d turned. And she’d dug her digits into his winglets (fluttering with imperious affront before her face) followed swiftly by her teeth…

Mistake. A mistake, nothing more. A fumbling, furious thing, borne of frustration and spark-guttering hatred, a need to ram their fists into each other’s faces that had fragmented under pressure into a different mode of physicality. One she had no intention of repeating.

She’d hoped Starscream felt the same. But, considering the circumstances of this second summons, perhaps the record needed setting straight, and they could return to the face-punching part again.

Arcee raised her chin. “Turn around,” she demanded – then winced at the unintentional call-back to things best left forgotten. “If you have the nerve to summon me like some organic pet, the least you could do is look me in the optics.”

Starscream laughed. It had never been a pleasant sound, but his stint as an exile had done him no favors. His throat sounded sandpapered, as if he’d been crying. Or, more likely, drinking impure energon.

“Trust me,” he grated, pivoting on one long, slender leg. Arcee had never been attracted to lightweight-class fliers. Too skinny, too elongated, like a handful of metal splinters plucked from a crash-site that Primus had bound together and breathed into life. But there was a certain grace to their movements she could appreciate. Even hampered on land, walking on a layer of mulched humus that was disconcertingly squishy underfoot, Starscream maintained his balance as if it was as effortless as intakes and ex-vents. This was especially impressive, considering he had his chest plates open. The plating fanned out to either side, evoking the uncomfortable image of a victim on MECH’s operating table. “You want to see this even less.”

For once in his regrettably long and deservedly miserable lifespan, Starscream was right.

Arcee stared.

Arcee shook her helm.

Starscream, grimly, nodded.

Arcee shook her helm some more, and waited for the purge-order pop-ups to fill her HUD before dismissing them with a mental flick.

No. No. It couldn’t be. They’d used and abused each other for the better part of a joor (Admittedly, Arcee had done the predacon’s share of the abusing. She might’ve felt bad about afterwards were it not for how vocally Starscream had liked it). But the merge? It had been blessedly short. Barely ten klikkas had passed between the seeker tantalizing her with a vibrant, volcanic sliver of sparklight, and her realizing this was a pit-damned, Primus-forsaken, Optimus-shaming idea.

A merge involved more than the spark, after all. Or rather, the spark was more than just the glowing nodule of life-force that resided in each Cybertronian’s chest cavity. It was their essence. Their thoughts, their fears, the slimy little ambitions that crept through the cracks in their psyche, their ecstasy, their physical bliss. Their remorse and regret – and their jarring, tank-wrenching lack of it.

Arcee hadn’t intended to scan for what Screamer had felt, as he drove his talons into Cliffjumper’s spark. Her only thought had been to slake this twisting, snarling scratch of claws in her belly, her urge to pin him and bite him and (egged on by his breathy, delirious chant of yes, yes, oh yes, Primus) hurt.

She’d found that memory in his mind, regardless. And in that moment, she’d known that the bot she was fragging was every bit the monster she’d always accused him of being.

But now that monster stood before her, chestplates once again bared from his spark. Or rather, his sparks.

Dear Primus on high.

“They’re yours,” said Starscream. “In case you were wondering.”

He sounded horribly accusative.

If Arcee left her mandible dangling much longer, oral washer fluid would start to leak.

“Frag,” she said.

Starscream sneered. “Yes,” he said, shutting his spark casing with a vicious snap. “Unfortunately, we already did.”

[thegamingcatmom]

Hey!!♥️😽 I see you haven't posted in a while I hope everything is going well!

I have a question. How do you think maggot mommy would react to their mate cuddling up to them in their sleep? Maybe because it's been a long time since they have had physical contact with an actual person, or because they are unconscious and it's just a natural response for them? Miss ya!

Okay so I kinda got carried away a bit so now there´s quite a lot leading up to the actual moment you´ve actually asked for - the grande finale, if you will - and I dunno I´m...sorry? I- 💀💀💀

BUT, first things first-

Why hello, dear nonny! 😽

Everything´s peachy! Life´s just been quite busy these past few months and it´s likely gonna remain that way for a little while longer. But all good things (hopefully)! 🤞🍀

Thank you for asking, that´s very sweet of you. ♥

And I hope things are going great for you as well! 🙏💚

NOW, let´s get to the juicy part. Hope yall are ready for a rather horny mf confused gremlin in this next installment of "Evil Dead Rise...but gayer":

Monsters

This is a direct follow-up to my last installment where Momma got half her face ripped off. Just so yall know where we currently are time-wise. ✌️

Oh, a fair warning: The tone of things might be beginning to...change from here. Just a smidge. 🤏😇

(Sidenote: I was mainly listening to this while writing. I've always been drawn to anything supernatural, and this song gives such otherworldly vibes, trying to lull you in while actually being quite sinister and tragic at the same time. 💔)

LET´S GO!

When you were little, your mother would sit with you every night, tuck you in, and tell you "bedtime stories" - stories that would haunt you for the rest of your childhood and well into your adolescent years. Crafted to keep you from getting into trouble, to make you behave by using a "weapon" that is as cliche as it is effective:

A monster.

There´s always a god damn monster somewhere.

"Do you know what will happen to your socks if you keep leaving them strewn about? The Sock Monster under your bed will snatch them up. One day, it might not be just the socks."

