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yunhoszn · 28 days

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to hell with it

pairing jung wooyoung x f!reader word count 5k genres angst﹒smut﹒teeniest bit of fluff here and there warnings 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, all lowercase bc she was supposed to be short and vibey and… that just did not happen, mentions and use of weed, very strict parents, lowkey fuckboy wooyoung lol, lots of kissing, marking, scratching, wooyoung has a fascination with reader’s tits lol, nipple play, no real foreplay, unprotected sex, cowgirl and missionary style, dacryphilia, exhibitionism kinda, quite a few references to religious-ish themes, unrequited love in a sense? i got carried away im so sorry

summary you could draw several heaven-hell parallels from this moment in time, from the way wooyoung buries himself inside of you, and you always return to the idea that he’s straight from hell.

more ok… like i said… i got carried away oopsie 😝 this was a request from my lovely wife of 20+ years @juyofans <3 i’m sorry if i strayed too far from the original idea,,, it just happened ok 🙇 also a huge thank u to @bro-atz for betaing for me i LOVE U SO MUCH!! that’s all lets keep this note short and sweet :P reblog if u enjoyed!

@atzhouse

“shit.”

the curse slips from your mouth so naturally upon the discovery that your stash is completely finished. you rummage through the drawer one more time in case you might’ve missed something, but alas, you’ve run into the worst possible scenario. no more weed.

it’s not like you were dependent on it. but it was the end of a long week and it happened to be one of those days. an edible, a long rip from your bong, or a hit from a blunt wrapped with your pretty pink rolling paper sounded like fucking heaven right about now.

you still lived at home, though, and your parents had no clue that you dabbled with marijuana, so you had to keep everything hidden in your room. unfortunately, it was just too expensive to get your own place in this day and age. and despite the fear of getting caught deeply instilled in you, you were extremely desperate.

and well, desperate times called for desperate measures…

“hey, wooyoung…” you speak into the receiver.

your relationship with the guy was complicated. it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you. he’d been your plug for a couple years now, and his pretty face made it really hard not to develop a crush. every time you bought from him, you always tried to get a lot at once so you could space out how often you saw him to make things easier on your heart.

the two of you went to high school together, and the first time you reached out in regards to your secret habit was awkward. to say the least. all of your friends had purchased something from him at least once or twice, so they assured you that he was the real deal. but you had only ever mooched off of them and didn’t have the faintest idea what you were supposed to say or do. (what with having dictators for parents and the lot.)

you remember sending him a dm in the most cryptic way possible. he laughed it off, thinking about how cute it was that you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. but, like every other occasion in which you’d spoken to him, he had a girlfriend at the time. the first time it was haeun, then there was jisu, and it was kind of hard to keep up with the names after that. his patience was endearing, though, and it always left you wanting more out of your conversations. (which is, understandably, what attracted you to the guy.)

he was definitely not a one-partner, commitment type of guy, and that’s all you could ever want out of someone. you thought keeping distance to halt any feelings from growing was the smartest decision. if you didn’t get close to him, it would help squash whatever flame burned beneath your chest.

but now it was time for that little crush to unearth itself, as it does whenever you see him.

“hey, y/n, what’s up?” you can hear the smile in his voice, the one that has your insides melting and your panties nearly dropping to the floor in an instant. it’s almost cocky, like he was expecting your call. and he probably was, all things considered.

“um…“ you stop yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lip, tilting your head back. “are you free to do a drop right now?”

the digital clock on your nightstand read 9:28 PM and your parents wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, having left for the movies a little over an hour ago. (that was the only reason why you were even thinking of pulling something as idiotic as this.)

not even were you just not allowed to have boys over. you weren’t allowed to have people over period, at least not if your parents were out. in spite of being a grown adult, they still managed to enforce strict rules and curfews on you. you were breaking so many by making this fucking phone call.

Do Not Think About Talking To Boys Under Our Roof.

“yeah, actually. i have to do another in the area so that works out perfectly. i can be there in ten.” he answers and that stupid smile pops into your head again.

Absolutely No Strangers Allowed In The House Without Us Present.

“okay cool— wait, you remember my address?” your brow scrunch together, the confusion boiling up inside of you. he snorts, some shifting audible in the background.

No Alcohol Unless We Are Present, Absolutely No Drugs Allowed.

“yeah? why wouldn’t i?” he asks so nonchalantly, you almost miss it. “i’ll be there soon, babe.”

he ends the call before you can even say anything, still holding your phone to your ear. your jaw hangs open and heat begins to bloom behind your cheeks. this was exactly why you were avoiding him as long as possible. jung wooyoung was a natural flirt, and you were very delusional.

this was fine, right? all you had to do was exchange the goods and money, then send him on his way. it would be like nothing ever happened, like no one was ever here. your parents would be none the wiser and you could finally relax. it would be just like when you were sneaking around in high school, having him drop when you didn’t have a car—

fuck.

you could’ve just met him somewhere instead, huh? you didn’t have the issue of being car-less anymore. you could’ve told your parents you were running out to grab some things from the store and hid it in your bags in case they were home before you. could’ve done literally anything else except act this irrational.

This Is An Honest and Trustworthy Household â€” No Lying Will Be Tolerated.

maybe, subconsciously, you’ve been wanting to see him in this setting again. there was a thrill in breaking your parents rules. you supposed something special, something exciting sparked under your skin all those times you snuck into the backyard to meet with wooyoung through the side gate. but right now, you’re pacing inside your bedroom. this wasn’t the time to get poetic and reminisce about being a schoolgirl with a crush.

you were bulldozing through just about everything on your parents’ list of Do Nots and you feel like you should be more anxious about it. for some reason you’re less afraid of pissing them off. you’re entirely too concerned with looking good for wooyoung, and you don’t even hear the shrill sound of your phone ringing.

wooyoung’s contact lights up the screen, sending all sorts of panic signals to your brain. you severely underestimated how long ten minutes was, and also how long you’d been standing in front of the mirror gawking at yourself like a damn fish out of water. this was embarrassing. you were better than this, god, you were so much better than to lose yourself like this over a man. but jung wooyoung somehow made all rhyme and reason escape you like he was some sexy version of the pied piper.

before you realize it, your feet have carried you down the stairs and to the front door. on the other side stand wooyoung, his backpack slung over his shoulder. he’s dressed in a red zip up hoodies and some baggy jeans. his hair is longer than when you last saw him, long enough to have some of the strands tucked loosely behind his ears. you think you’re entranced by his visuals alone, and then he opens his mouth.

”told ya i remembered.” his words drip with that charisma that sucks you in further, deeper, into the chasm you kept trying to avoid.

”uh— c-come in,” you usher him into your house and up the stairs into your room, just in case. “my parents aren’t home, but i don’t know if my neighbors are watching or something. and just in case they get back earlier, it’s easier to hide you in here than anywhere else.”

wooyoung nods with a snort, eyes wandering around the bedroom you’ve had since you were two years old. he’s never been inside of your house before, much less inside of your room. it’s very you; various posters littering the walls, makeup and skincare products cluttered around your vanity, comfy-looking sheets.

Definitely No Boys Allowed In Your Room.

“you know, y/n, i was pleasantly surprised when you called,” he shrugs off his bag, setting it on the foot of your bed, dragging his finger along the footboard. “i was starting to miss my favorite customer.”

just about everything but standing right here sounded ideal to you. if there were miraculously a sniper stationed on the roof of the house next to yours, you hoped you were in his line of sight and he would take you out. it was as if he knew. he knew exactly what his effect on you was, and that was absolutely perfect, now wasn’t it?

“your— huh?” you’re sure you sound stupid, especially so when he laughs, unzipping his backpack to take out what he was here for. the smell alone practically recalibrates your system and reboots you. wooyoung notices.

”we’ve never smoked together, have we?” he asks, pulling out the tube he was looking for. it’s about an eighth, which is less than what you usually buy from him, but you’re in no position to complain. you shake your head ‘no’ as he hands it to you, before pulling out another and doing the same thing. you raise an eyebrow at him.

”this is—“

”no, i know,” he purses his lips with a nod, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth and swiping across the bottom one. “consider it a gift, for being so loyal to me all these years.”

you guffaw in disbelief. what the fuck?

