#and dude just unconsciously moans

[rinphoria]

can i say that aki likes having his hair pulled or

#[დ] — diary #it’s true #LMAO WAIT #okay do dude does not come right out and say it #your brushing his hair one day #about to put it up for him when you tug a bit too hard #and dude just unconsciously moans #and outs himself #mhm mhm #[დ] — spicy

[chrollohearttags]

we don’t talk about plug!eren, who is the perfect gentleman. The one who holds doors open for you, great manners with your folks, best friends with your younger siblings and cousins, your homegirls love him and just an all around good dude. The one who would drive clear across town in the middle of the night to get your favorite snacks, the one who’d hear you stressing and talking about some bill or expense you have and quietly go take care of it. “I already told you, don’t worry ‘bout that, mama. It’s handled.” Or the one who never exposes you to his lifestyle because it’s the last thing his princess needs to concern herself with. He’s so sweet, kind and loving..one would never guess he wouldn’t hesitate to kill a dude who shorted him on his money or supply. Or that just shortly before coming home to you, he probably beat someone unconscious for trying to set him up on a lick. You wouldn’t know a thing..not when he quietly slides into bed, where you’re lying flat on your stomach, in nothing but a t shirt, bonnet and panties, waiting for him to slide them off while he kisses down your spine. Muttering in your ear to just stay still and let him take care of you. “You awake, mama? I missed you..” In the deepest gruff as he delicately touches your skin, appreciating every inch. And you realize just how much he does when he spreads you open from behind, gripping your asscheeks and planking firmly on top you as he feeds you deep, passionate strokes. Slowly drilling you..with those sweet whimpers underneath him. You didn’t even have to move an inch, all he needs you to do is keep moaning and let him claim that beautiful pussy. That spot opening up so nicely after a couple thrusts. His tattooed hand and gold watch placed at the small of your back to keep you pinned down. “Mmm…just like that, baby. You ain’t gotta do shit..daddy got you.”

and he always will take such good care of his girl.

#aot x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #aot au #black reader smut #aot fanfiction #NOW I’m taking my black ass to bed 😭😭 #aot modern au #plug eren x black reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x black reader #black fem reader #he back on my brain again #black fanfiction #black reader #eren x black reader #eren x black y/n #eren yeager #snk au #cw drugs #cw violence #cw guns #eren aot #eren smut #attack on titan #attack on titan au #snk drabble #eren drabble #eren headcanons #aot drabbles #aot headcanons

[valiantstarlights]

Hob is a chef who owns a food truck selling authentic Indian food, and Dream is someone who doesn't really eat well. (He had a bad breakup a year ago and it caused him to eat less. He's trying to eat better with his siblings' help.)

Dream agrees to go with Death to one of those food truck fairs for her birthday. There's not a lot of people yet so some of the staff offer them free samples to entice them into eating more from their food truck.

Death is having the time of her life, and she thanks Dream for going with her even if this isn't his thing at all.

Dream says that he enjoys the atmosphere (a.k.a. no huge crowds yet) and appreciates the aesthetic of the food they have already eaten: the understated elegance of the mango bingsoo, the dancing bonito flakes on top of the takoyaki, and the satisfying cheese pulls from the megruli khachapuri.

Death, encouraged by his interest, asks him to pick another food that he likes the aesthetic of so they could try it next. Like before, it's understood that they'll share a serving so Dream doesn't have to worry if he can't eat a lot.

Dream agrees. He picks an appetizing-looking plate of butter chicken from a foodtruck selling Indian food near the edge of the fair grounds, where not a lot of people have ventured yet.

They are greeted enthusiastically by a very handsome man and Death does all the talking because Dream is distracted by his forearms and smile and manbun. (He's salivating, so he must be hungry. Right?)

The handsome man turns out to be both the chef and the owner, and he chats with Death while he prepares the food. His name is Hob. He quit his job at a fancy hotel because he wants to feel more connected with his customers and share the food that he loves cooking for his family. (Dream is falling for him the more he talks. He doesn't realize that he has yet to speak and has only been staring.) (Hob is highly intimidated by him but also thinks he's cute.)

The food is served. Death takes her first bite and says something like 'holy shit dude wow this is great' and Hob is just about to thank her when Dream takes his first bite and lets out the most sinful moan Hob has ever heard this side of his laptop screen.

He is (understandably) frozen in place, staring at this beautiful man devour his food while sounding like a porn star. He may or may not be violating food safety standards by getting hard in his jeans in the truck's kitchen area.

Death is astonished because Dream has never shown this much enthusiasm while eating before. Even when they were kids. She is now looking at Hob speculatively. Should she google 'how to politely ask a stranger to (please) marry your brother'?

Dream...honestly doesn't even notice anything other than how delicious the food tastes. When the plate is clean, and Death has only gotten to take that single bite at the start, he reddens and apologizes, but Death waves it off, and Hob says something like, "I have some dessert too, if you want."

Dream unconsciously licks his lips and says, "Please," in a voice that could either mean 'Yes, please, I want some dessert,' or 'Fuck me raw right now.'

Death, immediately picking up on the sexual tension, says, "We'd like some kulfi, but I'll take mine to go."

And Dream is like, "Sister, what--?"

"I just remembered Desire and I have an appointment to get our nails done so I have to go--oh, thanks, Mr. Gadling--bye Dream, love you, be safe!" And then she's gone.

Dream is left with Hob who is still holding the other kulfi in his hand, looking slightly stunned at Death's very abrupt exit. The kulfi is starting to melt. Dream, unthinkingly, leans forward and sucks the tip.

They both freeze and their eyes meet, Dream's pink mouth still on the kulfi. Hob gulps at the visual. Dream, still maintaining eye contact, licks it from base to tip, then starts sucking in earnest, eyes steadily darkening when he sees Hob's breathing becoming unsteady.

Hob hears some footsteps coming their way, potential customers from the sound of it. Hob hands Dream his kulfi and apologizes to the customers, saying that something came up and he has to close. Like, right now. Sorry for the inconvenience but this is really important.

He closes up in record time while Dream taunts him by enjoying his dessert. He's already sitting on the passenger seat of the truck when Hob climbs into the driver's seat.

Desire's text the next day reads: 'DREAM YOU SLUT IM SO PROUD OF YOU'

Destruction for some reason knows Hob's number and has texted: 'Break my brother's heart and I'll break your spine.'

Dream slowly but surely begins to eat better. How can he not, with all the support he has, and Hob there to love him even on his bad days?

Hob gets everyone's approval, even Destruction's, eventually. He's the best cook and most considerate brother-in-law ever.

When Dream passes by his ex while walking down the street one day, he realizes that he's alright now, and is definitely better off without them. He's actually thankful, because if not for them, then he might not have even met Hob. He doesn't greet them because he still hasn't forgiven them, but he also doesn't feel like bursting into tears anymore.

At the end of the day, when he gets back home, Hob is there to welcome him with a sweet kiss, a warm meal, and a lifetime full of love.

#I started this while craving all the food I mentioned #why don't we have more Hob in a manbun showing off his forearms? #that should change #we shouldn't rob ourselves #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #Is Destruction an MI6 agent? idk maybe #his hair is full of secrets #Househusband Hob Gadling tho #making Dream cute bento boxes with sappy notes attached and having a cooking youtube channel #Hob in an apron! Other pieces of clothing optional! #Chef Hob AU

[cloudzoro]

wips ♡

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instructions - bokurodai x reader (this is an edited and updated reupload of my favourite fic from my old account, simplysuna)

smut, 6.5k words, haikyuu

"Daichi?" you say, getting his attention. He looks up from his book with a raised eyebrow, and you suddenly get 10x more nervous. "Can we talk....about our sex life?" He’s intrigued, but there is a flash of worry across his expression.

"Is something wrong, Baby?"

"Nothing is wrong, trust me. Our sex is incredible. I just wanted to know if we can try something new."

"tell me what you're thinking."

pumpkin - zoro x fem!reader

fluff and smut, unfinished (6k so far), one piece

“So when will you tell her you’re completely in love with her?” asks Nami, startling him.

“When will you leave me alone so I can enjoy a peaceful night.”

“You’re deflecting.”

“You’re annoying,” he says, unable to defend himself in any other way. Nami sighs and pats his shoulder.

“You need help, dude,” she says condescendingly. Nami has mastered the art of irritating the men aboard the ship; it’s a form of entertainment for her sometimes. “The sooner you tell her you like her, the sooner you can bone, and then maybe you won't be such an uptight freak anymore.” Zoro can tell her own comment tickles her, but before he can spit out a sarcastic response, he is cut off by the voice of his airhead captain.

“Are we talking about Zoro’s y/n kink?” he asks, loudly chewing on the leftovers from earlier’s dinner. Zoro doesn't even dignify that question with a response. He stomps off to the boy’s bedroom and climbs into his hammock. Clearly, he’d only get peace aboard this ship by being unconscious.

kink discovery - one piece x fem reader

smut, headcanons

Roronoa Zoro - spitting

"You like that?” Zoro asks as he drills into you. He likes to have you in missionary so he can watch your face while he fucks you. You grit a response out through your teeth, barely able to get the words out. Another deep thrust makes you moan wildly, throwing your head back against the pillows. Your open mouth looks so inviting to the swordsman who reaches one of his hands up to your face to grip your jaw. “keep that pretty mouth open for me”

#wip post! #one piece x reader #haikyuu x reader #zoro x reader #one piece smut #haikyuu smut

[cyi-can-you-imagine]

Truth

This comes from an amazing prompt from an anon...

WARNINGS: a small amount of non-con, but not graphic. Wincest, of course. And a shapeshifter that's wearing Dean's face...

Dean has to think, fast.

It’s horrible actually. Despicable. But this might be his only chance. The shapeshifter has just leapt out the window, leaving Sam tied to the bed. He’s unconscious still, and scraped up pretty bad. Probably still a bit delusional from the experience of being held and drugged for so long.

Dean knows the shifter will come back, and he’ll have to kill him then. Not that he doesn’t want to kill him now. But Sam knows the dude looks like him. Knows he’s wearing his face. So until then, Dean could just - 

This might be his only opportunity. He can finally do what he’s always wanted. 

He swallows, knows how horribly, horribly wrong this is…and kisses his unconscious brother anyway. He’s ready for the fight. Ready for Sam to push him away. Sam will absolutely think it’s the shifter. He’ll never know the truth. So when Dean grabs Sam’s hair and pulls, jerking him into consciousness, the fear he sees is quite real.

“Pretty Sammy,” he says, shocked at his own words. 

He doesn’t notice the subtle shift in Sam’s eyes.

But he’s definitely not ready for Sam to kiss back.

***

Dean can’t react, can’t say anything to this, or Sam will know it’s him. So he commits, growls, and grabs Sam roughly.

“Oh, you want this, eh? Does big brother know?”  He pulls up Sam’s shirt and runs his hand down Sam’s chest. “How surprised will he be when he comes back and finds you like this?” 

Dean’s heart is pounding. It’s already gone too far. But he doesn’t know how to stop. 

Sam’s arms are still tied, but his legs are free, so Dean grabs them and wraps them around his own torso. 

Sam lets out a small sob and shakes his head. “He doesn’t know.”

Suddenly Dean’s reasons for all of this shift. It’s more than he could have ever hoped for. 

So he takes his time, doing all the things he ever wanted to do.

And Sam lets him.

***

It’s weeks later, the shifter is long dead, and Sam still hasn’t said a word about what the shifter did. 

Dean doesn’t mention it, because why would he?

He’ll have to live with what he’s done, but he’s not sure it’s all so bad. Sam’s more touchy now. And of course, there’s the moaning his name while he’s asleep. 

Sam doesn’t know. 

At least not yet…

#wincest #non-con but only a little bit #see I still wright angsty stuff #Dean knows

[pinkchangelingdemon]

Stealing the life of my best friend's father

-Hey dad, pizza and movie tonight? - said Andrew, my friend, now son, to me.

- Yeah, let me finish this and I'll order it - I smiled at him.

Andrew doesn't know his best friend has been controlling every movement and word his father has made and said in the last year. The best year of my life.

There is no point on telling him, though. I am pretty sure I was erased from existence.

...

One evening, Andrew and I we were playing with his PS5 in his house as usual. Then everything went dark for a moment and went back to normal, like someone turned off all the light and turned it on again.

I looked at my friend. He was playing online with other people. My joystick and drink disappeared.

-Dude, where's my joystick? - I said disoriented

No answer, he kept playing online. I kept trying and again, no answer.

I tried waving a hand in front of him to annoy him, and to my horror something finally happened. Andrew opened his mouth and it was like it was a vacuum absorbing me. I couldn't resist the suction. Then blackness again.

When I opened my eyes I was wearing my friend's clothes and he was nowhere to be found. Weird.

-Andrew?- I shouted. I sounded just like him.

No answer.

-This isn't funny, dude - I said irritated.

I turned off the TV and saw my reflection. I WAS Andrew.

-WHAT THE FUCK!?

Then someone opened the door.

...

-Andrew? Why are you yelling? - Andrew's father asked me.

