#but he is not allowed to die anywhere else /j

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NSFW Alphabet for Lucifer

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is immediately asking you if you need anything, getting you water, snacks, running you both a bath, cuddles. Surprisingly if you take a bath with him it won’t lead to more sex unless you initiate it. Don’t get me wrong, he loves having sexy time with you but he also loves those intimate moments after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of himself is probably his tongue. He considers himself quite talented when it comes to oral. His favourite body part of yours is definitely your thighs. He LOVES to squeeze them and have his head between them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He LOVES to cum inside of you. He literally begs you for it every single time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves to be pegged. Honestly is that really a secret though?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is extremely experienced. I mean come on this is the king of hell we’re talking about, of course he knows what he’s doing! How else did he pull Lilith AND Eve?!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves missionary because he can see your beautiful face but he also loves being ridden. He just loves when you use him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely allows himself and you to be goofy. However if it’s your first time together and you laugh at a mistake he makes he might get a little insecure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave but he does keep it well trimmed. It’s blonde like his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is extremely romantic. He is such a sap I swear to god. He would unironically do those cliche rose petals and candles. Don’t laugh at him okay? He’s trying to be a good partner.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I have a feeling he gets morning wood like every single damn morning so I feel like he masturbates mostly in the mornings. Only if you’re not there to help him though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves being praised. He’s a sucker for it. Tell him he’s making you feel good and he’ll fold entirely. BUT he also likes being degraded to a degree. Call him a good little slut and he’ll die.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere literally anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Praise, teasing touches, slight degradation, whispering in his ear, etc.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Knife play. He doesn’t wanna hurt you ever. No matter how much you reassure him it would still make him way too anxious.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves when you suck him off but he also loves eating you out/sucking you off. He loves your thighs wrapped around his head and as I said before he’s very skilled with his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

That depends on what you want. He however prefers to go slow and sensual. He wants to feel every inch of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind them however he does prefer to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes he will definitely take risks. He’s a sucker for you so he’s willing to try pretty much anything if it’ll make you happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go probably quite a few rounds. I’m thinking maybe 5? He likes being overstimulated.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He probably owns a dildo and a fleshlight for himself when you’re not around.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He might tease you a little bit but like I said, he’s down bad for you, anything you ask you will receive.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If he’s dominant he’ll be moaning and grunting , some panting here and there too. However, if he’s the submissive, he is full on whimpering and whining.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would 100% let you step on him. He loves when you’re dominant so much.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s thickkkk. He’s about 7 or 8 inches long too. You’re in for a longgggg night.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a fairly high sex drive. He likes doing it daily soooo good luck.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As soon as he’s sure you’re comfortable and content, he’ll cuddle up and sleep with you.

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35. Joker - Safe With Me

*Warning: I’ve incorporated characters from both Gotham and Suicide Squad. Mention of Violence. Abuse. Legal Age Gap. Whatever else is considered a warning.*

Synopsis: After one of the most intense beatings she’s ever experienced by her father, Paisley runs away; only taking a pre-packed backup with her and ditching her cell. Not wanting to go to the Joker, afraid of what he’d do to her father if she did, she goes to an abandoned building instead. But being the property of the Joker means that he knows where she’s at at all times.

* Paisley’s p.o.v *

It was the worst it had ever been before; and even though it had been two hours since I had just experienced the most gruesome beating in my life, the pain was still fresh. The bruises formed almost immediately, and there were popped blood vessels in my eye coloring the white part red. My face was sticky with old tears, new ones adding to the mess as I looked at the mirror in my room. I hadn’t done anything wrong that warranted this type of outburst, in fact, it had nothing to do with me at all. Apparently, dad was going through some things at work that had him considering leaving Gotham; which I found out meant that he might lose his job if he stayed. He was so stressed out that he drank too much before coming home to take his drunken frustration out on me to make himself feel better.

   I moved some of my blonde hair out of my face; dry blood had crusted into my hair from the cut that it hid. My other hand reached up and touched my busted lip, wincing as I felt the sting of how fresh it was. I tried not to look at the thousands of bruises littering my body or the sharp pain in my ribs that might indicate a broken bone. The only thing I could think of the entire time I cried and looked at my wounds was that I couldn’t do this anymore, and that I deserved better than what I was getting. So I quietly opened my closet door, listening intently to the television downstairs, then grabbed my pre-packed bag out from underneath a few extra quilts and blankets. I was never worried about dad going through my belongings, I was worried about Freddy going through my things and finding stuff that I didn’t want to have to explain to him or my dad.

I didn’t plan on taking my cell phone with me, so I made sure to block the Joker’s number and hope that when I did see him again, he’d understand. I even deleted our messages so no one could go through them when they realized I was gone. I opened my underwear drawer and pulled out a wad of cash that I had been saving up from allowances. Once I had everything that I needed, I opened my window and crawled onto the extended tree limb that normally helped me sneak back in after my nights with Mister J. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I took off down the streets as quietly and quickly as I could. I didn’t want to catch anyone’s attention. All I wanted to do was get away from this man who was no longer my father.

    There really wasn’t anywhere I could go where someone didn’t recognize me; the whole city practically knew who my dad was, even the criminals knew. I’d go to the Joker later but right now, I was afraid of what he’d do once he saw me in this state. In the meantime, I dodged anyone I thought could recognize me and call home to inform my dad that I was wandering the streets of Gotham late at night. After some time, I had managed to walk my way into some abandoned building that I’d never noticed before. Glass covered every inch of the ground, mixing with the gray sand and dead grass, all of the windows were boarded up and I wondered if maybe the windows were broken on purpose when they closed down. It also could have been teenagers breaking in, similar to what I was doing. I could read the sign that was painted on the moldy bricks because it was too faded.

  “God,” I mumbled, “This is definitely how people die.”

  But even that was a better fate than being alive and beaten.

Taking a large breath, I made my way into the building. There were no lights on but the small cracks in the foundation allowed a few slips of moonlight to give me direction. In the distance, I could hear a small bubbling sound coming from a room. A green, illuminated light peeped underneath the door that contained it. Swallowing hard, I shuffled to the door and pushed it open; an eerie creek echoed off the empty, damp walls. Leading through the room was a high pavement of metal that looked wet like everything else in the building, however, surprisingly it wasn’t rusted. I placed my foot on the metal carefully and listened for anything that would indicate I’d fall to my doom. When I was reassured that it was safe, I started walking further into the room. Underneath the walkway were enormous vats of green, steaming liquid that I recognized easily; the only reason I knew what it was was because of the lesson we did in chemistry class. It was acid. I was quickly reminded of Harley’s beginning, how it all started for her here. Part of me always wondered if the Joker kept me around to fill in the hole Harley left, if he really cared about me at all or was he doing it all to help him then toss me to the side. I was afraid to tell him that, to see what his reaction would be. Would he hit me like my father did when he was angry? Would he just leave me? Would I ruin something that I considered perfect in its own way?

    I eventually made it to the edge of the path and peered down at the rolling acid beneath me. I remembered telling Mister J that I didn’t want to end up diving into a pit of acid and becoming the new Harley, and he had been okay with it but I still wondered if that were the case. Sighing gently, I sat down and let my feet dangle over the edge. The drop looked further than it probably was, like if I was peering down at the mess beneath me from a tower. More tears slid down my cheeks and I buried my head into my hands as I started to sob uncontrollably like I had at home.

Time seemed to speed by while I sat alone, crying and wallowing in my own self pity. When I was officially cried out, I wiped all of the tears away as well as the small amount of snot bubbling at the end of my nose. I was so preoccupied that I didn’t notice the door opening or feet approaching me until I had a feeling someone was standing behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, sending a rush of fear rolling through my body. I was afraid that my dad had found me here and that I would receive more than what I’d gotten earlier. But that fear was tossed out the window when I heard the Joker’s voice.

   “What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, angry by the fact that I had blocked his number.

 “I just needed some time to think,” I whispered, never making eye contact with him so he couldn’t see my face.

  “You blocked my number,” his breathing was huffier, angrier, “Is that your way of telling me you’re done with me?”

  That time, I couldn’t even form the words to explain myself. All of the emotions resurfaced as I began to choke on sobs again, covering my mouth to quiet them to no avail. Mister J kneeled beside me, gripping my shoulders hard and forcing me to look at him. His eyes were cold and hard, dangerous and calculating; probably all of the ways to kill me. Then they softened and relaxed when he saw the condition I was in.

  “I had to leave,” I cried, “It was so much worse than…than before. And I had to block your number so he wouldn’t see I’d been speaking to you, in case he found me.”

 “Why didn’t you come to me, Paisley?”

 “Because I don’t want you to kill him! He’s my fa-father!”

I buried my head into the silk of his shirt, gripping the leather of his jacket while more sobs escaped. Drool started gathering onto his shirt creating a wet stain but he didn’t say anything. Instead, Mister J wrapped his strong, thick arms around me in comfort while brushing my hair with his fingers. When his fingers found the blood tangled in my hair, he froze but still kept whatever was brewing in his head to himself. Once again, I felt cried out so I pulled away, wiping away the drool and tears from my face as well as his shirt, at least the best I could.

  “I sh-shouldn’t have blocked you,” I croaked, “but I didn’t know what else to…to do. I’m so tired. Drained.”

  Mister J sat beside me, keeping his arm around me firmly.

 “Luckily,” Mister J muttered, his voice still rough with anger, “I know exactly how to find someone when I need to.”

 “How did you find me?” I asked, sniffling.

 “Someone I work close to saw you walking down the street with a frightened face. I figured it was because you were scared of me finding you but now that I’m looking at you, I know that wasn’t the case.”

  Mister J pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and clicked around before putting the phone to his ear. I stared up at him, wondering who he was calling right now.

 “Frost,” he said, answering my unspoken question, “Go to Paisley’s home and collect the rest of her things to bring back home. And take her dad too.”

My eyes widened and I tried to tell him no or anything else that would get him to leave my dad alone. When he hung up on Frost, I pushed him off of me angrily.

“I told you I didn’t want you to kill him!” I snapped.

  Mister J stared at me with a large grin on his face. His silver teeth glowing in the moonlight and the green, illuminating acid. I shook my head; it felt like he wasn’t taking any of this seriously. I climbed to my feet and grabbed my pre-packed runaway kit then started to leave. Mister J was quick to his own feet and grabbed my arm to keep me from leaving.

 “He hurt you and he continues to hurt you. He wants to take you away from me too, and I can’t allow that. I won’t allow that. As long as you and I are together, Paisley, you belong to me, and I won’t allow anything to happen to you like with Harley. Especially when I could have put an end to it. I listened, I didn’t go near him and I didn’t kill him like you asked but enough's enough.”

  My bag slipped off my shoulder, hitting the metal with a loud thud.

 “But I…what will I do?” I whispered.

 “You’ll come stay with me like we’ve talked about.”

 “People will come looking for me.”

 “We’ll fake your own death. They’ll think you and your dad died.”