"Do you know what happens to children who stay in bed all day? The Monster in your closet will come out late at night when everyone is asleep to drag you out of the bed and into Closet Land."

"Do you know what happens to children who won´t wash themselves when told to? The Shower Monster behind the curtain will come out, grab you, and drag you down through the drain into the sewers."

Needless to say, you were thoroughly traumatised. At some point though, you managed to snap yourself out of those irrational fears, recognizing these stories for what they really were: Illusions. And you firmly believed in that up until a few weeks ago.

Until the day these "Bedtime stories" became more than just stories. They became your reality.

One of these... things is currently occupying the spot under your bed. Its eyes are unblinking, staring into nothingness. It´s emitting a clicking sound now and then but is otherwise as still as a statue... or so one might think. Its clawed hands are firmly embedded in the floor, its whole body poised, as if waiting for something.

Another thing has taken up residence in the closet. Its doors are cracked open just enough, allowing anyone stupid brave enough to wander into this room to see the eye staring back at them. There's no missing that bright, ominous glow. Nor the heavy breathing.

And then there's the thing in the adjacent bathroom, sitting—no—lounging in the bathtub. One leg out, foot propped up against the tap, the whole skin sporting a discolored look with darkish splotches that extend all the way up to the nails - causing them appear nearly black. One arm thrown over the edge, hand suspended in the air, drops of water dripping from tips that resemble more talons down onto the floor - the only sound in this room. The bathtub is filled with rather colorful water, and if one were to take a closer look, they could see bits and pieces of... something swimming in it, breaking the surface every now and then.

The curtain is open, giving burning eyes a clear view into the bedroom and to the bed where you are, dead to the world. Recent happenings finally took their toll, no doubt, causing you to pass out shortly after your head hit the pillow - a clean head at that, for once. Still a bit damp and slighty soaking the pillow. You couldn´t care less though - this is the best sleep you´ve gotten since...well, since everything went to absolute shit.

You still can´t believe you managed to wriggle your way out of that rather wet chokehold and into the bathtub. Can´t believe how easy it actually was. It was sort of a knee-jerk reaction on your part as well. Having absolutely had it with your demonic roommate mounting you, leaving its slobber all over you-

Your whole body had tensed, hands shot up from where they'd been hanging onto bony shoulders for dear life after that latest onslaught to grip a sunken face very tight indeed - nails digging not only into skin, but also muscles and tendons because, in your rage, you kinda forgot that thing was still missing half Its face. Fingertips hooking into an exposed jawbone to yank! It towards you, noses nearly touching, staring It down and right into Its soul, absolutely willing to throw caution to the wind if it meant getting your message across loud and clear, and, oh boy-

Loud and clear you were.

"FUCKING STOP USING ME AS YOUR FUCKING STRESS RELIEVER, YOU FUCKING WEIRD ASS PSYCHO BITCH!"

...

The silence that had followed was deafening, the only sound being your heavy breathing, and you feared you´d just signed your own death warrant. Well, so be it then. At least you were going down with dignitiy.

What you hadn´t expected, however, was the reaction that followed. Or, lack thereof.

The look of utter disbelief on Its face was priceless - the slow blinking being the only indication there was still some form of life within that decomposing body. But, more importantly, it had given you enough time to-

You had been eyeing that rather sharp-looking piece of wood from what used to be a dresser for quite a while earlier, poking out between Its rips, practically begging you to pull.

Using Its dumbfounded state to your advantage, your hand had released Its jawbone and reached down in a hurry, seizing that stake and ripping it out in one go, sending dark red blood spurting out of Its torso.

You hadn´t given It a chance to react, to even realize what was happening, before you had that stake burried deep in Its head - using the gaping wound on Its face to ram the wooden piece in and all the way up, sending parts of brain and skull flying.

It had taken a bit longer than you´d anticipated, considering you´d just impaled Its head on a spike, but, eventually, the desired effects kicked in:

Eyes were slowly dimming, losing their ominous glow, until milky orbs were staring back at you. The grip on you had loosened, a clawed hand ripped out of the wall, as Its body went slack, collapsing to the side like a sack of potatoes.

You had quickly picked yourself up off the floor, having learnt from your previous scissors-attempt that this wasn´t a permanent state but rather... hitting the snooze button. You had minutes, best use them wisely.

You hadn´t bothered looking for an escape, simply because there was none. You had checked. It´s what you do in your leisure time these days. What´s been keeping you from going insane.

With nothing else to do, you had then opted for the next best thing, which meant-

You were getting that bath at last.

So, here you are now. Having the best sleep in a long while, blissfully unaware of the many glowing eyes currently watching you, observing you, guarding you.

Carrying out Momma´s orders.

And Momma´s been a lot more careful about her pick this time around. Thoroughly weighing up her options before coming to a decision which one of these pathetic creatures would be assigned the duty, the honor, of watching over what is hers.

In the end, her choice had fallen on what she believed to be her most capable soldiers. She still wasn´t certain if, or rather, how much she had been influenced by that wretched echo she just can´t seem to get rid of. The cunt that had previously inhabited this shell - Ellie.

Because two of those titty-sucking parasites were, right in this moment, watching over her precious mate.

This time, there better be no incidents, or so help her.

It has to be said though...she hadn´t expected that.

You putting that toothpick through her head after she so passionately made you hers again, well, she couldn´t care less about that, really. As if something as trivial as that was enough to fatally injure her. As if you would want to, anyway.

