#he looked into the abyss and the abyss fucking ate him

[opportunity-b]

Nope (2022) is actually a film about how show business eats people alive and spits them back out and I'm surprised no one seems to have noticed this? I'm not even being funny that's the actual plot

#nope 2022 #loved the film btw #might actually watch it again sometime #which from me is high praise #movies #but I haven't seen anyone in their mentioning of the film #talk about how it's a metaphor for the fame&fortune grind #like our shown victims are #the audience of a show and the ringmaster who set it up #and who also has a messed up past in show business #a reporter from TMZ who was screaming for his camera as he died #and an old crazy film-maker who was so obsessed with the perfect shot #that he died trying to get it AND his camera was destroyed #so the shot wasn't even saved #also THE MONSTER ONLY EATS YOU IF YOU PAY ATTENTION TO IT #and it literally CHEWS YOU UP AND SPITS YOU OUT #THAT'S HOLLYWOOD BABY! #and the film guy #couldn't help but stare directly at it and get his shot #he looked into the abyss and the abyss fucking ate him

[hwallazia]

SURRENDING TO DESIRE

pairing: choi san x fem! reader

word count: 3k

tags: smut (mdni!), fluff, comfort, slice of life, idol!au, bf!San, dom!San, sub!reader, reader is slightly a brat, fingering, squirting, slight overstimulation, deepthroat, blowjob, hickeys, dirty talk, praise, slight degradation (reader gets called “slut” once), small aftercare, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, good girl, princess) lmk if I missed anything!

synopsis: after a very long year of hard work, San and you decided to spend the holidays in Namhae. But you happen to be busy even on vacation, barely exchanging glances with your boyfriend. Until one night, you find the moment of intimacy you needed with him.

| a/n: this one shot was inspired by an erotic audio. I’ll drop the link in here in case y’all want to listen to it | audio

Finally, that time of year had arrived. Those few weeks when you didn’t have to worry about anything other than spending quality time with your family, catching up with your friends, and traveling wherever you wanted for the simple purpose of resting.

And you couldn’t be happier to spend your resting days with San. You had both been so packed with work that you barely had time to see each other—despite living in the same apartment.

Of course you went out with San to celebrate the end of your work days for the year, a dinner at your favorite restaurant was the plan. You ate exquisitely and tasted the restaurant’s most expensive wines. While you were effortlessly shaking your red wine, San proposed that you spend the holidays in his hometown, Namhae, along with his entire family.

You knew how much family meant to San and all the time he spent without being able to see them because of his job as an idol. Of course San loved his fans, after all he would be nothing without the support of his beloved ATINYS, but he would give everything to see his family more than twice a year.

You couldn’t say no to him, not when his eyes were shining at the thought of spending his days off with the two things that made him the happiest man in the entire world: his family and you.

You very rarely went to the Choi Family house, but when you did, you were more than welcome. San’s mother reminded you of that tender and protective side of your boyfriend, always taking care of you and asking you almost everything about your relationship with her beloved son; while San’s father was more reserved, quieter. But that didn’t take away the fact that he was just as funny and chivalrous as his son.

San was definitely the perfect combination of his parents. And you were so grateful to get to call him yours.

San’s family’s vacation home was huge, and of course it had to be if it had to house such an extended family. You had really forgotten the exhuberant amount of nephews San had and how loud they were. Luckily, with the help of his mother and his sister, Haneul, you were able to put them to bed in their respective beds —not before singing them a lullaby though, sweet as dripping honey.

You sighed as the last of the children fell into the abyss of sleep after so many attempts. Mentally, you patted your back congratulating yourself on your work.

You closed the door of the room with all the caution in the world, not wanting to wake them up by the slightest alteration of the silence that you had achieved with all your effort.

You headed towards the kitchen, where you found your handsome boyfriend finishing washing the last of the dirty dishes. You positioned yourself behind his broad, muscular figure only to gently slide your hands along his waist. A small jolt ran through San’s body when he felt your touch, turning to look at you immediately.

“Fuck. Baby, you scared the living shit outta me,” San’s hand landed on his chest, a soft giggle escaping out your lips as you slapped his side gently.

“Language,” You said in a tiny whisper.

“Sorry. But I thought you were asleep?” Now his palms held your hips safely, his fingers drawing little circles on each side.

“Mm, I should, yeah,” Your arms moved and placed over his broad shoulders, “But I don’t want to sleep in an empty bed, you know?”

“Miss me, princess?” His voice, so sweet and husky at the same time it almost made you fall to your knees.

“Yeah, a lot,” You hid your face in the crook of his neck, leaving a little trail of innocent kisses, “It’s crazy how we only get to exchange glances all day.”

“Yeah,” He sighed but held his breath for a second, a little smile drawing on his lips, “What do you say if we” He held you even closer to his anatomy, “go to bed.”

You smiled against his lips and left a small peck on them, “Sounds good to me.”

San stretched his hands further so he could intertwine his fingers with yours and go to his bedroom to give that long and exhausting day an end. There were still a few dishes that he hadn’t finished washing, but he would take care of that tomorrow. He just wanted to put you to bed at that moment.

When you arrived at your shared room, San closed the door behind you and guided you towards your bed—queen size. He placed you against the mattress so gently, as if you were glass, and was on top of you, each arm on the side of your head supporting his own weight to avoid collapsing on top of you.

“You look so pretty right now,” San murmured. His hot breath hitting the flushed skin of your cheek.

A soft giggle rolled off your lips and San couldn’t help but watch them, watch carefully your every move. The way your lips parted only to show a row of perfect teeth, as bright as a pearl. He got comfortable as he laid on your side, hugging your waist and caressing it. His cheek resting on your chest.

“I really love you, so much,” He continued, “I know I don’t get to say it much since we’re so busy with work and stuff. But I want you to know that I genuinely love you and I can’t imagine a world without you by my side. You make me the happiest man and I promise to spend the rest of my days trying to make you the happiest woman.”

You didn’t have the strength to cry, you were exhausted from having dealt with your boyfriend’s nephews all day. But if you could cry, you would.

This was what you loved about San.

He showed you that he loved you in every way possible, and he reminded you every day through messages, words, chocolates, letters, in any way.

You felt like a woman being with him and safe in his arms.

He was the only man you wanted in your life. The only man you’d die for.

“Sannie,” You caressed his cheek softly, his eyes closed the moment he felt your skin touching his, “I don’t think you can make me happier than you already do.”

You left the sweetest peck on his lips, your palm still caressing his skin.

“I love you a lot more,” You struggled a little bit trying to wrap his muscular body with your arms, both of you melting into the sweetest hug, “Mine,” You whispered against his neck.

San laughed in embarrassment without opening his mouth, “All yours.”

You don’t know when you lost consciousness and fell into his arms, asleep like a baby. It was when you heard a child’s desperate cry that you opened your eyes lazily, realizing that San had been spooning you, his arms wrapping you in his warmth, keeping you safe. You managed to hear the voice of San’s sister in the distance, who began to whisper a lullaby to calm the awake child and put him back to sleep. Eventually you stopped hearing even the slightest sound, so you decided to go back to sleep.

Which was impossible. Because just a few minutes after you closed your eyes, you felt something half hardened hit the curvature of your ass. As soon as San shifted uncomfortably in his place, his member managed to rub even more against your exposed skin, rising and hardening with each movement. You knew it was normal for this to happen, but it had been a while since you played with your boyfriend.

Like the good girlfriend you were, you decided to give his erection some relief. You moved your ass back and forth mischeviously causing even more friction. A low groan was heard.

You continued your actions and San slowly woke up, you couldn’t see his frown eyebrows nor his lips, twisting in discomfort.

“Baby,” His husky voice sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help but slightly arch your back, “Stop moving.”

“What did you say?” You started innocently bouncing on his hardened cock.

“Stop bouncing or I'll give you a reason to bounce,” He was half-asleep, but he always had the energy to put you in your place. And he never failed on it.

“But I already have a reason, don’t I?” You continued, “Your little friend has been up for a while.”

He brushed off what you had said as if he didn’t hear it, “Y/n, someone can hear us.”

“Not if we keep it quiet.” You paused briefly, allowing San’s mind to process your plan. As soon as you heard his sigh, you knew he had given up. You turned around so you could see your lover’s lost, sleepy gaze shining with the moonlight that entered the room as an intruder.

He grabbed your jaw gently and brought it closer to him to kiss your plump lips. The kiss began calmly, both feeling the warmth of the other even more. This sweetness didn’t last long though, it disappeared when San’s tongue entered your mouth without a warning and it started dancing with yours. A whimper left your lips when he pulled you by your waist, closer to him.

“Shh. Do you want everyone to know the needy little girl you are?” His fingers danced all along your belly, drawing doodles on it softly. When two of his fingers reached the beginning of your vagina, he felt nothing but your bare skin, “Ooh, not wearing any underwear I see. Trying to tell me something?”

“Maybe I just want you to shut up and make me cum,” You whispered against his lips dangerously. A low, lustful flame lit up in San’s eyes.

“You’re gonna end up begging me to stop, sweetheart,” His fingers started playing with your creamy mess, which started spilling off and dirtying the covers. “And guess what?” He inserted them with a single thrust. Their length was long enough to touch your g-spot faintly. “I won't.”

It didn’t take long for his fingers to start moving faster, your desperation to cum was beginning to build up in your lower belly, and you could feel it as a pleasant heat. Your eyes closing unconsciously. You tried to drown the urge to moan your boyfriend’s name by biting the inside of your cheek. You alternated between biting your lip and your cheek, loosening the high tension on your jaw when it started to hurt.

“Look at me when I touch you,” He demanded, and you couldn’t resist the moan that came deeply from your throat. 

Tension spread quickly through your limbs as you had broken the only rule San had told you not to break. Absolute silence. 

San didn’t say a word though, apparently giving you another chance to show him that you were a good girl and that you knew how to follow his rules, that you knew how to obey any order of his without reproach.

He tested you when his thumb pressed against your clit, moving it in circles. You were holding onto your last shred of sanity when his fingers began to repeatedly touch that sweet spot, and at the same time, his thumb pressed that pleasure button in the most exquisite way. You tried, you really did. But fuck, the pleasure was so intense that you were glad you were laying on your bed because your legs had given out a while ago.

“You better keep the volume down or I’m gonna go even harder,” His low demand penetrating your eardrums.

At that moment you felt how your shoulders were heavy, each one carrying a mini-you, one of them was whispering to you with the sweetest voice to be a brat and rail him up even more, while the other was trying to explain to you all the different reasons why you should shut the hell up and be a good girl for San if you wanted him to fuck you. You knew that San was capable of leaving you horny, with a big mess down your panties —he made it up to you, eventually. He always did. But you didn’t feel in the mood for it right now, you wanted to be fucked, and you wanted it now.

“S...San, Sannie. Oh my fuck,” You tried to articulate.

“Mhm?” You could feel his arrogant smirk even with your eyes closed from the satisfaction you were receiving with just your boyfriend’s fingers, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You didn’t know he could pump his fingers into you even faster. But now you do. Because he did. His movements, so precise they turned your brain into mush.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” He murmured and you felt a heated wave crash into your insides.

“D...Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, baby,” Your breathlessness striking your voice down, “Even if I beg you to,”

You heard San mumble a “fuck” under his breath. Your body started trembling even more when you felt that that heated coil formed down your belly was about to reach its release.

“F-fuck! Sannie I’m so fucking close,” You whined, still trying to keep your cries at a low volume, “Fuckfuckfuck!”

“I know, baby, I know,” He cooed, “Just let go for me,” San removed his fingers from your warm inside only to rub his ring and middle fingers against your swollen clit. A satisfied sigh was heard when you started squirting on his hand, the silk sheets getting wet from your clear liquid, “That’s it. What a good girl,” 

San waited for you to come down your high while he kissed your neck and breasts, carefully leaving cute lovebites on them, only attaching his lips to your skin in places that you could easily cover with some clothing. Finally, after having regained your breath and the ability to formulate sentences, you looked down at the prominent tent that San had trapped in his pajama pants.

You were tired from the excellent session your boyfriend had just given you, but you felt bad for him and his little friend. It must’ve been painful that his big, cum-leaking boner had been left unattended for so long. 

“Need a little help with that?” You spoke seductively, hiding your tiredness. Because you knew that if you showed any signs of tiredness, San would immediately stop everything just so you could rest. He would then take care of his problem with a cold shower or with his poor, lonely hand.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He removed his short in the blink of an eye, amusingly.

A soft giggle from you resonated inside San’s ears, delighting in your sweet voice. You moved so you could be right in front of his mouth-watering erection. You decided to tease him a little bit because damn his cock was rock-hard, perfectly up.

“Could you be any harder?” You said while you played with his cock tip, rubbing your index finger on it. When you saw a speck of precum peek out of his slit, a smirk was instantly drawn across your face.

“Are you gonna keep playing with it or are you gonna put it in your mouth at some point?” He said, panting a little bit. 

He didn’t need to tell you twice. As soon as you heard his order, you were willing to take him to heaven with just your mouth, you wanted him to see stars and for his gaze to light up with white dots of intense, pleasure. You planned on giving him an eye-rolling orgasm.

You suck, lick and slurped everything you could put in your mouth, the rest of his cock was not neglected but getting the attention of your hands. A low groan from him made you quiver. Yet you didn’t stop working your mouth on his harden dick, already twitching inside you mouth.