”wooyoung, you can’t possibly—“

”just let me smoke you out this once. that’s all i ask in return,” he seats himself on the edge of your bed. “and we’ll even use my stuff. you can save yours for later. i’ll make it worth your while.”

you would be cutting it really close to the time your parents were supposed to be home. but he was so tempting. and you were so weak. so, so pitifully weak.

”okay…” you let yourself say. you let yourself divulge just this once. “but, remember—“

”yes yes, your parents. do you think this is my first rodeo?” he laughs, pulling out a little plastic baggie that appears to have pre-ground weed in it. almost like… he was anticipating this? when he reaches into his backpack for what you assume is wraps, you jump to grab your pink rolling paper. you’d been so excited to use it, you weren’t going to let this opportunity go to waste.

batting your lashes at him is the only way you know how to convince him, though it doesn’t really take much convincing. your rolling skills still weren’t the best, despite doing this as long as you have, so you watch in awe as wooyoung does it. his fingers move expertly, and you have to blink away the thoughts threatening to overthrow the sane ones that have been struggling to keep afloat.

wooyoung fishes for the lighter in his pocket, red like the color of his jacket. he lights the blunt and holds it carefully between his fingers. you think he’s going to take the first hit, but then he’s holding it to your lips, gesturing for you to do it. “ladies first.” he throws in with that obnoxiously attractive laugh of his. you hesitantly follow his lead, sitting beside him, then inhaling and filling your chest.

your exhale isn’t as graceful as you hoped it would be, a couple coughs coming out of you, but it was a strong hit. he rubs his free hand up and down your thigh to soothe you, hitting it himself. he’s definitely a lot more experienced than you, in what he does and how he does it, breathing it out into the atmosphere. your room is a little foggy now and you have half the mind to crack open a window, however, you’re hyper aware of his hand on your thigh. and you don’t want it to go away.

If Any Of These Rules Are Broken, You Risk Being Kicked Out.

it’s calm for a few minutes, just the two of you rotating the blunt in comforting silence, his hand still branding its place on your thigh. and then his thumb starts to move. it circles into your bare skin gently, kneading mindlessly. you almost let out a whine, but you catch yourself, concealing it as a cough instead.

“you like me, don’t you, y/n?” wooyoung asks, puffing out a thick white cloud and pouting. “that’s why you buy a lot from me at once. that’s why i sometimes only see you once a month.”

the question catches you so off guard, you almost grab the pink blunt by the spark. he sets it in your ashtray, conveniently placed on one of your bedposts. you stare at him blankly, because how fucking perceptive do you have to be to figure that out? your crush was probably a little more than obvious, sure, but the avoidant tendency you had couldn’t possibly be linked to that. not unless he truly knew you like the back of his hand.

he leans back onto his palms with a snicker, carding his fingers through his hair. the way he’s positioned allows you to glimpse at a bit more of his chest from the partially unzipped jacket. the only thing you see is that it’s bare, and your brain short circuits. it was already frying itself when he called you out, now there wasn’t a single functioning cell up there.

“i’m high like sixty percent of the time, i see everything. i know everything.” he answers your unspoken inquiry. and well, that may be true, but it’s not like you’re doing much to refute with the way you’re ogling at him. (you were a horny high, unfortunately.)

“what—“ you swallow, suddenly all too aware of how close you’re sitting, of how his grip on your thigh is a little more primal. “what if i said no? what then?”

“i’d think you were a liar,” he smiles, that fucking smile you can picture in your head even through a phone call. “and i don’t like being lied to.”

“so it’s a good thing i haven’t said no yet, right?” you breathe, voice entirely too stable for the situation. his hand rises higher on your thigh, the tip of his index finger brushing under your shorts. you glance down at it, eyes already heavy lidded as they observe the way it drags across your skin. fuck.

“mhm,” he hums, gauging your reaction to his touch. “it’s very good.”

you’re losing your patience the longer you sit there, tortured by wooyoung’s hand searing on your thigh. your heart seems to beat faster and you feel like you can tell with the rise and fall of your chest picking up in speed. his lips on yours is all that you want, all that you need, and under this spell (the intoxication swimming through your bloodstream), you’re willing to accept the consequences that may come with it.

a gasp escapes you when his nail scrapes along the side of your leg with the pressure of a feather. it’s overwhelming, to say the least. you want more and more and more, and then so much more until you can’t take it, but part of you is still insecure that he’ll leave you strung out on a clothesline if you indulge. you’re beyond thinking about the repercussions if you’re caught. you’re focused on the repercussions of being hurt if you give in.

but enough is enough.

placing your hand over his own, you slip it under your t-shirt where you’ve been braless this entire time. wooyoung’s eyes widen and you grab one of his hoodie strings, yanking him closer to you. your noses brush and your eyes meet, a silent ask for permission to finally play into what you’ve both been waiting for.

you don’t really give him a second to rethink it.

your lips connect in a rough, messy kiss that has you believing in the existence of a god. one that’s granted what you’ve been dreaming of for years. maybe after this you’ll start praying before bed again, especially if it always rewards you this well.

his mouth slots against yours like it’s the missing piece of a puzzle, your tongues tangling and your teeth nearly clashing. wooyoung’s hand on your chest regains its own control, squeezing your breast and flicking his thumb over a perked nipple. his other hand grips your waist, pulling you onto his lap. your knees dig into the mattress, hands cupping under his jaw and then entwining in his hair.

you sigh into his kiss, obsessed with this length on him. you’re sure he feels the same when he groans after you tug on it, deepening the kiss if possible. the sigh turns into a moan when he guides your hips into a circular motion, grinding you down on him to create a bit of friction and get the ball rolling.

he knows you don’t have a lot of time, maybe an hour tops, but fuck he wishes he could take his time with you. he wished he could explore your body and learn every single thing you liked and didn’t like, and use it all to his advantage. his senses are heightened so he’s keenly aware of your every sound, of each whine that escapes you.

wooyoung’s mouth travels from your own, along your jaw, and down your throat, nipping and sucking so he leaves his mark on you wherever he can. your lips part with a soft moan when he finds the sensitive spot on your neck. his hand is still in your shirt, kneading and massaging your tits like it was second nature for him.

your high has reached its peak, and you’re starting to get light headed from how good everything feels. if he didn’t touch you where you needed him most soon, you feared you might finish prematurely, and after all that you’ve been through to get to this point, you really cannot handle that tonight. thankfully, he seems to read your mind.

“i would love to make up for lost time, but i don’t think we can right now,” he pants into your skin, hands everywhere but somehow nowhere all at once. “let me just—“

“stop yapping and just fuck me, wooyoung, you’re wasting precious time,” you groan, going straight for the zipper of his jacket. you push the red material off of his shoulders in one go, practically pawing at the button of his jeans. he laughs at your impatience, but knows you’re right.

“well, when you put it like that, i don’t feel bad for the disgusting things i wanna do to you,” he teases, helping you pull your shirt over your head. “gonna fuck you so good, you’re gonna wanna see me more than once a month.”

the call out is crazy, but you don’t have the mental capacity to argue with him, head tossing back when he takes one of your tits into his mouth. you scrape your nails down the expanse of his chest and abdomen, a reprieve to the static buzzing throughout your body with wooyoung’s lips all over you. his teeth sink into your collarbone and you nearly lose your sanity. this was it, there was no going back now that you’ve fallen under his spell.

his skilled fingers make quick work removing your shorts and you’re so beyond restless, that he has a bit of trouble getting them down your legs. he stills your hips firmly, practically scolding you when he says, “sit still, pretty, i’m not going anywhere.”

it’s a weird reaffirmation, and in a way it calms your erratic mind. you finally let go of those reservations and allow yourself to submit to these feelings you’ve harbored for years. the heat of wooyoung beneath you is enough to make you squirm again, needing him inside of you before you start crying. (though judging by what he’s said so far, you think he’d like that.)