"Did he just called me Andrew?" I was freaking out.

- I... I'm not Andrew, I'm...- then it hit me, I couldn't remember my name.

I started to feel dizzy.

The father gave me a worried look and approached me, putting his big hands on my shoulders, reassuring me. He looked directly into my eyes. Our faces were close.

I had mixed feelings. I was freaking out not remembering my name and being in my friend's body... that couldn't be real... But at the same time, I was trying to keep my cool and not look into Andrew's father eyes.

I always have had a crush on Scott Harris, Andrew's father, so feeling his gaze, his breath and the heat of his hands made something awoken between my borrowed legs, and I tried my best to hide it.

- Son, you know you can tell me anything.

- But... I am... - again I couldn't say my name.

Andrew's father tried to be calm and supportive, maybe he thought his son was coming out to him.

- Come here son - he said while hugging me with his strong arms, a little too strong. I felt my erected dick rub against one of his father's legs.

I moaned, exiting abruptly from my friends body.

I saw Andrew's father ear and the same vacuuming effect happened again.

...

I looked at my friend unconscious with a hard on in the sofa while I was adapting to my new height.

- So this isn't a joke - I said trying my new voice- Fuck, I'm possessing Scott Harris

The realization of taking control of the body I've been lusting for years hit me. I felt how the enormous dick that helped produce my best friend was wakening up. I massaged it a little, but a snore of my friend made me realize that wasn't the place.

I left my "son" rest, and walked to the master bedroom feeling how my incredibly big dick was bouncing against my muscular thighs inside the gym shorts. Scott wasn't wearing any underwear that day. Good.

...

After locking the door, I removed the blue T-shirt I was wearing and started massaging my sculpted chest feeling the hairs in it in front of a mirror.

I felt how my dick was starting to precum, so it was time to take care of that. I removed the black gym shorts and stared for a moment at Scott Harris naked body, MY naked body.

-Fuck, Scott your dick is bigger than what I could imagine- I said while starting to massage it.

A loud moan escaped my mouth. It was so sensitive.

Hearing the mature moan and seeing my friend's father moaning in the mirror only made me even more hard.

I pumped my borrowed dick faster and faster with my big hands, every moan more loud than the last, until my legs tensed and with a powerful roar I covered the mirror with a torrent of cum.

...

Before I could lick it I heard a knock in the door.

-Da... Dad? Are you alright? - my now son asked.

To this day I still think Andrew was so disoriented after my possession, that he didn't realize that his father was masturbating.

- Yeah Andrew- I said recovering my breath but at the same time excited to explore more of my friend's father body- I'm going to take a shower.

I smirked to my mirror reflection covered in cum.

...

After a really long shower, explorating the backside of this body and another load of cum released, I started to ponder what happened with my life but seeing this reflection in the bathroom mirror made me not care.

I tried to leave this body and successfully exited through the same ear. I didn't see a reflection of me in the mirror.

Seeing my friend's dad unconscious and naked was irresistible, so I went back but this time through his ass.

The vacuum effect happened and I was pulling the strings of this man again, massaging my pecs.

-Fuck, I'm sorry Scott but I'm not leaving you any time soon. - I smirked while removing the towel, ready for the third round.

...

Three months after the possession

I was so satisfied with Scott's life that I didn't need to possess other bodies. I came out as gay to my son, and I started fucking and being fucked around town.

Thanks to his memories I lived his life easily, with some changes of course.

One day at the gym, I was checking out a guy's ass, fantasizing about going behind him, rubbing my dick against his ass and suggesting him to come with me to the showers.

Then the guy looked at me and smiled.

-Hey Scott!

"oh, I know him" I searched in Scott's memories "and... He is straight"

-Hey Brandon! - I hugged him friendly, feeling his sweat in my skin.

I exited my body through my mouth and looked at Brandon's nose waiting for the vacuuming effect.

Once possessed, I separated from my previous host and started checking out the assets of Brandon's bigger body.

I was flexing my arms when I felt a dick rubbing against my ass.

I gasped and looked surprised at Scott. I knew him all my life . He was straight as an arrow, until I possessed him. I didn't understand then that my thoughts in their bodies were taken as theirs.

- Showers in two minutes - said Scott winking at me and grabbing my ass.

It wasn't a question.

I followed him adjusting to my now bigger frame while checking the bubble ass I had for the las three months hidden in those thight white shorts.

...

After closing the door, he started kissing me roughly while undressing me.

Then he showed me his dick.

-Suck it, Brandon.- again, he didn't asked. He commanded.

I didn't hesitate and knelt. It was a perfect way to use for the first time this guy's mouth.

I looked at the enormous dick in front of me and started sucking with lust seeing my best friend's father moaning against the wall.

I kept going for a while until Scott finally released his big load appropriate with the rest of his body.

I savoured every drop of it and we started kissing again. Still with some of Scott's cum in my mouth.

He then knelt and prepared to suck my surprisingly small dick.

Then it hit me. I reviewed Scott's sexual life through his memories and he never did anything sexual with other man, but there we were. He was giving me head like a pro, how I've been doing the last three months. So I realized my powers were even better than I expected.

Between that realization and seeing my friend's father sucking my dick, I was extremely horny so started pumping my dick faster against my previous body's mouth.

I didn't take long to burst the load I stole from this guy in Scott's face, and took that opportunity to go back to my main body while he kept sucking my cock.

That was only the first time Brandon and I fucked in the gym showers.

...

Back to the present

My son Andrew is leaving for college tomorrow. We're ordering pizza for the last time.

Sometimes I think about the life I lost. Graduating, going to college,... But after seeing my reflection I couldn't care less. What's more, after winter break maybe I take my son's body for a time and have some fun in college.

For the moment, being in the body of this stud is all I ever wanted.

#male possession #male body possession #male body swap #father body possession

[paperbackribs]

The Gift (3b of 15) (Witch Steve AU)

previous: Chapter 3 Boys Are Witches Too (Part A) next: Chapter 4 Break the Illusion Ao3 Link - Chapters will be updated ahead of Tumblr Content: steddie fic, 2K words

Last chapter, Steve had a haunting vision of his Nana before comforting Dustin about Eddie's near death. This chapter, family weighs in on Steve's decision to save Eddie (Part A) and it's time to explain himself to his friends (Part B).

Chapter 3 Boys Are Witches Too (Part B)

…Over the phone, Steve gives his mother a brief outline of the past week, leaving out the more violent events.

Her gifts have always leaned more towards the earthy than the ethereal, like Steve’s and his Nana’s. So, when he tells her that he Knows this is done, a deep sigh of relief comes down the line. She hadn’t been able to convince him to leave Hawkins in ‘83 and now she won’t need to keep trying.

He hopes, a week later, standing in his kitchen this time, that his friends likewise accept his story.

Everyone has rested and is mostly healed and now the whole group are in Steve’s living room waiting to interrogate him.

Not that this is what they’re calling it, Steve thinks wryly, as he gathers drinks and chips to take back. He’s careful as he walks through the door so as not to overcompensate for the absence on his left.

This is just a ‘gathering’ for everyone to catch up on the latest Upside Down escapades.

Except they had already heard about Hopper’s insane tale of Russian capture and escape. Steve sort of had the image of Mrs Byers in an Emma Peel-like leather catsuit, which, frankly, was sexier than he wanted to think about.

He had shared the thought with Robin over the phone last night and was embarrassed at how quickly she’d moaned at the image.

“Steve,” she had warned. “Joyce is a stone-cold fox, and you need to respect that.”

It still leaves him with a smile on his face as he enters the living room, only for the entire group to swivel and stare at him, clearly having been just talking about him. Steve almost unconsciously steps back, alarmed at being the focus of their collective attention.

They’d caught up on the California crew too, including the chilled dude with the best hair Steve had ever seen in Hawkins. And he begrudgingly counted himself in that comparison.

El had come back with a stoic confidence that he supposes comes from having confronted and won against the most shit potluck of a family daring to call themselves brother and father. Still, she had stuck close to Hop ever since they’d reunited.

He hadn’t had a chance to talk to her, but Erica had been a little too quiet. It was easy to get lost amongst the rambunctiousness of the boys, but he’s watched her and wondered if there was more to it than that.

He still regrets not approaching Max after Billy’s death last year. Maybe if Steve had been present, she wouldn’t have gotten to the point where Vecna could scuttle his way through the cracks of grief and confusion losing her stepbrother had forced open.

By force of Hop’s return and Doctor Owen’s machinations, Eddie is in the midst of being freed from all charges. But no mobs have shown up at his doorstep in Forest Hills yet. So far, so good.

Everyone had eventually shared their stories.

Everyone but Steve.

So here he is, he thinks facing them with an uncertain smile, ready to share his part in Eddie’s return from the dead.

Eddie had also been quiet; at least when Steve was in the room. Quiet, but following him with that intent gaze again.

An extension of Steve’s powers has always been the knowledge of when he was the at centre of someone’s attention. It had been a heady feeling when fuelled by popularity at school. It had also been a considerable deflator of his ego in the later years while he had sat alone in the cafeteria, nursing a bruised face and body more than once. Now, he thinks he could feel Eddie’s gaze even without any ethereal awareness.

Steve looks over; his eyes, one warm hazel and the other a vibrant white lock onto Eddie’s brown gaze from across the room. That hum of connection strikes like gentle lightning between them; Steve faintly hears the beginning of a song.

Gone are the two deep pools of warm melted chocolate that once graced Eddie’s face, one now replaced by a lighter version that mirrors Steve’s remaining eye. Where Steve has given loss, Eddie has received an unexpected gift.

“Are you going to tell us now,” Eddie’s voice carries across the room and Steve nods in resignation.

However, he refuses to stand in front of the group as if he’s giving a class presentation like some nervous sophomore. He props himself against the chair arm of Robin’s seat, legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded. She leans against his right side in support.

Steve pauses to gather his thoughts, trying to figure out where to start with such a complex explanation of history, family, and hidden practices.

And it’s not that he’s ashamed, but nor is it in his nature to share and this has always been held tightly to centre of his being, unspoken from all others except family and Robin.

As if reading his mind, Robin squeezes his knee before leaning forward, “Dingus here is a Witch. Like Capital W, can cast a spell on you, see the future, and save a life.” She waves her hands next to him like Vanna White revealing the letters on Wheel of Fortune. He decides not to correct her use of the term spell.

The room explodes.

“You can see the future?” Says Lucas.

“Witches are girls,” calls out Mike. Will elbows him in the ribs, “I bet boys can be too. He’s like a wizard.”

“Are there others like you,” Dustin leans forward, fingers folded under his chin like a miniature detective only missing a magnifying glass and pipe.

“Where’s your broom,” Max heckles, though her eyes are a little too wide to believe the sass in her tone.

“What about your family, Steve,” he hears but doesn’t see Mrs Byers ask gently, who is to his far left.

Nancy holds out her hands, trying to rein in the chaos. “Hey, let him speak. He said he’s going to tell us, so let him.” Steve appreciates it, even though she looks like she’s about to whip out a pad to take notes.

Steve points a finger at them one at a time. “Witches are girls and boys, Mike. Thanks, Will, but don’t call me a wizard. I’m a Witch, there’s no gender. It’s like saying I’m American. I just am. Dustin, yes, there are. Not a lot, but enough. My mom and her side of the family are Witches, it’s how I knew what to do.”

He simply glares at Max briefly, refusing to dignify her with an answer. She pokes her tongue out in response.

“And what is it that you did,” asks Hop, still so strange with his drawn face absent its moustache, the harsh lines on his face speaking of the hardship he had suffered as a prisoner in Russia.

“Because I saw you in that room, Steve. Eddie may have been the one in the bed, but you looked like you were going to keel over at any point.”

Dustin whips his head back to Steve like he hadn’t even considered he could have been anything but okay.

Steve appreciates the sentiment when, even now, his body aches from being dragged over the Upside Down and torn into by those bats. Despite the healing pouch his mother had overnighted to him, he’ll still have a lot of scarring, including the red ring around his neck from a demo-bat’s whip-like tail.

Flashing to the feeling of blood-slicked wounds closing under his hand, Steve thinks he’ll probably be far more marked than the guy who actually died.

But he is recovering. He’s okay. And he says as much to the waiting group. “I’m fine. It was… powerful, what I did. But I’m alive and Eddie’s alive,” Steve points to the other boy like that will win his argument. “So, it all worked out fine.”

Eddie’s lips tighten in response, but he remains silent.

“Yeah, but Steve, what did you have to give up? I’ve been holding back so you only had to do this once, but come on, look at your eyes.”

Steve looks back down at Robin’s upturned and suspicious face in betrayal. He knew she had been too blasé. Too accepting. Too ready to joke about Mrs Byers as an international spy of mystery.

Robin’s brows are drawn, and he can see that she is deadly serious. She’s not going to let him get away with a muttered ‘It’s okay.’

Steve takes a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling. “It was powerful. And… It’s called The Sacrifice for a reason. But it was worth it!” He looks over at Eddie, whose face is stone for all that Steve can work out what he may be thinking.

“All I needed to do was give away one little thing and you would live. I could See that. You were going to die otherwise and… this just needed to happen. Okay?”