“Holy fuck. You really are a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” Your doe-eyed gaze met his as his hand caressed your head softly. That drove him over the edge. And the slurp you just did right on his tip? He thought he was going to pass out. “Oh fuck. That’s it. Don’t fucking stop, baby.”

It only took a couple more licks along his dick and a light, gentle massage on his balls and San was already cumming inside your mouth. You received all the spurts of his hot cum gladly, happy that now you had both reached your own orgasm at least once.

You’d have time later to fuck properly, in your apartment, alone where no one could bother or interrupt you. After all, there was only one day left until you and San returned to the busy city of Seoul. Probably during the remaining day there will be naughty glances or touches, but who’ll notice?

Both of you, being tired enough, melted into an embrace, full of love and affection. San left messy kisses all over your face, you made a little sound in annoyance, trying to tell him to stop. A laugh slipped off San’s tongue, finally leaving a soft peck on your lips.

“You really don’t realize what it does to me when we’re cuddling and you press your ass against me,” And as the brat that you were, you were about to do to him precisely what he had told you not to do. And as if San had entered your mind and read your thoughts, he continued, “And don’t you even dare doing it,”

You let out an annoyed huff and replied, “You’re no fun, Sannie.”

“Me? You are the one that turns me the fuck on with that ass of yours,”

“Oh! So, is that my fault now?” A laugh threatened to burst out of your throat.

“Yes, it is,” He said like a little kid, with that childish tone of him that you could recognize even being blocks away. “See? Now I have another problem,”

You didn’t understand what he was referring to until you looked down and saw his cock, waking up again from its flaccidity.

A sigh left your lips as you smiled at San’s sheepish smile, “You really have no remedy, boy.”

And he turned you around, trapping you in his strong arms. Suddenly the fatigue you both had a few minutes ago disappeared.

This was going to be a long night.

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[ragnviindrz]

curiosity. / abyss herald enjou x f!reader.

info: you've known enjou for awhile, traveling enkanomiya with him.. when he shows you his true form, the two of you get a little nasty..

this content includes: monsterfucking, consensual sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), doggy style, creampie, porn without plot, i swear this is NOT crack smut but theres some humour ig, his pp has spikes 😃, kinda public fucking, ass slapping, reader can be read as traveler or not, aftercare and kinda fluff at the end.

note: thank you so much for requesting this and thank you for being my first follower @stygianoir :) (p.s. i tried..😭 hopefully its okay)

Travelling with Enjou into Enkanomiya has been quite fun, he was friendly and talkative so nothing felt awkward, despite the growing sexual tension between the two of you.

Despite this, you stayed shy and kept to yourself, afraid of making the first move. Though, it was only when he revealed his true identity— as an Abyss Herald was when you chose to make your first move.

"Can you fuck me like that?" Was the first thing you said, taking him by surprise.

Which was how you probably ended up in this situation, bent over as your hands gripping the pillar as he thrust his hot cock inside you. It was hard to pull out, due to the barbs on his cock.

You covered your mouth, as tears ran down your face in pleasure. Your eyes were rolling back, whilst he gently gripped your hair as he practically pounded your pussy.

"I admit, you look really good like this." He groaned in your ears, planting a quick kiss to your cheek whilst he slapped your ass.

He grabbed your hand, taking it off your mouth. "I want you to keep moaning for me, I love all the little noises you make for me.." He whispered, pausing with a gasp, "So keep making them for me."

His grip on your waist got tighter, signaling his incoming orgasm. Despite that, his thrusts were still rough and fastpaced, just like how he liked it.

"Can you feel that? I'm close.. Mhh..." He moaned in your ear. "Do you want me to cum inside you? Beg for it."

And you do. You beg for it, opening your mouth despite the moans and gasps exiting your mouth. "Please... Enjou. Mhh.. Please, cum inside me. I need it."

That was all that was said, before he shoved all of his cock inside - and spilled his hot cum inside you in ribbons, painting your insides white.

That was all you remember before you blacked out, and woke up back in the camp you two have set up.

You were cleaned up, and dressed up as you laid inside the tent with a blanket ontop of you.

After 2 minutes, he enters the tent with a plate of food, and some water.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too bad, after the bruises I gave you by accident.."

With a chuckle, you responded. "No, I liked it. It was really hot."

"Does this mean we're together?" You asked, as you ate the food he prepared - after the exhaustion of being fucked into oblivion settled on you.

"Yeah. I love you." A smile was on his lips as he said that.

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[captain-mj]

Can we get some Korangi monster fucking with monster König? There's already a notable size difference, so why not just... make it bigger!! -🕸

You… you get it

Horangi had been trying to figure König out. He saw glimpses of something... different under that sniper hood. Something inhuman. 

König’s eyes were blue. A soft blue that Horangi liked. But sometimes, they shined unnaturally, held this color they shouldn’t. This shiny gold that told Horangi to follow it. To throw himself into the abyss that was König. 

He resisted the instinct, mostly because when ever he looked back, those eyes were always their normal blue. And König always looked at him, tilting his head and asking what was wrong. 

Horangi noticed a pattern eventually and that was no matter the situation, who was talking to König at the time, or even what König was doing with his hands, every time Horangi noticed the flash of color, König was already looking at him. They always made eye contact without fail.

Horangi decided then and there that no matter what he had to do, he was going to solve this mystery.

König was one of the few people who had their own bathroom, Horangi included in this group, which meant he couldn’t sneak up on him in the shower. He’d have to be sneaker. 

Horangi tried to follow König after a training session, but he disappeared around a corner. Then he tried to corner him after dinner to ask him to drinks. König apparently takes all of his food to his room. Made sense why Horangi never saw him at dinner, but he also ate all of his food in his room so. 

He tried inviting him to drinks. Then just yanking his hood off. Of course he’d wait until they were alone, not wanting to expose him to anyone else. Look, if König asked, he’d even take his own mask off to make it even. 

But he needed to know what was going on. 

Horangi sat there, planning on what to do next when König appeared. 

“Horangi? Do you want to go in the woods? Fender said he saw a deer and I want to see if we could find it.”

“Yeah, I’ll grab my gun.” Fresh deer meat sounded pretty good. He noticed the way König stiffened though and answers sounded much better. Maybe if he had him alone a while... 

“Bitte, no gun.” He sounded very anxious so Horangi gave in.

“Alright, we’ll just go look at it. Let’s go.” Horangi stood up and walked with him. 

König started to lead them deeper and deeper into the woods, walking directly off the path. Horangi hadn’t had a chance to memorize these woods yet, but he doubted König would do this if he didn’t know the way back. 

They started talking and it only occurred to Horangi when he couldn’t see the sun over the trees anymore that they had been walking a while.

“Where did Fender see that deer again?”

“There isn’t a deer, Horangi.” König stopped in front of him. “You really shouldn’t try to unmask someone. I thought you of all people would get that.” He didn’t sound anxious anymore. His voice took on an unearthly hum. 

“König.” Horangi reached for his gun on instinct, but he hadn’t brought it because of the stupid deer which he was now realizing was the point and...

Those eyes were on him again. Bright gold and entrancing. 

Horangi considered himself a predator. A tiger. Something that stalks its prey and then strikes at the most convenient of times. 

Looking at König, he felt much more like prey caught in a web. 

“You want to know, don’t you? You keep catching me. I don’t mean to keep doing this, but you’re...” His eyes trailed down Horangi’s body and it only hit him now what the expression was. What it always was. 

Hunger. 

Horangi hoped it wasn’t as literal as that. He wasn’t some morsel König was going to devour here. But why take him so far into the woods if that was the case? Why not kill him already?

Horangi started to back up, heart pounding and König narrowed his eyes. 

“Kätzchen, are you afraid of me?” 

Was König bigger? His clothes looked tighter and he loomed over him oddly. 

“Yes.” Horangi didn’t know why he spoke. He tried to clamp his mouth shut but the words sizzled on his tongue. “Why? What are you?”

“Doesn’t it matter. Don’t have a name you’d recognize. Not anymore.”  König slid his hood over and off his head. Soft red hair stuck, soft golden eyes paired with golden freckles. Patterns of the stars across his face. In his hair poked out little... things. Feather like things that made a halo or crown around his head. 

He was stunning, but he was terrifying. 

Horangi’s heart sped up and everything in him wanted to flee, but he didn’t. He stood there, feet planted because they would not move. An old instinct to follow gods forcing him to stay and witness.

König dropped the rest of his clothing idly and it didn’t make sense. He was far too big to have fit in the first place. Maybe 10? 12 feet tall? Body decorated with stars. He leaned forward slowly, so they were eye level now. 

“Horangi. I brought you here to make you see that I am not something you can understand. I’m not... Lovecraftian. Or eldritch. But I am still not human. It’s best you don’t push too hard. Don’t try to comprehend too much, ja? Might hurt yourself.” The words should’ve sounded mocking. Coming from anyone else, Horangi would take it as such. 

But König was being genuine and that felt worse. Infinitely worse. Horangi tried to look him over, but its like the angles of his body were wrong. Making his head spin. The only thing that remained constant were the constellations. He reached forward, mind going blank as König froze, and touched them.

Horangi wanted to say something. Should say something. Finally, he had a thought. “Why did you bring me so far away? No one goes in the woods if they can help it. We would’ve been just as private thirty minutes ago. Why this far?”

“In case you scream. I wanted to make sure no one would hear.” 

Horangi looked up. “Scream? Why would I?” König picked him up and placed him against a tree. 

“Kätzchen, you can’t tell anyone about this? You understand that, right?”

Horangi stared at him, realizing how easily König picked him up. He was half his goddamn size. His eyes stayed trained on his chest. 

“I understand.”

“Horangi. Look at me.” König purred, suddenly seemed very confident. 

“König.” Horangi said shakily, his body was so warm and he had never been particularly ashamed of his penchant for bigger men, but this was... 

König grabbed his chin and forced him to look up. “I’m going to take off your mask.”

Horangi nodded and let him, staring at him. Slowly, König undressed him slowly, not stopping at just the mask. He let him and his gaze never wavered as if watching long enough would make him get it.

“You’re gorgeous, Kätzchen.”  König mumbled into his skin before lightly kissing his shoulder, along one of his scars. His mouth felt so hot. All of his skin felt so hot. It burned his skin but it felt so nice. Like hot oil along his skin. 

“Could you heal me?”

“No. I could not. But I could make you feel nice.” König said softly, holding him up. “I promise, you’ll feel very nice.” He had his hand on Horangi’s underwear who was only realizing now how undressed they both were.

“Okay.” He wheezed out in response and he bit back a groan as the chill air touched his bare body. The stripes burned into his skin were on full display and he winced. “Please don’t comment on them. I know they’re...”

“They’re pretty. I like them.” König said softly, one hand holding him up effortlessly as the other spread Horangi’s legs. His fingers touched where they wrapped around his thigh and it took a minute before he realized one of those fingers were pressed against his hole.

König spit onto his finger before pushing into him. “Be as loud as you want. Like I said, no one can hear you here.” 

The burn hurt and his eyes filled with tears immediately. He refused to cry, not willing to be weak in front of König. With a short tsk, König curled his finger and Horangi couldn’t swallow the wail. He wasn’t used to such a treatment, usually in control but König was undeniably skilled with his hands. Before long, another finger was used and he felt raw, broken up. 

The pleasure was intense, the pain edging into it only making it more intense. Horangi gasped softly as he started to scrabble at something inside him. Some bundle of nerves that sent lightning sparks of pleasure up and down his spine. 

“K-könig.” Horangi spoke softly, unable to handle himself anymore. This feelings were too intense. “I... I...” The fingers left his body and it left him whimpering. He clenched around nothing, head falling back.

“You’re alright, Kätzchen.” König promised. “Like I said, I’ll make you feel very good.” He pulled something out of his pocket.

“You planned... You...”

König smiled and it was blinding. Horangi stared at him, starstruck. König held him close and gently pushed into him. The size was a struggle, Horangi holding on desperately.

“You’re so tight.” He sounded breathless and Horangi couldn’t believe he managed to do that. Managed to bring a god down like this. “Scheiße.” 

Horangi moaned softly and kissed him, holding on to him tightly. It felt like he was melting into König as their tongues met. 

König bottomed out and Horangi had to take a deep breath, leaning into him. He felt so tiny in his arms, held so easily. It felt like he was being split open but it was addicting. His head fell back and he looked up at him.

“Dangsin-i nawa hamkke wonhaneun geos-eul hal.” He said softly, running his fingers through his hair. 

König started to thrust into him and Horangi sank his teeth into König, wanting to mark him as his the same way König was making him his. He gave into the dizzying pleasure, getting tons of kisses for it. Horangi tugged his hair and felt him speed up because of that, slamming right into those nerves. 

Horangi came hard, vision whiting out. He could feel him continue until finally König came inside him.  König put his forehead against Horangi’s, sharing breath with him. 

“Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Horangi shook his head and ended up kissing him again, going limp since he knew König wouldn’t let him fall. “Don’t think I can walk though. You’re... very big.” 

König smiled against him before gently setting him down. “I’m going to get dressed and then I’ll help you. Once we get you home, I’ll get you cleaned up.” 