“god, i need you so bad,” you whine, lips locking with his once more. you speak the words into his mouth and they hold all the subtlety of an excavator, desperation hanging off of each syllable. “please…”

you can feel, rather than see, the conniving smile that graces his features, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. he’s dangling your desire in front of you like a ball of yarn with a cat, the bed of his nails dragging along your hips slowly and tortuously. you reach down to cup his erection through his boxers and that’s what spurs him on, dropping his mischievous act in favor of gifting you what you’ve been asking for so nicely.

wooyoung pushes your underwear to the side, kicking off his boxers so he’s bare for you. part of you is way more excited than you should be to fuck him raw, for the first time nonetheless. he leans back slightly and watches as you hover over his cock, sitting on it gently. he’s definitely on the longer side, longer than the other guys you’ve been with— not that there were very many to compare him to. he fills you up just right, tapping that sweet crook of your pussy when he sheathes entirely.

the moan that breaches the sound barrier fights itself from deep in your chest, tickling his ears and forcing out one of his own. his grip on your hips tightens as you begin to move. it’s more of him moving your body for you, not that you’re complaining at all. less work for you.

with each bounce on his cock, your bed squeaks and it wouldn’t be such a problem if you didn’t also hear the front door open downstairs. your eyes widen almost comically, meeting wooyoung’s with a fear so intense that it nearly scares him too. gratefully, he’s been in this situation before. he holds a finger up to his lips to shush you, simultaneously flipping the two of you so your back is flat on the bed and his feet are planted on the floor.

you’re glad you had the clear mind to lock your door when you came up to your room. you don’t know if it’s because it’s wooyoung, or maybe you’re just into it, but you feel yourself getting more turned on as he continues to fuck you despite your parents being home. he covers your mouth with his hand, rocking his hips into yours with a purpose. his free hand slithers between the two of you, thumb rubbing calculated circles into your clit.

”take it,” he rasps into your ear, nipping the lobe softly; a contrast to what’s tumbling out of his mouth. “take it like the good girl you are.”

at that same moment, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. wooyoung doesn’t stop, in fact, he speeds up his pace, pushing your thigh to your chest so he plunges deeper into your cunt. he’s evil, pure evil.

”y/n, are you in there?” your mother asks.

”y-yes,” you gasp, willing your voice to stay steady. “i was getting ready to go to s-sleep.”

“you sound off… are you feeling okay?” she expresses her concern and you look to wooyoung for help.

you bite down harshly on your lower lip when he leans down to suck on one of your tits instead, still very roughly snapping into you. he urges you to say something anyway, so you can at least get them to leave you alone. “y-yes! i’m fine! i was just looking f-for my pajamas!”

he laughs lowly so only you can hear, gazing at you through his lashes and whispering, “should we tell her they’re on your floor?”

your mother doesn’t question you any further. ”okay… goodnight, sweetheart.”

”goodnight!”

her footsteps get quieter as she walks away from your door. the shit-eating grin on wooyoung’s face contributes to the growing ache in the pit of your stomach more than it pisses you off. unfortunately he just had that effect on you. it was hard to be mad at him when he made you feel like you were lit ablaze, fire burning all the way to the tips of your fingers.

“look at you, sweetheart,” you hate that the pet name has you clenching around his length. his lips trail down your body, worshiping it like you were his own personal goddess. “you’re taking my cock so perfectly.”

if you could scream, you would. you’d be as loud as possible so your whole block knew who was fucking you this good. you’d chant his name like a prayer, which was ironic considering he was, in a sense, more like an incubus. you could draw several heaven-hell parallels from this moment in time, from the way wooyoung buries himself inside of you, and you always return to the idea that he’s straight from hell. the way he lures you in, like the serpent with eve in the garden of eden. he has you turning your back on all forms of reason.

but this inebriation, this sweet poison coursing through your bloodstream as applies practiced pressure to your clit, has your whole being soaring. you could care less about the trouble that comes with it, especially when it has your back arching off of your mattress and into his chest.

your lips pry open in a silent moan when he presses up against that same spongy nook in your pussy. tears well in your eyes as they roll back, spilling down the sides of your cheeks. wooyoung kisses them away and fucks into you harder, inching closer and closer towards what you’re already on the precipice of.

having gone nonverbal after nearly getting caught, it requires so much energy for you to croak out, “‘m so close, woo, so so close…”

he hums approvingly, back at your mouth now. his lips mold with yours so smoothly and your fingers tangle in his hair so easily. you want this forever, to be his in more ways than one. but after tonight, you don’t know how likely that is to happen, and you’ll let yourself be satiated by this one time.

you’re lost in the sensation of his kiss, disappearing in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of your cunt without restriction. and maybe this would’ve been so different had you not been high. maybe this wouldn’t have happened at all had you been sober. your vision is hazy and your head is clouded, but you’ve never felt so liberated.

wooyoung grazes his nose against yours, a stark contrast in the behavior he’s exhibited tonight. even as he does so, his lower half is still pounding into you without mercy. and for some reason, that tenderness is what has you slipping through the cracks. your orgasm washes over you with no warning, crashing and colliding into your being almost violently.

the fluttering of your walls around his cock has wooyoung finishing right behind you, lashes skimming the tops of your cheeks in butterfly kisses that prolong the climax of your release. it’s much more intimate than you expected, your heart swelling and your body shivering with its implications. he slows his pace to something steady, something that just metaphorically holds your hand through your orgasm.

as you recover from the weight of it all, you realize that you’re still crying. wooyoung attempts to swipe away your tears with his thumbs, but when he notices that they aren’t stopping, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. he slides out of you and back into his boxers, scouring your bedroom floor for your t-shirt. he sits you up gently and cups your jaw in his hand.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, uncharacteristically serious. you’re used to him being playful and joking about everything, so for him to show genuine concern about your emotions means a lot. a lot.

“i’m okay— i’m fine, i’m just being weird.” you dismiss his worries though, since it’s true. he doesn’t owe you anything and you don’t want to guilt him into anything just because your crush is a little heavier than the schoolgirl crush he’s made it out to be. he shakes his head. he’s not having any of that.

”no, you’re upset about something. don’t water yourself down like that.” you don’t like that this is fueling your delusions, don’t like that you want him so much more than you thought you could. and maybe you could’ve stopped yourself, had you not looked at him. your gaze traces from the beauty mark under his eye to the way his hair frames his face.

“i want something i can’t have,” is what you settle on, swallowing down that bitter pill that you’ve been avoiding tonight. “and i think i’m finally coming to terms with it.”

wooyoung searches your expression for thicker substance, as if that will hint towards a clearer answer than what you’ve given him. he finds it in that painfully sad smile of yours. he finds it in the heartache swirling in the pools of your irises. you know he didn’t mean to lead you on. it’s not his fault, really. you understood what you were getting yourself into. none of the blame can be placed in his hold, because it doesn’t belong to him.

”i should go,” he says after a long stretch of silence. “before either of us get into any trouble.”

you watch as he dresses himself quickly and exits through the window, taking your heart along with him. but it would be okay. you wouldn’t have to see him for another month anyways.

at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you reignite the blunt sitting in your ashtray.

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scoonsalicious · 26 days

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1.1 Major

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntire, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, alcohol consumption, slight objectification of men.

Word Count: 1.6k

Previously On...: Lily McIntyre met Bucky Barnes. Everything had changed, and now it's only him that matters.

A/N: You know what? Fuck it. Turns out I write more when I'm actively writing for all of you. Plus, I miss you, besties. Yes, I know-- it's only been two days, but I don't care. You guys give me the strength to face the day, and when I'm interacting with you, I'm happiest. So, we're starting the full roll-out of With Friends Like These... Now, there won't be multiple postings per day, so I won't be dropping a bunch at once. We're going to start nice and slow, lol. I hope you like it!

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You stood outside the door to the bar, nervous as fuck. It wasn’t every day a girl got invited to spend an evening out on the town with the goddamned Avengers, and though you’d only known Natasha Romanoff for about six months now, you were honored she liked you enough to extend an invitation for you to join her and her friends on their off time.

Giving yourself a once over in the reflection of the bar’s window, you double checked to make sure you looked good– your hair and makeup were on point, your dark wash skinny jeans hugged your curves in the best possible way, and the black satiny top you wore under your leather jacket showed just enough cleavage to be tantalizing, but not trashy.