 “What if I want to go out and get coffee or just for a walk or to pick something up?”

 “Then you’ll go with the guards so they can watch and protect you, otherwise, you’ll be with me. You’ll be safe, Paisley.”

I wiped away the remaining tears and looked up at his icy blue eyes with my own. He was watching me, reading everything he could off my face to see if I’d agree or not. How could I say no? He’d always taken care of me before, he listened and didn’t act when he discovered my dad was beating me or that he wanted to take me out of Gotham. Mister J had never given me a reason to distrust him, even his anger and the way he acted sometimes didn’t scare me because he didn’t take his anger out on me. In fact, he treated me like a princess all the time.

  I reached out and took the hand that wasn’t grabbing onto me. It was covered in tattoos and thick calluses. I led him back to where we had been sitting and pulled him down beside me. I rested my head against his shoulder and sighed. Our outer thighs touched and I kept our hands entwined with one another.

   “Okay,” I said, “I’ll come stay with you. But I swear to God, if you ever lay your hands on me the way he did…”

  No more words left my mouth as Mister J burst into laughter, the sound stretching across the room creating an echo.

  “I’m serious,” I protested.

 “I know,” he laughed, “that’s what makes it hilarious because you think I’d stoop so low as to hit someone as pretty as you.”

  “You’re so unlike yourself when you’re around me.” A giggle left my own lips.

 “Is that so?” He hummed.

I nodded.

And it was true too. Everyone knew how the Joker really was to people; he was a ruthless killer who had no problem manipulating his way out of any situation so he could get what he wanted. But that had never been the case with me; he had approached me, he asked me to be with him, and he continued to see me afterwards without asking for anything besides my loyalty. I didn’t even have to get him out of Arkham when he wound up in there, I just had to promise to come see him on the days I visited my mom and had to be with him once he got out. It was like our relationship was purely based on a need for someone to love him because he didn’t have that anymore. How he ended up falling in love with me was still a mystery but I knew how I fell in love with him. And I didn’t regret being in love with him. If Mister J swore he was going to take care of me and treat me the way I deserved to be treated, then I didn’t mind the darker side of him.

   “Paisley,” Mister J called out.

  I looked up at him and hummed in acknowledgment.

   “I love you.”

  It was the first time he had ever said that to me before. I smiled, nibbling on my bottom lip as I felt happiness erupt inside me.

  “I love you too, Mister J.”

  He climbed to his feet and held out his hand. I didn’t hesitate to take it and he easily pulled me off the metal platform. Not another word was spoken between the two of us as we left the abandoned building. And for the first time in a long time, I knew I was going to be able to sleep peacefully without the fear of being woken in the middle of the night to be punished.

 It was refreshing.

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Can you do a yandere quackity alphabet pls chupapi mew manure 😍😍😍❤️

♚Quackity yandere alphabet♚

♚Special thanks too: the dumb ass who requested this, Quackity

♚Note: legit my first time ever writing for quackity....

♚TW: yandere themes : toxic relationship : mentally ill Quackity : obsession : possessiveness : death : mentions of murder : cursing : dark themes : brief mention of suicide :

♚DISCLAIMER: do not read this if you are uncomfortable with yandere themes I have other works you can read or if your into kpop/kdramas don't hate on this no one is forcing you to read this if you are sensitive don't read this THIS IS ALL A WORK OF FICTION DO NOT ATTEMPT ANYTHING YOU READ IN THIS POST if someone is doing some of this stuff to you contact the police immediately DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 16!!!

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A - allowing (how allowing are they?)

I feel like he's not as though as others would be, so he'll allow you to go outside, but he has to be there as well.

B - blackmail (did they blackmail there s/o?)

No he didn't, in his eyes your fragile, almost baby like, he didn't wanna do anything to harm you.

C - carving (do they carve there name into you? And where?)

No he doesn't, no matter how pissed he is at you, he refuses to harm you in anyway.

D - Dangerous (how dangerous are they?)

On the danger scale Quackity is about a 6, he's not super dangerous but he can be.

E - Exposed (How vulnerable are they when it comes to their s/o?)

Once he knows you're not going anywhere, he'll be more sensitive and, talk about personal things and, seek comfort in you.

F - favorite (there favorite place on there s/o)

Probably your hair....he loves playing with your hair.

G - Game (are they using there s/o as a pass time?)

Absolutely not, you're too fragile for that.

H - Hell (what's the worse they've done to there s/o?)

even tho, not as extreme as other yandere's would do, the worst he's done is lock you in a room for a week.

I - Ideals (what's there future plans with there s/o?)

Probably to keep you with him as long as possible, he doesn't want kids, he feels you won't be able to make it through child birth.

J - Jealousy (how jealous are they?)

On the jealousy scale he's about a 7, like he gets jealous and will kill the other person but once he sees you he forgets everything.

K - Killing (how many times will they kill for there s/o)

As many times as it takes.

L - Love (how in love are they?)

Head over heels in love with you, he fell in love with you the first time he saw you.

M - (how messy are they?)

He's very clean when he does his killings, he doesn't want you to find old blood.

N - No (what will they not allow there s/o to do?)

Go anywhere without him, it's his main rule.

O - Obsession (how obsessed are they?)

On the obsession scale he's about a 9, he does have pictures of you all over his walls. (not just the bedroom)

P - Possession (how possessive are they of there s/o?)

He'll let you wear what you want and, hang out with whoever, just don't break a rule and you'll be fine.

Q - Quit (if there s/o dies would they find someone else?)

If you die he dies.

R - Regret (do they feel guilty for the things they've done?)

When he sees you cry over something he's done, then he will remorse for the things he's done, but other than that nope.

S - Stamina (how long will they put up with there s/o acting up?)

Not long at all, the second you start acting up he'll put you in your place.

T - Tears (how do they feel about seeing their s/o scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

He hurts more than you, once he sees you doing anything of the sorts, he'll stop everything immediately.

U - Unique (would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Other than letting you actually have a life that's not revolved around him, not really.

V - Vice (what weakness do they have for there s/o?)

When you get emotional, he can't stand it, unless its a good kind of emotional.

W - Wit’s end (would they ever hurt their s/o?)

Physically? No, Mentally? Absolutely.

X - Xoanon (To what length would they go to win their s/o over)

He'll go as far to change himself, physical appearance included.

Y - Yandere (what kind of Yandere are they?)

He's laid back, he allows you freedom, but as I mentioned, he always has to be around you.

Z - Zzz (Do they sleep around there s/o?)

Of course! He wanted to prove to you, he's completely normal and nothing wrong or messed up is going on in his head.

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Hello ! I love your nsfw alphabet series, and I was wondering if you could do it for Solomon ?

Sorry for the long wait, shit happened but I am finally back into writing ^-^

Warning:NSFW

Solomon x gn!MC

A=After care

He uses magic to get the two of you cleaned in the split of a second, that way you two could spend more time cuddling and relaxing with one another. He may still prepare a bubble bath despite being clean just for the sake of relaxing in it with you.

B=Body part

On him he likes where the pact marks cover him, so most of his body. He thinks it makes him look cool, especially with the way all the marks connect.

On you he likes your hands the most. He loves to observe the way they move when you cast spells and can never get enough of the way they feel on his body.

C=Cum

Have you seen this man's cooking? The things he eats? You're lucky his cum is quite watery so you don't have to taste for too long cause it tastes horrible.

He likes cumming on your face for no reason other than he thinks you look pretty with his cum on you.

For him, he likes

D=Dirty secret

Since he has heard about the golden newt syrup from Asmo he has made an aphrodisiac that works in similar ways but for humans. He forgot about it for a long time until you mention the incident again, then he started to think about you using it on him or him using it on you. He is still not sure how to bring it up.

E=Experience

If he is anything like his counterpart from the bible then he has a ton of experience. He had 700 wives and 300 concubines. Even if he doesn't share the same back story in the game, he has centuries, maybe thousands of years on earth and wasn't held back by any angelic mindsets or duties. He is also in a pact with Asmodeus so there's that.

F=Favourite position

Any and all positions that give him a lot of skin to skin contact. He wants to be as close to you as he can during the moment and craves any and all intimacy he can get in the moment. Position that allows him to kiss you easier are also on the top of his list.

G=Goofy

He isn't all too serious during the moment but he isn't going to crack jokes either besides his usual teasing. He wants to enjoy the moment with you, and if that means laughing and teasing then he is more than glad to do so.

H=Hair

He tries to keep himself well groomed but sometimes gets so caught up in his magic research that he forgets to at least trim himself. He at always tries to make an effort to take better care of himself when he knows the two of you will be intimate.

I=Intimacy

He has been alive for a long time and after a while it became hard to open his heart to other humans knowing they will die soon. Until you came along, and because of that he tries to be as romantic as possible. He isn't romantic with one night stands but you are his partner so that changes things.

J=Jack off

It depends on how stressed he is. He sometimes goes weeks without touching himself at all and other times he jacks off daily. Once he truly falls for you he starts to do it every few days.

K=Kink

Does magic count as a kink? He likes to use magic during to either enhance sensations, restrain you or himself and do anything else that comes in his mind and you're comfortable with. Magic tentacles

This goes hand in hand with magic thing, but he is fond of sensory deprivation and temperature play, he has quite a few spells prepared for those already.

He is also into edging you until you have to beg him to let you come. Once you start begging he can't really resist you but until that point he likes to have his fun.

Praise/body worship. He really loves you and he always praises you both outside of the bedroom and during intimate times. He would also love if you would do the same. He often feels like you're attention is only on the demon brothers and that you're out of reach for him, so for you to go out of your way to show him how much you're attracted to him means a lot.

L=Location

Literally anywhere with a bit of privacy. He can use a soundproof spell so no one could hear you and a spell that locks all doors/windows so no one walks in on you two fucking.

He still prefers his/your bedroom because it's more comfortable and can cuddle with you after both of you are done.

M=Motivation

You saying that you want him and choosing him over the demon brothers. Seeing you wanting him as much as he wants is the biggest motivation for him. It both gets his dick hard and his heart warm.

N=No

I feel like he wouldn't be really into pain when it comes to him, he doesn't strike me as too much of a masochist. He doesn't seem to be too much into any kinks that cause pain.

O=Oral

Prefers giving just for the fact that he can edge his partner as much as he wants to and you can't really complain because he is really good at it.

He likes receiving too but he tends to be quite squirmish the closer he is to his orgasm.

P=Pace

He prefers a more slow and sensual pace in order to tease you. He loves it when you try to set a faster pace but he holds you in pace to continue to torture you with his slow pace.

He would absolutely love it when you become frustrated enough to flip your position and take control of the situation and set whatever pace you want, be it fast and rough when you get impatient or slow to tease him back.

Q=Quickie

He loves them and the rush of adrenaline it gives him when you two do it in a place you shouldn't. You two could probably have quickies whenever you feel like it cause he could easily use a spell to make a room sound proof and locked.