Horangi nodded and looked at himself. Everywhere König touched there were small burns and strips of red skin. They were healing quickly, clearly not too bad, but they were there and it excited him.

König gently dressed him, back under his hood and back to his normal height. “We don’t have to do this again, but I need you to be quiet about this.”

“I will. But I would like to do this again.”

König melted, leaning into him. “Good. I’ll take very good care of you.” 

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[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Fourteen

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 4,5k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, Stockholm syndrome, fluff, smut, slight panic attack at first, body worship, pussy worship, pussy eating, face riding, fingering, nipples licking, couch fucking, vaginal sex, intense orgasms and devastating emotions, soft yandere Jimin, mentions of ruined childhood

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! 🥰❤️

Hope you are happy with this update! This one is a bit longer than the others! Always let me know your thoughts, you make me very happy ❤️

PS: Forgive me for the mistakes, it was not an easy week for me and I did not have much time 😭❤️

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"I finally found you," huffed Seokjin in front of Choi Minhoo, the man had been tied to a wooden chair, only Minho, Seokjin, Jungkook and Namjoon were present in that warehouse. The latter were just waiting for Jin's order to act; they were vibrating with fury.

"Be careful, Jin! My family members won't be happy about this!" he ranted with foam at his mouth, as frightened and rabid as a rat in a trap, Jungkook growled at those words, put his hand to his gun that he faithfully kept in his pocket, but a glance from Seokjin froze him in place.

"Uh, that's scary," put on a fake pout Jin with those beautiful rosy lips of his, "Now I'm going to shit my pants, look."

"Take the piss out of me, they're going to destroy you anyway," he growled, but that only made the man in charge of the Bangtans smile more broadly.

"That slut of a cousin of yours hurt Jimin when he was just a little boy, the result was that her body was dismembered by my dogs, and she was still alive while they ate her, you kidnapped and raped his woman, which amounts to another member of my family now," he began as he walked toward Minho, before grabbing the collar of his torn jacket, "I'm tired of having to pick up the pieces of what you and your damn family break, I will kill you all, child or adult, I will eradicate you from this world as the haughty and arrogant scum that you fucking are," he hissed, tightening his grip so tightly that the tendons in his wrists trembled before he pulled away.

Inhaling before recomposing himself, Namjoon and Jungkook looked at each other with a smirk-that was Jin.

"Jin! Jin! Kim Seokjin, stop!" shouted Minho after him as the man walked away, giving way to his bodyguards, "You said you were interested in politics, right! I can introduce you to the prime minister!" he finally shouted desperately, but Seokjin ignored him expressionlessly.

Neither he nor Jimin would have soiled themselves for such a being. He had deliberately decided not to tell Jimin about Minho's capture, knowing him he would have wanted to kill him with his own hands, but he wanted him to spend more time with Y/N.

He knew that sooner or later Jimin would fall into the arms of a woman he would love with sincere passion, that was what was needed for a troubled soul like his.

They needed to be done with the Choi family forever, all of them.

For days there had been a tense air in the house, Jimin was not there-according to him he had vital research to do-and in his place Taehyung had arrived to keep her company. He did not even use the guest room, preferring the living room sofa to Y/N's dismay.

The living room was her favorite place to read and eat, with Taehyung having conquered that piece of the apartment by now she could always be found hanging around it and disappearing.

Taehyung on his part tiptoed around when she was present, feeling uncomfortable.

He had endangered her with his indifference, plus he had also seen her in an extremely delicate moment, where she was weak and naked in every way.

He always peered at the girl with a pout, undecided how to start a possible conversation, she was not helping him at all in this, she was always so quiet and on her own....

With a snort he saw her head for the kitchen for a snack. He had to do it now.

"Y/N" when he reached her the woman gasped slightly, she had not expected him to come and talk to her, they had ignored each other so peacefully until now, inside she regretted leaving her room.

"Yes?" she huffed slightly, turning away.

At first glance Taehyung looked like a man of integrity, serious and good at his job, but at that moment he was showing his face full of emotion. He seemed nervous about something.

"I ... would like to apologize to you," he said with a note of embarrassment, the girl's eyes widened.

"To me?"

"Yes, it was my fault that they managed to catch you that day. It was my responsibility to control and protect you, I broke my word and for that I apologize" Taehyung bowed respectfully, Y/N was simply stunned.

They had never treated her with that much respect, why now?

Something told her that Jimin's hand was present.

"It's not totally your fault, I attacked your friend and you were reasonably pissed off, I apologize for making you worry about Jimin's condition.... I lost my mind in that instant, I did the only thing I thought was right so I wouldn't suffer anymore," she explained with regret.

"You did what anyone would have done," Taehyung replied, "My anger aside, Jimin was not behaving well with you and you did what you thought was right, that doesn't mean I would allow you to do it again, but I can still understand and yes, it remains my responsibility what happened to you, there won't be a next time."

Y/N nodded a little embarrassed, the determined expression in those languidly slitted eyes put her slightly in awe.

"Um... would you like some strawberry tea? I've made too much for myself," she said turning slightly toward the full teapot, with a small smile Taehyung agreed.

"I love strawberries."

Jimin came home with such a serious look on his face that it made Y/N guess that it was better to turn away from him.

Taehyung had left ten minutes earlier and the idea of being alone with a Jimin in that state unnerved her, she did not want to think that the boy would attack her again for his frustrations, so it was best not to pull the cat's tail too much.

The boy in question noticed the girl's strange attitude, she was moving in a hurry to wash her dishes, she wanted to run to her room and this would have been clear even to the least empathetic person in the world.

"Y/N" the sound of his voice uttering her name so quietly made her freeze suddenly, the water continued to flow in the sink without any more purpose and she did not move to stop it, "Can you come here please?"

She closed her eyes with a soft, inaudible sigh, counted to three before turning away with a slight smile.

She left everything in the sink and turned off the water, then walked over to him who sat at the table staring at her with predatory, glittering eyes, one rings-decorated hand tapped on his thick, muscular thigh, the elastic fabric of his pants wrapped around it beautifully and she found herself swallowing, "Sit here."

She did as she was told and the boy's arms soon wrapped around her at hip level, Jimin buried his head between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.

Y/N felt herself flaring up, the sensation of Jimin's warm breath warmly caressing her made her heart, already swollen with unexpressed emotions, throb.

"Jimin?"

"I've missed you," he repeated the words with which he had returned her the day he found her, Y/N instantly relaxed noticing that Jimin did not mean to hurt her in any way.

"I missed you too," she returned the hug, sinking her face into the soft locks of the man who smiled broadly in response.

"It's been especially stressful to handle things today."

"Are you looking for Minho?"

She asked quietly, not giving away how much even mentioning his name destabilized her, but Jimin knew her well by now; in fact, he sent her a reproachful look.

"Don't ask things you don't want to know, baby," he softly stroked one cheek still marked by a light bruise.

"I just wish you would confide in me, you keep everything inside and then you get sick."

"I won't be sick if you're with me," he replied seriously, peering longingly at her, his eyes lowered to her sugary lips and he closed his eyes, trying to hold himself back.

"Jimin...."

"Y/N." he stopped her by pronouncing her name firmly, "I want to make love to you."

A delicious twinge of pleasure made her intimacy throb, the arms she held tightly around the boy's neck trembled, "Jimin, I don't know if..." she felt so confused.

Fuck, she wanted him. She wanted him with all her heart, but she didn't want to be reminded of Minho, or his henchman hitting her repeatedly as she and Jimin lost themselves in their moment.

"Let's try it," she narrowed her eyes at the man's pleading tone, it was a new side of Jimin she never thought she would see, perhaps he had never begged any woman to fuck, the idea that she was the first one he begged even for a kiss appealed to her, "If anything happens I will stop immediately."

After that reassurance she found herself nodding with soft legs, Jimin kissed her with transport, savoring those sweet lips that tasted of tea and strawberries, fuck, it could become his new favorite taste.

Y/N reciprocated more calmly, trying to keep up with the man's voraciousness that did not just stop at her lips, but sank into her mouth languidly seeking the woman's tongue, gently intertwining in a perfect dance for them.

In a way she found it touching how tender Jimin was in squeezing her hips without hurting her, she had never experienced such intimacy with a man before, she liked it, and she did not want it all to end and go back to the dry old normal.

When they parted a few tears escaped from the young woman's eyes, Jimin stepped back slightly wiping the path they traced along her tender cheeks.

"Should we stop?" he asked sympathetically, but Y/N denied it immediately.

"No, it's just... I liked it, I've never done it like that," she said.

"Like that?"

"So intimate, with someone who loves me" she pulled up with her nose crinkling her eyes.

Jimin's blood froze in his veins, not that he had been a saint, but those words punctuated how much the childhood of the girl he was holding in his arms had sucked.

He kissed her again, feeling in his mouth the salty, lukewarm taste of her small tears that broke his heart, yes, Park Jimin now felt sorry for a past that did not belong to him, but love did that and more, it changed people and Jimin fit perfectly into that category.

He loved her and would get anything that made her sad out of the way, he slid into the neckline of her blouse, kissing every available flap of skin before he himself pulled off every single button that separated him from that body that drove him crazy. From the first time he had seen her, he knew he would desire her every hour of every day, sometimes it hurt so much it was unbearable.

When he freed her from that restraint he found himself face to face with the young woman's bare breasts, he inhaled wordlessly at the sight, god how much he had missed this, even as Minho's now superficial footprints on that divine temple made him growl.

Then he frowned, "Were you bra-less the whole time with Taehyung around?"

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, "It hurt..." she mumbled embarrassedly, referring to the bruises clearly, the bra pressed painfully against them.

Jimin inhaled softly, again bridging the distance between the two of them with yet another kiss of the evening, lulling her gently with his breath, his hand slipped over a rosy little button, teasing its tip, which rose turgidly under Jimin's expert touch, which descended to gently lick the areola before gently biting the tip of the sensitive nipple.

Y/N in response pushed her chest into Jimin's mouth, sighing in sweet waves of desire.

The man pulled away only long enough to effortlessly pick her up and carry her to the sofa in the living room, Y/N held back a surprised sob, and she watched the man's playful smile.

"Will we do it here?" she asked curiously, Jimin chuckled.

"We'll do it everywhere, sweetheart," he sighed, attaching himself to the girl's neck with his mouth, sucking and kissing her soft neck to leave his personal mark; he wanted to remove Minho's presence everywhere from her, "And I'll make you feel sensations you never had a chance to experience."

"Mh..." she squeezed her eyes shut under the weight of Jimin descending lower and lower, marking a glowing trail of wet kisses and bites all along her belly, with his hand he passed the barrier of her panties and barely grazing her pubis he sank his hand into her intimacy, gathering between his fingers a large amount of transparent essence that had already left her throbbing slit. It was the first time he had felt her so soaked for him; it felt like a dream.

"Fuck," he cursed excitedly, quickly slipping off his pants with his free hand, giving his big, hard cock some relief.

He went back to sucking one of her turgid nipples as his fingers began to play between her folds, Y/N moved her hips willingly against his hand, in her mind the only thing present was the idea of Jimin taking her on that couch.

"How do you feel?" he asked blowing hot air on one nipple, Y/N's clit twitched seeking attention.

"It feels good... so good," she whimpered, her thighs trembling, "And I want to feel you inside me, Jimin."

The latter smiled, amazed at the woman's stance, before a more wicked grin furrowed his cheeks.

He leaned closer to the girl's ear before murmuring, "And I'm going to come inside you with my cock and my fingers, soon my cock will be the only thing you'll feel between now and tomorrow, baby doll," he ignored the girl's faster breathing and continued licking her earlobe between his lips, "But first I want you to feel what my tongue can do, I'm going to lick your pussy so well that you'll cry for it," he took off his shirt as well, showing off his well-delineated and strong abs, a deep V went down to below the layer of his boxers that he hastened to carelessly throw on the floor, the sight of his swollen cock already moist with precum made her swallow without any more saliva.

She simply spread her legs for Jimin, but the position reminded her of the one they had forced her into and she stiffened.

"Jimin..." she closed her legs again shaking her head, Jimin immediately reached for her.

"Hey, hey...what's going on, baby?"

"I can't do it like this, I'm sorry" she still couldn't get over her trauma, she was about to have a panic attack and didn't want to disappoint Jimin, but the boy hugged her again.

"There are many ways to do it," he chuckled lightly trying to make her calm down, "Don't feel wrong, you're not."

"R-Really?" she looked at him curiously, wanting to have sex with him, but other than missionary and doggy style she had not tried anything else, ever.

The man nodded, "Give me some space, love."

She did as she was told and saw Jimin lie down in her place, she stood looking at him confused.

"What should I do now?" she asked innocently, Jimin gave her a smug look.

"Sit on my face."

The woman widened her eyes, what was she to do?

"I ... are you serious?"

"Trust me, we'll both like it," he replied biting his full lips, making Y/N's legs tighten.

She sighed slightly and listened to the boy, with some difficulty due to her inexperience she found herself with Jimin's face at the height of her soggy core, she found it incredibly awkward, but that feeling of imprisonment was gone.

From his side Jimin gazed in ecstasy at her wet intimacy, licking his lips he opened her folds with a gentle thrust of his fingers, before leaving a long, slow streak of saliva with his tongue, until he stopped at her swollen and needy clitoris, Y/N widened her eyes and collapsed onto the man who did not complain.