As if you could.

In fact, her twisted mind was brought back to a moment quite similar, where you had grabbed those rusty scissors and plunged them right through her nose, making that pathetic shell shut down for a while, too weak to withstand even the smallest of nicks, apparently. Disgusting.

But how could she blame you for that, when what she´s been doing to you must´ve felt absolutely heavenly - you singing for her so sweetly, so overcome with the throes of passion you began trashing about, which had then ended in said scissors-incident.

So yes, Maggot Momma could absolutely understand you going feral for her.

What she was still trying to wrap her warped mind around, however, was your...temper tantrum. By now, she´s become used to your rebellious tendencies, finds them to be quite enticing most of the time. They make this game of cat and mouse the two of you are playing simply mouthwatering.

This time, though, it had seemed different. You had seemed different. Like you weren´t playing anymore.

For the first time since the entity had taken over this shell, It had felt something other than the need to conquer and tear and dominate and rip rip rip SLASH THEM ALL OPEN make them rot in hell-

She had been vibrating when the entity had resurrected this shell, trashing about, smashing her head against the wall over and over and over-

She had felt too much, yet not nearly enough. It was most confusing, overwhelming, frustrating - driving her wild.

Something was trying to push its way past the haze of insanity. Something that had made her pause in the first place, when you were having that temper tantrum - grabbing her, screaming at her, stabbing her-

Refusing her.

The fog, at least for the moment, had been lifted.

The vibrating had stopped.

She´d gotten up, pulling that stake out of her head as she went, and had made her way to you - body gone into autopilot. Finding you had been rather easy - she was able to sense you, smell you. Smell your fear and-

Your excitement.

Or rather, lack thereof. A most acrid smell.

Seeing as you had locked her out, again, she had made her way up and through the vent until she´d reached the opening, directly above the room you were currently occupying. She had crawled out and down the wall, until she was standing directly in front of the bed you were still resting on, looking so peacefully. So unlike this other version of you she´d witnessed not too long ago.

She liked you better like this. Like you were now.

Her darling Drama Queen.

So obedient.

So submissive.

So good for her.

There had been steam coming from the bathroom, carrying a delicious aroma, urging her to investigate. The bathtub was filled with pinkish water still - an indication that you had cleansed yourself off recent happenings.

Off her.

The iron smell permeating the air was so prominent, she could almost taste it, taste you - that scent of yours easily overpowering everything else, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

Thickening the fog yet again.

She had stumbled towards it, coming to a stop right in front, before letting herself fall, face-first, into everything that is you.

That smell, my god-

She wants it everywhere every time all of it-

And, technically, she could. There was no need for her to come up for air, at least not for quite a while. And even if she were to drown, the entity would simply bring back this shell like It had many times before.

However-

There was that nagging again, pushing its way through the haze to remind her of the more pressing matters at hand. Of you. Currently resting right next door. Unsupervised.

She won´t have that. Especially after recent events.

So, a choice had to be made.

～You titty-sucking parasites better not disappoint Mommy.～

Seeing as they all worked as one, there had been no need to leave her current position, good. She had called upon them using their shared link - a hive mind, if you will. Seeing all, hearing all. Had seen and heard many souls that were rotting in hell now.

All in all, very convenient.

So, here she was now, observing you from her place in the bathtub. Burning eyes almost willing you to wake up so she can do-

Something.

She wasn´t quite sure what to do with you, to you, once you´d wake up.

It was driving her mad.

Your form started to twitch then, turning this way and that. You were murmuring something, too incoherent to understand.

You´ve always intrigued her, the monster in her, from the very moment you´d first set foot into her territory. Trespassing. Asking for a direct trip to hell.

And yet-

Something about you had made the entity pause back then. Just like now, when you were-

Refusing her.

She was on the move, her gaze never leaving your twitching form, using her grip on the bathtub to slide herself over and down the other side, remaining low on the ground as she crawled her way over to you, soaking the carpet.

A clawed hand closes around the foot of the bed, the other followed suit, pulling herself up and sitting down cross-legged, hands coming to rest on her knees. Watching you.

Observing you.

Trying to figure you out.

You were still talking, no more than a breeze though. Still mumbling utter nonsense. Sweat was starting to form on your slightly flushed face, indicating you were having a dream. Or a nightmare?

Her head was slowly tilting to one side.

"Hm."

She was torn. Torn about what to do with you and your sudden outburst. What to make of it.

What´s brought this on? What´s been going through that pretty head of yours, as you were shouting at her so passionately? Something she would´ve found quite flattering under different circumstances, would´ve felt very smug about it indeed, as it usually meant you were thoroughly enjoying what she was doing to you, eyes alight with desire.

This time though, your eyes were the darkest she´s ever seen them, staring her down, challenging her, defying her, tempting her to-

She´s gonna gouge those eyes right out and swallow them whole, sink her teeth into its throat and rip it open, dig her claws into that chest and tear out the thing that keeps this pathetic shell going, sending its resident to ROT in hell for all eternity for revolting against her, trying to DOMINATE her as if it COULD when it´s up against an ALPHA, against DIVINITY WHOSE JUDGEMENT WILL MAKE THEM ALL BURN IN THE DARKEST PITS OF HELL BY THE HANDS OF THE DARK ONES-

No-

The enitity is shaking Its head then, hitting it over and over and over, claws digging in, piercing skin and bone and ripping out strands of matted red hair as they went, lips pulling back to reveal a sharp set of teeth that´ve come together with a pop!, the heavy breathing being the only sound in this room as-

No.