R=Risk

This man loves experimenting so he is open to a lot of things when it comes to you. It doesn't matter that he has centuries of experience, he still finds new things that he likes. If you want to try your hand at sex magic then he will be more than happy to guide you.

S=Stamina

This man has shitty sleeping and eating habits and is caught up in his research more often than not. His stamina is shit, he is lucky he has magic to make him last longer than he normally would.

T=Toys

The only reason he has any toys is because of Asmodeus. He has magic, so toys aren't all that important to him but he can understand how they can be useful. If you want to get more of them he would gladly buy more.

U=Unfair

This man lives to tease you. He loves to do it either by words, touches and magic. If you would give him your consent he would use magic to rile you up during the day and see how you would react.

He would also love it if you would the same thing to him. He might or might not leave the spells necessary lying around for you to find them. Or even better, create new spells just to turn him and take him by surprise.

V=Volume

He is not really loud by default. Even if he would try, his voice is soft so his moans aren't really loud. If there would be someone outside of your bedroom they wouldn't be able to hear him. His moans are loud enough for you to hear tho.

W=Wild card

He would actually like a threesome with Asmodeus, maybe even one with Barbatos. It's already implied Asmo and Solomon fuck and there is a chat where Mammon comments about a hickey on Solomon. All you need is to express that you want Asmo to join and Solomon will summon him.

He would also quite enjoy a threesome with Satan, he just looks like he would

X=X-ray

Doesn't have the angel/demon dick like other characters for obvious reasons.

His dick is average size for human guys, around 6.4 inches and is on the thinner side and curves slightly upright.

Y=Yearning

Outside of relationships his sex drive is lower than the average for humans but when he gets attracted to someone his yearning is a bit above average for humans.

Z=Zzz

Unless he stays and cuddles with you he won't fall asleep. His sleep schedule is fucked, so during the night is more active. Being intimate with does manage to tire him out, but unless he stays in bed with you he will remain active.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #obey me solomon headcanons #obey me solomon x mc

[andorskenobi]

Tomorrow | J. Seresin

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader

summary: Jake keeps telling himself that tomorrow will be the day he finally lets you go, but tomorrow never seems to come.

warnings: angst (?), no use of y/n

a/n: i was listening to tomorrow by chris young and got the idea for this so uh you're welcome i guess

w/c: 821

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Jake knew that the relationship between you and him had never been the best, everyone else knew it too. Growing up, Jake had always been the one to string people along, but here you were flipping the switch on him. He wanted nothing more than for you to just let him in and let him love you. But you never gave in, your walls never came down, and you refused to let him go first. Which is why he often found himself saying that this would be the last time and the next day he would finally walk away. But the next day never came and Jake could never bring himself to walk away from you.

To him you were like the oxygen needed in order for the fire inside of him to burn, without you it would simply smother and die out. There was something in the way you understood his deepest desires and how you never made him feel stupid for something. The way your fire shown just as bright and burned just as hot as his own. Of course this caused problems between the two of you, nights somehow ending with one of you in tears.

Tonight was the night, Jake told himself as he walked up your doorsteps. He would spend one last night holding you in his arms and then tomorrow he would let you go and walk away. Tonight he would love as if tomorrow would never come in the hopes that he'll exhaust all the love he has for you.

Of course this all washed away the moment you opened the door and pulled him inside, the biggest smile on your face. Jake's heart filled with warmth, the fire you ignited in him burning brighter in your presence.

"I think we should go somewhere. I feel like we never go anywhere just the two of us." Jake nodded his head as you spoke, watching as you walked across your living room.

"Tomorrow, we'll go tomorrow, but tonight I really just want to hold you." You stopped walking, turning to look at him with a small smile on your face, before reaching your hand out for him to take hold of. You led him to your room, closing the door behind you.

The two of you wordlessly climbed into your bed. Jake began trying to memorize everything about you, from the way your breathe fanned across his chest to the way your fingers traced up and down his stomach. He found himself hoping that tomorrow never came and that the two of you could be frozen in this moment forever.

"I want to be better." Your voice cut through the silence like a hot knife would cut through butter, startling Jake.

"Hmm?" You craned your neck to look up at him. He could see the shine to your eyes caused by tears that had yet to fall.

"I want to be better for you. I know what people say, and I know you want to leave. I can see it in the way you look at me, but I selfishly don't want you to walk away. So, I'm gonna be better for you." Your eyes burned through his own looking directly at his soul. "Please tell me how to be better."

Despite the voice of reason in his head telling him to stay quiet Jake spoke, "Let me love you, that's how you can be better."

"I don't know how to do that, Jake." He could practically melt from his name rolling off your lips. "I want to know how. I want to be able to allow myself to love you, but I don't know if I know how to do that either."

Everyone had told Jake when he first laid eyes on you that you were worse than even him when it came to dating, but that never deterred him. He still allowed himself to fall completely into you and be consumed by your existence. Sometimes he felt as if you were punishment for all the times that he had led women on and broken their hearts, but deep down he knew if he gave you time you would come around. Eventually you did, just not in the way he'd hoped. You would allow Jake to get close but never allow yourself to fully give in to him, and somehow that hurt him more than he ever thought possible.

"Jake?" Your voice pulled him back from his thoughts, bringing his focus back to you.

"Just let me in and I'll show you." You nodded your head, rolling over so that your faces were level.

Jake closed his eyes slowly as you connected your lips in a slow kiss, trying to convey the words you couldn't allow yourself to say right now. Once again Jake found himself knowing that tomorrow would never come, but this time he had hope that it was for the better.

#hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #hangman x reader top gun #hangman angst #jake hangman fic #top gun maverick hangman #hangman seresin x reader #tgm #top gun maverick #jake seresin #dagger squad #jake seresin x you #jake seresin angst #top gun hangman #jake seresin x reader #hangman seresin #jake seresin imagine #top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun fandom

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Lost, in the final part of the uprising, Levi tells Erwin, "Another gamble, the Survey Corps' only strategy. Just like everything else you come up with." I've seen people use this against Eruri, saying Levi didn't believe in Erwin's abilities and that it's another reason why he picked Armin over. I know that everything else contradicts this, but why did Levi even say this? Was he throwing shade? I can't see what else Erwin or anyone else could've done against the titans, and making gambles was really the only way to do it. They weren't fighting humans they could understand and try to outsmart. They were fighting giant man-eating monsters. So yeah, what's the point of having Levi say this?

Anonymous asked:

I saw someone say that when Levi insults Erwin, he does it genuinely. Do you think that's true?

I hope you don’t mind me answering both these asks together. First of all, let’s get this out of the way…

"I've seen people use this against Eruri, saying Levi didn't believe in Erwin's abilities and that it's another reason why he picked Armin over."

I can’t believe I have to say this in the year of our lord 20234.  There is nothing in the manga, the anime, the supplementary materials or anywhere else to suggest that Levi “didn’t believe in Erwin’s abilities”.  Levi picked Armin in order to save Erwin because he didn't want to condemn Erwin by dragging him back to hell to be the devil people like Floch expected him to be. At the same time, Levi relieved Erwin of carrying the burden of his dream and the guilt of the soldiers who died under his command, allowing him to die with his humanity intact.

But anyway, on to the real question - does Levi really insult / cast shade on Erwin.  And the answer is yes, yes he does! 

Considering Erwin is Levi’s superior officer, Levi is pretty fucking rude to him.  To be fair, Levi is pretty fucking rude to *everyone*, though he does seem to reserve a particular type of familiar sarcasm for Erwin. The exchange in the infirmary is a classic example.

As is this gem from chapter 75. (I know @tsuki-no-ura has written a post about this exchange but I can't find it right now.)

There’s another great example from the Smartpass Up Close interview where Levi tells Erwin that his kids won’t be cute. 

J: Then let’s not talk about that for now. How about just your own future dreams? L: Talking about future dreams at this age…how interesting. What do you think, Erwin? E: As for me…right. Retire to a reclusive area, or maybe have a family. J: I am surprised that commander seems surprisingly relaxed about this. E: My mind is currently filled with matters concerning the world, so I’m not in a position to pursue any dreams. But either way, you could say that I have an ordinary dream. L: How interesting. Your kids won’t be cute for sure. E: How about you, Levi? Would you go from hero to politician? L: That’s impossible. How could you even ask something that is so obvious?!

What I love about this example is that Erwin turns the whole ridiculous conversation back on Levi by asking is he plans to become a politician. 

To go back to the original example from chapter 68 though, Levi is not wrong when he says the Survey Corps strategy is based on Erwin’s gambles.  I answered another ask about Erwin’s gambles a few years back. Levi knows that Erwin is willing to take risks, this is one of the reasons he has chosen to follow him.  

L: Well yeah…the guy’s ideas can be sometimes be so heartless that even I get goosebumps. Like when he deliberately sacrifices his subordinates. However, he has his goals, and he has been able to achieve them. J: Indeed, despite the sacrifices, the SC survival rate has increased ever since Commander Erwin was promoted to commander. Also, special missions like capturing the Female Titan actually became possible. L: That’s right. If Erwin was someone soft-hearted enough to compromise battle strategy, I wouldn’t follow him.

Levi might not hesitate to insult Erwin, but he's also the first to remind everyone that Erwin was rarely wrong.

I feel duty bound to point out that Levi is also really insulting to Hanji and to members of his squad. Coming from Levi, it’s a sign of affection really ♡

#asks #levi ackerman #erwin smith #eruri relationship #snk

[cosmica-galaxy]

hmmmm so we got the main boys,phobos,sheriff,tricky and jeb as a dad

what about our boi auditor? Im very curious how would he act as one...👀👀

HHHNNNN PAPA AUDI!! YES!!

+Reader has fem parts but is gender neutral +Set in Salty’s Self Aware AU

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The Auditor was quick to take notice of the sudden change in your attitude and behavior. Regardless of how much you tried to play it off that you were okay, you were getting hot flashes on the regular, much more so than would occur normally. You were also suffering periodically from small feverish episodes here and there, which worried the Auditor to an uncomfortable extent.

So, to settle his nerves more than anything, he takes you to get you checked out by the local medical staff in the AAHW HQ where he is currently stationed. Then, much to his great joy and surprise, the news is given to you both that you were pregnant with the Auditor’s youngling.

The moment you both are alone again to soak in the news, his flames dance about in a happy way as he holds his player close to his body. He trills at his player in a positive manner as he couldn’t have been happier at that moment in time.

He never even thought that your races would even be able to produce offspring, let alone make a crossbreed. Especially since you were from a higher plane of power, but maybe there was a universal exception that allowed for higher gods to breed with lesser gods like him? Regardless, after months of secretly trying to make the player carry a successful child, his efforts have been realized and the fruits of his labor are starting to come into reality.

The SQ’s worst nightmare.

An employer with powers of the higher gods would be born and they would successfully snuff out any remaining resistance in Nevada and finally deal with that bothersome grunt, Hank J. Wimbleton. The Auditor merely holds his player close as his body surrounds theirs in a protective way. A silent promise to protect his player and unborn young from all that threatened them.