You got this, you told yourself. You took a breath, and walked inside.

The place was dimly lit, but not too crowded. You were able to spot Natasha easily– it wasn’t as if the striking redhead was hard to miss. She sat at a high top with another redhead, nursing a vodka tonic. Catching her eye, you waved and made your way over.

“Major!” Nat greeted you, going in for a friendly hug, which you happily returned. “I’m so glad you made it!” She pointed to the other redhead– Wanda Maximoff, The Scarlet Witch, you remembered now from having seen her on the news– and introduced you. “Major, this is Wanda; Wanda, Major.” You shook hands as the other woman offered you a kind, welcoming smile.

“Finally, some balance to the force,” she joked. At your questioning look, she elaborated: “We are desperately outnumbered in the girl department when it comes to our friend group,” she said. “It’s just me and Nat versus the boys.”

“There’s Lily, too,” Nat interjected.

“Please.” Wanda said, waving Nat’s words off dismissively. “We all know that Lily is not one of us.”

Nat snorted into her drink. “Lily’s just not really a girl’s-girl,” she offered to you in explanation. “Very much sees herself as ‘one of the guys,’ if you catch my meaning.”

You nodded; you’d had plenty of experience with pick-me girls in the past. “Yeah, I know the type.” You waved down a waitress and put in an order for a frozen margarita.

“So, Major,” Wanda said, taking a sip of her beverage once the waitress had gone, “which one of our lucky bachelors is going to catch your eye tonight?”

“I don’t follow,” you said, confused.

Wanda turned to Nat and playfully hit her on the shoulder. “You bitch! You didn’t tell her?”

Nat had the decency to look sheepish. “I wanted it to be organic,” she said, offering you an apologetic smile.

“Natasha Romanoff,” you said, realization dawning on you, “did you invite me out tonight to try and set me up with one of your teammates?”

Nat frowned, looking remorseful. “I know I should have said something, but you’re always complaining about how you never have luck with dating, and it just so happens I live in a compound literally full of eligible men, so I thought… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have overstepped.”

The waitress brought over your margarita and you raised it, toasting to Nat. “Fuck apologies; you want to hook me up with an Avenger? Girl, remind me to send you a gift basket!”

Nat and Wanda both laughed, raising their own glasses to toast with you. Wanda leaned over toward you, her voice a conspiratorial whisper.

“Alright, don’t be obvious about it,” she said, “but our fine gentlemen are over at the pool table.” You followed her line of sight and were met with an array of some of the most attractive men you had ever seen. Yeah, you’d seen them on tv, and in magazines, but they were always wearing costumes and masks. But up close? And in person?

“Woof,” you said softly.

“Okay,” said Nat, leaning in on your other side. “Let’s size up our options. First, we’ve got Captain America, himself, Steve Rogers. All-American, corn-fed, take-home-to-mamma kinda guy. Such a gentleman, could bench press four of you. Knows how to treat a girl right.”

“And bore her to tears,” Wanda added.

“Wands!” Nat flashed her eyes. “We’re supposed to be talking them up!”

Wanda shrugged. “Facts are facts,” she said. “A sweetheart, really, but very old fashioned.”

“Fine,” Nat said, exasperated. “Moving on, we have Sam Wilson, our resident Falcon. He’s funny, charming, a great dancer.”

“Seriously good moves,” Wanda added with an enthusiastic nod.

“Smart, good listener,” Nat offered. “Incredibly loyal.”

“You make him sound like a puppy,” you said, laughing.

“Oooh, oooh, my turn!” Wanda said enthusiastically. “Next up is our resident himbo, the one and only Thor Odinson. Unbelievably endearing, the body of a literal god: Great hair, an ass you could bounce a quarter off of, arms that could snap your tiny little body right in half if he had half a mind to…”

“Down, girl,” Nat said, flicking some droplets of water from her water glass at Wanda. “Damn, we’re here for Major, not you.”

“Sorry,” said Wanda, ducking down to hide her blush behind her hair. “He’s just so… big. And… beefy. Like, what does one even do with that much man?” she asked, before muttering so low you could barely hear her: “I would really like to find out.”

You and Nat stifled your laughter. “Okay, definitely not going to be Thor for me, then,” you offered. Across the room, another man caught your eye, one Nat and Wanda hadn’t mentioned yet. “Who’s that?” you asked them.

Nat craned her neck. “Oh, that’s Parker. I dunno; he’s kinda on the young side for my taste, but the kid is 18, so if that’s what you’re into–”

“Ugh, no– pass,” you said, realizing she had been referring to the skinny teenager who was hanging on Steve Rogers’ every word. “No, I mean the brunet. Who’s he?” The more you studied him, the more you realized he just may be the most handsome man you’d ever seen. He was currently leaning against a pool cue, engrossed in conversation with Sam. He had a slight smirk on his face, as if he was keeping in a very humorous secret, and it painted his features in an adorably boyish light.

While you were looking at him, he turned his head and saw you watching him. You should have been mortified at being caught staring but instead, you were taken aback by how striking his crystal blue eyes were. You offered him a soft smile, and were delighted when his own widened in return, his cheeks taking on a dusky hue in the low light, before Sam elbowed him, bringing his attention back to the game of pool. He shot you another look, running his tongue along his bottom lip, before refocusing his attention.

“Oh,” said Nat, following your gaze. “Oh, no, no, no. That’s Bucky Barnes. He’s… not on the menu.”

You turned back toward her, disappointed. “Oh. Of course, guy that good looking’s got to have a girlfriend, right?”

Nat and Wanda exchanged glances. “Not exactly,” Nat said.

“Remember how we mentioned Lily not being a girl’s-girl?” Wanda asked, nodding her chin toward where the boys were racking the balls for a new game. You hadn’t noticed the woman in their midst before– petite, blond, and athletic.

“Yeah, Lily’s more of a Bucky’s-girl,” Nat added. “Just, you know, Bucky’s not aware of it.”

You must have looked very confused, because Wanda was quick to clarify. “Bucky only joined the team… what? Four years ago?” She looked to Nat for confirmation, and Nat nodded. “He was like a totally different guy back then. Didn’t go out, didn’t want to be around people.”

“Like Oscar the Grouch, but if you took him out of the trash can and gave him moderately better grooming standards,” Nat offered.

“Yeah,” Wanda continued, nodding in agreement, “and for the longest time, the only person he would talk to was Steve. But then, like, Lily made it her life’s work to become his best friend.”

“I remember it annoyed the shit out of him in the beginning,” Nat added. “Poor guy just wanted to be left alone to process his trauma.” She sighed. “But the girl was relentless. She’s got tenacity, I’ll say that for her.”

“That’s actually kind of sweet,” you said. “That she wouldn’t give up trying to be there for him.”

“No, sorry,” Nat said. “We’re not explaining this well. She basically made being Bucky’s best friend her entire fucking personality. It was like, any other friend she had just–poof! Stopped existing to her. We no longer mattered; everything became about Bucky.”

“It’s a bit much,” Wanda said. “She’s very… I don’t want to say protective is the right word for it, but very possessive of him.”

“It’s like no girl Bucky’s ever dated has been good enough to pass her standards,” Nat said. “And she’s had no problem making that abundantly clear, and I know she’s been the reason for at least a couple of his relationships ending. Poor guy’s balls must be so blue by now, they’re practically black; she never lets him get any action.”

You took a sip of your margarita. “Well, they’ve got to be sleeping together, right?” you asked. Nat and Wanda both looked at you. “I mean, that would explain it, right?”

“Oh, they are definitely not,” Nat said. “Though I’m sure she wishes. I heard him tell Steve she reminds him of his dead kid sister.”

You sucked in a breath. “Ouch,” you said. “Just what every girl wants to hear, I’m sure.” You looked back over to the pool table, admiring the way Bucky bent over to take a shot. “It’s too bad,” you said, turning back to girls. “I mean, he’s hot as hell, but no man’s worth taking on that kind of drama.”