Not you, never you, her mate, her angel, meant for her as she´s meant for you, brought together by fate, meant to rule together as one and deliver judgement where judgement is due-

Besides-

You´re her good girl, are you not? Surely that twisted mind of hers is misjudging things. You simply meant to spice things up a little, didn´t you? Naughty girl. Pretending to revolt against her, to try and dominate her, just to see how far she would let you take your little game. You wanted a reaction from her.

That´s what she chose to believe anyway, because-

Momma would absolutely detest having to remind you what it means to be a good girl.

Her long, slender form was slowly bending forward, stretching out and over your huddled figure, long claws tenderly moving along your covered body as she went, caressing you, almost.

Hands come to a stop on either side of your head, caging you in. The added weight made you sink deeper into the bed, but you remained fast asleep.

You also didn´t take any note of the wet hair brushing against your cheeks, surrounding you like a curtain, as her head bent further down, nose nearly touching yours.

Burning eyes willing you to wake up, yet again.

You couldn´t care less though, it seemed. Even going so far as to burry yourself deeper into the sheets, a soft sigh escaping you, the corners of your mouth just so lifting, making you look softer, like you´re most content-

Another look she hasn´t seen on you yet.

How utterly confusing today is turning out to be.

Were you mocking her? Was this yet another game of Play Pretend? Was she about to have her head impaled again? This waiting game was really starting to irk her-

"Mmph!"

She´s been so busy staring into your soul that she didn´t notice you actually doing something, your touch coming so unexpected, she nearly started hissing, about to sink her teeth into that arm-

The arm that´s currently thrown around her shoulders, keeping her close, squishing her face into the pillow, cheek to cheek-

Caging her in.

You were stronger than you looked.

And she was feeling utterly confused.

One of those clawed hands remained gripping the pillow for support, the other was hovering just above it, next to your head, as if it didn´t quite know what to do, where to be. Burning eyes were wide open, wildly flitting about - left, right, up, down, right, left - like they were looking for an exit.

Now, Maggot Momma doesn´t do panic. She´s the cause of it, she thrives on it, it´s her trademark. The only time she would ever admit to feeling something that loosely resembles panic was when her prey was about to escape her clutches.

Something that has yet to happen, ergo-

Momma doesn´t do panic.

However, she´s still not quite sure how to get herself out of her current predicament without waking you. If you woke up, that´d mean she´d have to do...something, and considering she doesn´t know what something is yet, she´d rather you play dead for a little while longer. But that still raises the question-

How to get out of that chokehold?

On the other hand, her body was already starting to tingle-

Seeing as her sight was currently limited, the hand still hovering next to you was cautiously starting to feel around, searching for your hand that was hanging off her shoulder somewhere. As soon as sharp tips made contact, they were dancing along your skin until they reached your wrist, fingers slowly starting wrap around-

"Ssss-!"

Momma doesn´t do panic.

However, she will admit this caught her slightly off guard. It is for this reason she did absolutely nothing to stop you from rolling over and into her, letting you treat her like a giant doll that you could handle as you pleased, how utterly mortifying, beneath her-

And yet, you´ve managed to come out on top.

You seemed quite content there, too. All of you is by far not enough to cover all of her, but you still tried - head burrying in her neck, arms wrapping around her middle, legs stretching and stretching-

...And stretching some more-

And yet, it´s still not enough. Adorable.

There you were now, clinging to her like a baby koala. And there she was, laying motionless aside from her hands hovering over your body. How utterly pathetic, letting herself be dominated like a bitch in heat, if The Dark Ones could see her now-

"Hmm..."

And yet...

As your angelic voice reached her ears, warm breath hitting her neck repeatedly in short puffs, she found that she couldn´t give a lesser fuck. She was divinity itself, and she did as she damn well pleased.

Clawed hands come to rest on your back then, one between your shoulder blades, the other on your lower back, encasing you. Nose burrying itself in your hair, breathing you in. Once burning eyes - now dimmed to a soft glow - were starting to fall shut. Hips are not beginning to move, because-

For the first time since your arrival, the monster in her slumbered.

And she was right, after all-

You are still her good girl.

[itsjaywalkers]

could you talk about making ghost for the wip game?? the kinda just casual spookiness makes it feel really ominous, but then like jegulus is really cute, and it’s been super fun to read so far!! (also do you believe in ghost?)

OF COURSE I CAN NONNIE and i'm so glad you're enjoying it so far <333 the contrast is very much on purpose, i wanted it to have some rom-com vibes bc of the jeggy and the humour, but then still be able to creep ppl out during the freaky ghost stuff and also kinda break ur hurt when it comes to the black brothers and all their grief. i'm very happy i've been doing a decent job hehe

i can tell you that pandora is gonna be showing up soon-ish and she's a medium and i absolutely love her character in making ghosts. she and james end up becoming very close friends, and it's my first time writing their friendship like this, usually they get along but it's mostly bc they have reg in common u know. but all the paranormal stuff brings them together, and they just . understand each other even tho they're quite different. it drives lily up the wall at the beginning, bc she and pandora do not get along, their dynamic is lowkey gonna be a very soft enemies to lovers (very excited about their relationship too)

also . reg and james are gonna be sharing a bed in a few chapters . for Reasons . and it's gonna become a thing.. also for Reasons..