During the first trimester, the Auditor is in a surprisingly good mood most of the time. He reserves his happiest expressions for when he’s with his player and soon-to-be-born child as he works just like he did before. But that doesn’t mean he’s distant or estranged from his player. He’s already gaining a protective streak as his player is assigned 2 MAG agents to accompany them at all times, with prime directives to make sure that his player doesn’t come to harm and is without protection.

This doesn’t just extend to protective MAG agents, though. As the moment the Auditor suspects that Hank is around, he moves locations, taking his player with him.

He would sooner die than let Hank get anywhere close to his player, he wouldn’t allow it. He’s fully aware that Hank and the others are your ‘other vessels’, but you don't need them anymore. You chose him above all else and as a fellow god, it was a logical decision to stay with him and the other employers. You don’t have to deal with mortal scum like the members of SQ anymore. Especially now that you were carrying a new employer.

So, the Auditor decides to begin construction on a new place for you all to call your own. A ‘home’ in fact. So, he gets to work with the location of the new abode. He thought about making it in hell or his hell or even the other place…but those places might not be too comfortable for you or his developing child, so they’re scrapped completely. Then, he decides to build a new base in a hard-to-reach area.

Scoping out the potential places in Nevada, he finds the large cliffs in a particular location to be the perfect nesting site for him and his player. So, the site is picked and construction begins immediately. The AAHW is hard at work on making the new base and the Auditor begins to draw up the plans for the base to be built by. His imagination goes wild as his clawed shadowy hand draws out the rooms and the multiple levels of what the base would have.

No…this wouldn’t be a base. This would be his precious player’s home. Taking inspiration from the other world, he designs the ‘base’ with a much more…human-home look. Similar to the way he saw your room in the other world and what it looked like. Painted walls…carpeted floors…wall decor…and anything else he could think of that would make the base look more like a human abode. Something you would be happier living in.

By the time your midterm stages rolled around, the base was completed and the Auditor showed you what it looked like with a strong sense of pride. Less to say that you loved it from the way your eyes sparkled and lit up when you took in the much more colorful walls, carpeted floors, and similar patterns that you had in your home dimension. The Auditor also receives a deep and long-lasting kiss where his lips would be as he leans into it and soaks up your affection like a sponge.

The Auditor keeps his promise of making sure you were comfortable by providing furnishings and homestead decorations. Like a large bed for you both to sleep in together, a closet for your clothes, a luxurious bath for you to clean yourself in, a clean kitchen, a large living area, various floors for the place to actually ‘count’ as a base and finally the youngling’s room.

The child’s room was decorated with a shadowy and crimson crib, a changing station, a bookshelf, a play area, and even a little entertainment center in the corner. It had a toned-down regal vibe to it, but it was clear that the Auditor has a specific taste for decor. As most of the items in the home have either a black, red, or rich type of look to it. You could only be happy that you wouldn’t have to live amongst concrete and gray lifeless walls. Especially if you could live in a ‘base’ that looked just like the home you used to have.

Now that the homestead issue was resolved, the Auditor focused on your well being much more as your pregnancy carried on. With regular checkups with the medical staff every 2 weeks being a must. Nothing can go wrong with his little godling, he wouldn’t allow the room for error to develop if he could help it. He also had to make sure that you had an appropriate diet and were well-fed enough to care for you and the child both. That didn’t stop your cravings from throwing him through a loop from time to time, however.

I mean, really? You REALLY want to eat a sandwich with THAT much spiced meat and vinegar on it and top it off with marshmallows and pickled ONIONS of all things? Sure thing player. Anything for you. Whatever you desire, he’ll do. No questions asked.

It was not only the food issue he had to deal with, he also had to make sure that you didn’t overheat during one of your intense hot flashes. He’s had to set you down in a tub with lukewarm water just to help you cool down from some of the sudden hot flashes you would experience. The medical staff merely assumed it was because of the Auditor’s fire-like genes that might be affecting the pregnancy by making the player’s body temperature spike in response to the developing employer inside of them. The Auditor takes their assumption…for now.

By the time your due date begins to arrive, the Auditor is a STRESSED MESS. He’s balancing his employer duties, the AAHW, and becoming a new father on top of it all. To make things worse, the other employers are becoming eager to meet his little one, to which he would snap at them that the child wasn’t even born yet and they were already circling his family like vultures. It was needlessly bothersome to him and he didn’t like it one bit.

But the moment he comes to the base to see you, the woes of all his responsibilities melt away as you embrace him lovingly. Giving him kisses and light massages to help him cope with his stressful duties. He appreciates the affectionate gestures and purrs in response to your kneading hands that sink into his shadowy form to try and pull and push the pain away from his body.

Even during Nevada’s night cycle, you two cuddle in bed with one another. His fiery body provides your more human-one with warmth and comfort as you snuggle into his chest as he holds you close. Once more wrapping his shadowy form around your body in a protective manner, just as he has done every night since you became the carrier of his child. Feeling his lover so close, as well as the subtle warmth that radiated from within your belly, made the Auditor relax as he drifted into a deep and comfortable sleep fit for the higher gods.

Then, the big day arrives.

The Auditor was at his desk when his email began to ping like crazy. The moment he opened his email and read that it was from the medical staff that was stationed at the base his player was stationed at, the Auditor tossed everything aside and abandoned his post without question. His shadowy form slips into the floor in a heartbeat as he races back to the base to reunite with his player.

The moment he finishes emerging from the floor in the hospital wing of the base, he becomes aware of his player laid out on a gurney, taking deep breaths as they were in the beginning stages of labor. The Auditor hurries to their side as the medical staff rush around the room to collect what would be needed to deliver he new employer into the world of Nevada.

The Auditor is there every moment of the delivery process, even enduring your bone-crushing grip as you screech and pant in an effort to deliver his child. Then, the room is illuminated by a new glowing light as the medical staff finish the delivery. The Auditor watches as the staff shares a brief glance with one another, then they wrap up the new arrival in a black blanket. The auditor feels your grip weaken as you release his hand from your vice grip, as you relax that the process is finally over, allowing him to move close to the staff members who hold out the little bundle to him.

He takes it and hisses at the rest of the grunts to leave and the lot don’t need to be told twice, they all flee the room, leaving just the Auditor and his player with their new arrival. The auditor looks down at the black blanket in anticipation before finally pulling the cover away, revealing the child underneath.

Instead of having a typical coloration of an employer, the child was a striking bright glowing white with the player’s iridescent colors mixed into their flames and form. The Auditor was surprised with the coloration as he held the child close to his chest in awe. They were so beautiful…so otherworldly stunning…like a glowing nova. The Auditor feels pride bubble up inside of his chest as he nuzzles their cheek and speaks to them with a trill from deep within his throat, stirring the little one from their slumber.

Unlike his form, the baby employer was gifted with both eyes and a mouth. To which they yawn and he noticed it also changed colors just like their flames. Then their colorful eyes opened to take a look at their father. A curious gaze greets him as he chirps at the little one, getting a soft squeaky trill in return. He nuzzles them again, enticing another small purr out of his infant as the Auditor looks over to his player. Seeing them watching him greet his offspring with a smile on their face. He wastes no time in walking over and giving your lips a loving kiss as he shows you the young one.

“Look…a little flame that will one day grow into a powerful ruler…” He says, his voice laced with adoration as he strokes the child lovingly as his player nods in agreement.

He gives his player another deep kiss.

“Good work, my dearest player.” He purrs in praise as you let out a soft laugh in response to his affectionate actions.

Then, the doors to the medbay suddenly swing open, startling you both nearly out of your skins. You both look over to the entrance, revealing that the other employers had decided to come visit.

“Hey Audi!! We have come to see the baby!!” They all say in unison.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY BASE!!” The Auditor yells at the lot. As a parent, Audi has to stay with his work and projects most of the time. Which makes him a bit distant, despite it being primarily unwilling. But he’s a stern father who tries to make their child view themselves above everyone else, I mean...they’re a literal god-child, no demi-god blood to be found in them. However, you don’t want a little supremacist for a child, so you make sure to re-temper the child and keep their mind open to other things and people of various backgrounds, not just the other employers or themselves. One way to make sure that Audi doesn’t corrupt them with his arrogant ideals is by letting them play with the agents and MAGS that guard their home. Torture is a favorite to the child, as they seek him out whenever they know he’s visiting and Torture is a loyal guardian to the little one as they hang out with one another. The player can only look on as their little child makes friends with ‘lesser beings’ and broadens their understanding of their world. You even tell them of your home world and that you desired to take them to visit it one day. You and Audi may not see eye-to-eye on a lot of things that regard raising the young employer, but at the end of the day, you all snuggle together and just relax in your shared embrace with your little one nestled in between you two. Audi is a regretfully distant parent, but loves his child and player very much.

#human!reader x madcom #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #y/n x madness combat #yandere madness combat #madcom yandere au #madness combat self aware au #self aware m:pn au #madcom self aware au #my writings #cosmica-galaxy #haxorus imp #auditor x reader #madness combat auditor #madcom fanfic #madcom tag #papa!grunts au

[chaosandsuns]

What do you think Marc nsfw alphabet would be?

Marc Spector's NSFW alphabet!

Thank you for the ask, anon!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like marc is very loving after sex, making sure you arent too sore and cleaning you up nicely, cuddles are definetly a requirement and he would murmur praises and shush you until you both fell asleep.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of yours would probably be your thighs or stomach. He doesnt care how big or small they are, he could spend HOURS kissing them until you are quivering for him to PLEASE kiss where you need him most.

His favorite body part of himself is probably his hands. He loves how mesmerised you get when you look at his hands moving as he talks, and loves it even more when he uses them to leave hand shapes bruises on your hips, marking you for days so you will feel exactly who you belong to.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming inside you and watching it leak out only to push it back in as you whimper from overstimulation. Its another form of him marking you as HIS.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves cockwarming. Feeling you squirming around, wanting to move and squeeze and cum on his cock while he just does something else turns him on to no end.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Marc is very experienced, having been around and been married to layla gives you adventages in those areas

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves doggy style, only because he allows him to completely pound into you and grip you to shove you back against his cock. He does wish he could see your face sometimes, so he just wraps a hand around your torso and lifts you up so your back is against his chest.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is definetly more serious, but will laugh if something is particularly hilarious to him in the moment.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Definetly trimmed, but not waxed or shaved clean.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends on the day. If you catch him on a particularly emotional day he would go slow, so slowly you want to beg him to MOVE until you see the love struck look in his eyes and the pure adoration in his kisses and just melt into his arms.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesnt jack off much, usually too busy or prefers to be with you instead but if he is away he would imagine its your hands on him, slowly bringing him to the brink as he moans your name.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definetly has a daddy kink, whether it be you getting called that or he is, thats up to the day, unless you prefer to be called mommy. Because he also has a mommy kink. He loves tying you up and leaving you with a vibrator on low, keeping you close to the brink for hours if you brat him too much.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. He would pull you aside into an alley way and have his way if he could. His favorite places are the bed, obviously, and a desk. Watching you spread out and holding the edge of a table, bouncing with his thrusts gets him GOING.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Everything about you. You could smile at him in certain lighting and hed die inside. He doesnt know why you have that effect on him, but you do. Bratting or banter also gets him going, he loves poking back and forth with you, all very lovingly tho, no harsh feelings.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Probably sounding. He wouldnt like the sound of that and it will probably make him cringe.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as he loves giving, he could spend hours between your legs, he does love recieving a LOT. Watching you on your knees with your lovely lips warpped around him? Heaven help him, he doesnt know if there is something better on this earth.