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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Did you get a request? It's Gn spiderperson secretly taking care of Miguel O'Hara! I think I forgot to type his name too so sorry about that! Thanks!

love, your secret admirer. — miguel o'hara x gn!reader

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

(✧) word count: 1,394

(✧) request: You know secret admirers? I have a similar idea to that! Gn spiderperson secretly gives him stuff he needs or something to make his day easier! Like I assumed he doesn't take care of his health much so they will give meals, water, coffee, snacks, etc! He was wary at first but realised it's always something that helps him! So he wants to find them but they're so sneaky that even he wonders how he managed to miss them! He decided to pretend to leave when he's actually hiding & that's when they were about to leave after giving him a meal! They were so fast that he almost lost them! Does this make sense 😂

(✧) author's note: OYYYY i literally crave these dynamics HEEEEE i wanna be miggy's sweet little human assistant, the softer, less chaotic kinda lyla that's not AI for him, which reader is basically LOL man has trust issues, but he can never say no to your cute, darling little face and kind heart that makes him swoon. ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, ANON !!!

every morning, for the past few weeks, miguel had been gifted with little treats at his desk–treats he hadn't realized he's missed all this time until it was right in front of him. "who left these?" he asked lyla as he tasked her to identify any tracks left by whoever could've 'gifted' this to him. lyla chimed in and reported to miguel that she couldn't find any DNA tracing back to the sender; though, lyla had checked the package thoroughly and assured miguel the treats were extremely safe. "passed all the safety protocols, mig, i didn't pick up anything malicious or even remotely harmful from them. just plain old treats ya love, that's all they are, really." lyla explained as miguel rolled his eyes and looked at the treats all neatly wrapped with a dark red and blue ribbon, examining it and taking in all the... friendliness of this little gift before him.

"not used to being gifted anything, hmm?" lyla teased miguel as he snarled at her, turning his nose up at her and glaring at the holographic assistant. he hated that she was, indeed, right–he wasn't used to being gifted anything, let alone something so intricately wrapped. he looked around and heard the crunching of a small piece of paper on the ground. he seemed to have stepped on a sticky note, which he picked up. it read:

'don't forget to spoil yourself sometimes! (◡ ω ◡) — your secret admirer.'

miguel swore he recognized that penmanship somewhere, though due to the lack of any signature or name attached to the message, he couldn't figure out just who in the multiverse could've placed these on his desk. "secret admirer, huh?" lyla teased. "this is probably just some prank by those damn teens." miguel rationalized as his mask dissipated, his stern look still on his face, but slowly softening as he held the gift in his hands, feeling the warmth emanating from the treats. the scent coming from the treats this mystery person left for him was too hard to resist, so he ended up snacking on them before he even realized it. the surprises didn't end there, however–for the rest of the month, miguel had been receiving anonymous gifts that benefitted him and relieved him of stress that accumulated throughout the day.

he hadn't realized he needed coffee in his morning, or that he was hungry for his lunch, or was craving any snacks he hadn't had in a long time until he was treated to them right then and there. he had gotten very suspicious of these constant gifts that were waiting for him at his desk, he had always subjected them to thorough inspections from lyla, but they were never anything bad nor dangerous–they were harmless little gifts, and miguel... miguel was now curious. he wanted to figure who was leaving these gifts for him, these gifts that help keep him sane, healthy, and a little bit happier than he was before all this. he had narrowed down the hours when the gifts would usually come from this 'secret admirer' and had devised a time and plan that he would enact once the right time frame for the next gift would come.

"are you feeling like you're in mission: impossible right now?" lyla asked miguel all sarcastically as miguel stood by the wall in his suit's camouflage mode and held him breath in; waiting for someone to drop off another gift with another uplifting note that... that made him look forward to the next hour, the next day, and the rest of the week, really. he shushed lyla as he heard footsteps from down the hall sneak over to his office, he pressed himself against the wall and anticipated for his secret admirer to come in through those doors and make themselves known to him without them even knowing. as the doors opened, a couple of feet stepped in—bringing with them a familiar frame and face that miguel knew and... was guilty of looking at and admiring himself often when they weren't looking. he spoke your name in a whisper as he watched you shyly drop off a homemade gift for him and attached a sticky note onto the gift itself, muttering under your breath how much of a dork you look right now for not being able to muster the confidence to give these to him in person.

miguel couldn't quell the rapid beating of his heart—as you spoke to yourself, practicing how you'd confess to miguel that you've been the anonymous little darling that's been gifting him all those goodies and feeding him those meals he seems to like so much, he's so drawn to how adorable and humble you look right then and there. "i'm your... secret admirer, mig..." you mutter to yourself, practicing how you'd tell him. you got all flustered at the thought of what his response would be, shaking your head as you sighed; knowing full well to yourself that he wouldn't care... or you thought that he wouldn't care, because right behind you was the man himself—your back pressing against his chest as he gave a low hum in response to your accidental confession. you turned around gently and almost fainted when you realized just who was behind you.

"you are?"

he asked you in a low voice as he bent down slightly to get a proper look at you, but out of embarrassment, your adrenaline kicked in and you bolted out of his office. miguel hadn't had a lot of secret admirers before, he didn't think you turning your heel and dashing off was gonna be a response from you—so he ended up calling your name and running after you. "they're too shocking fast!" he exclaimed as he looked around rapidly for you. lyla pinpointed your location, with miguel quickly sprinting over to you to talk to you. "you... certainly gave quite the chase..." he mumbled as you were about to run off again, but miguel acted quickly and grabbed your wrist. "i'm not gonna do... anything to you, you... know that..." he whispered to you breathlessly as he brought you closer to him, making you lean against his broad chest.

you stared deep into his big, hazel eyes—getting all flustered as you got self-conscious and nervous again. miguel placed his hands on your waist, but quickly pulling away and sighing. "i appreciate the gifts, i... i don't know why i'm the one you want to gift with such pretty and tasty things, but... i really do mean that i appreciate them. i can't remember how i got through my days without your generosity..." he said in a quiet voice as he tucked away a lock of your hair behind your ear, making you gasp a little at his gentleness. "...i would appreciate it more, though, if you let yourself be known to me as more than just my 'secret admirer'. i can't believe how lucky i am... such a cute little spider is my secret admirer?" he asked you aloud as his face heated up, his nose nearly poking yours as he brought his face closer to yours.

"guess you're not so much of a secret anymore, hmm?"

he asked you as you shook your head and got even more bashful. he chuckled lightly as you acted all cutely around him again, making it harder for him to resist your inherent charms. "...i was going to confess, but..." you stammered, your hands resting on his chest—feeling the hammering of his heartbeat, making you even more flustered and at a loss for words. "and i'll confess that... you've had my heart since the moment you left those treats at my desk. i know i sound like i'm moving too fast, but i can't help it. you've been an enigma to me, an enigma that i wanted to meet, to hear, listen to, hold and... i've wanted you, and knowing it's, well, you that i want... it's more like i need you now, not just the gifts, to stay happy and content." he admitted as he pressed his chin against your shoulder, humming out a hum of contentment as he held you tighter, making you gasp and cling on to him as you wrapped your arms around his waist to reciprocate his touch.

"will you please... consider that thought for me, mi vida?"

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moniibu · 7 months

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*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY X FEM READER *:･ﾟ✧

things to watch out for: yandere themes, bullying, possessiveness, normal yandere things, etc.

word count: I was too lazy to count.

summary: you move schools and meet the bully of the school who is head of the delinquents, skips school, yada yada yada.

this is a LESBIAN post, so MEN & MEN ALIGNED PEOPLE DNI !!

notes: new post after like a month lol. thank you to EVERYONE who like and reblogged/reposted my work. all the support means a lot to me. requests ARE OPEN, and if there is anything specific you want to see, just let me know!! i hope you enjoy my new work, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY X FEM READER *:･ﾟ✧

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who sees that you’re new. she knows everyone she bullies, and hasn’t seen your face before. as she usually does with fresh meat, she plans on picking on you and making sure that she makes your life a living hell.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who comes up to you, ready to see your scared face. she’ll make it so you want to move schools.

while you grab your books for next class, she comes over, slamming your locker before you can. she gets ready to taunt you, but stops as she sees your face. you’re so beautiful. she’s come across good looking people, but you stand out to her. the way you look up at her, your lips tugging in disgust upon seeing her; all of it makes her want more.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who begins to follow you everywhere. she’s forgotten about all the other losers she bullies during the day, her sole attention now on you. the people that she’s bullied feel bad for you -as they know how bad it can get- but are glad it’s not them anymore.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who “bullies” you into being with her at all times. you’re now only allowed to sit next to her at lunch along with the rest of the delinquent group. when you’re in your shared class(es) with her, she makes sure that the only other seat available is either right next to her or on lap.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who doesn’t come to class, pay attention, or do any of the work that is required for her unless you’re there. if she finds out that you didn’t come to school that day, she straight up skips. it’s gotten to the point where teachers beg for you to come to class so that she can do her work. they’ll give you extra credit, let you miss a test; it doesn’t matter, please show up so *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ can come to class and pass!