With her nose pressed against the young woman's pubis, she sucked conspicuously on that sweet trembling pearl, Y/N cried out in shock at those strange sensations she had never experienced before, Jimin's soft tongue enveloped her softly, but the pleasure was intense, it was all so terribly beautiful and hard at the same time that she began to shake her hips trying to escape from the continuous strokes of Jimin's fast tongue. The boy seemed to love eating her.

"Fuck, oh... oh! Jimin!" she shrieked breathlessly, the man held her thighs tightly preventing her from escaping, sinking his tongue into her hot and wet entrance, Jimin's eyes rolled back at that sweet taste, he could drink Y/N's essence all his life, she would never be enough for him, his cock trembled releasing thick whitish liquid, he could have easily come that way, his balls throbbing painfully with every moan or scream the girl let out without any more reins.

"Please, please stop!" she cried as she felt something coming, something powerful and devastating.

With the tip of his tongue Jimin again played with the shiny, quivering clitoris, finishing with a light bite that made the young woman stiffen, locking her in the grip of a powerful and strong orgasm, breathtaking in places, her first fucking orgasm.

She began to tremble and weep, no longer even able to bear the gentle caresses of the man adoringly wiping away all her pleasure that had soiled the inside of her thighs down to Jimin's chin.

She rolled to the side clutching her legs and wincing again, Jimin lying on his side wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and shoulders, gently brushed one thigh and invited her to raise one leg, "That's it, baby girl... let me feel how good I did," he chuckled as he aligned himself with her entrance, lightly pushed the massive tip of his cock already lubricated with his own cum against her ultra-sensitive slit, Y/N gasped slightly with blurred vision, but let him.

Jimin pushed himself into the sublime depths of her pussy with a delighted sigh, tried to be gentle and delicate, but her almost impossible to groove intimacy soon made him lose his mind, the girl's previous orgasm had made her walls more perceptive and consequently also tighter, each thrust was an immense rush of pleasure and stun for the boy, who pounded hard until his swollen balls popped against the girl's sweaty skin, who opened her mouth wide, feeling a stunning mix of enjoyment with a hint of pain that made her lose her mind, pressed her mouth against the back of the couch to keep from screaming, Jimin gasped against her ear.

It was different from all the other times, she was experiencing pleasure, those thrusts were delicious, not painful, Y/N was simply happy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You hold me so tight, my love," he sang lost in his daze, his swollen shaft began to quiver and tremble over and over again, he was coming, "Aaahh... Oh, my-! Fuck, Y/N!" he growled her name like a prayer, quickly sank his cock deeper, touching her cervix again and again, causing the woman to tremble wordlessly as she reached for the man's hand to clasp it between hers.

"I'm coming!" he exclaimed without now a breath, the girl nodded.

"Me too, oh God, me too," she replied without any more concern for her moans, Jimin smiled proudly and taking the young woman's chin in his hands he forced her to look at him.

"Open your mouth" he grunted with dark eyes, Y/N obeyed already knowing what was about to happen and accepting it with pleasure, Jimin spit into her oral cavity and before giving her time to swallow he kissed her, mixing their flavors and tongues, that was enough to make the young man's cock throb, whose pleasure exploded in violent spurts of white liquid in the girl's lap, over and over again he pumped himself into her, who came in an orgasm more intense than the previous one, she could not even find the strength to scream, she just stood there taking the man's seed in spasms.

Jimin waited for her to calm down before leaving her with his now soft and satisfied cock, he lay down beside her more comfortably and kissed her many times, wiping her face of tears with his lips and and gifting her affectionate gestures that even he did not know he was capable of.

He was fucking in love with her.

"I have a surprise for you," he murmured in her ear.

Y/N turned to him with a joyful smile, it had been two weeks since that intense and wonderful evening, Jimin had woken her up the next morning with a series of sweet kisses and breakfast in bed, he was so different from the man who had kidnapped her and that helped her fall in love with the boy even more.

"Really?" she asked trying not to appear too excited, Jimin nodded softly.

"Close your eyes," he said, but the girl looked at him suspiciously.

"Is this perhaps another one of your wild sessions that see your mouth eating me, Park Jimin?" she said with a raised eyebrow, Jimin at first had spent so much time telling her that he would never give her pleasure with his mouth, she still could not believe how much the boy liked to use his tongue to fuck her over and over again, he seemed almost obsessed. She obviously did not complain.

Jimin grinned slyly, "That one later, love," he chuckled, confirming the girl's thoughts, but Y/N stopped at that affectionate nickname, he always called her "love".

She smiled with a warmed heart once again and closed her eyes, when Jimin was satisfied he moved on to the next step.

"Now open your hands."

Y/N puffed slightly, but listened to him once more, something very light and rectangular was placed on her palms.

"Open your eyes."

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in front of an emerald-colored letter. It was beautiful, little gold leaves were drawn around the edge, intertwining, but still she did not understand what the boy was getting at.

"You wrote me a letter?" she laughed softly, but Jimin shook his head.

"Open it..." he said simply, and there Y/N could see all his nervousness.

She looked at it again, opening it slowly and pulling out a parchment-colored wrapper, she unwrapped it too and her breath caught.

She brought a hand to her mouth and sobs immediately escaped her control, Jimin held her by the shoulders to prevent her from falling.

In her hands were two photographs, the first depicted her sister smiling in the arms of a man with western features, it had been taken at a park well lit by green trees and sunlight, she looked so happy and healthy.

In the second she always had a big smile on her face, but in her arms she held a small bundle that she looked at with eyes full of love.

"She's alive," she sobbed against the chest of Jimin, who nodded relieved to have seen no negative reaction.

"Yes, she ... was bought by a wealthy american, he wanted to give her to his son as a birthday present, but he didn't expect that his son would fall in love with her and decide to marry her, she is fine and lacks absolutely nothing, Y/N."

Y/N lifted his flushed gaze into that of the boy, "Thank you, Jimin.... I know you shouldn't have investigated a client, but you did and I thank you," she hugged him as if he was her only pillar of support, which he really was.

But the boy did not look happy, shortly afterwards he sighed.

"There is also another thing in truth."

Y/N broke away slightly.

"I know everything, I know why you ran away from your family, I know why you changed your name, everything."

The woman froze.

She began to shake her head, trying to pull away, but Jimin held her back, "How did you… no, why?" she was lost, why would Jimin do such a thing? She wanted to forget her past!

"How long have you known?"

"Since you disappeared, the last words you said to me… I had to understand, Y/N."

"No! You shouldn't have done-"

"Your uncle met the end he deserved to meet," he said suddenly.

The implication was there, heavy in both their minds.

They looked at each other a few moments, then Jimin hugged her out of the blue.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he began to repeat like a mantra with his lips pressed to her temple, "He won't hurt you anymore, baby," he whispered, Y/N snuggled softly against him.

"Never again?" she made in a tiny little voice, as if the child self was asking for reassurance from the man who had become the center of her world.

"Y/N, I haven't changed," he said, the steel in his eyes confirmed to the girl what she had suspected. Jimin had not changed, he loved her and treated her well, but the killer behind those half-moon eyes that smiled at her was always there, ready to snap at Kim Seokjin's every command, and to tell the truth that realization calmed her, "I made him pay for every single disgusting thing he did to you and I made sure he will never do anything like that to anyone else ever again," he concluded, returning his mind to the moment of capture.

It had not been easy to track him down, it had turned out that he was a loan shark under the command of another Korean Mafia family, that was what got him a lot of money unlike his brother and sister-in-law.

"He played us, he said he was going to help our family," she trembled with her eyes glazed over and grainy, looking at Jimin with sadness and sorrow, "Instead it was just an excuse to..." a gasp of vomit blocked the words in her throat, Jimin brushed a light kiss against her forehead.

"That bastard got the punishment he deserved, now you're with me, that's what's important, okay?" Y/N nodded quickly, seeking comfort in his arms. Little Y/N cried bitterly in the mind of the now adult girl, seeing her mother giving in under her father's pressure, the man feared losing her brother's favor and ending up on the street.

"Do you really love me?"

"More than my own life," Jimin replied immediately, Y/N licked her lips.

"Good, because I love you too, Jimin," she whispered dimly, but the boy heard her anyway, smiling relieved he still cradled her with his chin resting on her head.

"I'll take care of you, I won't let you lack anything," he promised, Y/N closed her eyes letting him carry her to bed like a cute little doll.

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[manjirossluttlybitch]

Who would have thought that a simple secretary like you would be bent over your bosses desk his hips slamming into you it all started from a encounter many would’ve brushed off your boss Manjiro Sano was a cold man with short ear length white hair and black void eyes with the richest lavish clothes on but with no purpose he’s a Yukuza boss but you worked in organizations like this before so when he tilted his head and questioned “What’s a pretty? girl like you doing in a dangerous organization” of course he would ask that

It was nothing new you knew how to reply put on your ditzy bitch act and let him pass “W-well I was hired as a secretary” he nodded before staring straight in your eyes you felt his aura he hidden so well your legs wanting to buckle from the sheer endless black abyss at his eyes meeting yours “I.want.you.” He stated firmly

You knew damn well the biggest Yukuza in Tokyo ain’t need no secretary you felt yourself slightly cracking under pressure he wasn’t like the easy lust filled idiots who would leave or try to pay you you backed up barley keeping the yelp in your throat in his presence you can’t even breathe the wrong way “I’m working in a gang already!” You said

“That? It’s over already you are my secretary now” a look of shock shrouded your face “t-that’s not how it work-“ immediately no unexpectedly he was in front of you lifting up your chin and giving you starved no hungry kiss as if he hadn’t ate in weeks no months fuck it years he bit you lip forcing you to open your mouth his tongue fought with yours in the end he won small moans came out your mouth

Knees trembling you held on his shoulders for support until he parted the passionate kiss a string of saliva forming “that shut you up now follow me I will teach you the basics” he said pretending like y’all didn’t just make out you followed after him with your head down that kiss knocked all your fight away you arrived at a building he guided you on the highest floor you sat down in his office

“First undress” his voice boomed

Part one over

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[slasherhoe87]

Morning darling🥺

I hope you're doing well honey, if you don't mind could you please do a short fic of Michael Myers where the reader comforts him and makes him feel like he's someone who's deserving of love and appreciation, that man needs love so bad😩

Thank you :3 xx

Sad Michael Gets the Love and Assurance He Deserves

Peepaw Myers

Fluff / Angst

Soft Michael

You watched helplessly from the doorway as Michael stood motionless, staring off into the distance in front of his old bedroom's window of the Myers house.

You looked at his knife, tossed haphazardly onto the nightstand beside the bed. Never before would his beloved knives be so carelessy thrown about.

But Michael had been "off" for days now. You weren't sure what had pulled him into this melancholic frame of mind.

To anyone else, they would see no difference in his regular 'emotionless', stoic demeanor. But you have been with Michael long enough to that he was anything but emotionless. The man had a well of emotions so deep one would be hypnotized and fall down into its inky abyss if they had but to peek inside. And something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

He ate less than usual. His bags of beloved candy remained sealed and untouched. He withdrew into himself and away from your touch - which hurt, but you wanted to give him his space to work through whatever he was going through. But most concerning of all, he had not gone out hunting all week. This is not Michael. This is not your Michael.

"Michael?" You call softly from the doorway.

Michael ever so slightly tilted his masked head in your direction, aknowledging your presence.

You stepped into his childhood bedroom and tentatively stepped towards the rickety, old single bed and sat down.

Michael continued to stare out of the window, into the night sky, not aknwowledging your presence any longer.

You stared out into the clear, moonlit sky for a moment collecting your thoughts. You took in a deep breath and began.

"Michael, baby, please tell me what's troubling you? You have not been yourself for a while now. Please talk to me"

You waited and made yourself a little more comfortable on the edge of the bed, knowing you would be in for a wait for an answer... if he decided to answer you at all.

Two minutes passed, then five, then ten. The room was filled with nothing but silence. Sighing, you decide to get up and leave Michael be but he stops you with his voice.

"Don't go" two single words left his lips. They were rough, shaky, soft. Spoken by a voice that was often unused.

Since the two of you started a relationship Michael had been speaking more. You would never be having a full blown conversation with the man, but he'll give you short sentences or a word here and there for your own benefit of understanding him.

You look up at the tall man before you, moonlight casting a sinister glow on his weathered old mask.

He takes a few slow strides towards you and sits stiffly down next you on the bed. It creaks, groans and sinks in at his weight. He sits ruler straight, as always.

You place your hand on his thigh and rub small circles on it with your thumb.

"Tell me what's wrong Michael. I can't help you if you don't let me in"

Silence falls between the two of you again for a short while before you finally hear the soft, raspy words you've been waiting to hear for a while now.

"Failure. Old and useless. Didn't get them"

"What? Michael what are you talking about?"

You scrunch your brows together and try to decipher what he meant when it hit you all at once. You remember now... that night Michael came home which was the last time he hunted, he had come home with intact and relatively clean overalls and no blood on his knife.

Oh. Oh.

"Michael. Are.. you feeling like a failure because you didn't manage to kill your potential victims last time?"

Michael never let anyone get away from him. Ever. Except for Laurie but that was a whole other fucking shitstorm. At his age, and him not being successful in his kills... yes. You could easily see how hard a predator like Michael would take such fails. His very life, being and existence was defined by him being a serial killer.