Eddie’s lips relax somewhat, “Okay. Don’t mistake me, I’m grateful, Steve. Thank you. I like living, you know. But I get the sense that this was a Gandalf moment. You threw yourself over into the abyss with the Balrog.”

Steve shakes his head in confusion, “Come on, man. I won’t use sports metaphors on you, and you don’t use fantasy stuff on me. Yeah, I had to give something up, but it was small in the scheme of things. I wasn’t killing myself with a Bolrag.”

He looks out at everyone, noticing varying degrees of conviction reflected in their expressions.

He sighs, “It’s just an eye. I have two, I’m fine. I just run into the walls a little now.” He says it with a light grin, but he gets no laughter back. Which, rude. He had bumped into doorframes somewhat until he began to adjust, so they should acknowledge the joke.

“Too soon?”

“Steve!” Dustin’s eyes are wet again and Steve’s heart sinks. He keeps failing this kid. “Did you nearly die?” He demands.

“Uh,” Steve panics. And, in panicking, forgets that he could just deny it. “A little?”

He flinches at the roar of the room. The kids start shouting questions and accusations again while Robin pushes him in anger so hard that he slides off the chair arm and onto the floor with a thump. Steve winces as the impact painfully spreads through his backside.

Everyone stops, mute. Robin’s shocked face looks down at him from above before she snorts in laughter. He looks up at her face as her eyes and nose crinkle and starts laughing too.

The rooms presumably look on in surprise as the two of them giggle and laugh like loons.

Robin slides out of the chair to heavily land on him, hugging him fiercely to her. “I knew it. I knew you were doing something dangerous, you absolute idiot.”

“I love you too, Robin,” he says dryly, knowing that she will hear the simple truth of it despite his tone.

“Shut it,” she hiccups wetly into his neck with a weak giggle.

The two of them go tumbling as the kids suddenly pile onto the top of them too. For a moment, under the heat and weight of the love of the party, Steve sees a flickering image of them all as if he were watching through his spirit eye, outside of his body. It lasts for only a moment before Mike’s pointy knee connects hard with his inner thigh.

“Mike! Get off!” Steve pushes and the children scatter like petals around him. He rubs at his leg, trying to lessen the sharp feeling of assault. Stops himself from rubbing at his sides too, which feels stretched and uncomfortable over the healing skin and further aggravated by the weight of the squirming kids.

Mike grins unrepentantly, “Sorry.”

Hop starts to update them on the latest rounds of government NDAs to expect and his negotiations with the Sheriff’s office. And Steve knows that they have all accepted it. Steve is a Witch. He’s down one eye. But he’s one of them and that’s that.

Eddie, he notices, picks up a bit more energy. He joins in with a few sharp criticisms of his own for the treatment he’s experienced from Hawkins PD. But Steve doesn’t get to speak to him again until everyone has left. While people trailed out saying their goodbyes, Eddie kept himself busy with taking out the empty Coke cans and chip bags to the trash.

Robin lingers by the front doorway, head cocked to the kitchen in question. He answers with a shrug and nod, and she’s accepted he is fine for whatever is coming, on the condition, she notes by waggling her eyebrows, that he fills her in later.

He shoos her away in agreement and turns back into the house to find Eddie.

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Untitled, very suggestive ficlet based on this;

Violence, incest, dddne: it's exactly what's on the tin

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The stupid fucking thing was supposed to remain unconscious until they could get it contained in his ship. Of course, rarely do things not go completely tits up halfway through any adventure. Rick and Morty were eventually caught off guard by a large shapeshifting mass of fleshy growth that tackled Morty down to the ground mid-transformation. Oh fuck this.

Rick stepped back out of reach of flailing limbs as the creature shifted it's form into a seemingly perfect copy of his grandson while grappling with the real deal. He made a frustrated grunting noise, watching with rapt attention now as the identical sets of gangly arms and legs swung and clawed at each other. As much as he enjoyed watching the fourteen year old get all his teen rage out on something that wasn't him, he begrudgingly reached out and ripped the two bodies apart from each other and dropped them a couple feet apart. He smoothly reached into his lab coat and pulled out a sleek looking gun that lit up blue along the barrel as it charged up.

Both Mortys stood up in mirrored movements, almost disorientating to watch. When they both noticed the gun in Rick's hand and the almost silent whine it was emitting- ready to fire at any second- he watched with delight as fear washed over one face and then the other. Just a fraction off beat.

"Okay, I'm n-ough-t playing the blame game, th-that shit's annoying me without h-having t-urrp-to even start." Rick gestured between them both using the gun, eyeing the one to his left that just barely shivered.

"R-rick this- this is g-getting out of h-hand-" "-th-this is starting t-to really freak me out Rick!" They almost talked over each other, the grating whine doubled, and Rick shot the floor between them and made both boys jump.

"Sh-uuuugh-ut up, I got this dude."

He reached into his coat again and dug around a little before producing a little red remote engulfed in his long fingers. The Morty on the left started to turn pink in the face while the one on the right began to grow confused.

"W-w-w-ait Rick m-maybe there's a b-b-better w-aAAAY-" Morty on the left doubled over and fell to his knees when Rick twisted a dial on the remote with his thumb alllll the way over with one motion. A sharp grin twisted his lips up as Morty moaned loudly, utterly pleased with the vile display of the boy writhing on the ground now. The muffled sound of something buzzing away filled the air, and the shapeshifter contorted Morty's face into one of disgust as it turned to look up at Rick.

"I thought that was your grandson, you sick fuck, what the hell is wrong with you!?" It dropped all pretense of being a wimpy high school freshman, it's voice warping out of Morty's obnoxious trill. It was struggling to keep from looking at the whimpering whining body next to it.

"Lotta things, l-like the need to- like how I just g-gotta take care of his cute needy little ass a-after ourhp- after we're done here." Rick's attention was waning now, so before he let his eyes snap back to Morty on the ground panting like a whore, he aimed his gun between the shapeshifter's big brown eyes and felt something twist with arousal in his gut as he blew it's brains out with a very forceful shot. Nice and easy, he let out a breath to cool the smoke off the tip and slid it back into his coat.

Rick finally let his gaze drift down, giving the Morty-shaped shifter corpse a once over as his eyes settled on his grandson. Popping a squat and listening to his knees crack, he watched Morty raise his head up. Tears and drool streaked his young face, and it started rolling something heavy in Rick's groin as the old man finally brought the remote up to fiddle with it. The buzzing sound quieted and Morty made a wheezing gasping sound as he was granted reprieve from the onslaught, bleary brown eyes raising up to lock with cheerful steel ones.

"Y-ouugh-ou did great buddy," Rick clamped a large hand down on Morty's shoulder and squeezed before helping the boy up to his feet, making sure to support him when he stumbled.

"F-fuck you man, that was h-humiliating." There wasn't any bite in the bark there, so Rick just laughed at him. It wasn't a mean laugh either, at least not in the way he laughed when he was making fun of the little guy.

"H-hows about Gr-aagh-grandpa make it- make it u-up to you then?" His smile made Morty shiver, something he watched gleefully before grabbing the corpse by the familiar brown curls. He didn't miss the way Morty's eyes followed all the rough movements of his grandfather manhandling the dead body that looked just like him.

"What? I can st-still use it."

"Y-you're not "m-making it up to me" w-w-with that in the ship." The firmness in his tone was set deep.

"Booooo! Yyyou're no, you're no fun Morty." Rick slung his free arm around the shaking teenager and guided him the rest of the way to the ship, dragging the cooling corpse behind him.

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[nocturne-pisces]

Tomatoes

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Reader x Dark!Bucky

w/c: 1.2k

Warning: Dead Dove Do Not Eat - noncon, knife play, blood play, breath play, threats of violence, misogyny. These dudes are not nice- there is not a happy ending. Move along if that isn’t your thing.

Part of the Grocery List Series

Someone is tapping on your face, pulling you from the throes of unconsciousness that you’d been comfortable in. Sleep allowed you to forget where you were. Sleep allowed you to forget what happened, but as your eyes flutter open and your vision focuses, you’re reminded of the proverbial bear trap you’ve stepped in.

“Have a nice nap?”

Steve’s face is inches from yours and you can smell the beer on his breath. You scramble up, backing yourself away and trying to sink into the back of the couch when a cold hand presses down on your shoulder.

“Where you goin’?” Bucky’s voice in your ear nearly makes you shriek, and his smile is wide as he drinks in your fear. If he hadn’t forcefully fucked your throat open just a little bit ago you might think that he’s attractive.

“Please,” you whimper, begging for mercy you know won’t be granted, the throb between your legs returning from the last time they worked you over.

“You beggin’ already, sunshine?” The smile on Steve’s face is sickly sweet as he raises his hand to stroke your cheek, you flinch away from it and his demeanor changes- like a light switch plunging you into the dark.

“Please let me go I won’t tell—,” you start, but he cuts you off abruptly. He takes your face in one of his large hands, pinching on either side to haul you close.

“You will only speak when you’re asked a question, and you will only respond with ‘yes, please’ or ‘no, thank you’, do I make myself clear?”

Tears trail down your cheeks and onto his fingers, and you nod your understanding. He lets your face go and licks your tears from his hand, humming his satisfaction. You try to calm your breathing, will your heart to slow, but Bucky sits down next to you and it skyrockets again.

You look over and you can already see Bucky’s cock straining against his jeans. You let Steve haul you to your feet, a yelp torn from you just as your clothes are ripped from your body. You shut your eyes and try to cover yourself, but Steve’s hands pin your own to your sides.

“What’re you gettin’ shy for? You’ve already had both of us.” He ruts his hips into your backside, the hard length of him apparent. You hear the zwip of a zipper and open your eyes to see Bucky taking himself out, pumping lazily as you tremble in Steve’s hold.

The hand not on his cock crooks a finger at you, motioning you to come closer. Your gut churns, already having seen the force Bucky is willing to exert to get what he wants, so you take the tentative step to stand in front of him, between his spread legs.

“You’re gonna ride my cock until I fill up that pretty little pussy,” he says, watching as your bottom lip trembles. He leans forward, clapping his hands onto either side of your hips and lifting you effortlessly. Your thighs clamp shut, trying to keep him from getting inside, but his ice blue stare returns deadly.

“If you want to be able to use your legs tomorrow I suggest you open them.” You’re not sure what he means, but you know damn well that you don’t want to find out. Your legs relax, fall on either side of his as he seats you on his cock. He’s thicker than Steve, a new stretch searing through you, and he doesn’t give you time to get accustomed to him before he’s slapping your ass. The cold vibranium sends a rippling pain down your leg and up your back and you jerk away from his hand, shoving yourself further down on his length. A debauched moan tears from your throat, your mouth falling open at the slide of him made easier by Steve’s spend still trapped inside you from earlier.

Steve pushes you down the rest of the way, the head of Bucky’s cock ramming your already faintly bruised cervix. “It hurts,” you whine, looking down where you’re stretched wide around him. Bucky lifts his hips enough to pull something from his belt, the point of a blade pressed into the soft underside of your chin.

“I don’t care. Ride.”

You’re paralyzed, the knife against your skin cold, and for a moment you forget Steve is there until his fingers wrap around your hips, lifting you before he guides you back down again.

“It’s not that hard, honey.” He says it against your ear, his bruising grip forcing you up and down, and you hate that it sparks an ember of pleasure in you.

“Fuck, how is she still so tight…” Bucky hisses, the tip of the blade trailing down your throat to the valley between your breasts.

“I know it’s new. It’s a lot to learn and there’s still a lot of fight in ya, but I’ll let you in on a secret-,” he stills your body for a moment, grinding you down on Bucky’s cock. “The better you behave for us, the more likely you are to make it through the summer.”

You tense, and underneath you Bucky groans. “Now, be a good girl, and ride him like your life depends on it.”

You give in, your vision blurring through your tears as you anchor your hands on Bucky’s chest. He fixes you with a cold stare, and you lift your weight from him only to drop it down again. You close your eyes, the knot in your stomach betraying you as it tightens.

You feel the blade press harder into your skin and you gasp.

“Eyes open,” Bucky commands, and you look down to see a drop of blood trail along the edge. He sees it too, brings the metal to his mouth and licks it clean. It makes your rhythm stutter, and he laughs.

The wound is small, superficial, but the violent thump of your heartbeat makes you bleed a tiny river to your belly button.

It feels as though Bucky’s cock inside of you engorges further, a growl rattling through him as he leans forward. He pulls you close and runs his tongue up the middle of your abdomen right to where your blood marrs your skin. His touch is not gentle, leaning back again only to pound his hips up into you over and over again. A hand snakes around your neck, your oxygen cut off as another swipes quick circles into your clit, Steve playing your body like an instrument for Bucky’s pleasure.

“Cum for him. Now.”

The edges of your vision blur further the longer you’re without breath, pleasure sparking at the base of your spine and growing until the raging inferno of your orgasm consumes you.