[dear-mrs-otome]

Finally someone said something about Gilbert's voice😭

The first time i heard it i had a whiplash i thought a child was speaking...As someone who cares a lot about the VA and the charachter design/ personality matching, i was very disappointed. The first time i was glad that IkePri wasn't voiced fully honestly...

It's some people's flavor, but it's not my cup of tea. I have a hard time taking him seriously as some grand threatening genius, a man who makes people cower the moment he walks in a room the way they want us to perceive him as. But hey, I'm not in the casting department and I'm clearly not the target audience for his vibe. (Frankly I find him more just...weird-kid creepy than ominous. The magician skills don't help with that either 🙃)

I regret to inform you then, Nonny, that it seems there will be voicing added to the game. Leon and Chevalier's routes just had voices added to certain scenes in JP, much like how Ikevamp and Ikegen are already. Eventually I assume everyone will have voiced routes.

Just keep the voice volume down, maybe? And feel free to imagine whomever it IS that gives you a slight chill up your spine - the way Gilbert deserves! 🖤

[chaosmenu]

i wish you the best of luck on your moon knight manga quest. many have sought the scans, none have returned. godspeed, may khonshu guide you.

thank you nonny for your words of very ominous support. ive found scans of a couple pages but no translations -- ill see if i can find a friend or somebody who can translate once ive collected all the pages i can

[http-byler]

Do you crave vanilla extract???

this is very ominous… no I don’t nonnie… sorry to disappoint?

[icharchivist]

Can I just say, I really love this blog's reading of Lucifer and Belial as brothers or the Seven Dragons as siblings

I know they're not human and their relationships are very different to what humans would experience, but picturing them in this way brings me joy. Especially because sibling relationships can be complicated. I too would probably kill my sibling for slighting me, but I would also kill for them, y'know

Belial and Lucifer really fit this golden child and scapegoat child dynamic, Belial can do nothing right and Lucifer can do no wrong. I know it makes his feelings for Lucilius a bit incest-y, but it's only an approximation to help understand his desperate desire for love. Meanwhile Lucifer was really isolated by Lucilius' favoritism. It's a lot like those dynamics can play out irl

Also the mental image of the two of them doing sibling things like stealing food or ominously hovering in the doorway to the other's room is weirdly nice. I hope they get a chance to reconcile and do more stereotypical sibling things together

Same with the dragons. Picturing them as a large family, with Orologia the parentified beleaguered oldest who stepped up for their deadbeat dad and Lu Woh and Fediel as second in line having petty squabbles, with Galleon and Wilnas being the middle children, trying to find their place in the world and Wamdus and Ewiyar as the babies of the bunch who mostly just want to play, it just instantly adds a fun dynamic to them in my head and endears me to them

I guess I just really like applying sibling dynamics to incredibly powerful non-human creatures who literally control reality

omg nonny 🥺🥺

I'm so happy that this type of reading bring you so much joy!!! i love it so much too <333

Like obviously it's still mostly my interpretations and people are free to interpret them as anything else imo, and i do think it's important to remember that they're not mortal species and doesn't work by human reasoning.

But as for those dynamics in particular, i think they're so much more interesting to read as siblings to start with.

Because yeah, as you say, siblings relationship can be messy and complicated and there's not really a one shoe fit them all type of siblings dynamic, and i think there's a lot of dynamic that can be explored with those in particular.

you sum up perfectly why i read those dynamics as siblings honestly.

Belial and Lucifer really do have this dynamic of golden child/scapegoat child, for instance. And i think it's why i really want them to make up, down the line, in a perfect AU, despite the attrocities Belial put Lucifer through, because at this point the strain on their relationship comes from a tierce party and i do think they deserve to navigate those feelings with the proper understanding of it all.

For Belial's feelings for Lucilius, this is where i put the "obviously they're not humans so you can't fully put a human reasoning on their dynamics". Lucilius did create them but he wasn't a parent of any kind to them, and i do think that Belial's feelings can be as complicated as both romantic love, and the yearning for the love of your creator, without specifically being about the family love he could yearn for.

I do think this reading still exist in a thematic extend but it's in situation like that where i think it's really important to draw the line with how they're not human so yaknow! (esp with how in comparaison i don't think any of the angels really work with a "they're related" reading to this extend despite also being created by Lucilius. None of them have a deep affection to him to justify this reading, and meanwhile i wouldn't even read any of the other dynamics as siblinglike. Even the Tethraches give me more the impression that they're coworkers who eventually ended up liking each other enough that when their company closed down they kept in contact, but while they're probably close friends, i can't read them as a family. and especially not with their relationship with Lucifer with how high they put him in the hierarchy)

But still the stories of those two do have a lot of thematic of how it is to share the love of a parent, a creator, a person even, except that this "sharing" is not divided equitably (... as in, one gets everything, the other gets nothing). Those thematics are easier found in families, and in term of how it affects Belial and Lucifer i do think the reading of them as siblings really bring it closer to home, even if Lucilius' parental figure there is only thematic.

but god yeah i love the mental image of Belial and Lucifer just being petty siblings with bad blood in between them but clear love as well, so it's just. Constantly a sort of bickering or some type.