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the day, but he loves pounding into you fast and hard, watching you drool from the amount of sensations going on at once, frying your brain with nothing but pleasure.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you are a vigilante alongside him, after battle quickies are a must. You just look SO GOOD punching people it makes him want to drop to his knees and worship you right there and then.

Otherwise its whenever you get too bratty or smart with him in public. He would pull you aside and make you cum with his hands just to show you he isnt joking.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He would love to experiment after you build boundaries and clear safety precautions in place. Finding new things you enjoy makes him glow with pride at how many noises you make.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Long. He can last A LONG TIME. he is the KING of foreplay, he could make you cum multiple times before he cums himself. And even after that hes always willing for one more round.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didnt use to, but after you express interest he bought a few and now he swears by them. Watching you squirm around a vibrator gets him GOING, and watching you get right to the edge before he stops it is worth it for those noises you make, begging him for please more.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is the KING of foreplay, as mentioned before. He would start teasing hours before you get into bed, doing little things here and there fo get you going so that by the time you are in bed you are already begging him for "anything, just make me cum!"

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isnt very loud, but definetly groans your name and rambles about how good you feel, how good you are doing for him, how good you make him feel.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He isnt usually submissive, but sometimes he just cant be in control. He just needs someone to take care of him for once, make him feel good without him needing to tell him what to do.

He doesnt sub for you often, but when he does, he is like putty in your hands, submissive and very willing.

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is big. Not too big, but definetly girthy, enough for you to FEEL it the day after. He is cut, bc hes jewish.

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. He loves your body and would spend every minute of every day in your arms in bed if he could. Even if its not sex, he just wants to hold you close against his body, no barriers of clothing. It usually does lead to sex because he cant stop himself from running his hands all over your body.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesnt fall asleep too quickly, always making sure you are sated and safe and comfortable before he falls asleep but once you are nestled against him he is out like a light.

#chaos rambles but smut #moon knight smut #marc spector smut #marc spector #marc spector x reader

[konigenblobbity]

Paranormal Encounters [Part 2]

König x Poltergeist!OC

Warnings: Fluff, gaslighting, concerned Ghost, cuddling, slow burn multipart series

Summary: A few months have passed since Katya and König first met. The tension between them gone by now, and König can’t help but become more curious about who she is… well was. Just as it gets interesting, someone intrudes on their privacy.

A/n: For the sake of this story, König stays at the same base as the 141 team.

It’s been a few months now since Katya revealed herself to König. At the beginning it was tense between the two of them, he still had to get used to the idea that he doesn’t know where she was at any given time in his room. Feeling uncomfortable most days knowing his privacy was no longer his own.

When Katya did reveal herself, she would often scare König getting him to grab at his combat knife. Each time she’d apologize while he just sighed, putting the knife away.

Due to the amount of times this happened, König summoned her out one day to make a set of rules for the two of them.

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Katya was sat on König’s bed, as he stood in front of her holding a piece of paper. He held a pen in the other. “If I’m going to allow you live- well… reside here. I made a set of rules you need to follow” she chuckled at the change of word choice but nodded. He then began to read from the contract.

“Rule 1: you will not steal any of my belongings, if you want to borrow one you need to ask first. Rule 2: when you are in the room, while I’m here, you have to be visible. Rule 3: if you take a nap on my bed, just make it again afterwards. Rule 4: Do NOT scare me ever. Intentionally. Rule 5: you cannot be anywhere near me during training or missions”

Once he was done he looked at her, she couldn’t help but giggle as she furrowed her brows teasingly. “I shouldn’t scare you? What, do you frighten easily or something?” He couldn’t help the blush that dusted his cheeks, of course she couldn’t see it due to his balaclava but he looked away nonetheless.

He cleared his throat. “Nevermind that. J-just sign it” he handed her the paper and pen, she took it with a smile, signing it before handing it back to him. Her hand grazed his and a shiver went through him at the coldest of her touch. “Good” he was curt before walking off and putting the contract away in a drawer.

-

Now, the two of them found a comfortable rhythm. She was no longer scaring him when she appeared and he has slowly opened up to her, greeting her when he sees her. They would even sometimes sit on the bed together talking about their day, König telling her about his missions.

It became a daily routine, he’d come back to find Katya on the bed, relaxing, or napping, or reading a book. They would then get comfortable, maybe enjoy a coffee together if König grabbed them from the common area, and just talk.

“I’m glad that it went well König” Katya smiles as she sips from her cup. König nods his head before randomly asking “How did you die?” Looking her in the eyes, compelling unwavering. She clears her throat and puts down the cup.

“U-uh well… I died on a mission” she says shrugging her shoulders. Those words immediately peaked his interest, he shifted so he was facing her directly, now invested in her story. “You… you used to be a soldier?” She shook her head and corrected him. “Lieutenant actually”

“Really?” She merely nods at his question. “Wow. What have you been doing these last 3 years then? Were you just… alone?” at this question Katya pauses for a moment. Debating how much to tell him. I mean, it’s not like he could tell anyone… plus she had no one else she trusted anymore aside from him. Even if she didn’t trust him endlessly.

“Well… actually. No. Call it a ghost task force” she chuckles, swirling her cup of coffee, watching the liquid swirl slowly. “Found me a week or so after I died, and since then I’d been a part of their team. That was until… I decided to leave. Even if they wouldn’t let me. I had to” her expression drops, recalling what became of her after she died.

His eyebrows furrowed at her words. “What do you mean? You had to? And why wouldn’t they let you?” He was only more curious and had so many questions but before she could answer them, there was a knock on the door, he looked at it, turning from Katya, watching it open slowly. In walks Ghost with a confused expression.

“Hey König… who are you talking to?” This question causes König to look back to where Katya was sitting, seeing that she vanished. “O-oh I was talking to…” König tried to think of an answer before looking back at the Lieutenant. “Myself” he decides to say but Ghost looks unconvinced, making it clear when he says “I heard another voice. A… female voice” König only shrugs. “Alright then… I’ll go” Ghost then begins to turn.

König’s eyes then shift to look behind Ghost, where he notices a hand phase in reaching towards the knife in his pocket. König stands up quickly as he shouts out “NO! Don’t do that!” Causing the hand to quickly phase away again. But also Ghost to turn back around in shock.

“W-What? Why?” Ghost stops dead in his tracks but König then awkward chuckles before saying “nothing! I thought I saw uh… I thought…” he couldn’t think of an excuse so he just settled on an awkward shrug causing Ghost to eye him up and down. “Get some rest. You had a tough mission today” and he then leaves the room.

König sighs before sitting back down on the bed. He notices Katya phase back so he can see her. She’s blushing and just floats in the air in front of him. He looks up at her shaking his head “You can’t do that, Ghost would’ve felt your presence in a heartbeat” making eye contact with her.

She floats down to stand in front of him. She shrugs with a cheeky smile simply saying “Even if he did, it’s not like he can hurt me” She had a point. But König looks at her unimpressed, she sighs and then nods, letting her smile drop slightly. “Alright. I won’t do it again. I just wanted to see his knife…” König looks at her, tilting his head.

“Why?” At his question Katya shrugs, floating back over to the bed. “It’s identical to the one I had. The serrated blade, leather handle, gold embellishments” She sits back down on the chair, crossing her legs and looking at her lap.

“When you’re a soldier so long, it’s the only thing you can really fidget with whenever you’re bored” Katya let’s out a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “I get it. It only feels like another limb to me now” König says in a soft voice, hoping to ease her discomfort. She looks up at him and smiles.

“I’m guessing it didn’t stay with you once you died?” He goes on to ask and she just shakes her head. “Only thing I kept was my body and the clothes I died in” he looks down at her clothing, noticing how it was regular clothes… not military gear. ‘She said she died on a mission…’ He furrowed his brows as he thought to himself, intending to ask her about it.

But as he looked back up at her face, he noticed her unease, recognizes her growing discomfort from talking about her past. He just nods his head and decides to save his other questions for another time. He watches her grab for her coffee before shifting on the chair, trying to get comfortable.

“How about we watch a movie hm?” He wants to remove the tension from the air, thinking a little down time was perfect for that. Katya looks at him before thinking for a moment, she then gives a smile “That sounds great” He nods and reaches for the remote for the tv in his room.

He notices her shift again and then pats at the open space on the bed. “It’s more comfortable” at that she just smiles and floats over to sit next to him. When he felt her cold presence, he scooted over slightly to give her more space. “What movie?” He asks her but she just shrugs, taking a sip from her drink.

“Anything released in the last 3 years? I haven’t really been able to keep up with any new movies” She spoke with a joking tone and he nods, after selecting a movie they sit an watch till they’re about a quarter of the way through.

The whole time he was debating whether to ask her for a favor… not wanting to make her uncomfortable with such an odd request. After a while he decides to simply do it, because what does he have to lose. He turns his head slightly, not enough to look at her but enough to signify he was talking to her.

“Hey Katya…” he begins to say and she looks at him, waiting for his next words. “Remember the day we first met?” He spoke quieter than usual, as if unsure whether he should even be asking this from her. She was taken aback but nods hesitantly.

“Could you… give me a massage? Like you did that day?” He paused for a moment, waiting nervously for her response. Katya smiled and nodded “Of course König, it’s the least I can do” before floating up into the air slightly, watching as König scoots forward on the bed giving her space behind him.

She floats behind him, moving higher up in the air, in order to be able to see the tv over his large figure. While he waited for her to position herself he shifted in his spot anxiously. Before she can begin, he suddenly asks “s-should I take off my gear?” A blush creeping up his neck, onec again not wanting to make her uncomfortable with the situation.

“No, that’s alright” she reassures him before placing her hands on his shoulders, phasing them through the gear to touch his bare shoulders. They’re cold, causing him to tremble slightly, but they feel soft and gentle against his skin. He relaxes under her touch. Her hands able to massage into his muscles expertly.

“Mmmmm…” König can’t help but groan out as he feels the tension in his body leave him, only making Katya more comfortable and confident in her efforts, digging her thumb into where she can feel a knot of tension. When she presses against it he can’t help but flinch lightly and groan out loudly.

“G-god… right there” he says softly making her smile. She continues to massage him, feeling him relax slowly. Even noticing how his eyes closed, completely entranced in the feeling of her touch. She was just glad that he felt comfortable enough to ask her for this. She wanted to help him… I mean, he was letting her stay in his room for free always checking in on her.