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who as much as she brands herself as a cold-hearted delinquent, desires your praise. she’s in denial about it, and if you ask her she’ll decline, but if she catches you giving anyone praise other than herself, she’ll explode on you. she’ll act like she hates it, but when you pat her head or very very rarely give her a kiss on the cheek and call her a good girl for doing her work, she is over the moon, and wants more.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who can’t stand it when you give other people attention. why are you letting that loser talk to you? or letting that tall strong guy ask you for your number? can’t you see that she’s right there? she can be everything you want and more. stop wasting your time with those idiots when you could be spending more time with her.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who shifts from being a “bully” to a extremely overprotective and overbearing friend. you want to go out with your friends? she wants to know who they are and every single detail about them. she’ll drive you over and you better call her when you’re ready so she can come and pick you up.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who makes it clear to her friends and everyone else at the school that you are off limits. you found a guy you’re interested in? all of a sudden he jumps when you two make eye contact. the teacher changed seats and you two are no longer sitting together? well all of a sudden that student never shows up, and when he does, he’s very adamant about changing seats with her.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who stops from taking your things and being rude and instead buys you gifts and little trinkets that she found while out and thinking about you. from now on, start expecting a gift bag in your locker -even though you never gave her your combination-, or her walking up to you in the morning with a bag in her hand and her arms open for a hug.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who decides that she wants you to start depending on her. she wants you to look at her in a loving light, and will do anything she can to make sure that you see it. she studies what you look for in a person and make sure she matches it to a t.

you like people with strong muscles? she has biceps that are hard to hide in her shirts, and will gladly show them off when grabbing your waist or picking you up.

you like people who care and know the little details? she’s here and remembers every single thing you tell her and always compliments you about a change in jewelry or how you style your hair.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who makes it where you can’t get a job just by a couple of phone calls. all of a sudden jobs that shouted “hiring” don’t want your services, and the jobs you do manage to get let you go after the second week.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who doesn’t let you forget that she comes from a wealthy family. you need money for some food? here’s a twenty dollar bill. you want to go the mall and buy outfits and makeup? just call her and she’ll be ready for you. she’ll be there right along side you holding your bags as she lets you spend her money on her black platinum credit card.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who doesn’t mind when you get used to having some pay for everything you want to do. that’s what she’s here for. she doesn’t care if you become bratty with her money, or that you spend it all dolling yourself up. it’s all yours, now and in the future. she’ll never run out, so spend as much as you want.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who just finally accepts that she loves you. she loves you, and wants you to spend the rest of your life with her. she has everything you need. please, pick her. you won’t regret it.

*✧･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧ *✧･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧ *✧･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧ *✧･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧ *✧･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧ *✧

this idea was made and created by @moniibu. all rights are reserved to @moniibu, and you are NOT allowed to steal, copy, or translate this work.

November 2023.

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shizucheese · 3 months

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So full disclosure, I actually listened to episode 7 on Saturday, but this episode had so damn much to it and I got a bit side tracked by a theory that I'm still working on but I really want to get this out before episode 8 comes out.

As usual, if you want to see the continuously updated and reblogged version of my red string board, you can find it here.

Today is Tuesday, 2/27/24. Episode 7 came out 5 days ago on 2/22/24.

“Talkers”

Norris (Voice: Martin?/ Alex)

Episode 1: “Reanimation (Partial) -/- Regret [Email]”. The Stranger? The End? The Dark? The Lonely? The Flesh? Arthur (Nolan?).

Episode 3: "Infection (full body" -/- Arboreal [Journal entry]". The Spiral? (Paranoia? Auditory, visual and olfactory hallucinations) The Lonely? The Corruption. The Flesh? (Callbacks to the Flesh Garden from S5)

Common Themes: Hearing the voice of a dead/ missing loved one?

Chester (Voice: John?/ Jonny)

Episode 1: “Transformation (eyes) -/- Tresspass [chat log]”. Magnus Institute, The Eye. (Involves a forum; the Web?).

Episode 5: "Disappearance (undetermined) -/- Invitation [Internet blog]". The Eye (Movies. Movie name: "Voyeur" "Must be seen to be believed"...). The Web? (Another website?). (Very reminiscent of Mag 110: Creature Feature.) The "poor old guy" at the theater is totally an Eye avatar, right? Kinda gives me "Simon Fairchild when he was first introduced" vibes.

Episode 7: "Agglomeration (miscellany) -/- congregation [email]". The Stranger. The Burried. The Desolation. Possibly all of them if my theory about the items the Volunteers brought in is correct...

Unsure if this is Eye related like the other statements were. This is also the first "Chester" statement where the source material wasn't from a website or blog, which don't have the same expectation of privacy that the sources of the other statements do. Email, though, so still internet related, and this seems to be an open letter rather than personal correspondence, so it still might align with the theme.

Agustus: (rare?)

Episode 4: “Collection (blood) -/- musical [letter]” The End. The Lonely? The Slaughter.

Letter writer thinks passing on his violin might allow a part of himself to live on in his nephew. Very Jonah Magnus of him.

Music teacher hears “faraway music”, then goes crazy and throws himself out of the carriage and dies. Reminiscent of Mag7 and the Piper? The merchant’s wares include dice (Mag 29?). Got the violin from him (took his blood?). Effect of the violin reminiscent to Grifter’s Bone (Mag 42).

(Oliver Bardwell lol very funny guys)

Non-Talkers (?)

Episode 2: "Transformation (full) -/- dysmorphic [video call]". The Spiral? The Flesh. The Stranger. Ink 5oul (avatar/ entity?)

Episode 6: "Injury (needles) -/- intimidation [999 call] "Corruption? The Spiral? The Flesh? The End?

"Needles" reminds me of Michael!Distortion.

Notes and Thoughts:

"It's not like we're dealing with Tape Recorders..." I'm side eying you real hard, Celia. And what's with all of the questions? The "looking for patterns" question is 100% fair but those examples are AWEFULLY SPECIFIC. I wasn't entirely sure I bought the idea that Celia was the same Celia from TMA, but no this is totally her for sure. "DO YOU KNOW WHO JOHN" IS EXCUSE ME? WHAT REAL STUFF?

HILLTOP CENTER BRANCH?!!! 0 managerial or other support from HR; very reminiscent of the weird circumstances surrounding the house on Hilltop Road. Bear skin rug very reminiscent of the Gorilla Skin in TMA S3. The Volunteers remind me of the medical students from Mag34. The email is about events from 2015. This was the same year Gertrude died and John became the Head Archivist in TMA. Why am I not seeing anyone else talk about this?

I have a theory that I was originally going to put in this post but detangling that giant ball of red string entirely is taking too long so I'm just going to put the TL'DR here and maybe make a proper list later if I can ever finish pulling the string on that particular red sweater. Between the items the Volunteers bring in, and the events of the incident itself, what if every single Entity is represented? The gunshots that were heard were the Slaughter. The fire was the Desolation. The person who wrote the email being crushed by all of the items was the Buried. There are a number of artifacts that get listed off that could represent at least one if not multiple Entities (which might be their purpose; considering how many times the fact that the categorization was imperfect got brought up in TMA, it's probably more helpful to view them as a spectrum more than anything else), including some that are very reminiscent of things from specific TMA statements (The bear skin rug -> The Gorilla skin, Old medical equipment -> the syringe in mag 45? The telescope -> Maxwell Rayner was originally Edmond Halley, the Astronomer, etc. etc). So...okay, hear me out: what if this was all part of a ritual, and that's what the "good cause" was? A ritual that involved all of the fears being represented? Sound familiar? Except instead of it being a ritual to start an apocalypse or reshape the world in the image of one or more of the fears, what if it was a ritual to summon something that was associated with all of the fears? Or, rather, what if it was a ritual to summon someone who had been touched by all of the fears? And that's also why so many of the items seem to be analogous to things from statements and events from TMA? Like....maybe I'm wrong entirely. Or maybe I'm right about this being about summoning someone, or something, (maybe someone from TMA? Maybe Celia?), but wrong about it being John who was being summoned. But, again, this incident took place in 2015, which was the same year Gertrude died and John became head Archivist, and I feel like this means something.