For the dragons, it's probably even more controversial to say since since they are more representation of concepts and stuff, but i do think that there is a reading there that creates such a compelling family dynamic once you put it into use. Exactly the one you describe. And i feel like it's not a conventional approach to depicting a family, but with it being such a big one, it's one i find really compelling. And i think especially with the dragons being this intricately linked to Bahamut, and resenting his abandon, it can echo MC's own search for their father, which also brings some interesting reading imo.

I do think it's a bit of case-by-case scenario, but those really works so well in that regard.

and i really do think the family dynamics that can be explored out of it are super interesting on their own rights, so i do tend not to go onto other possible readings.

I don't want to come out as "it's the only possible reading", but, yeah, with it being my blog, i can decide that this is the reading On My Blog At Least ahah

but i'm so glad you like it so much!! it makes me so happy to hear you're enjoying the madness <333

take care!!

[besthimbomachine]

I want your commentary on a section of one of your fics, or a whole fic, that you've been DYING to get your thoughts out on. 😊

I hope you've been having a good day, and wanted to get this in before I go to bed glrbfj.

Owwwn thank you sweetheart <3

Btw I got this ask for the Directors Commentary thing AND another one for that too by an anon, nonnie I'm gonna save yours until chapter 4 is done cause I'll for SURE have things to talk about chapter 4 too. I fought through the pure angst of chapters 1 and 2 to get to the other ones which will have more funny, fluffy and horny things which I love writing. Chapter 3 already starts that off with the horny.

Anyways into the commentary proper, I did a bunch of parts of chapter 3 cause I really liked writing it.

I guess first I wanna comment in the fic as a whole. If anyone doesn't know, the title "my love when it counted" comes from the hozier song shrike. If you haven't listened to it, go and look it up, it's great and very much the vibe of this fic.

Anyways, this fic came not from a prompt or situation I found hot as most of mine do but from a feeling. Like, we know Kenny talked about thinking of retiring due to his injuries and we've been getting the vibe, esp after this week's show but also on his feud with Osprey, that he has been feeling the years. That he knows time has started to take it's toll on him. And I myself have been kinda going through my own crisis cause I'm reaching thirty, and as someone who only fell in tune with my own skin after I was 25, the dawning of my youth scares me.

So a heavy theme of this fic is time, how it changes you, in some ways it's bad, in some ways it's good, but it changes you. It has the power to change you so thoroughly that you become a stranger to your past self. So this is a story about the inexorable march of time and the changes it forces on you, and how sometimes you can be the right person at the wrong time. It's also about learning to live with your mistakes and putting in the work to fix things.

Also, every chapter has a working title so I can tell from one look at my Google docs what it's gonna be about, this one was "down memory lane hard".

Chapter parts will be under the read more

That was the box Kenny had dumped any photo with you in, to never be seen again. Shit, he didn’t even know he still had that. He was supposed to have thrown it away, but he never did quite get up the courage to do so. Looking at them now, he could feel the bitter sweet pang of nostalgia, the way it tasted like ashes in his mouth. Swallowing thickly, he stacked the photos together in the box again. That’s when he noticed something else, the black metal previously hidden by the scattered papers shining back at him. (Kenny made the big mistake of giving himself time to doubt instead of just throwing things out right away, big mistake buddy. Nostalgia is a drug, and also a liar, rarely the past is quite as good as it makes you think. Anyways, this is not the last we will hear from the nostalgia box, it still holds something else we haven’t heard about yet.)

For the most part, the camera seemed ok, and it sparked in Kenny a curiosity that he knew he shouldn’t feed. Whatever pictures it held, he knew they would do him no good right now. He knew he should just put it back in the box and leave it be. But he couldn’t resist as his finger pushed the power button, body moving on its own, ignoring all common sense. All he could do was hope the thing just would not turn on. (These three first chapters are just a long stretch of Kenny making bad decisions, some he really thinks would work out - like pretending you are strangers instead of trying to behave normally - and others he really know wouldn’t work out and still he does. At this point he is doing this almost as a type of self flagellation, he knows it will only hurt but it feels better to have the pain than nothing at all)

But of course it did. (hello ominous one liner in italic my old friend)

When Kenny finally made his way to the old photos, the first thing he was greeted with was his own face. Those same baby blues staring back at him, although a good few wrinkles less and many years younger. (references to how he feels about his age are actually important but hey kenny time did you good, you look better now) He had a smile on his face, features framed by the ropes as he sat on the floor of the ring. Behind him, he could see the silhouettes of Matt and Nick facing the vast empty arena, only a few more blurred forms dotted in the background. 

Sighing deeply, Kenny moved on to the older photos. Passing through pictures of him, Matt and Nick preparing in the ring, as well as pictures of you getting ready or climbing on the ropes. There was one video from that day that had you and Kenny dancing around the ring, and for the second time now he felt his heart shatter as his memory failed him. He made through the pictures of the four of you, but nothing moved his mind, the memories truly lost to time. (Time and how it changes people is at the core of this fics theme yes and the first thing time goes for in a person is their memories, the human mind is actually very bad at remembering things and sometimes that’s great but other times it’s depressing.)