“That’s it. Such a good toy,” Bucky rasps, losing his rhythm as the vice tight grip of your cunt forces him over the edge. Steve lets go of your neck and you gulp down air, collapsing against Bucky’s chest as your sobbing overtakes you. He takes a few moments to catch his breath, letting you rest your weight on him before he’s done with you.

You yelp as he carelessly tosses you towards the opposite end of the couch, standing and tucking himself away. You don’t register much between Bucky leaving and Steve lifting you in his arms, but he isn’t rough and you’re grateful for the short reprieve.

“C’mon, sweetheart, let’s go take a bath and get in bed. You’re gonna need to be well rested for tomorrow.”

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Making Rent [Orc/Male Reader]🔞

Making Rent

Ive got chu ;)

Content Warning: Abuse of power, assault, dubcon, massive size difference bro, it will hurt, this dudes huge, amab genitalia, reader is so petite and shy, pretty straight to the point

this is longer than 1k, so, if you see typos

you dont :)

2.8k words

[N] arrives at a dilapidated building in the slums of the city. Until he can reach the social heights he desires, he’ll have to stay here, the thought bringing a distasteful taste to his tongue. The human knocks on the door, the handle dwarfing his hand, which then is opened by a large, burly orc. His skin is an olive green, veins bulging on his arms, and his wild hair tied back. "Yes?" he growls.

Gulping, [N] cranes his head to properly meet the eyes of the orc man, gripping the hem of his tunic. "H-Hello, sir, I am [N]. I-I'm looking for shelter, a place to stay for a while..."

The orc perks up slightly at his words and gestures to him inside. The inside of the building is not much better than the outside, with dirty walls and a grimy floor. The human feels the orc clasp the small of his waist, sending a shot of dread to the pit of his stomach. "A small thing like you don't need much space, hm?" He asks, his voice jovial, but his wandering hand has perverted intent that causes [N] to freeze.

"Forgive me, sir, I didn't mean to-", [N] stutters, but the orc's only response is to give a loud, cackling laugh.

"Cute lil thing," he laughs, his large hand going lower, rough fingers kneading his clothed arse. The human grits his teeth, but doesn't struggle against the orc's advances. If he causes a scene, he'll probably kick his ass, but if [N] plays along, he’d be able to escape. The human’s cheeks heat up as he continues his antics, eyes fluttering just the slightest when the orc squeezes harder. "Be a good boy for me, and I might let you stay a whole," he grins, leaning in close to [N]’s ear.

The human swallows, gritting his teeth.

"My name's Mobrukk, nice to meet ya, pretty boy," Mobrukk grins, his breath reeking of malt liquor. [N] nods, ignoring Mobrukk’s gaze and his actions to his best ability. Mobrukk's groping at the human’s behind becomes more intense, and [N], whose head reaches the orc’s chest, doesn’t have to look far to see the orc’s arousal press against his trousers. "I'll bet ya don't even know how to use that lovely body ya got, ya frisky little cucco," Mobrukk says, a mischievous glint in his eye. A soft breath escapes [N]’s lips, feeling Mobrukk’s hand curve under his behind to his crotch, his fingers slowly rubbing the human’s member through his pants. [N] winces but tries to remain strong. "Now I can help ya with that, ya realize that?" Mobrukk teases, before giving [N] another squeeze, this time harder.

The human winces and a low groan escapes his throat, his eyes fluttering shut. He bites his plump lower lip, unconsciously moving his hips to Mobrukk’s perverted touches, his eyes fluttering open as he becomes lost in the sensations, his cock twitching from the stimulation.

"I can give you a place to stay, pretty thing, don't even have to give me your gold," the orc whispers huskily, "pretty lil’ humans like you shouldn't have to lift a finger, eh," he continues, his touch becoming more passionate, "ya feel me, boy?" Mobrukk whispers roughly into [N]'s ear, the human biting back a moan himself, his cock throbbing beneath the fabric. "You're so hard... it must be all my fault." Mobrukk chuckles, pulling away slightly, leaving [N] panting. The human's heart is beating like a dragonfly's wings. The smell of the orc's musk fills [N]'s nose, making the human's mind foggy, his breathing ragged. "What do you say? Do we make an arrangement or what?" Mobrukk asks, grinning widely gulping loudly, nodding, unable to think straight. "I just need you to sit on my cock every now and then, yea," he continues, his other hand gripping [N]'s jaw tightly, forcing the human to look up at him. "Just gotta keep yer mouth shut about it, right, pretty boy?" The orc smirks, pushing [N] towards a door, slamming it open to reveal an office. "If ya want a roof over your head, ya just follow orders, alright?"

[N] feels himself being pushed against a table, wincing as his back harshly presses against the wood. Mobrukk's thick fingers tug at his pants, ripping them off easily. The human gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his shaft straining to break free of its prison. Mobrukk grabs onto [N]'s erection, squeezing tight, causing the human to gasp. "Mmm, ain't ya a hot one, huh?" The orc mumbles, running his thumb across the tip of [N]'s engorged cock and teasing him.

[N] whimpers, clutching the edge of the desk, his knees weak. The human wants to beg, and plead for mercy but knows there isn't any coming from Mobrukk. The sight of the orc's large hand dwarfing his cock sends waves of pleasure coursing throughout [N]'s body, his legs trembling. He feels Mobrukk's warm breath on the side of his neck as he leans closer, pressing his lips to his cheek, whispering lewd things into his ear. "Ya know, I could take care of ya real well, pretty boy..." Mobrukk purrs, nibbling at the human's earlobe, his hands stroking [N]'s thighs. "I could stretch that arse of yours wide open, fill ya with up..." The human shudders, his cock twitching, wanting desperately to burst, dripping precum down his thigh.

Mobrukk kisses [N], his tongue slipping between his lips. [N] moans lowly, his toes curling as Mobrukk slips his hand around [N]'s cock, jerking him off roughly. The taste of Mobrukk's tongue against his own makes the human buck uncontrollably, his balls tightening. His hips thrust forward, meeting Mobrukk's hand, his dick throbbing within the orc's grip. The human whines, moaning deeply as Mobrukk begins sucking his nipple gently through his tunic. "Ah... no, please.." [N] begs quietly, whimpering, his legs shaking. Mobrukks' tongue swirls around his sensitive nipples before darting back to his ear, licking the lobe seductively. The human lets out a muffled cry, shuddering, his whole body taut.

"That's it, pretty boy," Mobrukk whispers, watching the human desperately buck into his hand, "cum for me..." The orc's hand pumps faster, eliciting a louder moan from [N]. The human bucks wildly, crying out, his entire body tensed. With a final, powerful thrust, [N] explodes, spurting ropes of cum, his body arching off the surface, and a high-pitched keening escaping his throat.

His body shakes as his orgasm subsides, his shoulders drooping heavily. He lays limp on the table, panting and sweating profusely. The human watches dazedly as Mobrukk licks his fingertips clean, smacking his lips. "Well now that's some fine fucking," the orc grunts happily, standing up to stretch, "now come here, sweetheart..." [N] blinks blearily, trying to process everything. It takes a few seconds for him to realize the orc was talking to him.

Slowly, he rises to his feet, swaying unsteadily. The human glances nervously at Mobrukk, who smiles at him reassuringly, but there’s an edge. [N] walks hesitantly toward the orc, taking hold of his wrist.

"Don't worry, pretty boy, I won't hurt you too badly," Mobrukk murmurs soothingly, kissing [N] on the forehead. [N] shivers lightly at the kiss, but remains silent, allowing himself to be led upstairs. "Yer gonna ride me, nice and good on a proper bed," Mobrukk explains, guiding [N] into a bedroom, and shutting the door behind him. [N] stares blankly at the room, unsure of what to expect.

There's a huge four-poster bed with a canopy hanging above it, and plush pillows are strewn haphazardly across the mattress. "This my finest room, pretty boy, and it could be all yers if ya play by my rules," Mobrukk informs him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Now, strip," He commands, gesturing towards his clothing. [N] quickly pulls his shirt over his head and drops it beside him, staring awkwardly at Mobrukk, watching the orc reveal himself, there’s no denying that muscle makes up most of his physique.. The human's eyes flicker towards Mobrukk's cock, thicker than his forearm, longer too, and so heavy that even when erect it has trouble standing up, flopping limply against his stomach.

"Alrighty, now hop up on my lap, pretty boy," Mobrukk instructs, patting his thigh. [N] moves carefully, stepping gingerly onto the bed, careful not to fall. Mobrukk's cock twitches the closer he gets, veins protruding from its length, the human gulping audibly. He swears it has a noticeable musk, the scent filling [N]'s nostrils and sending chills down his spine.

"Now put that arse of yours on display for me, hm?" Mobrukk grins, grabbing [N]'s waist and lifting him effortlessly into his arms. The human squeaks softly as he is lifted higher and placed atop his lap, his bare skin pressed against the orc's hairy torso. [N]'s legs wrap around the orc's muscular waist, his arms wrapping themselves around Mobrukk's broad shoulders, clinging tightly to him. "Ooh yeah, pretty boy likes being taken like this, doesn't he?" Mobrukk growls, leaning forwards, capturing [N]s' lips with his own, their tongues intertwining hungrily.

[N] moans softly, his body melting under the orcs touch. Their tongues dance together, slithering against each other sensually.The human whimpers deep in his throat, his hips beginning to rock slowly, rubbing his cock against Mobrukk's stomach. His breathing quickens as the heat between his legs increases, his cock swelling. The human breaks off from the kiss, gasping for air, looking up at Mobrukk shyly

"P-promise to be gentle...?" [N] pleads timidly, his voice quivering. Mobrukk chuckles, reaching down with both hands and cupping [N]'s cheeks, giving the human a tender peck on the lips before letting go. It's the last gentle touch the human feels before being flipped onto his stomach, his ass propped up in the air, exposed and vulnerable. Mobrukk smirks, sliding a hand underneath him, tracing the line of [N]'s spine.

"Don't worry, I'll treat ya real good, baby..." Mobrukk promises, planting a firm smack on [N]'s rump, eagerly spreading his cheeks.

A loud groan escapes the human's lips, his body writhing beneath Mobrukk's touch, begging for attention. "Please...!" [N] whimpers, his back arching involuntarily as Mobrukk rubs the tip of his cock along [N]'s anus, teasing him mercilessly. The human bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, feeling himself growing hotter and harder by the second. Mobrukk laughs darkly, spreading [N]'s ass further apart, revealing the ring of flesh hidden inside, the human's hole gaping obscenely.

"Look at ya, you were so shy before, must've been real pent up," Mobrukk teases. He presses the tip of his cock against [N]'s puckered asshole, making the human let out an agonized whine, his hips bucking helplessly against Mobrukk's grip. "Begging and pleading for me to fuck that tight little arsehole..." Mobrukk slides his cock along the rim of [N]'s opening, teasing him mercilessly, his cock throbbing with desire. He pushes forward just slightly, forcing his way past the tight ring of muscle, only a fraction of his cock entering the human's body. [N]'s mouth falls open, his eyes crossing as the searing pain radiates through his entire lower half.

"Oh Gods..." [N] moans pitifully, biting his lip. His body reacts harshly, unable to stay still under Mobrukk's grasp, but the orc holds fast to him easily, pinning him to the bed. Mobrukk eases his hips forward, pushing another inch or two into the human, stretching his insides painfully. The human whimpers, tears springing to his eyes as Mobrukk continues to force himself deeper into him, every thrust driving home the reality of how much bigger and stronger than [N] he truly is. The human knows he's tearing inside, his mind screaming out in protest as the orc stretches his body wide open.

Mobrukk's thick member reaches the end of [N]'s tunnel, resting firmly against the base of his pelvis, leaving the rest of his shaft buried inside the human, unable to move without pulling free.

"All in while raw, didn't even need to lube you up," Mobrukk grunts, rolling his hips, rocking his cock back and forth inside the human, coating his inner walls in a slick layer of precum. [N] whimpers loudly, his body trembling, sweat dripping from his brow. He can feel Mobrukk's warm breath on his neck, the orc's hand stroking his hair lovingly. "I bet ya never felt anything this big before huh?" Mobrukk growls lewdly, slapping [N]'s butt roughly. The human cries out sharply, clutching at the sheets, his muscles tense. "You're mine now, lil' slut, got no choice but to take it like a man..." Mobrukk pants, continuing to slide his dick in and out of [N], the human whimpering continuously, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.

"Mnf..." [N]'s eyes droop, his eyelids flickering rapidly. His fingers dig into the orc’s shoulders, nails scraping harshly against his skin, and his toes curling. A low hum fills his ears, his heart beating frantically, his whole body burning with pain. "Oh gods, oh gods..." The human's voice cracks, his chest rising and falling in short shallow breaths as he struggles to keep control. Every time Mobrukk forces himself deeper into him, [N] a silent scream threatens to escape him, his lungs straining to pull oxygen into his starved body.

"So sensitive," Mobrukk growls lowly, gripping [N]'s hip tightly, hissing as he drove himself balls deep inside the human, eliciting a high-pitched scream from the smaller male. "C'mon pretty boy, cum for me, make yourself useful," Mobrukk taunts, pounding away relentlessly at [N]'s abused arsehole. [N] lets out a pathetic moan, shuddering violently as Mobrukk's cock plunders his bowels, again and again, drool spilling from the corners of his slack jaw.