As time passed she could feel König lean back towards her, she then slowly phased her body into the bed. Allowing his body to fall and rest again his bed. She massaged him a little bit more until she heard his soft snores and his heavy breathing.

At that, she floats out of the bed, turning off the movie, pulling the blanket over him, and then going to lie on the bed next to him. As she lies there, silently watching this behemoth of a man, who she’s sure has killed hundreds of people, sleep so peacefully… she couldn’t help but feel at peace.

As the seconds past she scooted closer and closer to him. Feeling the heat practically radiate off him, she suddenly felt very cold. Well… she always felt cold but right now she felt cold and alone.

“He won’t mind if I…” she thought and slowly shifted to lie right next to his body, carefully resting her hand on his chest and throwing a leg over his own. Trying her best not to wake him up and hoping her cold presence won’t do the same. She let out a soft breath as she was finally comfortable, before closing her eyes.

She can’t help but feel that she found a new home… glad she was able to escape her old one. “I think I’ve found my Token… it’s you König” If only the others could see her now.

#konigenblobbity #cod modern warfare #fanfiction #modern warfare fanfiction #konig cod #konig modern warfare #konig fic #konig x oc #konig call of duty

[lucius-the-literary-lunatic]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by my sweet bean and fav blogger @timaeusterrored

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Title: Damage

Character: Vyper

Universe: Canon

Content Warnings: Relic Malfunction, nose bleed (idk im doing my best)

This was okay, it was fine. Don't think it is but sure, whatever. Stumbling through the alley Vyper stopped to lean against a dumpster, trying to catch his breath as he ignored the flashing warning signs in his blurred vision. "Johnny? You're here..." Not really like I have a choice to be anywhere else. "Brain hurts, J. Fuck, everything hurts... Is that my blood? Where are-" Alistair, focus. Gotta get off the street 'fore we blackout again. "Told you not to call me that..." Then get your ass up, an' quit talking to yourself. Only thing that should be comin' outta your mouth is askin' someone to come drag our sorry excuse of a body to a ripper. "Don't have anyone to call..."

Dragging himself to his feet V looked around for anything that could be useful. Deciding the fire escape was thee best course of action he started the ascent, moving as quickly as his body would allow. You do, jackass.

As much as Johnny had grown attached to the merc, he really hated the kid sometimes. The lone wolf mentality V's had since they met had kept him safe and out of some fucked up situations, but it was about to get him killed. "Oh really? Who exactly did you have in mine that can drag me of a roof?" Judy, Panam, the stupid cop you fucked, Vik. Oh, not to mention your mainline. The list goes on and fucking on. "Can't call Kerry, busy. Haven't seen 'im in damn near two weeks 'cause of it." Fine, no Kerry, but call someone, V. Call Rogue for all I care, just don't let me die alone in the middle of nowhere covered in my own piss and vomit. "Got another wonderful pep talk in your or was that it?" If we die up here I'll fuckin' kill you. "You will. Blackouts're your fault, dipshit." Good. "Dick..." Cunt.

Finally on the roof Vyper slammed his weight into the door of a shed he was lucky to find, kicking it closed before collapsing onto the floor. "Fuck..." You're not allowed to pass out yet. "Shut... the fuck up. I got it..."

Pulling himself up to sit against the wall V reloaded Johnny's Malorian, resting it in his lap as he sent a message to Judy. "There... C-Can..." Vy? "Think I'm gonna... rest my eyes, J..." Flickering into existence Johnny knelt over Vyper, putting his chrome hand on the back of the merc's neck as the full force of the relic malfunction made his nose start bleeding. C'mon, kid. Finger on the trigger. Giving a weak nod V pressed his forehead to the rockerboys, trying to find comfort in the fact that Johnny wouldn't let anything happen to them. "Got it... Eyes on the door..." An' I'll take the window, just like before. "Jus' l-like... before..."

tagging anyone who'd like to participate. thank you @timaeusterrored for tagging me, if you do it again im gonna leave a million compliments under your pillow, you sweet bean 💜

#vyper alistair ceres #kerry eurodyne #johnny silverhand #judy alvarez #viktor vektor #male v cyberpunk #my writing #luci can actually write #surprise luci writes #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny x v x kerry #main vyper canon #luci writes

[silkiemae]

Empire of Storms by Sarah J Maas

My Rating: 3.75/5

So I know I’m supposed to be all rooting for Aelin to get to her throne and rule over Terrasen, but I was cackling like an evil witch when Darrow was rejecting the shit out of her claims. While he said some things that should’ve earned him a swift kick in the ‘nads, he also made some super-valid points. As far as all of Terrasen knows, when EoS begins, Aelin has been MIA for the last ten years. She shows up out of nowhere with a surprise assassin background; she has been living in luxury right under the king of Adarlan’s nose, boning the crown prince and the captain of his guard, who were at the time both considered enemies of her country. After killing the king of Adarlan and claiming the credit for destroying Rifthold, she threatens to kill all of the people in Rifthold if they step out of line. I’m sorry, but that would not win you any points anywhere. I don’t know why she’s so shocked that they don’t acknowledge her as queen. I don’t understand why she’s so surprised she has to earn her throne. 

I like that people are calling out Aelin for the almost tyrannical way she’s been behaving. She has no advisors teaching her how to act as a queen. All she has are warriors at her back who do not have the proper ability to counsel her. She needs people who know what the fuck they’re doing to teach her how to behave. Sure, Aedion and Rowan can teach her about war. Aelin knows how to fight. But she has absolutely no idea how to rule and can’t just expect to walk in the door and have the throne handed to her. A year ago, she was blowing all of her money on gowns and books when she should’ve been saving it for that dream house. A year ago, she was blabbing all her secrets to Nehemia, a spy who betrayed her. A year ago, she was making out with Dorian, the son of the man who murdered her family. I’m sorry, but Aelin is not fit to be queen. 

And yes, even though Rowan and his cadre are hundreds of years old and have far more experience in warfare than any of Aelin’s court combined, they never once advise Aelin, nor does she allow anyone to advise her. This is one of the things I find most infuriating about Aelin. Every time someone rightfully calls her out for being a show-off, rude, or manipulative, she turns around and somehow makes that person feel like an idiot for ever calling her out. If you talked to your companions and informed them about just one thing, this might not happen. If you can’t trust the people willing to fight and die for you, then why should they trust you?

Also, Aelin got much more powerful in this book than in the previous ones. She exhaled a breath of air, and then a man crumbled into ash. Since when has she been able to transport her fire like that magically? It’s always had to come directly from her. She seems to be able to do all sorts of things with her fire now that never was before a possibility. I don’t like that Aelin is so powerful that it’s almost as though she cannot be defeated and that Maeve had to construct this elaborate plan to get her into a weak spot. And with every battle, Aelin beats everyone with barely a scratch on her or anyone else. 

The battle at Skull’s Bay was far too easy, and sure Deanna took control and made things go awry, but everyone still made it out completely fine. Lysandra should’ve died tbh. Not that I want her to die, I like Lysandra, and I want her to survive, but if SJM wasn’t so afraid of killing off characters she liked, then Lysandra would not have survived her fight with the sea wyverns. When the 500 ilken show up, Aelin takes out every single one of them in a single blast(with a little help from her friends), and it’s just like…really? 500 liken? That makes for literally zero challenge except to deplete her magic so that there can be barely a fight at the end when Aelin is taken. 

SJM did basically the same thing she did with ACOWAR in this book. Every time they think they’re about to lose, a new army shows up to save the day. First, Ansel shows up with her Melisande army. Maeve’s armada turns against each other because Rowan told his cousins about how he got a new girlfriend. Manon’s Thirteen show up because Abraxos went to find them, Ganon and his armada, and Silent Assassins from the Red Desert. Like, yes, it’s much more thought out and planned, and we know that all these people owe a debt to Aelin somehow, so I did like that bit. Still, the fact that she was so unwilling to share any of this information and by the end when she’s taken Aedion is so guilt-ridden for ever questioning her and thinking her this amazing self-sacrificing goddess and like…no! Aedion, you should be mad at her! 

Not only did she not trust you enough to tell her a single one of her plans, but she also took your blood oath and gave it to her new boyfriend without considering you once; she made your new girlfriend lie to you behind your back for months and then set up a plan without your consent that you would have to be breeding stud for her while she posed as YOUR COUSIN. Aedion has every reason to be mad at Aelin, and I hate that because SJM is so in love with Aelin that every other character is also in love with her and won’t ever dare stay mad at her for longer than a chapter or two. 

Even Lorcan, who I liked because of his hatred for Aelin, CRIES OVER HER because of her self-sacrificing bullshit. It’s hard to take that prophecy seriously when SJM removes the gravitas behind anyone’s sacrifice. She did it with Rhysand and Amren. She did it with Feyre. Chaol should’ve died two books ago, but SJM couldn’t do it. It will not surprise me when Aelin survives forging the Lock and lives happily ever after. 

Now that I’m done complaining about Aelin. 

I enjoyed this book for the most part. This is SJM’s best series in terms of being well thought out regarding the plot. I like the build-up to most of the relationships, but once they get together, it falls flat. I mainly think it’s due to SJM’s penchant for unbelievably cringy dialogue and poorly written sex scenes. 

Aelin and Rowan getting secretly married did nothing for me. Their relationship does nothing for me tbh. I don’t care about them and want Aelin to die or get an entirely new personality in the next book. But if Endovier didn’t make her lose her entitlement, I doubt her time with Maeve will. 

Lysandra is my favorite character. I think she’s a bad bitch; I love shapeshifters who can turn into literally whatever they want. I liked the relationship between Aedion and Lysandra up until the end, and now I hope they never get together. If I were Aedion, I would not be so willing to forgive Aelin or Lysandra. 

Elide and Lorcan’s journey was fun, and I enjoyed it for the most part. I really wanted to like them together, but there was such an emphasis on their age gap and the fact that Elide was ‘barely a woman’ made it feel creepy to me. It comes off as pedophilic when a 500-year-old man thirsts after ‘barely a woman’ and constantly talks about how young and dainty she is. Talking about how her cycles are regular and shit, like…come on. Still, when they finally kissed, it was sweet, but then Lorcan showed just how pathetic and male he was when he crawled to Maeve and cried over Aelin. 

So, I know it’s not going to happen, but I’m going to dream that now that Elide wants nothing to do with Lorcan, she’ll realize that she is in love with Manon, and they’ll run away together on Abraxos’ back. Seriously, I don’t see why Manon likes Dorian at all. I get it as a distraction while she’s stuck on that boat, but he is so bland and not good enough for Manon, sorry. Manon and Elide are my OTP in this book, goddammit. 

Two more things to mention, and I think that’s it. 

I wish SJM would go a different route than making her villains sexual offenders. Erawan and Maeve are rapists, and it just feels so unneeded. They can be evil without also having to rape your characters. The fact that Maeve uses her blood oath to force the men in her service into her bed is so fucked up. And then Erawan uses and abuses Kaltain for so long that she also kills herself to be self-sacrificial. I think her death was a waste. That bitch ate a whole demon and took back control. She could’ve been so cool. 