Biting his lower lip, Kenny laid back against the headboard, finger pressing the button again, but the picture meeting him this time being completely different. The photo had been taken in front of a large mirror outside a building, and standing in the frame were the two of you. He had an umbrella in hand, and you had the camera covering half of your face as you looked through the viewfinder. (Go ahead and imagine the most Wes Anderson looking ass picture, that’s what I was going for, and yes I do deserve to get sent to the content gulag for my hipster crimes)

Sighing again, Kenny flipped through the photos rapidly before stopping when he noticed a change in environment. The picture he’d stopped in was of you, looking away from the camera with your hair tied up, water covering your bare chest all the way above the breasts. He paused, studying the environment, the stone walls and hazy fog circling you were hard to mistake. You two were at an onsen, by the size of it a private one, probably from whichever place you were staying at. (Hello darkness my old friend, like I said, I would have a hard time getting into an onsen cause the japanese still connect tattoos to criminal behavior and I’m covered in tattos but I’ve never commited a crime [Maria has in fact commited multiple minor crimes ranging from drug possession, to showin her tits in public, to having sex in a public-ish place, to stealing from a supermarket to the worst of all,multiple accounts of  piracy])

Kenny’s eyes trailed the exposed skin on the back of your neck, eyes following the curve of your spine as it delved underwater. He felt his chest tighten again, you were so gorgeous, if he closed his eyes he could almost feel your soft skin on his fingertips. The next picture had you laughing, waving one hand at the camera as if trying to shoo him away. Your movement - and the surrounding fog - made the photo blurry, but he could still see your exposed chest. Warm water spilled down the inside of your breasts, kissing your skin in ways he could only have in his dreams now.

Moving on to the next photo, Kenny felt the air hitching in his throat as his eyes met with your own, large and entrancing in a way that he never found again after he lost you. Your beautiful irises stared back at him through the screen, keeping him locked in place for a good moment as he felt himself dragged to the bottom of a lake. And for a second there, he really didn’t want to resurface. (Kenny is longing to the point of self destruction, poor guy, but like I said I like to write my man a little pathetic, take him down a notch, make him suffer for his crimes and have to work to get the girl)

When he finally remembered to breathe, Kenny fully took in the image. You stared straight ahead, deep sultry eyes locked with the lens as his hand touched your face. One of your hands held his own, your lips touching his knuckles and the back of his fingers in a soft kiss. Water droplets ran down the curve of your breasts, with the way you were sitting the water just about touched your chest, not fully reaching your nipples. God, you looked like something out of this world, like a siren ready to drag him underwater, a lure he’d never deny. (If he won’t let you do like a siren and drag him to the bottom of a lake to kill him, does he really love you?)

Blood rushed to Kenny’s face and in a moment his breathing became hard, air evading him for a long second. It was almost like he’d forgotten just how gorgeous you could be. His fragile memory - and his most shameful dreams - not doing justice to a sight he once had so freely that he didn’t fully value. He was young and stupid, and you were too beautiful for him to understand - and fuck, from what he saw in the ring you’d only gotten better. (Gotta make sure to remind yall that we are romanticizing aging in this house, you look better in your early thrities than you did in your early twenties!!!)

It did him no good. (Ominous one liner here again to remind Kenny that he should have just turned off the camera)

Watching the scene in the camera had Kenny groaning, extending his legs out in the bed, free hand coming to rest on top of the bulge now formed in his pants. He watched the image of you continue to tease him on the screen, licking his swollen head as you made eye contact with the lens. Muttering curses, his eyes followed the movements of your tongue, his fingers caressing his large bulge over the fabric of his pants. Just the sight of your lips surrounding the head of his cock being enough to have him fully hard. (One hard thing about this chapter was making it clear what was happening on the screen and what was happenning in current time you know, I wanted to make it clear enough so that things wouldn’t be too confusing. Anyways, love writing handjobs and blowjobs, this short smut gave me both, I should have expanded on it but I was tired already.)

Shit, he knew he shouldn’t be watching this. Let alone taking his pleasure from it.  It felt wrong, but he didn’t really wanna think about that right now. Kenny only barely remembered filming this video, let alone that it still existed somewhere. He brushed against it again by pure chance, it was not like a premeditated thing. 

Fuck, he missed you in more ways than he’d want to admit, and he didn’t want to deny his body’s desire. He didn’t want to deny the way seeing you in the ring had his mind reeling. The way hearing your voice in the backstage halls sent shivers down his spine. He knew it was wrong, but for a single moment he chose to give in to the desire burning deep inside his core. (We get a ‘I know it’s wrong but fuck it’ moment. Was it wrong of him? Yeah, kinda. But as someone who has been friends with people attracted to me and has artistic nudes floating somewhere in the internet, my personal belief is you can jerk off to a picture of me whatever so long as you treat me like a normal human being I don’t care)

Pulling the waistband of his pants down, Kenny released his throbbing cock. Veins popping around the thick shaft and sensitive head, his fingers sliding around it lazily. (thick and veiny is my favorite) He watched as you started slowly moving your head up and down on the screen, each time taking more of his shaft inside your mouth. Groaning, he cursed the lack of audio on the camera, wanting nothing more than to hear the delicious sounds he knew you’d be making. Kenny’s large hand wrapping tight around his length, fingers barely meeting as he pumped himself slowly. (One way I like to give the idea of dick size in smut instead of using the extremely vague and relative ‘it’s huge’ or the waaaay to specific and not sexy at all ‘X inches’ is to compare it to other things, writing blowjobs and handjobs is good for that. I mean, you know how large Kenny’s hands are, if his fingers can barely touch when he warps his hand around his cock, you know it’s BIG)