You scoot over towards him and climb into his lap. He brings his arms around your frame and holds on - tight.

You wait and wait for confirmation to your question and eventually lay your head against his shoulder and close your eyes.

"Yes" is the soft, raspy reply you finally receive.

"You are not a failure Michael. So you had an off night.. everyone has off days when things just don't go their way" you tell him, eyes still closed, comy in his protective embrace.

"Not. me."

With a soft huff you reposition yourself to straddle his lap and face him. "I'm going to take your mask off, ok?" You begin to slowly peel it off him but still for a moment in case of protest. Upon receiving none you lift the old mask up and off Michael's head and toss it onto the bed.

You smile at seeing his weathered and handsome face. Grey stubble, a lovely grey eye and grey curls which he had decided to grow out like in his youth - the only difference compared to his youth was the thinning of his hair on the top. But nothing detracted from his beauty. Not his textured skin, not his scars, not his thinning hair.

You cup his face and he raises his melancholic gaze at you.

"Yes. You. You're only human Michael - ok that's a tad debatable but my statement still stands. There is a first time for everything Michael.. and this was your first time. It might happen again or it might very well not. Please don't beat yourself up about it"

You begin to give him little kisses all over his face while reassuring him. "It was an off day for you Michael, nothing more nothing less. From here you emphasized all your praises with a kiss on the lips.

"You are capable. Intelligent. Strong. Determined. Have an indomitable will. Patient. Handsome. Resourceful. Deadly. Sexy" you giggle and beam when you notice a soft hint of a smile at the corners of Michael's mouth. You continue. "A good listener. Fast learner. Great with your hands. An exceptional lover" at this, Michael squeezes your hips.

You're not left to wonder if Michael had taken to heart any of what you said when he leaned in for a comforting, chaste kiss on your lips, his hands firm on your hips. The kiss deepens and Michael swipes his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You oblige and the kiss growe fervent and needy. Your hands fist into his soft curls and the both of you sigh when the kiss ends.

You stare into his good eye and smile, panting and happy. "Do you feel better Mikey?"

Michael stares at you for a long moment before giving you a small nod. He reaches for his mask once more and places it over his head.

"Good. Your favourite dessert is sitting in the kitchen."

At hearing this, Micahel unceremoniously dumps you onto the bed, swiftly stands and walks briskly out the door.

"My pleasure? I guess?" You shake your head and smile before following after him.

@megangovier20

Hope this is to your liking.

I know you asked for a short fic but you should know by now short an I do not exist in the same universe.

#michael myers #peepaw michael myers #peepaw myers #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #halloween ends #halloween kills #slasher #slasher lover #slasher fandom #slasher community

[dear--mars]

His fallacy.

── Synopsis: Childe was never one to dream nor was he someone to ask for more than he already had. The world always took and took from him, but never gave. So when Childe had but one wish, to keep you in the dark, the world flashed you with the ugly truth that Childe so desperately wanted to hide. Not even in death would the archons pity him.

── Character: Childe/Tartagliaa/Ajax

── CW: Mentions of violence and death.

── Notes: Fallacy. A noun meaning a mistaken belief, especially one based on an unsound argument. This is my 1st birthday post. Enjoy the angst. [angst/no comfort]

── Word count: 900+ words

A monster. That’s what Childe was and he knew that. But he couldn’t care less. For him, family ties and the thrill of combat were the essence of his existence. Joining the Fatui only presented with a win-win scenario; he’d elevated his family status within Snezhnaya and was able to fight to his heart’s content.

But then, something happened. 

On an unusually cold day, even by Snezhnayan standards, Childe found himself ambushed by a group from an Anti-Fatui organization. He made quick work of them but had gotten himself accidentally poisoned by one of the assailant's blades.

His head throbbed as his knees hit the freshly laid-out snow. He was on the verge of passing out but before his vision turned black, he saw a figure walking out of the forest.

“...fuck.” He cursed out, assuming the figure was with the assassins. He could do nothing but lose consciousness, waiting to die. Even if the figure wasn’t there to kill him, he’d freeze to death in no time.

So imagine his surprise when he wakes up and sees an unfamiliar ceiling. At first, Childe thought he had gotten captured by the enemy but soon realized he wasn’t chained up nor in a basement of any kind.

Childe hears footsteps and his guard immediately raises. But it drops just as quickly when he sees you peek your head in. “Oh! You’re awake.” You said happily, your eyes lighting up as you walked in with a tray of food.

“You were lying unconscious in the middle of the forest. Not to mention, you were bleeding out and the poison running through your veins.” You said with a sigh as you placed the food on the bedside table.

“You were passed out cold for almost 3 days.” You said exasperated as you raised your hand to take his temperature. “Thankfully, your fever has gone down. The poison should also have been detoxified from your body.” You pulled your hand back and sat down next to the bed.

Childe was speechless, he didn't know what to do. “I-... Thank you…” He mumbled, looking down at his hands, unsure of how to deal with the kindness given to him. 

No one had ever truly taken care of him ever since the day he fell into the abyss. Not even his parents. As much as he loved his family, they were also the reason he was forced to become who he was now. 

“It’s alright, most people would do the same. Anyways, you should eat. I made some calla lily seafood soup. I added some octopus for some added vitamins and minerals.” You said as you handed him the tray.

Childe, unlike most, doesn’t have a favorite nor a least favorite dish. He was never too concerned with taste. This was due to the fact that Childe was often on the road and grew up in the harsh environment of Snezhnaya.

But when he took a bite of your food, he felt his heart start to beat faster, and his eyes, even if it was only for a moment, regained a small light. He ate the food like a starved man, subtle tears rolling down his face.

You had provided him warmth like no other and he was determined not to let you go. With you, Childe felt like he was nothing more than himself. With you, he wasn’t Childe or Tartaglia, he was Ajax.

Over the months you two developed a strong bond. He would share stories of what it was like being in the Fatui, most of the stories were altered though. He would also tell you about the different nations, And what it was like to go out and explore the world. He even shared more personal troubles with you. Mostly about his family.

You knew he was in the Fatui, most people living in Snezhnaya were affiliated one way or another, but you had no idea that he was the 11th harbinger and he planned on keeping it that way.

But things never really go Childe’s way. Running away from home, getting chased by wolves, and even falling into the abyss were nothing compared to the heartache he felt when he saw the pure unadulterated disgust on your face when you found him in his Foul Legacy transformation. 

It ended up turning into a big argument. Childe trying to justify himself and you, completely shutting down his excuses. Amid the argument, when emotions were riding high he couldn't help but ask, “Did you even love me?”

You glared at him in disgust. “Your own mother couldn't even love you, what makes you think I could?” You spat out and Ajax felt his world crashing down. 

You were right. His mother, the one who brought him into this world wasn’t able to handle his temper and violent tendencies. She wasn’t able to push past those obstacles and love her own son.

So why would you? Why would he delude himself into thinking you even could? Yet in the final moments of his life, as he slowly closes his eyes, waiting for death to take him, he can’t help but see a figure standing in front of him. 

He didn't have the strength to open his eyes to confirm if it was you or not, He died alone in the snow with a smile on his face, hoping that you’d come to save him once again.

Childe died a fool, hoping for something that could never happen. After all, you were in Sumeru at the time of his death. And the figure he saw was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

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#genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin imagines #genshin impact fics #genshin impact headcanons #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabble #childe #childe x reader #childe angst #marsworks

[duckymcdoorknob]

If you don't mind me requesting a second one... 👉👈 may I please have a ribbon-decorated box containing marbled white and milk chocolate (dabi x hawks), square shape filled with almonds and lemon creme? No pressure! Thank you!!

HI FLAME THANKS FOR THE REQUEST

Yes I did them out of order. Oopsies!!

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS THO!!! I AM ABOUT TO BULLY TF OUT OF THIS BIRDIE MAN.

This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever written and I’m SO here for it.

Big shoutout to dada @volleeball-bo for the cake idea bc my brain is but a barren field. 😭

CW UNDER THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it NGL. There is a lot of cursing, but it fits. D3ath mention. illy timed your mom jokes.

Number two, Pro Hero, Hawks. Quirk: Fierce Wings. A Rank member of the League of Villains, Dabi. Quirk: Blueflame. Two of the most dangerous and vengeful men alive, working under the same roof.

So why the hell were they dead-set on baking a birthday cake?

When Twice and Toga had happily shared their newly discovered information, the two males knew they’d somehow be sucked into the abyss. They had learned that Shigaraki’s birthday was the next day, and appointed the two to make him a cake.

Who could say no to Twice and Toga? After all, if they weren’t killing anyone, Hawks was happy.

What’s the worse that could happen?

Now in the kitchen of Hawk’s tiny apartment, the two males were arguing incessantly about the process.

“I assure you, Dabi, you HAVE to add salt into it. Everything has salt. This is a literal teaspoon, you won’t even taste it!” Hawks argued for the nth time.

“It’s salt, dumbass. Salt is going to make the cake taste, oh, you know, fucking salty?” The villain growled in reply.

If Hawks could bang his head on a wall, he would. “Dabi I swear t- FINE! Here!”

The blonde stomped over to his pantry, retrieving a sleeve of pre-packaged cookies. He opened the package, took out two cookies, and offered one to his partner. “Eat it.”

“What’d you do to it?” Dabi teased with a scoff.

“I spit on it and put poison in it, obviously.”

“Sounds delicious.”

The two ate the cookies in silence, with Hawks glaring daggers at his black-haired friend. “So?”

“So?”

“Does it taste sweet?” The winged-hero inquired.

“Yeah? Why are you asking me, Feathers?”

“Aha!” The hero chimed in triumph, snatching the sleeve off of the counter, “Look at the ingredients! Read it and weep, bitch!”

Dabi pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation as Hawks breathed down his neck. “It seems you’re actually correct for once.”

“Oh what’s this?” The blonde asked coyly, “Dabi was wrong? Wow, what a world.”

“Shut up, let’s get back to the task at hand, please.” The flame villain grumbled, returning to his position near the mixing bowl.

With a proud smile, Hawks strode to the cabinet to grab his salt container, and a set of measuring spoons. God, he was too cocky for his own good.

As Hawks was lining up to pour the salt into the teaspoon, the villain pinched his sides. The man jumped with a yelp as about a tablespoon worth of the ingredient fell into the batter.

“Oh, you dick!” Keigo was immediately on the defense, eyes ablaze with rage, “Now we have to start all over!”

“Oh no! You dropped some! What happened?” Dabi faked innocence.

“You are a quarter second away from being punted out of my goddamn window.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It fuckin’ should be.”

“Well, I don’t understand why this is such a big deal? I thought the cake needed salt? What did you do wrong?”

“Your fucking mom.” The male grumbled absentmindedly.

“That’s it!”

With a look of horror, Hawks took off from the kitchen. His socked feet bounded around his apartment, clearing corners with the help of his slippery momentum. “I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it! It was a natural reaction!”

“I know for shit sure that you meant it, Feathers!” Dabi called in reply, hot on Hawks’ heels.

“I really didn’t! It slipped oUT-“ tripping on his own ottoman, Keigo smacked his face onto his loveseat, subsequently falling onto it.

“You fucking idiot.” Dabi said through a fit of laughter. “How do you not see the furniture that you set up yourself?”

Holding his forehead, the winged-hero stuck his tongue out. “How do you take offense to a your mom joke?”

Neither knew how it happened, but the villain’s body moved faster than his brain did. Before he knew it, the black-haired male had sat on his partner’s waist, and held his wrists over his head with one hand.

Dabi wore a menacing smile, as Hawks wore a look of terror. Was this how he died? Was he going to be killed in cold blood over a your mom joke?

Instead, he felt a single finger trace around his stomach. Not expecting the long-forgotten feeling, giggles bubbled from his throat.

“Ohoho this is rich, Birdie!” The villain teased, “As if you couldn’t get even more interesting!”

“Dabi, don’t you dare.” Hawks hissed, eyeing the wiggling fingers that dared to come in close contact with his torso. “Do not fucking t-touch me- nohohoho!”

“Aww, you’re so precious!” The villain cooed as he gently pinched at his partner’s sides.

“Dahahabihihi! Dohohohont!”

“Don’t? But this is so much more fun than baking a cake for the boss.”

“C’monohohon! Thihihis ihihisnt lihihihike yohohou!”

The black-haired male beamed at the laughing hero beneath him. Oh what a power play this was. “To put my enemy into submission? This is totally like me.” He moved his hand up to spider under Hawks’ arms.

“NGH- DAHAHABI!” Keigo’s eyes were squeezed shut, face flushed from embarrassment. He couldn’t exactly hide his face in his hands, since he was a little… trapped. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? Keep going? Move spots? Stop? You have to be very specific with what you want, Birdie.”

“IHIHI DOHOHONT KNOHOHOW!”

“You don’t know what you want? Maybe I just need to help wake your brain up!” With that, the villain brought his hand down to ever-so-gently prod at his partner’s ribcage.

“DABIDABIDABI-DAHAHAHABIHIHI! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! MOHOHOHOVE SPOHOHOHOTS!”

“Oh dear, Feathers, you’re so ticklish here!”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Am I embarrassing you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up!” Dabi chirped, adding the slightest amount more pressure.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAY OKAY! THAHAHATS ENOHOHOHOUGH!”