And my last question. 

WHERE THE FUCK IS FLEETFOOT? WHY DOES NO ONE GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THIS POOR DOG? ( I know she’s with Evangeline, but Aelin doesn’t think about her dog once. I knew she didn’t deserve that dog when she started demanding that other people take care of her for her.)

#Sarah j maas #empire of storms #throne of glass #book review #aelin galathynius #celaena sordothien

[renatedagmarmilada]

all body parts in turn..

stretching leg muscles and buttock muscles these last months...

’’testing now for dementia’‘

during the night, last night they pressed my brain with laser beam  (VERY PAINFUL) FOR HOURS – not the cranium as they have been doing…. the brain (you can feel) They kill us with these endless torture ’’tests,’’ these wonderful brits..pure sadism for the sake of it….using nine Muslims to do their dirty work for them, killing us slowly, healthy, clever and talented people. (I am a teacher, painter and poet) Their excuse,’we were messing with them illegally, we would have got jail.’ The three ‘doctors’ are jews. In Hitler’s time, in Bratislava, we gave life to the jews..we lost everything for helping them, saved them from what they are doing to us…their answer ‘that was then.’ SO WE DIE FOR ALL WE DID FOR THEM. They wonder why they are hated. The lab was asked time and again, ‘why don’t you do the tests normally?’- answer ‘no one would allow it.’ We are lab-rats for life, we have no Rights at all.

quote from the boss

’’I will use every hair of them. Hitler will be as nothing to what I will do. Destroy every avenue for life.’‘

We have never done anything wrong to the brits or anywhere else..As I was born after the war, I even asked Wiesenthal/Vienna to prove what I said was true. He did. After three months of searching… ‘Not known in any country.’ I still have the letter. They still, after ten years, give the same file of lies to everyone, yet their country is filled with people who despise them, people they ‘allowed’ to enter the country. They BROUGHT us, paid for our transport and begged us to settle here, POACHING our labour from Australia…TO BE USED FOR TORTURE FOR THEIR MAD HOSPITALS JUST AS HITLER DID. (all unwanted aliens were sent to mental hospitals) This little known, but not new technology was given to this rogue-lab which has had previous warnings, by Kaspar Weinberger and Kissinger to use on us because we are ‘scum’ (quote) The lab had begged for help to get them out of trouble breaking international law, (she films penises!) after secretly beaming our lives to New York h.research and setting off the alarms at SANTA MONICA. N.Y. searched for the worst devil in the Sates, found in L.A…also a Jew who gave them a plan, to which they added, how to kill slowly and not be caught, tested in the States and sixty million for tests in Britain as it is all forbidden there. They were to put a porn film through all the world’s receivers, tv etc. with my head supplanted, make up a file, etc… another Jew, Ziegler, instructed them to publish every word I wrote and had written, painted..as they destroyed our lives totally…as the lab wives had been copying it from the screen and publishing it as their own. I am almost laughing into my tears, my grandfather woke each morning knowing it might be his and his family’s last day, for helping jews…. so these jewish stories are really Hun’s and Uky’s. OURS…well, well, well. They had gotten our names from a doctor who had said ‘odd’ things to me (a lecher) I was suffering from headaches so I would not go to the surgery anymore (I loved my ex. he loved us but couldn’t resist the ladies) We were so vulnerable they decided they could use us as they wished, no one would care, and most wouldn’t even understand. I had been in the Women’s J unior Air Corps and my mother had been interpreter to the (russian) von Braun. I did understand about sound above hearing, radar and co-ordinates. If I go teach abroad as I did in China, they tell the research (Hong Kong) of that country we are patients, pay them ten million and one of the lab follows me there and lets them use their stuff there,(phase out) they even follow me when I go on holiday! They even asked a Church of England priest to watch their film at the lab. I am a catholic, so its get the catholics now. Now there is no Soviet left, there is nowhere to run, anyway, why should we run? Our Law Lord, along with most other lords, is jewish. We wouldn’t stand a chance against three corrupt lecherous psychiatrists and their wives, the lab workers. They no longer need allies they tell us. All has been forgotten. To ensure that ‘it’ was so big they would be safe, they invited and paid research students to the lab to use us for torture not permitted anywhere else in the world. Only the Russian woman immediately twigged and got out, then later the South African left, (oddly Mongolia, Japan and little Palestine twigged on too) shocked at the corruption in THIS country. The Germans played along with the Brits, equally brutally, robbing and torturing…and some of the others, Austria, Hungary, Ukraine, Pakistan, India, Serbia, Iraq, etc all on their machine now, were too slow to understand what was really going on. At present they are pressing my heart again, the squeezing as well as being painful, makes the action sluggish, so it will just pack up soon. Try telling your doctor that.. When they are told to correct what they have done, thousands and thousands in thefts, jobs destroyed, internal organs destroyed, their answer over tv etc is ’’sorry.’‘ The Pakistanis laugh at us, they wouldn’t dare do that to us…so much for being decent citizens.

[dancerofhyrule]

Me writing my own Octavo angst: Hehehehe poor sucker

Me seeing other people’s Octavo angst: NOOOOO STOP STOOOOP THAT’S ILLEGAAAAAAAL-

#dancer rambles #cadence of hyrule #octavo #well it does depend on the theme really #but still it can be so heart wrenching #i did make myself cry a few times writing him sad to the point of crying #i guess if octavo cries i cry with him #also i know he canonically died in at least two coh story modes #but he is not allowed to die anywhere else /j

[outrunningthedark]

Goodman's end product does hold up to your analysis; messy/cringey het story for either Buck or Eddie (both messy and cringey for Buck) while the Buddie side is more, nuanced? Had to pause a while to check if Taykay really encouraged Buck to talk to Eddie, it's a take this fandom rarely considers. Eddie's last line at the kitchen sounds like they're going through a breakup and Buck wanted to go back (Taykay's outside hellooo?) On top of that, EDDIE'S PINING AT THE BAR. HOLY SHIT. WE'RE WELL-FED.

Bob is the guy they go to when they need to appease both sides 😌🙏🏻 And the beautiful thing about it is the homophobes don’t even know he’s insulting their ship 😏😏😏

Mr. Goodman’s Greatest Hits:

Breaking Point

🌟 Ana: I know there hasn't been anyone else since he lost his mother. *Eddie literally goes home to find Buck waiting for him*

🌟 There was construction!! On Sunset!! Had to take a detour!!

🌟 “See, he was willing to get ready for bed and get in the bed. I was not allowed to turn the lights off or tell him a story.” Buck told Christopher bedtime stories in canon #confirmed

🌟 [During the man on the roof call] “I didn't see a sign!”

“It's okay, Corey. We all miss the signs now and then.”

🌟 Eddie: Come on, the guy's got at least one more bad life choice left in him. [foreshadowing!]

🌟 Eddie [to Ana]: In the meantime, I don't want you going anywhere. // Buck [to Christopher in the next scene]: You still got me. ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere.

Treasure Hunt

🌟 Buck [to Eddie when Eddie wants to look for the treasure together]: How would you feel about 33-and-a-third? // TayKay [in the very next scene]: You need to give [Eddie] 50% of your cut.

🌟 [during one of the calls] I am married. You're my adventure. J-Just on the side. Uh, she wanted some space. (Now whom does this sound like? 🤔) // Buck [to TayKay about the treasure hunt hoax]: Think of it as a…a big adventure (😜)

Home and Away

🌟 Eddie [to Buck on the balcony]: You’re the guy who likes to fix things. But maybe this isn’t something you can fix. ++ This time, maybe [Maddie’s] the one who needs taking care of. [foreshadowingggg]

Outside Looking In

🌟 Buck [while in the kitchen with Eddie]: You look tired. Look, man, you-you don't need to pretend with me.

🌟 Buck: I-I had dinner with Eddie last night, and-and he seemed...Different. [fyi: TayKay was there, too! 🤭 And look how easily he recognized something’s up with Eddie…]

🌟 The version I can't live with is you gone and me hearing your mother teaching them to hate me because I let you die. (Honestly. What the fuck was that?)

🌟 [Hen about Chimney] When we were working together, it didn't feel like work. Just felt like I was out there with my best friend. (Helloooo. Who else is this?)

🌟 Athena [to Bobby]: I mean, maybe all this pressure that you're putting on yourself to find the exact right person is just your way of not making a decision. Because deep down inside, you're not ready to move on, either. (Y’all. Y’all.)

🌟 You didn't find a magical, special team. You built it. (I won’t say it, but I’m thinking it.)

If you’re willing to look past the blatant heteronormativity, you’ll find that Mr. Goodman leaves us something to talk about every single time.

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #buddie #anti bucktaylor

[scarlet2007]

BTS reaction #1:- When they kidnapped you. Hyung line.

Warning:- Kidnapping, stalking, mental illness, hacking, yandere! bts, mafia, use of drug, guns.

Masterlist.

Seokjin/Jin.

You sighed as you walk towards Seokjin's room. Working at an asylum is hard and exhausting, especially if your working for the most wanted serial killer who also runs a mafia and does killing as his 'hobby'. You don't understand why they gave you his case, you have just started your carrier, maybe cause you are the only person willing to put up with his disturbing shit.

"Why are you looking as if you are sick, princesses?" Ah, there he is sitting on his chair calling you by the nickname he gave you in your first week of attending him.

"Cause I am sick, Jin," I looked at him, you still wonder how he has not murdered you. You were sure that you were digging your own grave but somehow the mafia leader takes a liking to you, which you don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe he was a bit too touchy but he never really made you uncomfortable, just some innocent hugs and kisses, nothing much or nothing less. You don't have a problem with it as long as he was taking his medicines and therapy.

"Then you shouldn't be here, Princess, and I told you not to come here today why didn't you listened to my warning?" He came closer as you closed the door, he was towering you as he was taller than you and more build-up then you can ever get, it's not like you were a sporty person. You are a lazy potato.

"Jin, it's not the first time you told me that. All those time you warned me not to come at work, nothing happened. Now-" Before you can finish your sentence the emergency alarm went off, warning you that something was wrong.

"What the-? Jin, stay right here! I am going out to check what's going on." You were about to go outside when you heard gunshots coming from outside followed by screaming. Your body froze from the fear you were feeling, seems like someone broke in or a patient got there hands on a gun.

"I told you not to come here today, princess. Now you have to watch these all, my poor innocent baby." Jin walked towards you as you back away from him, maybe this is how you will die, at the hands of a mafia leader who do killing as his 'hobby'.

"Don't come near me, Kim Seokjin, or else I will hurt you." You said in a fake confident voice but your legs gave you out, they were shaking from terror. The gunshots continued outside, the screaming of terror and pain followed by it. Maybe, just maybe, you should have listened to him this time.

"Don't be scared, Princess. I will protect you, don't worry my men will not hurt you as they have given strict instructions to not to just you." He pulled your cowering self in his arms and kissed your head.