Kenny took in a sharp breath as he saw your lips getting close to the base of his cock, the camera shaking in his hands as a shiver coursed through his body, setting every nerve alight. He threw his head back, cursing under his breath before looking down again, watching you with darkened eyes. Taking his hand from his cock for a second, Kenny spat on his palm before he went back to fisting his length, fingers now picking up speed. (Spit is not good as lube I know, but it gives a raw sense of desperation that I find sexy for blowjob scenes)

Darkened eyes followed your movements as you bobbed your head a few more times, from tip all the way down, until your lips finally reached the base. The image shook a little before it steadied again. Kenny could almost feel the sensations, the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat, the wet warmth of your mouth stretching around his dick. He’d never forget that feeling, sinful and holy, pleasure bordering on pain. (Deep throat! Deep throat! A girl got a well trained gag reflex, kudos. Also, I know it’s cheap using a pleasure/pain comparison but I like it, I do.)

You continued your sucking on screen, and oh, what wouldn’t Kenny give to hear the noises. He groaned, trying to conjure them in his head as he fisted himself faster now, one hand almost not enough to satisfy his full length. Pre cum dripped from his swollen head, onto his fingers and down his veiny cock, making his movements easier and faster. His erection throbbing in his hand, feeling hot and heavy against his rough palm. (I love this whole paragraph, man. It’s cause Kenny has those hug beautiful hands with long thick fingers. Imining that pumping a big fat cock has me way too horny. I’m a sucker for nice hands.)

You locked eyes with the camera once again, and Kenny could see his hips bucking forward in the video. The hand in your hair stuttering in its pace as your tongue slipped out of your mouth and under his cock. Shit, just seeing that had him delirious, spilling praises out of his lips that he knew you’d never hear. (Gotta slip at least a little ‘alas, poor kenny’ moment in the middle of this horny mess) He imagined the feeling of your mouth, the warmth of your tongue all around him. Deft fists pumped up and down at a voracious speed, his cock heavy and slick in his hands, balls feeling full and tight.

In the screen, his hips bucked erratically now, not even caring if he was bringing your head all the way down or not. Your lips looked wet and abused as they stretched around his girth, moving up and down fast. Pulling your head all the way to his tip, Kenny’s hand moved to your lip, pulling your open mouth towards the camera before coming back to his own cock. He fisted himself a couple times, resting the head of his cock on your tongue as his thick length twitched. Rope after rope of his thick white cum spilled past your plump lips, filling your mouth with it. (I regret now not thinkin gof using the word flooding instead of filling, it would be sexier, but also I find the ‘cumming on someones open mouth so you can watch it’ thing very sexy)

Kenny pumped his hand faster and harder, feeling the coil in his gut snap as he watched you close your pretty mouth, swallowing all of his hot cum, tongue darting out to lick some that had slipped down your lip. He felt his orgasm hit like a truck, shutting his eyes as the intensity of the feeling had him seeing stars. With a grunt, his cock spasmed in his hand, shooting his cum like a torrent. Multiple white, thick ropes spilling from his cock, feeling hot as they poured on his exposed thighs and hips, staining his shirt where they fell on the fabric. 

Kenny rode his orgasm for what felt like forever, ecstasy completely clouding his mind. When he finally came to, eyes opening to see his still hard cock twitching slowly. Pearly white of cum painted his fingers, a string of it coming from the head and connecting to his hips. He swiped his thumb over his still sensitive head, spreading his thick white jizz over the tip. He was breathing hard, and it still took him a moment to fully return from his high. (I have a cum kink, send me to the nasty jail cause I’m gonna write guys who cum a lot and also guys whose cum is thick, you know I’m really horny for a character if I give him both traits, I like the image of a throbbing cock too, just *chefs kiss*, once again, loved writing these two paragraphs. Press F for Kenny’s shirt tho, depending on the fabric this is gonna be hard to clean.)

Looking at the mess he’d made, Kenny felt that pang of guilt back in his chest. Shit, he shouldn’t have done that. Pushing his cock back into his pants, he cleaned his hand in his already stained shirt before sitting straight against the headboard, the full weight of his guilt crashing down. He ran his hand through his hair, lips feeling dry as he swallowed hard.

He really shouldn’t have done that. If Kenny had felt bad after your recent fight, he felt even worse now. Like a sleazy, cowardly excuse of a man. One who was too weak to let go and too harsh to fix things. Worse, he felt like he had slipped back into the self centered asshole you’d left all those years back. Shit, this wasn’t who he wanted to be, and it made him sick to the stomach. He looked back to the camera, the video had already ended, the final image being your smiling face. (like I described this chapter once: Kenny’s very bad no good at all post nut clarity)

With a quick push of the buttons, Kenny deleted the video, erasing it from existence like he had done with the others after your break up. This was the right thing, and if he had known about this camera, known about this video, he’d have done it a long time ago. Now it was done, still he felt like shit. And there wasn’t really any way to erase that taste of guilt from his mouth. (We finish with Kenny doing the correct thing and also showing that he was an asshole but not a completly awful person, he did have the mind to at least do the minimally decent thing of erasing the sex videos he knew he had - he may or may not have jerked off to them before that just as he may or may not have jerked off to videos of reader’s matches - and this one he is erasing now. Like I said he will get the chance to straighten up his act and make some better choices, I don’t wanna end this in angst no happy ending)