“Are you sure?”

“YEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAP!”

When the magic word was uttered, Dabi released his victim instantly. “You okay, kid?”

“I… I am… I’m only a y-year… younger-“ the hero sputtered through panting breaths. “You, dick.”

“Ah, you’re back.” The villain chimed, “I didn’t kill ya’, did I?”

“Nah. Just… glad you stopped when you did.”

“Running out of stamina? Some hero you are.” Dabi scoffed.

“And your revenge tactic was to tickle the shit out of me. Some villain you are.”

With a cocky smile, the black-haired male looked fondly upon his partner. “Any last words?”

Keigo inhaled sharply, closing his eyes. He reflected on how vulnerable of a position he was in, ultimately giving up on survival. Oh well, he’s lived long enough.

With a hushed whisper, he uttered “Your mom.”

And as the winged-hero predicted, Dabi’s hand lowered back onto his ribs and showed no mercy; cake long forgotten as Hawks’ frantic laughter echoed off of the walls.

After all, no good joke shall go unpunished…

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

#cutesy confections #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #dabi #hawks #dabihawks #hotwings #mha dabi #mha hawks #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #dabi x hawks #hawks x dabi #keigo takami #takami keigo #mha tickle #mha tickle fic #bnha tickle #bnha tickle fic #my hero academia tickle #my hero academia tickle fic #t content #anime #anime tickle #anime tickle fic

[gold-rhine]

what visions would you assign to the FMA cast?

oh, and are you into crossovers (like in general)?

i like categorizing things into things, so im into crossovers in this sense, of like, how would this character function\need to be redesigned if put into this different setting. but i dont actually care about like. mash aus of idk, jack frost\elsa frozen ship or smth

Ed seems like an easy pyro pick, but smth doesnt click for me. like yeah hes very driven, child genius etc etc, but hes not xiangling or ash from pokemon, you know what i mean? his goal is not to become the best in alchemy. hes driven to uncover the truth, and alchemy is best tool to do so. pyro also have theme of guiding lights, and he's really not that lol. like his legend could be inspiring to ppl, but when they meet him, everyone is like what is this lil goblin lol. like mei actually cried when she met him in person bc of how dissapointed she was. and his end gamne is giving up alchemy alltogether and pursuing knowledge thru experiencing more of the world. so im gonna say dendro. also, he doesnt actually look down on ther ppl, but comes off as know it all asshle anyway, which is huge alhaitham vibes

Al is kazuha of fma. what else is there to say

winry is im gonna say geo. shes not the heart i think, bc thats al, but shes roots of the siblings, keeping them tethered to the past des[pite ed dramatically burning house. and she is the center of community, like in the epilogue we see how rockbell shop grows, gathers more and more ppl with winry as the leader girlboss. therews an argument to be made about her being pyro tho. but i do think shes more community oriented than just automail innovation

mustang is cryo, easy. hates himself for war crimes, pretends to be shallow womanizer to appear non-threatening, actually ruthless manipulator, only him and his squad against the world

riza is anemo. like... tatooo burned. letting go of past connections, reinventing yourself after your world is up-ended

ling is hydro. like if raiden had a race to get other archon's gnosis just after his parents died or smth thats what ayato would be.

lan fan is either geo or electro. hmm. geo probably, looking at her grandpa and ties to heritage

scar is abyss herald, but not associated with abyss order, hes basically jacob from Narzissenkreuz Ordo, and his brother is rene. like hes read his brother research into abyss, ate some dead god flesh and hes out there for revenge

olivier armstrong and her brother are both geo. heritage repping, community, deep mountain roots growing high etc

izumi is electro. she just has this huge fuck u im living by my own rules and i reject your expectations and judgement energy like beidou and kuki

#rhine talks

[forthedancingandthethriving]

The Abyss: He's not that stupid, is he?

Juliano: *takes its deal while having a mental break and believing that if he does this, it won't affect anyone else he loves*

Abyss: *looks into the camera, eyebrows raised*

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Juliano, watching shadows grab him: I'm about to do what's called a pro-gamer move.

Phobos, softly: Don't.

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Luigi: Mario was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Mario: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Luigi: Mario, you ate the kitchen.

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Tulip, rummaging through her old desk: I remember when I was little, my mom said that I couldn't get my tetanus shot unless I got perfect marks on every assignment leading up to that day.

SMG7: What.. what did you do?

Tulip, tossing up papers that all have perfect marks on them: FUCKING STUDIED, I GUESS.

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Melony: I slept for almost 12 hours, but I might still be tired, so let's go for 12 more just in case.

Meggy: Melony, that's a coma.

Melony: Sounds festive.

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Luigi: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Bob: I'm as sure as I am honest.

Luigi: In that case, we're definitely lost.

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SMG4: Lily, keep an eye on Coding today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Lily: Sure, I’d love to see LC get punched.

SMG4: Try again.

Lily, sighing: I will stop LC from getting punched.

----

Meggy: I'm so tough, I'm on alert even when there's no danger!

Dr. Avis: That's PTSD.

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Dr. Pheobe: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

Juliano: Thank you!

Dr. Pheobe: I didn't say that was a good thing.

Juliano: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

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SMG3: Do you really think they can handle preheating the oven?

Forum: I would hope so!

*The sound of the kitchen lighting on fire, followed by Domain's cursing and Meggy's shrieking, can be heard*

Forum: *slowly crushes the object he's holding* .. I have a sudden passion project for putting Meme Logic into an actual body, tying it up, and hitting it with a wrecking ball.

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Irene: How do you usually get them all focused on something whenever you have something else to do?

Juliano: Watch.

Juliano, to the rest of the Avatars: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Avatars: *immediately begin arguing*

Irene, watching in horror: Oh, this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

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Lil Coding: I think Houdini did something like this once!If I remember right, he was out of the hospital in no time!

Cody, deadpan: Well, that's encouraging.

#the abyss #avatar: juliano #phobos the abyssling #smg4 luigi #smg4 mario #avatar: tulip #smg: smg7 #smg4 melony #meggy spletzer #bob bobowski #smg4 #oc: lily #oc: dr avis #dr pheobe astrik #smg3 #usb: smg4 #avatar: irene #code: lil coding #oc: cody #incorrect quotes

[possumkingluca]

dumb quotes from the strixhaven and now homebrewed after graduation campaign i'm in that i think about a lot with context only when it's necessary (and some from the campaign groupchat and conversations i have had with other members or the DM): "If you don't make a move I'll date him" (the person saying this had a boyfriend.) "Taste the rainbow bitch"

"I BECAME A ROTISSERIE CHICKEN" "FUCK YOU MELENTOR" "I hope the latex gets caught in your throat" "I wish my biological parents ate me" "A necromancer never dies" (right before dying) "I HAVE A PIPE BOMB" "We're going to drag Grayson out of his office by his ankles" (right before finding him tied up in a closet and finding out he has been being tortured for SIX FUCKING MONTHS) "I want to crack Grayson's spine like a glowstick" (Unrelated to previous quote and also completely unprompted) "That is NOT a kobold, that is john from lit 101" "Just pocket change to you guys" (1,000 PLATINUM???) "Go play with your boy toy of a lizard" "Stop running away and give me a fair fight" (person saying this literally was incapable of taking damage. I am not exaggerating. we had no other choice than to run away like sissy little babies because WE COULD NOT DAMAGE HIM.) "YOU LEFT ME IN THE SAND"

"Should've put it in a wig" (zombie) "He's gonna call me a whole swear word :(" "Mr. Alex I don't feel so good" (while becoming a rock) "You'll never amount to anything" (uncalled for)

"Not if i'm fast enough" (frequent) "Stop bullying the blind guy" (FREQUENT) "The seahorse fortnite dances" "WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A DISEASED MR BEAN" "We need to take away this guy's balls" "You forgot Alex's half shaven beard" "Get out of my house" (frequent) "Slaad jerky" "Teeth chandelier" "Aero works on something with Nora, Alex has a heartwarming moment, Alok.. cuts his hand open, AND RAMPART'S GOING TO WAR." "Friendship ended with KACKLES Now MINA'S CREATURE FROM THE ABYSS is my best friend" "Fuck you" "I'd rather not see that" "azazel kinda hot, hopefully quentillius's type" "🤨" "YOU ARE NOT TAXIDERMYING AN ENTIRE ADULT DRAGON AND PUTTING IT ON MY HOUSE" "Funeral Outfit" "You look drop dead gorgeous" (actual compliment) "Don't patronize me." "We're just discussing how Azazel doesn't have any friends" "OH GODS HE WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE FROGS" "FOR GRANDMAAAAAAAAAA" "STOP MAKING DRAZHOMIR CRY" (FREQUENT) "...do you think quentillius would care if I trashed his dorm and left a puddle of blood on the carpet?" "YEAH?" "Quenzazel" "you are not supposed to encourage this" "You want to kiss him ON THE LIPS" "Aurora's the only one who won't psychoanalyze me" "I WANT MY FRIENDS BACK" "Is this Rampart's friend?" "NO" "He's fine-" "Oh thank god" "But-" "NO." "Don't eat it" (frequent) "I have interacted with Larine like 4 times and we are best friends" "I almost died saving a man I knew for 5 minutes" "Me and Urzmaktok are out of a job! :D Strixhaven shut down! :D" i will add more. that is a threat.

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #strixhaven a curriculum of chaos #strixhaven dnd #strixhaven #dnd quotes #this campaign is going to be the death of me #got some obscure ones on there #some of these I forgot about #most are from the actual campaign #a good chunk from discord messages #and a few from actual in person conversations #help us! #also why are so many of these bullying my character (azazel) #or quentillius #the dm will see this #and i will be bullied

[cdyssey]

Yellowjackets 2.04 Reactions:

Past!Taivan being divided over how they feel about Lottie. :(

Adult Tai experiencing whatever Shadow Tai is doing like an out-of-body, dissociative experience. So, so harrowing. The quick VHR static edits really help to emphasize the jarring nature of it too.

ALSO, Jessica Roberts, my beloved!!!! I miss her.

I SAW SOMEWHERE THAT ALANIS MORISSETTE COVERED THE NEW INTRO. ICONIC. SMASHING. STELLAR!! Lauren Ambrose and Simone in the intro now!! Yes!!!

Shauna not being able to look Jeff in the eye while she’s lying to him is so funny, lmao. And then Jeff lying to her about overhearing cops at the gym. Fail marriage. <3 They’re falling to their old habits of not communicating with each other.

“You’re right. I should have just run around in a ski mask—also in public. Blackmailing people.” Melanie Lynskey, I love you.

NATALIE LEANING IN THE DOOR JUMPSCARE, HELP. MA’AM. WHY ARE YOU STANDING LIKE THAT. Lmfao, Nat has been in that outfit for, like, three days now. Those leather pants cannot be comfortable. My god.

That lingering shot of Lottie and Nat’s hands as Lottie gave her the keys. 😵‍💫 I’m actually quite delusional about them now. I think they should tenderly kiss and/or hatefuck.

“If Taissa and Shauna have both been kidnapped, I’m going to be very, very annoyed.” ANDNNSSNSJWJSIDS.

“I’m honored that I seem to be your favorite Yellowjacket.” QKOQWKJDKWWJ.

YES AT MISTY BEING A SWEENEY TODD ENJOYER. That is so right.

I don’t think Walter is making it out of this season alive, lmfao, but what he and Misty have going on is so good. OH, GOD, Misty and Crystal singing the same song. 😭 For the record, I don’t think she’s making it out of the woods either.

NOT MARI ACCUSING COACH BEN. GIRL, YOU’RE NEVER BEATING THE PIT GIRL ALLEGATIONS.

Ben just straight up asking if the girls would have ate him.

Oooogh, more tensions in the cabin over the supernatural vs. rationality split. It’s important to note that Lottie is very uncomfortable at being thrust into the fore by Mari. This is also the first time that Shauna verbally stakes her claim in the skeptics side. God, poor Lottie—she doesn’t want this.

Nat being really gentle with Lisa and trying to help her see through some of the compound’s bullshit. Ugh, it reminds me of that moment last season when she coached Kevyn’s kid during his game. I love her.

Lottie at the therapist/psychiatrist’s(?) office. The way she so nervously plays with her fingers. The slight crack in her voice. The tears in her eyes. God, I’m so fucking unwell.

“Lottie doesn’t need a gun.” Mari, shut up. 😭

Both adult Lottie and teen Lottie being utterly unmoored the way they are in this episode is horribly sad. As of right now, some of the girls are looking to teen Lottie for guidance, while adult Lottie is desperately wanting something to ground her.

LMFAO, the cut from Shauna realizing that Callie’s been lying to her about going to Iliana’s to immediately snooping through her daughter’s closet. So dirty. So unhinged. Ooh, at her finding the burnt Adam ID.

Ugh, that fucking detective is still flirting with her, EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS SHE’S UNDERAGED. I hope Shauna roasts him on a spit. He’s probably going to be the reason why Shauna/Jeff get away bc of how stupid he’s being.

Mommy-daughter bonding time!!! This is all I’ve ever wanted!!!!!!!!!

Misty being so disgusted by Walter’s condiment habits. So, so funny.