"N-no please, stop," [N] begs weakly, tears streaming down his face, “‘S too much... too rough..." His words are drowned out by Mobrukk's harsh grunts, the orc slamming his cock into [N] repeatedly, the sound echoing throughout the room. [N] purses his lips, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of composure despite the intense pleasure coursing through his body, but moans eventually spill from his mouth. "’S too big, too big…" he dumbly whispers, moaning incoherently. Laying limply on the orc’s lap, he can’t bring himself to meet the thrusts, drool falling freely from his mouth. Without warning, he feels Mobrukk’s cock press against something every other thrusts, eliciting a breathless whimper, clenching around the length each time this area was pressed against. milking it dry.

"That it?" Mobrukk snarls lustfully, thrusting one final time, burying himself balls deep within the human." No more crying? You want me ta finish yeh here then?" He taunts, squeezing the human's hips as he ruts into him. The head of his cock aims directly where his prostate lies, eliciting a guttural groan from the human, his muscles spasming erratically as Mobrukk fucks him senseless.

"Oh gods! Right there, right there..." He croons in response to the small sounds coming from the human's throat. The orc grips the human's waist tighter, grunting as he drives his cock in and out, hitting his prostate on every stroke, setting off waves of pleasure that radiate throughout the human's body. Each thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy shooting through the human's frame, causing his already sore body to convulse wildly, until finally, all resistance is lost, and his orgasm overtakes him. His entire body shakes and shudders, his mouth gaping open wordlessly, his tongue lolling from his mouth. His vision blurs, everything going black before returning in a white haze. All sense leaves him, his world nothing more than the searing hot pleasure that repeatedly thrust into his guts, pressing intimately against a bundle of nerves that send jolt after jolt racing through his body, bathing his brain in euphoric warmth.

His climax lasts for several seconds, but feels like hours, his mind becoming fuzzy and distant until finally, mercifully, it passes, his body relaxing as the tension leaves his muscles, his breathing returning to normal. He lays limp atop Morbrukk, allowing the orc to rut into him to chase his own pleasure, the sounds of his thighs hitting his arse echoing in his ears. After a few minutes, Mobrukk begins to slow down, pulling his cock almost entirely out of [N] before plunging back in, grunting heavily. He ruts into the human as he orgasms, his hot, thick seed pooling deep within [N]'s guts.

"Gods..." [N] mewls, panting lightly, his legs hanging limply over the edge of the mattress, his eyes closed. The human's back arches reflexively when Mobrukk pulls out, his hole clenching tightly around Mobrukk's spent cock, milking the orc dry. Mobrukk pulls out completely, collapsing on the bed with the human on top of him, panting. Mobrukk wraps one arm around [N] possessively, holding him close.

"Look at ya," Mobrukk murmurs quietly, brushing a lock of [N]'s hair behind his ear, "all soft for me," The human snuggles closer to Mobrukk, burying his head into the orc's neck, nuzzling affectionately. His arse is sore, leaking thick globs of the orc's seed, but the thought makes him smile happily. He doesn't care about that right now; all he cares about is being held in orc’s arms.

#this has been a draft for a while and now i have a reason to get it out of word and post it #get your ass absolutely rect #by giant orc cock #fifteen inches long and four inches wide #what a way to die #orc x male reader #orc x human #orc x reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male! reader #q.writes #req.

[dollscircus]

Ok imma ramble about smutty imp!Sam and Darlin stuff because this dude has me in heat- imperium spoilers

It’s basically just Darlin blowing Sam

Sam sitting in his throne, decked out in formals clothes for the first time in his life. He musing over the clothes, the vampire wearing royal clothes. Who would’ve known?

And he has his wolf, their body draped in soft fabrics and silks. Some of it see though so Sam could admire his consorts body. They look up with him with those soft pretty eyes. Such soft eyes with their scared beautiful face.

They’d say his name but- they hesitated before joking about having to call him ‘my king’ now. Sam laughs softly, telling them they can call him anything they want.

They nuzzle their face into his thighs, so soft for him. He runs a hand through their hair, humming at the pleased hum they let out.

He called them beautiful, watching his war torn wolf blush at the suddenly compliment. They always did that. He adores they way they react to compliments. But they there was a sudden glint in their eye, that look they’d get before doing something reckless or-

Darlin nuzzled their face into Sam’s thigh, looking up at him. Smirking, baring those sharp teeth if theirs. He liked it when they bit him. Their voice rolled out of their throat, silky and musky.

“How about we give this throne a test run, my king~”

Oh they’re going to be the death of him.

Sam’s breath came out in tiny huffs and gasps while his wolf began pulling at those royal clothes that he suddenly wanted to rip off. Those surprisingly soft hand pulling his boxers down his hips enough for the trip of his dick to poke out.

He breathed their name, his wolf smirked while leaned down to drag their tongue over the tip, collecting pre-cum on their tongue before swallowing it.

Sam ran his hand through their hair, softly. Gasping when they kissed the tip, popping their lips against him. Sam gasped a little and his wolf laughed at his reaction, Sam growling in a half hearted warning.

Darlin licked their lips before finally pulling his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free, Darlin smirked when Sam sighed in relief.

They drug their tongue from the base of his cock up to his head, listening the long breath Sam let out a long breath. He whispered their name.

Their hand came up to jerk him off, while dragging their tongue over him. Sam cursed that they were teasing him but that didn’t last long until they suddenly took the rest of him into their mouth. Sam held the edge of the throne, he swore he’d accidentally break it on his hard he was holding it.

Darlin flexed their tongue against his cock while moving up and down, Sam gasping and moaning, his voice going deeper and came out in growl.

Darlin choke slightly when Sam’s hips unconsciously bucked in to their mouth. Sam went to apologise but Darlin moaned around him. “Do it again~”

Sam’s grip tightened around their hair while thrusting his hips up into their mouth, his consort holding in to his thighs for support while choking slightly. Embarrassingly, drool going down their chin.

Sam came with a growl, bottoming out in their throat. Sam shuddering while feeling their tongue flex against him while swallowing each drop of him.

Ok, that’s it. Have a nice day

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted audio smut #redacted asmr smut #redacted audio sam #redacted asmr sam #redacted audio darlin #redacted asmr darlin

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Sleepover AU

Armstrong had sent out invitations to everyone. Except Khamsin. No one knew why they even kept him around. Everyone was kind of just waiting for the day that a pack of stray dogs would inevitably maul him to death. The group received a message at headquarters. There would be a party in the reception area tonight at 8:00 PM and not to be late. Oh and to bring something like refreshments or games if they could.

The first to arrive was Sundowner. "Why the hell are you dressed like that!?" The man had shown up in with a pair of pajamas covering his cyborg body along with a night cap. Upon a closer look, they appeared to be Eric Cartman themed. Armstrong readjusted his glasses and let out a huff. "Sometimes I'm not sure why I even bothered to hire you." The other man just chuckled at his response. "Kids are cruel, and I'm very in touch with my inner child!" He then walked in and promptly placed down two six cases of bud light. "We all know that you're the only one that drinks that filth. If you want to get drunk then do it on your own time!"

Just then there was a knock. "Sundowner go answer it!" He opened the door and was greeted by Mistral. "Bonjour. May I come In?". This wasn't right. He would be damned if he let a girl ruin his night of hanging out with the boys. Just guys being dudes. Maybe there would be a little sex imvolved but it wasn't gay if you wore socks right? It was then that he came up with a plan. "Sorry, nothin' personal but no girls allowed." Mistral took out the letter. "Then why did I receive an invitation?" Sundowner immediately took the paper from her hand and inspected it. "This must be a mistake. I'll have the person responsible dealt with." He then tore up her note. Mistral cast him a cold gaze and he knew she wasn't buying it. Guess I don't have a choice huh? He got a large sign and then wrote on it with blood (where he got it is a mystery) in big, bold letters "BOYS ONLY". "Sorry Mistral, I don't make the rules. NOW GET OUTTA HERE!"

Armstrong was going over tonight's plans when Monsoon startled him. "I hope it's alright that I let myself in. Your door seems to be broken down." What the hell? What on earth could be happening now? He walked closer to the entrance and noticed Mistral had Sundowner face down with her heel on his back. She also was strangling him with her signature weapon. "I see you're well Mistral.". She let the whip form back into a pole and walked over to greet him. "I've been better." They both looked down and watched Sundowner gasp for air. Then they turned around and walked towards the middle of the room, leaving him there as he choked.

It was now twenty minutes later and it had been quite for too long. "Do you think he's dead?" Monsoon then took it upon himself to find out. "Hang on, I'll go check." He flung a sai at Sundowner, causing the man to let out a moan of pain. "He's good." Suddenly a loud voice could be heard approaching. "What the fuck did you bring me to Sam!?" No, it couldn't be. "I swear that I thought this was a party blondie! Besides, this is better than dealing with your wife's cooking right?" Raiden let out a grunt. He hated when Sam was right.

They walked in and decided not to question why Sundowner was unconscious and laying in a pool of blood. They then reached everyone else sitting under the cherry blossoms. "Well if it isn't saucy Jack? What brings you here? Last time I checked, you weren't invited!" Raiden then glared towards his Brazilian friend. "Sam told me this was a plus one event..." Now everyone was starring at him awkwardly. Sam casually brushed his hand through his pony tail. "Did I say that? I must have misread the note." He started whistling but everyone just decided to drop it. If Sam wanted to keep trying to hook up with a married man and keep failing miserably then that was his problem.

An hour later and Armstrong was deciding what game they should play. Mistral then spoke up. "How about a scary story? Does anyone have a good one?" Raiden then chose to speak. "I was a child soldier and I've seen a lot of terrible things in my life. Let me tell you my worst encounter..." -------------------------------------- By the end of the story everyone felt sick, Sundowner in particular, vomiting up the Doritos he had previously consumed back into the bag. "Hey, you guys weren't even there! I had no choice to but to eat it. Do you know how upset Rose would be if I told her that she can't cook? I wasn't kidding when I said that eating gun powder was more enjoyable."

Just then Monsoon cut in. "That isn't scary. You seem to forget that you're not the only one who grew up on the killing fields! Let me tell you about my childhood..." -------------------------------------- "And then they took the babies and started bashing them against the trees. They didn't die immediately so you could hear their screams-" Armstrong stopped him. "That's quite enough. You win. Now let's never speak of this again..." The party mood was now ruined for everyone except Sundowner. "Aww, I wanna know what happens next!" Mistral was about to strangle him again. Before she could beat him up with her many arms, Sam spoke up.

"Don't sleepovers usually have pillow fights or something?" "You've got to be kidding me. You know we're all too old fo-" Raiden was cut off mid speech by a blow to the head. Armstrong had thrown the first pillow. "DIE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Next thing they knew and the cyborg was having a BMI error. "What's in that pillow anyway Armstrong?" "Heh, nanomachines son!" Well that explained a lot. Now it was time to start the sleepover part of the party. They opened the doors and were greeted with an empty room. "Damn Japanese! First they infect us with their cherry trees and now they don't even have the deceny to use furniture! It's deseased, rotten to the core!"

It seems like they would have to make due. Armstrong went to check the lower floors to find anything that he could use. He prayed and soon found a spare pillow and blanket in one of the rooms. Upon his return he noticed that everyone else was trying to get comfy. Mistral had made herself a makeshift bed out of torn apart dwarf gekkos, Sundowner had chopped down a tree and split it in two so he could use it to sleep on and Monsoon had attached himself to the ceiling and began to stretch out. It looks like he was going to use the floor as a bed and hang above everyone which was kind of unnerving since he didn't need to sleep.

Then there was Sam. "You know you can lay with me pretty boy. I've been told that I'm very comfortable to lie down on." He then gave the cyborg a wink. "Don't take this the wrong way Sam but I'd rather you just take my other eye out." The other man sighed. He would just have to use his large ass as a cushion. It was now movie time. The screen was projected onto a wall and everyone began to pass around popcorn. They began watching King Kong. Raiden wouldn't be allowed to bring anything after this but that didn't matter since he wasn't invited in the first place.

Sam tried to sit closer to Raiden yet he only scooted farther away. "Aye..." Just then he felt someone poke him in the back. It was Mistral. "Would you mind if I braided your hair?" Raiden was currently telling Armstrong every fact about his favorite movie despite the older man not caring while Mistral was with Sam. As she did his hair, they began to gossip and Monsoon was curious to find out what was so interesting. He soon joined in with the conversation and his hair then became braided as well. Sundowner kept pouting and making angry noises, proving that he really was in touch with his inner child.

He finally had enough and made his way over to the trio. "You seem to have forgotten somethin'!" The group looked amongst themselves. "I don't think I'm forgetting anything, did you guys forget anything?" Sundowner then threw his night cap down. "You know damn well what this is about!" When he received no answer he began to stomp his foot. "WHY DIDN'T Y'ALL ASK IF I WANTED MY HAIR ALL DONE UP!?" The three of them looked at each other, then towards Sundowner and started laughing. "WHAT'S SO FUNNY!?" Mistral started to wipe a tear from her eye. "It's just that you're, you know... Bald." The man was now fuming. "O' COURSE I KNOW THAT! I JUST WANTED TO FEEL APPRICIATED, DAMN IT!"