#the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol spoilers #the magnus protocol speculation #tmp #tmp spoilers #tmp speculation #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp speculation #tma spoilers #shizu's red string board

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 11- Erotic Photos

Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, established relationship, soft smut

Notes- This is set in My Las Estrella de mi Vida universe, but can be read on its own. It’s also set after the events of the movie so when Javi is a Hollywood writer. I love Javi so much, the sweet himbo lol! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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Javi sighed as the meeting went on longer than he anticipated. What should have been done hours ago droned on as everyone in the room had an opinion on his new script. As happy as he was to finally live out the life he wanted, right now all Javi wanted to do was go back to the hotel room and be with you.

And apparently you wanted that too.

His phone chimed, and Javi looked down right away and opened the picture message from you. But his breath caught in his throat when he saw the steamy photo you sent, and he immediately covered the screen to make sure no one else saw. The picture was a selfie of you in a lingerie set that Javi hadn’t seen before, and it didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath when a second photo came in right after. You were in a more provocative position, and your hand snaked between your legs.

“Everything alright, Mr. Gutierrez?” one of the other men in the room asked when he noticed his change in demeanor.

Javi looked up and felt the redness in his face, “I uhhh…” he stuttered, “I have to go. You can handle the rest here. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, Javi bolted out the door and rushed to the hotel room that the two of you shared. In what felt like no time, he burst through the doors and he let out a deep sigh when he saw you spread out on the bed just like how you were in the last photo you sent. The sight went straight to his cock, and suddenly the room felt warmer.

“Fuck, Estrella,” he gasped as he made his way over to you, “You know I cannot resist when you tease me like that,” Javi’s tone was low as he stripped himself of his shirt and pounced on the bed overtop of you.

You giggled as you suddenly felt engulfed by Javi, “That’s what I sent them, mi amor,” you murmured in his ear and wrapped your arms around him.

Too full of need to quip back, Javi took your lips with his own in a heated kiss as he rolled you onto your back and straddled you. His kisses were hot and heavy and desperate, “I am sorry I took so long, amor,” he spoke softly in your ear as he covered your skin with kisses.

“I know,” you let out a moan as Javi kissed his way down your neck and cupped your breasts through the lingerie you still wore, “I just missed you.”

Javi pulled back enough to look into your eyes and smiled, “You know I always miss you when I am away from you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “Then show me how much you missed me,” your tone dripped with lust, “Fuck me, Javi.”

Javi groaned as he took your lips once more and immediately deepened the kiss. He swallowed the moan you let out as his hands roamed all over your body, appreciating every curve of you. His hand found its way to the hem of the tiny panties you wore and he hooked his fingers to push them aside.

“Fuck, Estrella,” he groaned softly when he saw how wet you were already, “Getting yourself ready for me while I was out?” he added with a smirk.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He cursed again as he cock twitched in his pants. Javi kissed you again as he fumbled with his zipper. You held him close as he positioned himself over you, and you gasped when you suddenly felt the tip of his cock against your pussy.

“Javi…” you moaned.

He whispered your name as he pushed himself into you, “Fuck you always feel so good, amor,” Javi growled softly, “And those pictures you sent me,” he gave an experimental thrust, “So fucking beautiful, mi Estrella.”

“Ay fuck,” you cried out as he filled you over and over again. You clawed at his back as he thrust into you at a fast yet steady pace.

You wrapped your legs around Javi’s waist and pulled him as close as you possibly could, just as desperate as he was. You moaned loudly as he rocked his hips against yours over and over again, each time his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you. As your mouth dropped open to let the sounds flow freely, Javi took the opportunity to kiss you again.

Moans and groans were muffled by the way Javi kissed you so passionately as he thrust into you with wanton need. He felt the way you tightened your grip on him, and he knew you were close. Javi shimmied his hand in between your bodies and played with your clit as he sped up his thrusts, desperate to feel you fall apart at his touch.

“Cum for me, Estrella,” he groaned against your lips.

“As long as you cum too,” you replied breathlessly.

At the same time, both you and Javi hit your peaks and with loud moans and cries, you both came together. Emotions ran high as your bodies trembled against each other as you both rode out your orgasms in tandem. Javi kept his forehead against yours as you breathed into each other and clung together as if your life depended on it.

Once you were both worn out, Javi collapsed down at your side, and you let out a small squeak when he pulled out of you. He quickly gathered you in his arms, though, and you rested your head on his shoulder as you savored the feeling of his strong arms around your body.

“I’m sorry I distracted you from your meeting,” you admitted meekly.

Javi let out a chuckle, “No you aren’t.”

You joined his laughter; Javi always could see right through you, “No I’m not.”

“I will be saving those photos though,” he added with a wicked grin.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” you matched his tone, “I’ll just have to save them for the next time your meetings run late.”

“I cannot wait, mi amor.”

#Javi gutierrez #Javi Gutiérrez x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez imagine #javi gutierrez fic #javi gutierrez fanfiction #javi gutierrez fanfic #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #the unbearable weight of massive talent fic #tuwomt #tuwomt fic

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 months

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Not a BBC Sherlock fan anymore, but absolutely love Sherlock Holmes and Holmes/Watson content in other adaptations.

So, alas, blacklisting the BBC Sherlock tag doesn't really help, because I am still interested in Sherlock Holmes, and not everyone tags their posts as BBC Sherlock specifically when they post something related to it (not blaming anyone for that - I get how tiring it can be to tag the whole thing everytime you post/reblog something - but still.)

I can't even filter the johnlock tag (despite not shipping johnlock in the show anymore) because even people who post Holmes/Watson posts in other adaptations, they tag those as johnlock too (like granada johnlock, etc.) and I don't want to be missing out on them.

I'm not really going anywhere with this hehe. Just a rambling. I still seeing my old friends from the BBC Sherlock fandom (you included) on my dash.

Have a good day!

Hey Nonny *hugs*

Ugh, I'm sorry that searching has become harder for you. I can understand the frustration you're having... perhaps instead you need to filter further NOT by ship tags but by relationships?

If you go to AO3's search page start narrowing it down by Fandom:

This example I just typed Sherlock, so you could choose the specific fandom or various fandom (you can select multiple ones, it will show up with an "x" next to it, then just start typing another one).

THEN, scroll down a bit more, and select from the "Relationship" section:

The "/" means romantic ship (a "slash ship") and the "&" is a platonic / friendship ship (note that some "pre-slash" fics tag them with the ampersand). That should help narrow down your search a lot more than just typing in tags.

In fairness, a LOT of authors use "Sherlock Holmes and Related Fandoms" tag BECAUSE it is an umbrella fandom, so you HAVE to narrow it down more to the specific adaptation you're looking for fics for. Using both seems to work better, I find.

And in defence of authors, Johnlock is the most-known ship tag for them, so you WILL get everything from everywhere. You're best off to make SURE you're using the relationship filter to narrow it down rather than just typing in "Johnlock" as a general tag search.

Unless of course this is ALL already what you're doing then I'm just a fool who can't read LOL 🙃

That all said, I am sorry you're having a hard time finding what you need (and to be fair, my blog isn't the best place to find non-BBC Johnlock fics, LOL) BUT I do really appreciate you still enjoying my content enough to follow me although BBCS isn't your jam anymore <3

I hope I helped a BIT, and it's totally okay to come here and ramble. Surely there are other kindred spirits and maybe your ask helped them find what they're looking for <3

Have a fantastic day, Nonny *hugs*

#steph replies #my tutorials #ao3 things #ao3 #chatting with nonnies #you're always welcome to vent here nonny #fandom life #fandom things

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taterswithranch · 8 months

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Havoc and Homework Official Masterpost

Wooo I didn’t expect this universe to get popular at all hdhdhsk

This will be where all of the students and staff will be recorded! It will be edited as time goes on and the universe expands!