“Excuse me. Do you know about the cult with the purple people?” AKQKQKSJSNSJWIEDJSJ.

“Yes, they’re awful tippers.” KQOQOQOQIEDUDJDID.

Oh, God. Tai is just straight up walking the roads now. I fear for her. She is SO unwell. And I think about her progression from S1, Ep. 1 to now. She used to be the most outwardly put together of the core four. Had the family. Had the money. Had the lucrative career. And now look at her—you can see it in her lined eyes and the unfocused way that she walks. She has gone past the point of spiraling. She is in the abyss.

Mari continuing to hear things that the others don’t... love her and Akilah’s friendship. 🥺

A little mouse!!! Now Akilah has an animal emblem! Rabbits for Shauna. The moose for Nat. Wolves and Tai. Deers and Lottie. Birds and Misty?

Lottie making a blood sacrifice to the hollow. Hhhgh. That musical sting while she was doing so was brutal.

The Fourteenth Gilly!!! ANAJJDJDNSND, NATALIE CUPPING HER FACE ON THE COUCH.

Shauna taking her daughter out to the middle of nowhere with no cellphone reception. <33 Just mother-daughter things.

Shauna being truthful about killing Adam. God. HER TEMPORARILY FORGETTING THAT HE WASN’T THE BLACKMAILER. It’s kind of funny and kind of harrowing, the way that these events are blurred to her. It speaks so much to the way she processes trauma.

“Shoot, yes. Kind of.” AKQKWOOQOQOWJDJDJENS. Melanie Lynskey, we’re getting you that Emmy.

“They did… we did things out there that… we’re really ashamed of. And sorry, I know—maybe one day I can talk to you about it, but for now, um, can that just be enough?” Oh, God. This line. The way that Shauna distances herself from the Yellowjackets at first because compartmentalizing is historically how she copes, but then she revisits the statement. She includes herself, but it’s too hard to talk about. You can see the utter pain in her face as she looks away. And you can also see in Callie’s microgestures that this is genuinely one of the first—if not the very first—time her mother has every willingly broached what happened in those woods. And she’s so hurt for her mom. She’s one of the few people who has identified that Shauna is hurting. I’m sick.

God, poor Callie Sadecki. Her mom’s a killer and her father is a blackmailer. No one is allowed to hate this very normal teenaged girl with fucked up parents.

The symbol-marked trees aligning to actually form the symbol. Oh, God.

Ben and Paul. 😭 Oh, Paul is Ben’s first boyfriend. I’m so tender. LET COACH LIVE.

Lisa at her mom: “I love you even when you try to control me.” Jesus fucking Christ.

NAT FUCKING PUTTING THAT GOLDFISH IN HER FUCKING MOUTH. I LOVE AN UNHINGED QUEEN.

“Is this where the purple people are?” WKWKWOWOOWIEJDWJ.

“Tell her I didn’t want us to fucking starve!” GO, MISTY!!!

Leonard. 😭😭

The direction in this episode is so stunning. Lottie going through that arch of white light and then it become elevator doors closing. So good.

THE MUTED THEME SONG IN THE MALL. ALL THE GIRLS EATING TOGETHER. I’M SO UPSET,

LAURA LEE. THAT’S HER GIRLFRIEND.

“Lottie, if you don’t get out of here, you’re gonna die.” 😭 Laura Lee still trying to protect her beyond the grave. I actually have tears in my eyes.

GODDAMMIT, THE MOOSE. NATALIE CRYING. I’M SO FUCKED UP. SO FUCKED UP.

Natalie pushing away the shot. 😭 She’s invested in Lisa. Oh, I’m so, so tender.

MISTY AND WALTER SPLIT SCREEN PARALLELS. SO GOOD. I JUST KNOW THIS MAN ISN’T LIVING. GOD.

“We only have one kid, and as parents, it’s part of our job, we have to protect her, we have to shield her from making the same shitty mistakes we made, Shauna. To throw our fucking bodies in front of her if that’s what we have to do, and what, you’re telling me that you’ve… you’ve made her an accomplice?” THIS MAN DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT THE BABY IN THE WOODS. OTHERWISE, HE WOULDN’T BE FUCKING SAYING THAT, RIGHT? IF HE DOES KNOW, DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“We are lying to everyone, okay, everyone we know. I don’t want to do that to our own daughter.” The vulnerability in Shauna’s voice. So many fascinating layers here. Objectively, Jeff is right—making Callie an accomplice is harrowing. But what’s happening in the subtext is that Callie wants to desperately to connect with her parents, her mom especially, and vice fucking versa!! So it’s fucked up that it’s happening this way, and it’s fucked up that Shauna sounded more like a teenager in that conversation by the car, and it’s fucked up that Callie is so accepting, but that is the literal point here. This family was founded upon deep and unspeakable trauma, and they have to continually grapple with that.

Anyway, Sadecki family bonding moments. <33 I love a family who does crime together and they’re all messed up beyond comprehension.

Shauna tenderly filling Nat’s tub with water. 😭

Oh, my fucking God. The Lottie and Nat tub scene. Sobbing. They’re just kids.

Lottie having a reaction to a Queen card with the eyes scratched out. The girls 100% drew cards to see who the fuck was gonna be hunted.

LOTTIE, LOVE, WHERE ARE YOU TAKING THAT BIG ASS KNIFE?

OH, GOD, SHE’S OFFERING BLOOD SACRIFICES AGAIN. The tears in her eyes.

“Can this just be enough? Please?”

FUCKING JAVI?!

Van exposing Taissa’s preternatural ability. Hhhhgh. Things aren’t looking good for Vantai in the woods.

WHILE YOU WERE STREAMING. AaqkqkkwkqowsksniwiwJQJEJD.

Tai adjusting her hair, even though she clearly hasn’t seen a bed in a week. Go, girl failure. Get ur woman.

ADULT VAN. SOBBING. CRYING SCREAMING. SHE LOOKS SO GOOD.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #s: yellowjackets #maggie blogs #SHOW OF ALL TIME

[salsflore]

sfw self shipping alphabet w/ childe for mikachi anniv! be warned this is incredibly long because... 26 questions and i might’ve gotten a bit carried away. post

(A)CTIVITIES ― What do they like to do with S/I? How do they spend their free time with them?

i think ajax would really like to spar or train with her because he’s fucking crazy but since he knows they wouldn’t enjoy it, he’d be fine doing.. literally anything else, even like, just existing in their presence while they each do their own thing. that’s good enough for him.

(B)EAUTY ― What do they admire about s/i? What do they think is most beautiful about them?

everything because i am perfect and god-like in his eyes (idk i just cba to come up with anything)

(C)OMFORT ― How would they help s/i if they feel down/have a panic attack/etc.? How often do THEY need comfort? Do they accept comfort easily?

i think he’d stick to her pretty closely when she’s feeling upset :) i tend to distance myself whenever i get in a mood (which! probably isn’t very helpful) so he’d stay and hold her whenever it happens, but wouldn’t try to verbally comfort her. just staying like that, in silence, until she feels like talking about it.

for childe... if he’s just feeling upset or grumpy then he’ll also distance himself, however, unlike me, he actually appreciates the alone-ness and will usually feel fine after sulking a little in private. if he’s having a panic attack or feeling anxious then it’d be the opposite: he can’t bear being alone and wants to be held tightly, to be reassured, etc.

initially he was pretty reluctant or just hid his issues from her, but over time he’s gotten better at asking for, and receiving, help.

(D)REAMS ― How do they picture their future with s/i?

he doesn’t really plan or look forward to anything, he simply takes it day by day with them, and doesn’t enjoy being swept up in any fantasies, lest he get disappointed. probably originally had one in mind, but realized it wasn’t possible, so he let go of it.

(E)QUAL ― Are they the more dominant or passive one in the relationship?

i don’t really know but i guess dominant?? he’d take charge because i couldn’t possibly xoxo

(F)IGHT ― Would they easily forgive s/i if they hurt their feelings? What are they like when they argue?

depends on in what way? like “you ate my food without asking” or “you just killed my entire family” like!! but i guess generally, for the simpler things, yes? he doesn’t like to hold onto grudges for too long, i don’t think.

as for arguing... if he’s already pent up with his own issues, then he might be prone to lashing out without thinking, since he feels especially hurt. most of the time, he prefers to de-escalate or avoid arguments with her as much as possible, which can come off as dismissive.. when it’s unavoidable and they do end up arguing, he’d probably internally freak out and assume the worst of the outcome??

(G)RATITUDE ― How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what s/i does for them, and do they make a point to thank them?

i’d like to think he’s pretty grateful now that he has someone to call ‘home.’ probably won’t make a big show of it or outright tell her (he knows i’d strangle him) there are just moments where he looks at me and appreciates me in silence ... :)

(H)ONESTY ― Do they have secrets they hide from s/i? Or do they share everything?

he’s usually open about most things, but — and you’d think being his wife would make it so this isn’t the case — i think he does harbor a few. the most major being what happened to him in those three months in the abyss ++ he initially hid the fact he was a harbinger, but later revealed it to her ^_^ she was like "ummm ok" childe also Tries to hide all his dealings associated with the fatui and whatever but. doesn’t always work

(I)NSPIRATION ― Did s/i inspire them to change somehow, or is it the other way around?

i made him worse. jokes aside no, i don’t think so?? if he were to change for the better would that mean leaving the fatui and no longer trying to take over the world. dude’s just like that its ok

(J)EALOUSY ― Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

sort of, but it stems more from his own fear of abandonment & insecurity rather than a lack of trust in her loyalty? if that makes any sense . . anyways he’d usually keep it to himself and kind of just >:| a little, but she’ll inevitably notice and they get to work it out :3

(K)ISS ― Are they a good kisser? What was their first kiss with s/i like?

i guess?? but god the first one was so awkward i think. they were each other’s first kiss (because i’m ill) and he was pretty awkward about it. i get a little silly thinking abt him being nervous and AGHHH.....!!

(L)OVE CONFESSION ― Did they confess to s/i, or was it the other way around? How would they confess?

i confessed to him actually, then got rejected at first because he didn’t want to risk being attached to anyone but oh well !! if he were the one to confess. well. i don’t know actually LOL

(M)ARRIAGE ― Do they want to get married? How would they propose, or would they prefer s/i proposes? What would the marriage be like?

he does! they were talking about it and he asked her what she'd do if he, hypothetically, DID propose. she responded positively and ajax then decides to just ... pop the question right then and there. he wasn't really thinking errr

for the actual wedding ceremony, they didn't have one, but they still plan on celebrating it in some way, with his family involved this time.

(N)ICKNAMES ― What do they call s/i? How do they feel about pet/nicknames?

oh em gee i love the thought of snezhnayan (russian basically) pet names but also i think he’d be pretty basic. seems like a “babe” or “honey” guy. he’d mostly default to just using her name, though! i think he’d enjoy pet / nicknames (so long as they’re not sickeningly sweet) but the most he ever gets out of me is “ajax.” maybe a little ‘my -’ before his name if i’m feeling nice

(O)N CLOUD NINE ― What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

i think it’d be pretty subtle at first. the only hints you’d get are an averted gaze or a faint blush. once his silly crush begins to develop into something a little deeper, he’ll force himself to distance himself from her, maybe get a little cold and avoidant, which she’ll misunderstand as him disliking her or something lol

(P)DA ― Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag about s/i and/or their relationship to others, or are they more reserved/shy about it?

given that he’s pretty prideful, he probably does. to his subordinates, especially. #sorry

(Q)UIRK ― What's a random quirk they have that impacts the relationship?

his criminal activity + thirst for blood but it’s fine. honestly? thats a non-issue. ignore that

(R)OMANCE ― How romantic are they? What would they do to make s/i happy? Are they cliché or rather creative?

in his head he might be somewhat of a suave, romantic gentleman but in reality his best effort would probably be like.. cliché one liners he read in a book one time. its ok. he tries his best to keep it fun and exciting for them both

(S)AFE ― Do they feel protected when they're with s/i? Do they like to keep s/i safe?

he doesn’t feel the need to worry about his safety, but sometimes worries about hers. its reasurring when she’s right beside him :) this is starting to sound a lot like 𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 omfg

(T)HRILL ― Do they feel the need to try out new things to spice up the relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

he’s content with the way things are, but wouldn’t mind trying out new things?? whatever this means

(U)NDERSTANDING ― How well do they understand s/i's emotions? Can they anticipate how s/i will feel about certain things? Are they empathetic?

he knows her enough to tell how she’s feeling most of the time (accurately-enough) since he’s gotten used to her tells, but i don’t think he’s actually very empathetic. can he Anticipate it? probably not.

(V)ALUE ― How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?

it is one of the most important things in his life — of course, including his family and... the tsaritsa herself. don’t ask him who’s more important out the two, that’d just lead to an argument xo

(W)ILD CARD ― Give us a random fluff headcanon!

he SOO keeps a little trinket or photo with him wherever he goes. maybe in his wallet or his pocket. in a modern au... she’s his wallpaper

(X)OXO ― Are they very affectionate? What are their views on physical affection (kissing, cuddles, etc.)?

really likes to hug and kiss and cling onto her, but its not a 24/7 thing, its mostly just when he’s tired from work and doesn’t really wanna talk, just snuggle for a little while :3

(Y)EARNING ― How do they cope when they're missing s/i?