He then let out a loud belch and toppled over. It seems the alcohol had taken it's toll. Sam then pulled out a permanent marker. "Who wants to go first?" The movie ended and Armstrong was relived that he wouldn't have to listen to Jack's commentary. Once it was over Raiden went over to see what the rest of the gang was doing. He noticed that they were all colouring over a very drunk and passed out Sundowner. Sam then looked at Raiden, begging the cyborg not to rat them out. "Are you kidding? You know how much I hate this guy! Now pass me that blue permanent marker!"

Raiden then started to cackle as he unleashed Jack the ripper's madness. By the time they were done, it seemed like there was no place they hadn't reached. There was a drawn on mustache and a eye patch, someone had drawn Charlie Brown on the back of his scalp, but perhaps the harshest was on his crotch plate. On it was written "RIP, you were blown off by that IED but I'll always remember how great it was to be three inches hard."

They all decided that it would be best if they each immediately returned home, not wanting to be present when the man woke up. It was now the next day and Sundowner noticed all the marker covering his body. "THE FUCK!?

#shitpost #crack fic #metal gear rising revengeance #mgrr #raiden mgr #mgr raiden #rose mgs #Rose's bad cooking #sleepover #senator armstrong #jetstream sam #samuel rodrigues #sam mgr #samuraiden #Only one sided though #sundowner mgr #mistral mgr #monsoon mgr #tw mention of murder #It's only one small part but it references actual events that took place

[weministertomonsters]

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉

There are times when food shouldn't taste good. But the bread is perfection, the burger is juicy, and the fries have tiny crystals of salt clinging to them so that every bite balances with a sip of coke. The diner is bustling and painfully well-lit for so late in the evening. At least no one questions my sunglasses.

I can still smell the blood on my hands, so I glance at them to make sure I don't have crimson crescents under my nails. They're fine, but my thumb has an odd hue. I bring it to my mouth and dig with the edge of my canine, tasting rusty blood that's been kept fresh under my nail.

"Don't think about it," Ethan says, thumping on the bottom of a bottle of ketchup to get the last bit out.

"About?" I pull my hand away, frowning when I realize I've chipped my nail.

"What we did. If you don't think about it, it won't matter." He drags a fry through the ketchup till it's dripping with red clumps, and puts it in his mouth.

I shiver a little from the icy drag down my back. Talk about his crimes, and talk about them loudly; that's Ethan's key to success. People tend to ignore you when you boast about murdering someone. Or someones.

"I wasn't, until now," I grumble. "My hands are dry, do you know how many times I washed them?"

"Hard work needs good washing, Khloe," Ethan shrugs and kicks Alda under the table, or something close because her drooping head jerks up and she squints at him.

"Huh?" She slurs, perpetually drunk.

Really, it's just her head that got messed up. That I do remember; Ethan screaming at me to find him a pair of scissors that worked while his hands fumbled inside her head wound, trying to pluck bits of metal out.

"What happens if some of it snags on her brain?" He had asked me.

Well, this happens, I say to past-Ethan.

"You need to eat something," Ethan says to her now. "Regain your strength."

"I'm not hungry," Alda moans, letting her head sink against her palm, the tips of her fingers scratching lightly at the admittedly masterful stitches hidden in her hair.

"Do you know what I ate down there? Corn porridge with maggots in it. The maggots tasted like vanilla ice cream with crunchy bits. The crunchy bits were like biscuits. Those were their heads."

"God, that's horrible," I mutter, and take a sip of my drink to choke down the bite of food that just went bad in my mouth. "So, that's what hell is like?"

"No, you idiot. I'm an atheist," Alda snaps, sharpened. "I wasn't dead, I was unconscious!"

"Were you dreaming?" I ask her.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter," Alda says. "Anyway, normal food doesn't taste good anymore."

"Funny," I muse. "How it affected us differently, I mean. You died- Uh, got knocked out, and my eyes changed, and Ethan-"

"Looks different," Alda finishes dreamily, reaching out a hand and smoothing a finger down one of his aggressive smile lines. "He got old."

Ethan leans away from her touch and signals the waiter for another basket of fries. "As long as we get what we want," he says.

"And what do we want?" I say intensely, swishing the straw around in my glass. "Do you even know what you want?"

Ethan looks over his eyebrows at me, his expression a formulation of wisdom even though we both know he doesn't have any.

"We stick together like we always have," he tells me. "And everything will be fine."

"Sure," I drawl and decide to stop poking the bear.  "I'm going to pee. Alda, do you want to?"

"Nah," she says, but I drag her out of her chair anyway.

"Girl code," I say. "It looks stupid to go to the bathroom alone."

"Who told you that?" She huffs, stumbling along in her black stripper heels.

Eyes are watching her go and I think I even see one dude reach out to pat her ass, which is pert thanks to the pants-turned-booty-shorts she's wearing. Ethan cut it so high that the pockets are showing. The man pales, then wipes his hand on his jeans. Alda's arm is cold and waxy as I grip it and that means the rest of her is too.

"I don't need to pee anymore," Alda says, smirking as we enter the bathroom. "Superpowers."

"Yeah," I reply and crash onto a toilet and tinkle into the bowl, leaving the stall door open so I can make sure she doesn't run off because technically, she's our hostage even if she doesn't know it.

"I look dead," she sighs, poking her cheeks. "I look like a dead prostitute.'

"Well, at least you never have to worry about staying skinny ever again," I mutter and wash my hands twice.

"Ha," she laughs without conviction.

Above us, the smoky bulb starts to flicker. The light was strong before.

"Oh shit, I think we've been found," I groan, snatching a handful of paper towels to pat my hands dry. "We should get Ethan and duck out of here."

I hurry out of the bathroom with Alda in tow and crash into Ethan.

"Let's go," he says, but it's too late.

The floor caves in right at the doors like one of those black and white illusions, tiles and tables and people and a baby in a stroller slipping into the hole that's being formed.

"Fuck me," Ethan says.

"Ethan Coolbridge," a voice howls from the hole. "Face me for your sins."

"It's Kuhlbridge, you twat!" Ethan shouts down, almost falling as the tiles shift under his feet. "You bunch never fucking get it right!"

People are screaming and banging on the windows and doors. I'm not sure how much they can see, but panic is panic and humans are herd animals that stampede. I dodge a man who looks just about ready to maul anyone in his way as he throws his shoulder against the door, trying to force it open. But it won't open, because the presence of the creature renders the diner as part of the other realm, a dreamlike place where nothing matters. Where a man can steal from a god, and a butterfly can become president.

"Hey, I know that one," Alda says casually as she plucks her shorts out of her butt and watches the creature rise like a person getting out of a pool. "I was in charge of feeding him Down There. I've never seen him angry though. What did Ethan do?"

"I need a weapon," I say to myself, and hop over the counter and come face to face with the cute barista who had looked irresistible as he poured intricate patterns into people's coffee.

He's scrunched in the corner, and my hands almost plant right into the urine that is pooling under him. His first time in any kind of trouble, I gather.

"Stay there, and you might just not die," I tell him, and grab a knife from under the counter.

I stand up, and eye the demon that's looming over Ethan, attempting to intimidate him. Demons are only as powerful as they scare you, and Ethan is so unafraid that I'm sure he could march into hell and dethrone the devil. The demon looks like a skinned cat, or sheep, or spider monkey. It keeps moving, so it's hard to tell.

"What's your name?" Ethan shouts up at the demon.

The diner ceiling is only about nine feet high, but the demon gives the illusion of being twice that height.

"My name? What for?" The demon rumbles.

"So I can make a deal with you!" Ethan says, shielding his eyes as the wind picks up out of nowhere, probably from the hole.

It bothers me that it doesn't smell anything nearly hellish. It smells of old books and pungent wooden toys, and a long-forgotten pastry hidden by a child. It smells like my grandmother's attic. I can hear sounds coming from it too. Rustling paper and violin screeches and an oddly titillating thumping.

I want to look into the hole. I step over the demon's naked pearly pink lizard tail and lean. That's when someone finally gets the guts to confront the demon in the room. It's a lady, and not only does she have a cross, she's quoting scripture.

She rambles off the most peaceful bits of the psalms without a stutter in her voice, radiating confidence. I fold my arms and wait. Sure enough, the demon doesn't even blink. It leans down, fixes her with a droll stare from its one cyclops eye, and says,

"Woman, I'm not here for you."

And then, it proceeds to eat her whole. One bite, and one swallow. The screaming intensifies and now it's pure chaos. I see our chance. I scramble through the crowd to find Alda and grab her bony wrist.

"Come on," I tell her. "The exit doors should work."

"And you know this how?" She pants.

"Gut feeling," I gasp. "We might not be so lucky next time."

"What about Ethan?"

"We don't need him!" I reply.

We burst out onto the gravel-lined, trash-filled back of the diner, and I stride to our bikes. Thank god those are still there.

"Wait," Alda says. "I have something in my teeth."

I turn, exasperated. "Now?" I whine, but then it catches my attention.

Alda has a whole chunk of flesh clinging to her teeth, really mashed on there. Only then do I notice her face is painted in a muzzle of blood. I groan and toss her a handkerchief, tapping my foot impatiently while a pitiful battle rages on in the diner, the demon plucks people apart while Ethan tries to avoid slipping on the bloodied tiles, still trying to make his damn deal.

#monster #demon #angel #surreal #dystopian #grimdark #fallen angel #dark #speculative fiction

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 17*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Aw shit here they go again.

Author’s Note: Let’s pour one out for Victor u__u Enjoy and take care x

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I peek out the bathroom door, briefly making sure Victor’s still unconscious. He is, but he stole Seb’s headphones — I’m assuming for noise-canceling purposes. Heheh. Whoops.

I close the door again, pressing my back against it to face Sebastian. The man of my dreams. The hot local emo dude who just told me he loves me. 

I still haven’t answered him yet. I almost don’t believe it. I’ve never been very lucky before, aside from the recent event of having a farm and money totally just handed to me. Why would it start now?

“You’re not fucking with me?”

“God damnit (y/n),” Seb whines, running his hands through his hair. “No, I’m not! I love you!”

!!! 

“Like, I’m madly in love with you.” 

!!!!!!!!

“But I, in no way, shape, or form, wanted to tell you for the first time, in the fucking bathroom, while dumping a fat load inside of you. Who the fuck does that?!”

I laugh, because who wouldn’t with that choice of words? There’s a genuine fear in his eyes following my reaction. Well, there has been fear in his eyes ever since he realized what he’d said, but my giddiness elevated it. Shitshitshit—

“Sebash–” 

“Brooo, I just said ‘I love you’ and you’re laughing in my face!” he half-chuckles, half-groans. He covers his face again, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. “If you’re gonna be a dick about it then–”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Seb shoots his face out from his hands. He looks insulted and terrified.

“I love you too, dipshit!” I kneel between his open legs and lean on his thigh.

Sebastian wraps me into a hug, squeezing me against his lower half as if he wants me to pop. Ouchy.

“Oh thank fuck,” he airily laughs. “That was so scary. Why didn’t you say it sooner, ya little—“

I lift myself to sit on Seb’s thigh, pulling him into the crook of my neck. I’m fully embracing his head – one arm’s wrapped around his shoulders with the corresponding hand placed in his hair. My other hand is cupping the side of his face, and I’m leaning my head atop his. 

Instead of finishing his sentence, he sighs and chuckles into my touch.

“You’re really bad at feelings, aren’t you?” I whisper while running my hands through his soft, black hair. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, okay.”

He audibly sniffles. “You smell kinda sweaty…” 

“Wait, getting railed twice and cumming several times in one day didn’t make me smell like roses?”

Seb snorts and nods. “Fair. Wanna shower?”

“Together?”

“As long as there’s no funny business,” he narrows his eyes at me, grinning.

“What, don’t have a third round in ya?” I poke at him. 

I’m only half-joking. I’ve never felt this insatiable. I’m addicted to Seb’s cock.

“Not yet,” he shudders. “Legs are sore.”

I stand to remove my clothes, and he mimics my actions. “I can work with that,” I wink as I bend over to turn on the water. 

“Fucking siren.”

“What?” I giggle.

“This is how I die,” he dramatically announces, “Drowned through sexual acts in my own bathtub.” 

“There’s worse ways.” I try my best at a sinister laugh.

As we get in, I have Seb sit in front of me, facing away from the stream. I squeeze some of his shampoo into my hands – I was right about him using Old Spice, all that time ago – and lather it through to his scalp with a massage.

I take note of the fact that all his products are the same brand and scent (Bearglove, mmm), aside from the conditioner. A man of tradition. At least he uses a conditioner… Those 2-or 3-in-1 fuckers are a whole different breed.

“Mmm…” he moans. Good lord don’t tempt me, sir. 

“You like that, baby?” I blush at my own words, realizing how borderline erotic I just sounded. I glimpse at his dick, for science. Lo and behold, it’s looking stiffer than before.