"Please...Jin- Let me go, please..." You begged helplessly as your tears began to ruin his shirt, not that he minds it. The door opened and a guy came with a gun, he looked at Seokjin and hand him a bolt, you can't see it because Seokjin pressed your head against his chest.

"Shhh, Princess. Go to sleep." Seokjin pressed a cloth, which you didn't even notice he had, to you mouth as you struggle before the drug kick in your system and you start to lose consciousness.

"Now you are all mine, Princess, all mine and only mine." That was the last thing you heard as your world went black.

Yoongi/Suga.

Yoongi was leaning against the alley wall as he was outside the club he owns as he was smoking, his right hand was bleeding since he just beat someone to death. He has dumped the body on a dumpster, which was were that bastard belongs. He heard some light footsteps but he didn't look up assuming that it was one of his men but when a bandage came in his view he looked up because his men know better than to offer him a bandage. He looked at the person offering him a bandage, he was surprised to see a girl, probably in her early 20s, wearing pyjamas smiling to him.

"Here, you are bleeding Mr." She offered him the bandage which he ignored.

"What are you doing here? This place is not for girls like you, go away before something happens." She made an offended face.

"What do you mean by 'Girls like me?' Just cause I am wearing a pyjamas doesn't mean you can judge me! Here take this bandage." She hands him the bandage but stopped as she eyed the cancer stick on his none injured hand.

"Huh, seems like I have to patch you up since your other hand is busy with that cancer stick." She sighed as she starts to take care of his hand. Yoongi looked at her face silently, wondering why is she not running away from him.

"All done!" She proudly said as she looks at Yoongi's hand. Yoongi looks at his hand, the bandage was done nicely, it even has a cute little bear character. Her phone chimed loudly, startling her.

"Oh? Yeah, yeah, I am coming! Stay where you are! Don't go anywhere!" She starts to walk to the main entrance of the club.

She looks back at Yoongi and yelled," Don't smoke, Mister! It's bad for your health! Take care of your wound, bye!"

Yoongi's eyes followed her as she helps a drunken girl who looks to be her friend into a car. As the car drove away, Yoongi realised that he didn't even get her name. He cursed and kick the wall angrily. Maybe, he will bump into her again.

The next time Yoongi meet you was at a cafe, you were getting a smoothie when Yoongi thanked you for that night.

He asked where did she get the bandage from and you answered by saying that you always carry a mini first aid kit in your car. By the end of the conversation, Yoongi gets to know her name, her number and her.

After that, both of them start to hang out more until Yoongi decided that its time to carry out the plan he has planned. He knows that the instant she finds out that he runs a mafia she is going to run away, which he wouldn't allow. That is why here she is, now drugged, laying on his bed in his mansion. He knows that what he is doing is insane and she is going to hate him for that but in the end, she has to love him again, she has to.

Hoseok/J-hope.

Hoseok first noticed you when you came with your best friend to his dance class, your best friend was looking after you as your mother was out of town.

You and your best friend entered the dance class, "Good evening, sir!" Your best friend exclaimed, making other students look at your way.

"Good evening! Oh? Whose that besides you?" Hoseok looks at you with curious eyes.

"This is my best friend, Y/N! I hope you don't mind her here since I have to look after her cause her mom is in another town."

"Oh, I thought she was your sister since both of you are wearing matching clothes and I don't mind her, why don't you join us, Y/N!"

"Sure, I guess." Those were the first word you said to him.

The dance session went smoothly, you were a born dancer, picking choreography quickly and even help some other students with some complicated moves.

All the things went smoothly until your mother came back to town since your best friend no longer needs to look after you, you stop coming with her to the dance classes.

Hoseok was disappointed to know that but at least he has your number.

From that day onward you and Hoseok start talking to each other every day, each day Hoseok obsession with you increased little by little.

Until one day, he kidnapped, it was not that difficult since you trust him enough to come to an abandoned place without telling anyone where you were going.

"Ohh, little one. I have dreamed of this day from day one, to have you in my arms, protected by me. Now no one can see you or steal you away from me, you are all mine and only mine.

Namjoon/RM.

All you ever wanted was a friend, was that too much to ask for? Well, it seems like it was since here you are hand and legs tied with a thick rope with a ducted tape on your mouth, preventing you from shouting for help.

You tried to make yourself as small as possible as the door opened, revealing you're so-called online best friend.

If only you never went on to message him in the first place, if only you stop talking to him after you told him that he got the wrong number. But you didn't, instead, you keep talking to him, ignoring all the red flags. You just wanted a friend but what you got? A hacker who used to stalk you through your webcam, who has now kidnapped you. You wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be a psychopath- wait he already is since normal people don't kidnap people daily.

You could never agree to meet him at his house, you could at least told someone where you were going and with who you were meeting but you didn't since you knew that your parents will oppose the idea of you meeting a strange who you only know online.

"Aww, look at you, all curled up. It must be cold and lonely without me right?" No, it wasn't but now it's suffocating that you are here, you wanted to say that but you can't because of the tape and all you don't have a death wish, who knows what this psychopath can do to you if you angered him.

"Now that you are here, where you belong, why don't we get to know each other in person? Well, I know everything about you so it would be fair if you know everything about me too but let's not hurry since you are going to spend your whole life here. Aww, don't cry, I know that you are happy to hear it but don't cry, baby. It makes me feel like I have done something wrong."

Namjoon's reaction is a bit shorter than the other, sorry about that. This is my first ever reaction so please bear with me. I hope you guys like it!

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[noir-nerves]

Tired.

Second Person Stream of Consiousness.

Ao3 summary:

Doc’s been griping at you about you avoiding the shower lately. So you decided to take a shower so he'd stop.

Your brain reminded you why you wanted to avoid the shower. It's gonna be a long cleaning time.

TWs: Suicidal Thoughts, Repeated lines

Most characters in the tags are just mentioned.

Originally Posted on Ao3 for Madness Day 2021. Read it there by clicking here.

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You were just. Tired. Tired of everything. Tired of the madness. Tired of the violence. Heh. That’s funny.

You’re Hank J. Wimbleton and you’re tired of the violence.

But it’s true. You just want a break from it. A break from everything. You’re just so goddamn tired. You want to go back to how it was before. Before everything.

Sometimes it’s so hard to bring yourself to really feel anything when not killing anymore. You hate that. You want to be happy and sad and angry like everyone else. Now you’re just jumpy. Jumpy and violent.

You hope someone will just. Save you from this.

But you’re Hank J. Wimbleton. Nobody’s going to save you, right?

Not unless they just let you rest after the Auditor’s finally dead. You have a plan. A plan on how you’re going to rest after it’s all over and situated.

There’s plenty of ways to rest forever. You’ve gone over this in your mind a lot.

The only reason you’re not allowed to rest is because the Auditor is alive.

God, you’re tired. But even sleep can’t fix it. Not that you sleep much these days.

Because you’re Hank J. Wimbleton.

You can’t risk sleep much. Don’t know when AAHW will send over a squad to try to kill you in the night. Does it slow you down? Not anymore. Even when it did they rarely ever got you.

Besides, you’re the most hated man in Nevada. Possibly the world.

No one would really care if you went after things were done. You were only brought back because you were useful.

It all started with a guy at a boombox.

A guy who wouldn’t turn the music down. You didn’t even throw the first punch and everyone called you a psychopath. Just because you were the only one to survive.

Sure, you could’ve been a bit more polite in asking. But that didn’t warrant dozens of people coming after you after defending yourself.

Did you enjoy yourself that day? Yeah, to be fair, you did. It was kind of funny killing people to the chicken dance.

Didn’t mean everyone was justified in ganging up on you.

Then you thought back to your first death.

You knew you weren’t going to go anywhere good but… God. You didn’t expect where you went to be as terrible as it was.

You wanted out. The higher powers heard your plea.

You got another chance to kill the sheriff, who hated you not for the massacre, but for something to do with a pie. It was right out in the open with nobody around and you hadn’t eaten that day, sue you. It was delicious and you would do it again.

The second one hurt more. It was slower.

You finished what you planned to do and wouldn’t mind spending eternity in that torment because you were fulfilled. But you got brought back again for some reason.

The higher powers weren’t done with you. You wanted them to be. God you wished they would let you rest.

It wasn’t clear why you were still around after the third death.

You took care of it before the Savior could take your life a third time.

And you were tired then. You wanted to rest.

The higher powers answering your pleas of not staying in hell went from a wish come true to its own kind of hell.

You were so goddamn tired. You wanted to rest. You still want to rest.

But the higher powers denied your broken body rest. Denied your troubled soul rest.

You cried. You cried. You cried. Every time you were brought back.

At least the third time you met someone new.

2BDamned. You hated him at first. But that hate lessened and became a friendship as he gave reason to keep going.

Duty. Take out the AAHW, shut down the drives, and then you could rest.

You had a reason to keep going.

More of an obligation than a reason, but you would take it for now. You would destroy the Agency Against Hank Wimbleton.

Or so it seemed.

Now that seemed like a pipe dream at times. They kept coming back. They were led by a damn employer. An employer that could just. Become smoke and still pack a punch against you.

And now that employer had the keystone fragment. The halo. Something that should’ve never fallen into that employer’s hands. Into any employer’s hands.

You cried. You cried. You cried.

The shower muffled your cries. You didn’t want to concern them with you.

After all, you’re Hank J. Wimbleton, why should you have any reason to cry? It’s not like you’re a freak. Looking at your mutated… … ...whatever this is.

You were an abomination against nature. Your body, mind, and soul battered beyond recognition. If you from just two years ago could see you now… past you would be sick.

Even if you killed 30 people that day (32, if you count the zombies), how broken and battered you are still just. Would make you sick. You know this. Even your past self would want you to rest when it’s over. Even if what awaits you is hell.

Death number four. The clown’s first taking of your life. Your neck hurts just thinking about it. You don’t want to think about it your flesh tears you shout in pain you died to a fucking maniacle circus freak show.

Brain exposed, refusing to die because he wanted you down again. You didn’t want to go down to the clown. You didn’t want to go down to the clown.

Death five. Clown again. Stabbed you through the head. Brought you back right after. God.

Then death number six. You don’t want to think about it. You don’t want to think about it. You don’t want to think about it.

Your head Hurts. Half of your brain Gone. How were you still alive for even a few seconds?

Fucking clown. Fire demon. Wanted to torment you for all of eternity.

Lucky number seven. Lucky number seven… Freedom. Freedom from the clown.

Or so you thought.

Purgatory still subjected you to twisted clown grunts.

Then you got MAG’d and had to deal with The Auditor with the halo and the clown. Who came back and usurped The Auditor’s power and with it the halo.

Everything hurts still. And now you know that even if you get rest you’ll still have to deal with the damn clown. This makes you cry more.

You finish your shower and get out to get ready for another mission.

You’ll never rest. You’re Hank J. Wimbleton. You don’t deserve to rest.

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