NOBODY make fun of me but i’d like to think, when he’s struggling to fall asleep without her, he hugs a pillow and pretends its her. i mean what. haha i didn’t say anything??

(Z)EAL ― What kind of lengths are they willing to go to for the relationship?

no limits (unless its like "hey go punch the tsaritsa") i’d say crazy enough to kill people and take over the world but the thing is he’s always been like that. he’s a weirdo.

#sleepy. #⠀monoceros caeli ✦ 21.11⠀

[hepaidattention]

caves

Kie said they lived in a cave together, and i took it as very specifically just them, so I had to write this.

sleeping in caves was never something Kie thought she'd ever find herself doing. It was especially not something she thought she'd find herself getting used to, let alone finding it comforting in a weird way.

the sound of the waves clashing against the rocks and shore was her white noise, and the sound of her best friend's steady breathing was her peace of mind. sure, they were all trapped on an deserted island with little chance of ever finding a way back home, but they were alive. they all breathed the same air, they all ate the same food, they all laughed at the same jokes, and they all lived as one. they were a family. and the sound of air leaving and entering their lungs brought her so much peace, knowing they were here, always here, even when hope felt lost sometimes.

sleeping was hard for her, no matter how much comfort she found in hearing them breathe. don't get her wrong, the sight of the wide open, starlit sky was never a view she could get tired of. yet, it wasn't something she likes to see when trying to fall asleep. she normally loved looking out into the never ending ocean, or gazing up into the abyss of a sky. however, when she was trying to sleep, it only reminded her of how small they were, and how little and insignificant things are often forgotten. Kie didn't want to be forgotten. she wanted to be found, she wanted to be saved, she wanted to make a difference.

yet, sometimes being stuck here forever wasn't so bad. at least she had her friends by her side.

"fuck off, you jackass of a…" JJ muttered in his sleeve. he was sound asleep, right at Kie's side. he didn't seem to leave her side much now and days and she wouldn't deny that she loved every second of it. sometimes she thought to herself, "if I have to be stuck here forever, at least I have JJ." sometimes she even thinks about leaving this island, and knowing if they ever go home, everything will change again. then she decides this island forever sounds like paradise - because she doesn't want things to change between them again.

every night, when everyone huddles by the fire and falls asleep to the glow of the night sky, Kie stays awake wondering about her parents, her school, her old life. she needs solitude to find peace of mind. so one night after everyone fell asleep, she got up and walked to the cave everyone retreated to in the hottest days or the stormiest ones. she laid down on the cool, sandy ground and closed her eyes. however, her eyes shot open moments later to see JJ walking up into the cave beside her.

"hey," he whispered, concern written over his features.

"hey," she said back, a small smile in return.

"couldn't sleep either, huh?"

her smile grew a little bigger and she shook her head no. he sat down beside her, arms propping up his upper half as his legs laid out in front of him. she sat up beside him, holding her legs to her chest as she said, "sometimes everything's just too … big, you know? freaks me out. gets me thinking so much I start spiraling."

"I get that. can't say I blame ya."

"what about you?" she nudged his shoulder with her own, "what's keeping you awake?"

he shrugged, and the way his shoulders moved and his gaze drifted off, she realized there was something significant bothering him. but this was JJ, he would never admit that. so, he said, "Pope's snorings got me thinking I'm being chased by some kind of rabid bear just about every time I enter any kinda dream state." He added a little smirk to his lips, giving her the quickest of grins when he met her gaze. God it made her want to kiss him. but how do you tell your best friend you want to kiss them? she's been asking herself that for ages now. being friends with a bunch of boys who all had crushes on her was always fine with her because she never had any interest in liking them back. yet, JJ just kind of snuck up on her. he hit on her time and time again when they were younger and Kie always blew him off - but then one day he just kinda stopped, and suddenly she realized just how much she hated not having it. and when his attention went to other girls, she found herself often getting more and more upset about him flirting with them. it wasn't before long that she realized she liked him, she was just too stubborn to notice it when he was right in front of her offering himself up.

God, then she just decided it was just her. she just liked all the guys. it wasnt just a JJ thing, she just loved them all so much that sometimes lines got blurred. she could kiss any of these boys and it would all make sense in some kind of way. John B kissed her and she thought fuck, I hated that. then Pope confessed his feelings and she thought fuck, I really hated that. and all of those reasons for hating it was because it wasn't JJ kissing her or confessing his undying love for her and that really made her angry. so, she went for it. Pope liked her, she loved Pope, and love was love right? only, it wasn't, and after her biggest mistake, she could think of only one person despite trying everything not to. it didn't matter who she kissed, she always just wished it was JJ and she hated herself for it even more because JJ was an idiot. he did stupid shit all the time and got himself into stupid shit all the freaking time and god he drove her absolutely insane and yet she didn't want to spend another day without him beside her ever again.

so here he was, watching the waves beat across the shore and the moon cast a light on the beach in a special way, and she silently prayed to herself that he didn't leave her. she scooted to his side and she noticed the look he was making. it was the one that usually said shit I wish I had some weed right now. one he always made when he wanted to punch something or do something reckless because he was just so tired and he felt so broken and all she could ever do was share a joint with him and give him a hug. but now, now he was just forced to live in silence with his thoughts.

she thought about asking him what was wrong, but she knew he'd just lie and say he was hunky dory or some shit. so she grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers together tight. he looked down at their hands like the sight was something of a dream, and then he met her eyes and his expression said everything. no matter how far away JJ ran, he could never escape his ghosts. Kie said nothing, she just laid her head onto his shoulder, and together they looked out into the moonlit waters.

they fell asleep in that cave that night, Kie lying on his chest, his arms tightly wound around her like she was his safety blanket. they woke up the next morning and said nothing about it, yet every night after that they found themselves back in that cave, sleeping beside each other, needing each other's presence to feel safe and secure.

and that brought her back to the present, JJ jumping in his sleep, and Kie staring up at the ceiling of the cave thinking about him the same way she hasn't been able to stop thinking about him since they got on this beach.

JJ flinched and Kiara jumped a little, his spasming a little more lively than most nights. the only nights JJ ever slept soundly was when she slept close to him - holding his hand, hugging him, his head resting on her stomach. but she couldn't allow that to be a regular thing, she only did that when he was visibly upset or when his nightmares woke him up. if she allowed them to cuddle every night, well Kie would start to lose her composure every time he took off his shirt to go for a swim right in front of her. she already struggled, good God he was beautiful.

"Stop," JJ shrieked in his sleep. "Please, please stop," he whimpered. Her heart pounded hard in her chest and she looked over to see tears running down his sleeping face. Kie thought about waking him up, but he had nightmares almost every night - sometimes she thought he deserved sleep over escape from his dreams. she never knew which was better for him, but she usually still caved and woke him anyway. "No mom, please," he cried. Kie couldn't do it anymore. She reached for his arm but before she even made contact, JJ lunged forward in a bellowing cry. Kie quickly followed behind him and she saw his eyes open now, his cry turning into a sob, his face falling into his hands, his hands falling into his knees.

"shh, shhh," Kiara wrapped her arm around him, her chin resting on his shoulder as she massaged his back in soft circular motions. "it's okay, Jayj, it was just a dream," she said soothingly. "it's okay, I'm here. you're safe." He blindly grabbed her hand then, his grip tight. she placed a gentle, butterfly kiss on his shoulder blade. "you’re safe."

after a moment of JJ pulling himself back together, he wiped the tears from his face and gave her that soft little grin he assigned just for her. "You okay?" She asked.

"you don't gotta worry about ol' JJ. just haven't got the whole sleepin' peacefully thing down yet. work in progress."

"wanna talk about it?" She knew the answer, but she always asked.

"nah, just dreaming about that damn rabid bear again, nothing too severe." He wiped his eyes and sat up straight, breaking Kie from her hold on him.

"Jayj," she said softly, "it didn't sound like you were dreaming about bears."

"Yeah?" He was poking his finger in the sand now, drawing squares with his index finger and ovals with his thumb. "what'd it sound like then?"

"Well, you said mom at one point."

"gotta admit, that's a pretty weird name for a bear."

"JJ,"

"Kie," he looked at her like nothing ever happened, his shoulder shrugging his concerns away. "I'm fine now, alright? I don't even remember dreamin' at this point - that's how dreams go, ain't it? go in one ear and out the next, or somethin' like that."

"okay," She accepted defeat. JJ hardly ever even opened up to John B, and they've been friends much longer than she can even imagine. she had go let JJ come to her, she couldn't push or he would just run away.

Kie laid back down then, lying on her back to look up at nothing but cave and dirt. JJ laid back down too, but he went back down on his side and he faced away from her. he really thought she couldn't hear him as he sniffled to himself in the silence. Kie didn't even let him say anything as she wrapped her arm around his torso, her face pressed up against his shoulder again. JJ held her hand in his. they fell asleep like that, their bodies intertwined together until the sun broke the horizon, waking them up before everyone else wondered where they'd gone.

waking up was nothing new, finding JJs head lying on her stomach and her hand laced in his hair was a regular position nowadays. she combed through his hair without thought of her actions, sometimes twirling some of his strands around her index finger, her thumb brushing against his neck.

"How do you feel about a mornin' swim?" JJ voiced, awake on Kie's stomach unbeknownst to her. she never knew he could be that still. he lifted himself up and hovered over her, a grin on his face as big as the ocean itself. "c'mon, I'll beat you to it," JJ bounded up, peeling off his shirt and looking at her with wild hair. "well? you comin' or what?" He teased, racing to the beach before she could even fully stand.

"hey, cheater! you didn't even say go!" she called out after him, uncontrollably smiling from ear to ear as she watched him shout out his normal cheers before crashing into the waves.

Kie realized on this island, she wasn't sure when, but she realized at one point that she loved every single one of these idiots, and there was no doubt about it. but her love for JJ was different. there was more to it. she wanted more. she felt more and it was overwhelming sometimes, but it was also exhilarating. she loved JJ, but not like she loved John B or Pope or Sara, she loved him with parts of her heart she didn't even know could love. and she didn't know how to tell him she loved him more than she's ever loved anything before, without scaring him away. love, commitment, those were things JJ often refused to accept. he didn't think he deserved them. she guessed it was up to her to change his mind.

Kie took off her shorts, wearing just her bathing suit, and ran out into the ocean. she jumped onto JJ's back in the water and brought them both down to crash into the waves, laughing the entire way down.

the end

(yes I know they all had a sort of cave in s3 but I like to imagine jiara had their own shhhh)

#outer banks ff #jiara #jj x kie #my stories #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #jiara fanfic #jj x kie fanfic #outer banks s3

[mia-vazquez]

#huntsvilleintro

the basics;

FULL NAME: Mia Vazquez

NICKNAME: TBD

GENDER: Female

PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: Thirty-Nine

OCCUPATION: Watch Ranger (West)

RESIDENCE: The Town

RESIDENT or VISITOR: Visitor

CHILDREN: 1 son

HUNTER or GATHERER: N/A

TITLE: The Mama Bear

FACECLAIM: Aubrey Plaza

the bio;

(tw - postpartum depression mention)

mia vazquez is a puerto rican spitfire. there's no doubt about that. ever since she was a child, she wasn't shy is expressing herself. that quality stayed with her throughout her school and college years and into her adult life. bold, brazen and fiercely independent, she was determined to tell all of life's challenges to go fuck themselves and she did just that until she met nathaniel dawson.

meeting nathan was a game changer and she hated admitting that. mainly because what was only supposed to be some fun resulted in mia falling pregnant and nine months later their son rafael was born. she chose the name for it's meaning 'god's healer' since she felt it was fitting that the child had really done just that. he had healed her mindset of going through life alone, she couldn't imagine life without him. for a while it looked like the meaning was rubbing off on nathan as well, he had been trying to be clean and sober since rafa was born.

but mia was struggling. big time. she was a twenty-five year old mother who felt like she had no support as well as dealing with nathan working on getting clean and sober, she was slipping further and further into the abyss and she didn't know what to do. she was a mess, she had barely slept, she had barely ate and she had a constantly screaming child that wouldn't stop crying. she gave up everything for rafa but she needed something. anything.

one night she couldn't take it anymore and packed up her stuff, took rafa and went across country to her parents place in an attempt to get some help. like the rest of the universe at that time, they weren't any help and she quickly moved on, eventually settling in boston, massachusetts and got the help she needed with rafa. looking back on it now, she would've done it differently, she knows it wasn't fair to nathan, but it had been fourteen years since she last saw him, she didn't have any way to track him down.

her parents had recently passed and mia was on route to her parents place to clean out the family home to get it ready to put on the market. cutting through huntsville was the only way through to the next town, she had driven it loads of times when she was younger, the last time she drove the road was around 2009. it would be a breeze, a quick cut through and then straight on to her hometown...

other notes;

+ this is her arrival day in huntsville along with her son

+ rafa was born when nathan and mia were 25, he's now 14

+ has a dobermann called elmo - she left rafa name him when they got him as a puppy, okay???

the possible connections;

friends

besties

enemies

tour guide

flirtationship

neighbours

co-workers

customers

other parents

friends of nathaniel

open to any and all plots/connections & if you’d like to plot with mia or would even just have a chat, please feel free to drop me a message any time

will add to this as i go along but this is the general outline

#headcanon #huntsvilleintro