“So much,” he sighs, into a breathy chuckle. “Is that the first time you’ve called me that?”

I lean to the side a little, allowing a direct line of water onto his hair so I can rinse it. “Yeah, actually, I think it was.” 

“Sounded kind of nice,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t want to admit it. 

“Yeah? Never took you as a pet name guy.” 

I take advantage of the conditioner I’ve rubbed into his hair to play with it for a little, making a few tiny braids before washing ‘em free. 

“Didn’t know I was.”

“I felt the same way,” I admit, “until you started using them on me.”

He does one of those ridiculously-sexy-for-no-reason hums of his that I love. “Am I weird for feeling proud of that?”

“I don’t think so. I’m kinda proud too.”

“What if I’m feeling turned on by it?”

I laugh. “A little weird, but passable.” 

“Bite me,” he grumbles in mock offense. I lightly gnaw at his right trap, and he chuckles as he shoves my face away.

Pumping some body wash into my palms, I rub the gel through my hands a couple of times before massaging it into his shoulders. Yoba, these things are tense. Must be from all the work he does at his computer. I crouch lower to rub downward into his shoulder blades, easing up the muscles around his spine.

“Yoba. Lemme do you next,” he offers, melting into my fingers. “This shit is insane.”

“Gladly.”

I’m sitting cross-legged behind Seb’s back. I lean against him, closing my eyes as I try to use my sense of touch to find any stray knots. “I thought my muscles were tight…”

“I should invest in a better chair…”

“You gonna become one of those Herman Miller enthusiasts?”

“Fuck no,” he scoffs. “Too pricey.”

I hum in agreement, letting my hands stray to the front so I can lather the soap into his chest. I let some water roll down his back to clear any suds before placing a few soft kisses to his spine. His chest heaves slightly under my touch. 

“Y’know, I’ve never had someone be so gentle to me…” he murmurs. 

“Is that a bad thing?”

He shakes his head, “It’s perfect, actually.”

Fucking angel.

I sigh, resting my cheek to him and snaking my hands lower down his torso. “I love you, ya cornball.” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.” He lifts one of my hands and kisses my knuckles before returning it back to its previous spot on his tummy. 

“Insult included?”

“Honestly? Yeah.” I giggle as he confesses, “As long as you’re saying you love me, I don’t think I can complain about something so trivial.”

I don’t know how to respond. My heart’s just so full… I opt to not say anything. Don’t wanna ruin the moment. A short bit goes by, and I notice that my hands are at Seb’s belly button-level. 

So close to… 

Fuck it. 

I test the waters, fingers grazing his upper pubic area. 

“(Y/n),” he breathes. “Hm?”

He chuckles. Seb takes my dominant hand and lowers it around his cock. “S’that what you want, baby?” 

I nod against him with a strong exhale as I feel him in my palm, all while heat rises swiftly to my face. He breathes heavily as I lightly stroke him, using the suds running down his body for an easier glide. I press some more kisses to his back, all in different spots, some more open-mouthed than others.

“Fuck.”

Wanting to experiment, since this is my first real opportunity, I snake my other hand over and grip the base of his shaft. Still gives me plenty of room to jerk with the first hand, and maybe the extra pressure feels nice?

His head tilts back, pure bliss written on his face as he quietly moans. I hum, proud of my accomplishment.

“So fucking good at this,” he whispers. 

“Lemme taste?”

“Absolutely.” 

He flips around and lays back against the end of the tub, pulling me into him to make out. A little warm up for my tongue. Much appreciated.

Before I can get lost in the sensation, I pull away, trailing kisses and licks across his neck, onto his shoulders, down his chest. I leave some hickies around Seb’s upper thighs, palming him to tide him over while I ramp up the anticipation. His squirms and throaty mewls are fucking delightful.

“Fuuuck, please (y/n).”

“Patience, young grasshopper.” Check mate, nerd. He laughs and rolls his eyes, eyebrows turned upward. 

Gotta be honest. I’m a little nervous, as this is the first time I’ll be trying to take him in my mouth and he’s absolutely packing. 

I ease myself in, basically French kissing along the edges of his tip. Tasting the salty beads of pre-cum that have gathered over the last few minutes. I let my lips glide up and down the side of his length for a moment as my hand stays firmly pumping the half closer to his base, my ass lifted and swaying to give him a show. 

“Goddamn, (y/n),” he groans, cupping my cheek. 

Because I’m a fucking dog, apparently, I nuzzle into it for a sec, sinking myself into his touch. He quietly laughs at me, rubbing his thumb along my cheek. I take his thumb in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while continuing to twist my fist around his cock. I could swear I felt goosebumps on his skin just now.

I finally move my face back towards his member, taking just the tip in my mouth before going for the gold. I try to fit in as much as I can, as I stare into his gem-like eyes, my own squinting and watering. 

Seb moans, and I do too, reactively. “Holy fucking shit. Feels so good.”

The late-night summer sunset is shining through the small, ground-level window above us. The rays of light intertwining with the droplets falling onto us is like pure stardust. And Seb looks ethereal underneath it all.

He’s fucking stunning.

His pupils are dilated and his cheeks are painted crimson, as though he’s high on something other than the THC that’s probably out of his system by now. Every once in a while he smiles, teeth over his lower lip, palm grazing my cheek, as if to wordlessly tell me how nice I feel. I’m seeing Sebastian in his most raw and vulnerable form.

Really is making me feel like a siren right now. 

Seb’s eyes roll back as I do my best to keep a good pace. I want to go faster, but don’t want to risk any teething accidents. I clasp both hands around him as I pull out, giving my jaw a breather.

“How am I doing, sir?” I ask before licking strips along the exposed skin.

“Oh god,” he laughs. Seb puts a hand over his chest. Can’t tell if he’s being a drama queen, or if that name does make him that weak. He continues, “You’re doing so well– Ahh!” and I cut him off by getting back to work

His cock is hitting the back of my throat, and I still have some space to work with — quite the dilemma, but it gives me an idea.

I pull all the way out again and take his hand, lifting it to my hair before diving back in. I bore my eyes into his to deliver the message. Catching my drift, Seb assists me, pushing my head as far as we can both muster it. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on my breathing and the movements of my tongue.

“Fffuh– God, I’m so fucking close.”

I come up for some air and quietly mewl around his tip, “Just use me,” before planting my lips back in place. Can’t help but feel proud of the heady noise Seb let out when I said that. 

I’m ravenously bobbing my head as Sebastian pushes me deeper, his hips thrusting concurrently. He’s totally just fucking the shit out of my mouth, god this is so hot. My tonsils burn from being beaten, and I’m gagging because obviously, but the sounds coming from Seb numb the pain.

“Baby I’m gonna cum,” he groans, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “Just like that. Don’t waste a drop, princess.”

I moan around his cock at the new name and sexy command, subsequently feeling warm liquid burst into my throat. I struggle to breathe while he finishes but can’t bring myself to cut him short. Too much of my pride is at stake. 

Once I sense finality and hear Seb’s heavy breaths dissipate, I slowly pull away from him. I silently thank Yoba for oxygen and swallow everything I’ve been given.

Seb leans forward and lifts me by the chin for more kisses. “Such a good fucking girl,” he murmurs against my lips. Making me feel so needy... No. It’ll make future endeavors better if you have some patience, (y/n). Simmer down.

Foreheads pressed together as our mouths part, I giggle. “That was sick.”

He furrows his brows, giggling along with me before positioning himself behind me. “Yeah?” He makes the water a little hotter – I didn’t notice it was getting cold in the first place.

I hum, nod, and add, “I didn’t die from asphyxiation either.” 

Seb snorts. “A jack of all trades.” I hear the shampoo bottle click, and he pulls me back to lean against his chest, leaving a kiss on my hairline. “Did I ever tell you that I started calling you a good girl strictly thinking it would tick you off?”

I shake my head. “Pfft, no, you didn’t. Seriously?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “But now that I know the effect it actually has on you, I quite like it. Has a nice ring.”

“Good. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of hearing it,” I paraphrase his earlier claim.

He starts massaging my scalp the same way I did his earlier, and I accidentally let out a lil’ moan.

“Thaaat’s my good girl,” he lilts, adding his nails softly into the mix.

Goosebumps instantly sprout across my skin. I pat at my arms as if it’ll do anything to stop them.

“Stop giving me the tinglies.”

“...The tinglies.”

“Yeah. What about ‘em?”

“Never heard that term before.”

“Better add it to your vocabulary,” I tease, leaning into the stream a bit to help rinse the residual suds from my hair. “It’ll be hip with the kids before you know it.”

He starts to apply the conditioner, and whispers, “Alright, grandma.” I shake my head to whip him with my, now conditioner-filled, hair. “Fuck!”

“Talk shit, get hit.” 

__________________

“Is he dead?” I whisper, tucked into Seb’s chest on his bed.

“He’s probably going to wish he was when he comes back to us.”

“Yeah… that whole ‘shutting me up’ thing was hot, but it didn’t last long.”

“Your pussy is worth making noise for,” Seb coos. I roll my eyes and nudge him with my elbow, totally trying to avert any possible attention from the heat in my cheeks or the squeak that bubbles in my throat.

“Was he planning on a sleepover, or have you just accepted your fate as a temporary Victor-sitter?”

“Neither… His mom isn’t keen on sleepovers.”

I pucker my eyebrows. “Isn’t he, like, my age?”

“Yeah, got a late start though. So now his mom’s trying to make up the lost time by being up his ass about everything he does. Keeping him ‘disciplined’ or some shit, I dunno.”

“Sounds a lot like my own parents…” I think out loud. “What a bitch.”

He nods. “But she’s fucking loaded.” He sighs, “I guess being heavily governed is his price to pay for financial stability.”

Victor’s a good guy, I think. I hope he has a good home life, aside from having an overbearing mother. He looks so peaceful on Seb’s couch, skull-patterned pillow under his head and hoodie rolled up under his arms.

“The last train leaves kinda soon, no?”

“Yeah. I should get him up there.”

I scoot over a little, propping onto my elbows while Seb crawls over me to leave the bed. He stops while his body is on top of mine – this is all too familiar – and dips into a heated, greedy kiss. Mmmmm.

“You coming?”

I sigh. “Yeah, I should head home too actually. Gotta make sure Cannoli’s doing okay.”

“Lame,” he teases. 

“Clingy.” When he gets up, I grabby-hand in his direction for a lift, to which he happily obliges. We tip toe over to the couch to wake up Victor and get him Zuzu-bound.

__________________

“You don’t have to walk me home every time I leave your house, you know.”

“Sorry for wanting to make sure you get there safely.”

“Says the guy who goes to the monster-infested mines overnight, for funsies.” I sigh. “That conversation with Victor could not have been any more embarrassing than it was,” I groan looking up to the sky and dragging my hands along my face.

“He’ll forget about it eventually.”

“Fuck no, he won’t!” I laugh, incredulously. “How do you forget about someone you just met apologizing for waking you up by fucking one of your best friends?” 

“He’s experienced worse.”

“What, you and Sam’s moaning?” I tease.

He doesn’t answer. The silence speaks volumes.

“Oh my god, you and Sam tortured Victor with this shit too?”

He scrunches his nose. “He walked in on us once.” 

“Holy shit,” I laugh, my hand shooting up to my mouth. “How?!”

“Ugh… we cut class to experiment in the showers.” Before I can question the logic behind their chosen location, he continues. “Jodi’s strictly anti-gay, and had some suspicions after I started dabbling in makeup, so she made Sam keep his door open any time I went over back then. And this was before mom let me claim the basement, so we obviously couldn’t use the room I shared with Maru.” 

Seb glances down towards me with a little shrug, and pops his knuckles as he looks back ahead. “Vic had gym that period, and when his class finished up, he just so happened to be the one to open our curtain.”

My mouth hangs open for a sec. “You didn’t stop when you heard people coming in?!” 

“Nobody used those fuckin’ things. You think a teenage boy’s first instinct after gym class is to get clean?”

“Fair,” I shrug. “At least it was him, and not one of those homophobes you told me about.”

“Exactly,” he smiles, tapping my forehead.

I swat his hand away, and Seb steals it to tangle our fingers together. I give him a squeeze, then think out loud, “I imagine it’s hard for Victor to date, with such a strict mom.”

“Yeah, he’s made it work though. He dated this family-friend of theirs for a long time, a while back. Another rich girl, so of course Olivia approved.”

I guess Olivia is Victor’s mom. Shuddering, I ask, “Is she as snooty as Olivia seems?” 

“Not in the slightest,” Seb laughs, softly elbowing me. “She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.” He sighs, seeming to reminisce a little. He softly continues, “I hope she’s doing alright. She had to leave the valley a while back for some personal shit, so I haven’t really been in contact.”

I ponder for a moment. “Her name isn’t Sophia, is it?” 

Seb shoots me a questioning glance, “D’you know her?”

I shake my head. “Sam told me about her when he came over a few days ago.” Frowning slightly, thinking back on what he had told me about the girl. “I hope she’s doin’ okay.”

He gives my hand a squeeze, “I’m sure she will be, if she’s not now. Hopefully you can meet her sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Seb hums. “You’d love her. She’s just as much of a nerd as you are.”

“Fuck you, you’re a nerd!” 

“Whatever, nerd.”

#sebastian x reader #sebastian #sdv sebastian #sdv #sdv rasmodius #sve magnus #magnus rasmodius x reader #stardew valley rasmodius #sdv sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian #sebastian stardew #sebastian headcanons #stardew valley #stardew #sve #sebsatian sdv #sdv wizard #stardew wizard #magnus rasmodius #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley sebastian x reader #wizard x reader #FAWY

[therealityhelix]

Shards of the Nexus: Blinded by the Light

The third self has a mission of his own.

Song: Midwest Angelica OST-"Home"

@captainbaddecisions @cardwrecks

Bodies lay strewn in the small coulee, some moaning, some unconscious.

“Jeez dude, why didn't you ever do that when you were fighting us?” the Younger Flash exclaimed.

The man in green-the Riddler, Detective was assuming-stared at the young man, incredulous.

“Do I really need to explain why I don't beat up kids?” he asked, a soft lisp slipping through his gapped teeth.

“Considering the guys you usually run with, yeah! You do!” snapped a blonde archer, her arrow still trained on him. He glanced over his shoulder at her.

“You're not going to shoot me in the back.” he stated. There was no challenge in his voice, only certainty. “And it's because I'm not them. I'm me. I should think you'd appreciate the distinction, young lady.”

“Don't talk like you know anything about me!”

“I do know. That's part of the point! When were you convinced to see all your enemies as being the same? That's a dangerous attitude to take in this game. If you want to survive, anyway.”

“Why help us?”

“I didn't. I just took them down, that's all. Now you kids better hurry, the ape is escaping. Not sure why they sent just the two of you after Mallah, but I wish you luck.”

The pair of young heroes rushed off in the direction he had indicated, the blonde archer loosing her arrow back at him as they went, but the Riddler had already snatched a pair of pill-shaped cartridges from his belt and thrown them to the ground.

The arrowhead exploded into sticky glue which mired itself harmlessly in a cloud of expanding foam, while the Riddler himself disappeared into a second cloud of expanding smoke.

So their counterpart here had clear principles. An interesting contrast to the last world they'd been in, with its hopelessness and damp despair. Their second self was all threat and no bluster, a fierce and starving lion of a man, blood dripping jaws and ruthless drive under a secretive, almost playful exterior.

This third self seemed to pick his battles carefully, and exclude certain demographics. Detective wondered how he chose who to spare, or if it was simply up to his gut.

Detective felt something smooth and cold press into the back of their neck.

Oh. Stealthy as well.

“Did you enjoy the show?” the Riddler asked behind them. “Kind of an odd passtime, but I've seen odder. Anyway, please don't move. I have questions. Who are you with?”

“A composite creation, an echo of one

silver as sealant, its preciousness gone

Reality's window, reversal's eye

Magician of light, though I might make you cry

I see only what you do, yet still it's a sham

so tell me onlooker, just what I am.”

A quiet pause.

“You are a mirror.” he answered. “What does that have to do with spying on me though?”

“Who says I was spying?” Detective asked. “Perhaps I was just out for a walk.”

The Riddler peeked his head over their shoulder to fix them with a very serious gaze. Detective tried to ignore the wide open space around them, and the lack of any vehicles that could have brought them out there.

“You've chosen an inefficient pair of shoes to go hiking in, mx.” he pressed the smooth object harder into their neck. “Please try again.”

“That's one of the capsules from your belt, isn't it?” Detective realized. “What's in this one?”

“Well that's the question, isn't it? Spy or not, you have no way of knowing.”

“It's empty.” Detective said confidently.

The Riddler paused. Pressed harder. Then removed the object and tucked it back into his belt.

“Fine.” he said. “But the others aren't. No sudden moves please.”

“Of course~”

“Now, again, who are you with?”

“No one. You perhaps.”

“Oh, I get it.” the Riddler's demeanor eased. “You want to team up. Well, it just so happens that I'm currently in a situation where I could use some help. You showing up now, all the way out here, is a bit of a suspicious coincidence though.”

“Would it put you in a worse position if you were to tell someone about this troubling situation?”

“Probably not. But possibly. If you were sent to find out just how much I know.”

“And how much do you know?”

“More than I was supposed to. What do you know of the Light?”

“If you mean something other than visible electromagnetic radiation, then nothing.”

“It's probably better that way, if you want to stay safe. It's best not to mess with them, but...hm. They forced my hand.”

“Oh? And what did they do?”

The Riddler's dark eyes flicked to his defeated foes, still lying in the dirt.

“Somewhere else.”

“I know just the place~”

“No. We will go where I say. I don't trust you just yet. You're extremely suspicious, you know that?”

Detective shrugged.

“That is entirely fair. Lead on then, I shall be happy to follow.”

This Riddler's version of Gotham City was similar to the Detective's, with its solid, elegant Art Deco architecture, but far cleaner. The avenues wider, letting in more light. Even as the Riddler led them into less affluent areas, there were more green spaces than Detective's Gotham. Each bore a plaque engraved with a familiar name.

“Wayne's fingerprints are all over this city, it seems.” Detective murmured.

“He's a frivolous idiot, but he at least had the good sense to entrust his charities to someone who actually knows how to direct them. I remember when this area was all empty lots and crumbling four stories.”

He'd removed his jacket upon entering the city, draped it over his arm in a way as to hide the question mark iconography. Underneath, he had the shape of a swimmer, and thick umber hair in a defiant mullet and spikes style, paired with precisely shaped sideburns that screamed of the turn of the century's hipster movement.

He led them into a basement apartment, very clean and warmly lit, with bare and simple, yet comfortable furnishings. He saw Detective to a chair, and began preparing coffee.

“It doesn't matter if I show you this place.” he said. “The others already know about it. I don't think I'll come back here after tonight.”

“That bad, is it?” Detective asked, accepting the fresh coffee.

“I am deliberately going to make bitter enemies of the most dangerous people on and off the planet.” the Riddler said, taking a seat across from them, with his own steaming cup. “It is that bad. I may be dead quite soon.”

He said it so plainly, as if it were nothing more than deciding what to make for dinner. The cup paused at Detective's lips.

“Then why do it?”

The Riddler's grip on his cup tightened.

“Because they lied to me. They used me.” his lisp remained, but his tone hardened like steel around it. “They took my strategies and programs, and they used them to murder children.”

Detective set their coffee down.

“My goodness.”

“There is none. They spoke of furthering the evolution of humanity through adversity and adaptation, but it was nothing more than eugenics. Again. I know full well that I would not be allowed to survive under such a wasteful regime, and I will not be a useful idiot to a group of banal eugenicists while they use my works to fill mass graves with the bodies of children. I will destroy everything I have made for them. And I will break everything new that they try to build.”

“And you need help with that.”

“Yes, I am certain I will. They are all over the world. They are in space! Some of them are reported to be immortal. And they are many. Ruthless. Wealthy. Well connected.”

“So, a proper challenge for the Riddler.”

He seemed to surprise himself with a barked laugh.

“I suppose so. Who ever guessed I'd twice decide to do something to save the world? My name doesn't fit well into the vigilantes ranks, but...when did not fitting in ever stop me?”

“Never, I'll wager.”

“Still, you are suspicious. Showing up when and where you did. Being so friendly when you clearly know who I am. So who are you? Really?”

“I am a mirror.” Detective said. The Riddler looked closer.

Detective held still, allowing his dark eyes to sweep over them, taking in the details. The gem green eyes, and the brilliant vermilion hair would be key differences, of course, and their vibrant pine green and mauve clothing should be telling, though the Riddler didn't make comment on any of that. The cleverly disguised question marks in their earrings and pocket square were special clues, and Detective saw the moment he noticed them.

Those eyes darted back to their face, searching, perhaps for confirmation.

“I am a mirror.” Detective repeated.

“How?”

“Have you heard of multiversal theory?”

“Yes, but it hasn't...it hasn't been proven.”

“Until now.”

The Riddler stood.

“Show me.”

Detective led him back the way they came, back to the little coulee outside of town. The injured people were long gone, but the rotting stone doorway Detective had entered the world through-all that was left of a lost colonial homestead-remained safely intact in a nearby glade. And through the door...

Gotham City. Detective's Gotham, similar in aesthetic, but measurably different in material reality, and the Riddler noticed it instantly.

“Even the air tastes different.” he observed.

“Leave your jacket off.” Detective warned. “The bat still flies here, though he mostly leaves me alone now.”

“Did you retire?”

“In a manner of speaking. I hung up the villainy, and took on the mantle of a private detective. I solve the riddles now.”

“What an interesting thought.”

“Keep it in the back of your mind. Now, come into my home and let me return the favor.”

Now it was Detective's turn to provide hospitality; more coffee, with biscotti and sliced peaches.

“So...This means you will help me.”

“I am a big fan of helping myself~” Detective teased. “But yes, I am willing to provide what aid I may. Revenge is a cause I understand well.” They held their coffee up in a toast. “To the young blood crying for vengeance.”

“To justice.” the Riddler agreed.

#Shards of the Nexus #YJ!Riddler #Detective!Riddler

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Kas Eddie AU, Lost Boy

Steve stared up at the figure that appeared to be Eddie Munson, speechless and terrified. A man who was supposed to be dead was stood in front of him. His face covered in blood and other viscera Steve couldn't recognize. Watching as the wild look left Eddie's eyes and he stumbled slightly before crashing to the wooded ground in front of the young man.

"Jesus fuck-Eddie?" Steve called out, experimentally prodding the unconscious man with his foot. Eddie's body twitched but he didn't wake up. Crawling over to the body, Steve put two fingers to his throat and found he was indeed breathing.

'Fuck, he just ate a dude.' Steve thought to himself as he fell back in the ground. Trying to come to with what he was supposed to do next. His walkie was back in his car almost a twenty minute walk away. None of the kids lived nearby. Well...none that could help him. Leaning over the unconscious Eddie, Steve began to lightly tap him on the face.

"Come on Munson, wake up." Steve prodded but it did nothing. "Shit." They weren't too far in the woods meaning his house was just down the street. Considering the fact there was a dead guy just a couple of feet away and the strong possibility there was something wrong with the other man, Steve realized he was going to have to take Eddie with him.

"Okay Munson." Steve got to his feet and grabbed Eddie's body by hooking his arms under Eddie's armpits. "You better be a lot lighter than you look or this is going to be a long night for the both of us."

~~

"-wait so you dragged him home? Without telling us?" Dustin interrupted the story and Steve turned to glare at the pre-teen.

"You shush. I'm telling a story."

"I'm just saying something bad could've happened."

"It's not like I brought a baby demodog home." Steve retorted.

"...touché."

"Anyway-"

~~

Eddie had in fact not been lighter than he looked. And considering that Steve was slightly out of practice with this kind of thing, it had been a long and bumpy journey before he finally got back to his house with Eddie's body in tow. The whole time the guy had yet to stir. Occasionally letting out small grunts or whines to let Steve know he was still alive. Arriving at the front porch of his house, Steve frowned at the stairs. Combined with the guilt of probably dragged Eddie's body over far too many rocks and dropping him twice on the way there, Steve let go of the metal head's upper body.

"Come on Harrington, you can do this. You've done it with girls plenty of times." Steve told himself as he bent over and began to lift Eddie's body in a bridal position. It took some effort but he managed up the stairs to the back door he (thankfully, in this case) always kept unlocked and entered. Eddie's head accidentally hit the door frame and his mouth let out a small moan. "Shit-sorry." Steve apologized but Eddie didn't hear him. Flipping the kitchen light switch on, Steve grimaced when he saw Eddie's face in clearer detail. Save the blood, he still looked like a mess. His hair was ragged, dirt and twigs mixed in the brunette mess. Now that Steve was looking at him closer, he realized Eddie was sweating.

Making his way to the couch, Steve let Eddie down onto the pinstriped cushions. His body rolling to the corner of the loveseat while Steve looked him over. He was still wearing the clothes Steve last saw him in. Down to the rips and tears stained with blood from being attacked by demobats. But the wounds were completely gone. Raising a palm to Eddie's forehead like his nanny used to, Steve was taken aback by how hot Eddie's forehead was compared to the rest of his cold, clammy skin. He contemplated calling an ambulance but that would raise a whole host of new issues. Again, he thought back to the creep Eddie just ate.

Instead he went back to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and dishcloth. Filling the bowl up with water then walking back out to where Eddie laid. Dabbing the cloth in the water before placing it on Eddie's burning head.

"You better not die on my God damn couch Munson." Steve told the unconscious man as he went to grab a blanket off the nearby recliner. Draping it over Eddie's body and taking a seat on the floor next to him. He had so many questions to ask the other when he woke up. Like, how the fuck are you alive? Or, are you a vampire? But that could wait until he was sure Eddie was going to be okay. Even if it meant staying up all night.

#fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things au #kas theory #kas eddie munson #vampire eddie #vampire au #steddie #eddie x steve