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!!DO NOTE!! This universe is separate from the “Taters Canon” universe. This one is collaborative with my moots and friends. While some of the lore will be different, most will still be relevant to both universes :>

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SOME RULES:

1. Please be respectful of everyone in this au! If I see any unruly behavior, you’ll be blocked and kicked out of the au. No exceptions.

2. If you want a place in the au, send an ask through me first! I’ll respond privately, then you can create the post for your character! Make sure to tag me if you want me to reblog it here :)

3. Do not harass others for a specific role! There are some roles that are only available for a limited number of people (which will be specified later on). Do not try to force others out of a role just so you can have it. You will be blocked.

4. On that note, you’re not obligated to stay. If you want out of the au, that’s perfectly fine! Just let me know and I can take you off the list. You can still keep your character. They just won’t be associated with the au anymore.

5. Collaboration is highly recommended! If you want to build lore with other creators’ ocs, ask! This au is meant to be fun!

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IMPORTANT POSTS/UPDATES (FAQ too ig lol)

Character Limit

Character Lore and Building

Dress Code

Official H+H Blog

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Please also tag any relevant posts with “#havoc and homework”! It’ll make it easier for me and others to find!

Alrighty, now for the roster! It’ll be updated as people enter and exit the au! If you have any roles you’d like to suggest, send in an ask or respond to this post! If you want to make an assistant/student mentor/etc. for any role, limited or not, ask the creator first!

Roster under the cut :)

Concerning the headmaster/principal/vice principal and anything of the sort, those roles will remain vacant and vague. Do not ask for them, they are not available.

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IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE LET ME KNOW

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LIMITED ROLES

Art: Stitchy ( @gothicwitcholive )

Choir: Wilbur T. Hunter ( @flurriethefox )

Culinary Arts: Angelica (me)

Librarian: Eli ( @joyarting )

Nurse: Natalie “Heather” Scarborough ( @hello-universe-lovers )

Orchestra: Cresc (me)

Robotics: Serverus ( @gothicwitcholive )

School DJ: Zapper ( @piperthewolf125 )

Theatre: Faraday Heath ( @alex-dontknow )

Therapist: Hyper ( @piperthewolf125 )

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MULTIPLE ROLES

Biology: Evika ( @joyarting ), Ezra Welton ( @biscuitmcflakes )

Chemistry: Mary Kate ( @averydoesfnfstuff )

Computer: Atari ( @undrsk0re ), Adrien Ethen Scarborough ( @ianosaur03 )

English: Maylin Micho ( @itas-art-life ), Majorie ( @hoodiehydra ), Melissa Ebony ( @shippin-my-sanses )

History: Frenzi Kitts ( @k1rameki )

Languages: Gem Bevientos ( @jinxic )

Math: Ivy Icharix ( @itas-art-life )

Media: Enyo ( @sunnytheclodsdire )

Physics: Monody Fairren ( @lightgriffinsect )

School Maintenance: Zhar Welton ( @biscuitmcflakes )

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STUDENTS

Cerulean ( @anonymous-red-shades )

Jackelina ( @gothicwitcholive )

Phoenix Anderson ( @flurriethefox )

Violette Skye ( @angelsartdump )

Viviolina ( @gothicwitcholive )

#AUGUAYAU IT’S DONE #havoc and homework

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kanmom51 · 1 year

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Run BTS Next Top Genius Special Part 2

I was contemplating if to write a whole separate post here or if to just reblog and add my own two cents.

Went with option no. 1 just cause my fingers, they were itching.

And what is it I'm talking about here?

The rock scissors paper game and the whole discussion about JK's loyalties.

Cause why enjoy the show? Let's go look for how to tear JK down, it's the new pass time for some parts of this fandom.

So, let's join the conversation, shall we?

These people are utterly ridiculous.

Instead of enjoying the damn episode, which was hilarious, btw, they are busy making claims about JK’s supposed behavior. Judging by little snippets they see on Twitter or TikTok instead of seeing the full picture.

*Note to those ridiculous humans:

Watch the damn episode. Full original content people. Do you not remember that rule? And if it’s moving too fast for you, then watch it again, goddammit, before sprouting your nonsense.

I can tell you that I did. Watched it again to figure out what exactly was going on there. What JK was doing. What he was telling Tae. What he told JM before the last round. His explanation at the end about his behaviour (man just knows he can’t lie, lol).

WATCH IT AGAIN IF YOU NEED TO !!

Just a couple of things I wanted to add to this convo.

JK studied the cards, he did try to. Went to Tae and literally told him the truth. “Leave the card you are winning on and change the others”.

Strange behavior you might think, being on JM’s team. But he explains it at the end:

See, I'm not sure the translation is accurate or understandable, lol. But I do think what he meant, bottom line, is that he wouldn't be able to lie and get away with it, lol.

JK did what he knew to do, stick to the truth.

But the end round, telling JM to trust his gut – twice. That was when he showed his true hand. This is after he says to everyone they need to keep a poker face, which they certainly did not…

2nd time:

Tae’s shock when he sees JK is on JM’s team, lol.

And the editors…although I do need to have a talk to them with some of the clear Jikook cuts going on during this episode, with this one they did well…

And I rest my case. That face. He just can't hide it. So, the strategy was: tell the truth, don't get caught, don't be obvious (like go stand next to JM and walk between the two) and trust JM's gut to change the cards around.

Did kind of work... Just saying...

JM’s reaction is also something people overlook.

How worked up he was about Jin and Hobi being on his team. Both of them were hectic on his side of the game while JK who never set foot on JM’s side was on his team, and JM’s reaction to that?

Lol, non existent.

Nothing.

Like the man wasn’t surprised one little bit.

So, either those two are doing the telepathy thing, or maybe we missed one of their multitude of signs of communicating with each other with no words, cause it looked like JM just knew.

Perhaps it was the hand shake at the beginning, maybe there was a little hand squeeze going on or the eye contact (short but meaningful? Lol), or that “trust your gut” bit at the end did it…who knows.

But felt to me like JM just knew JK was on his side of the fence (not only in spirit but by the gods of the game).

When you look at the footage it actually looks like JM was looking for Tae’s reaction when JK goes on his side and found it highly amusing. Just saying.

I also love the way JK is fixing up the covers over JM’s cards when JM was pulling his tantrum over thinking Hobi was working against him, lol.

Also, just wanted to add these just cause they are really pretty:

A-ha...

Go watch the episode if you haven't seen it yet.

It's bloody hilarious.

#Jikook #kookmin #minkook #jungkook #Jk #JM #Jimin #Jikook run bts #jikook run bts next top genius

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angelface-posts · 2 years

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Notes: um hi, kind of crazy that people read my writing????? I did not think that anyone would so thank you to everyone that did <33 ily all!! Also please send asks and stuff, i wanna hear ur horny thoughts.

Also I am aware how stupid fuck or die is but idc and the situation was hard to think of so sorry if it sucks but I think we are all just here to see Frank’s cock so ignore that it is very unrealistic.

reblogs and likes much appreciated :D <3

Pairing: Frank Castle x female!reader.

Summary: Your job with Madani often includes dangerous situations and today was one of those days. Some asshole drugged you with an aphrodisiac and of course only cumming will stop a horrible fiery death, the asshole in question just so happened to be someone the Punisher was after too, will you and Frank cross that line to save each other?

Warnings/ tags: DUBCON (cuz sex pollen, but they both want each other, even without the pollen), p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names, blowjob, masterbation (f), fuck or die lol

lmk if I missed any tags!!

MDNI !! 18+ ONLY I WILL BLOCK U

Today was supposed to be a good fucking day. You had been tracking this asshole for what felt like forever and to make it even sweeter you had an inkling that the Punisher himself was going to be there and you were going to get them both, two birds with one stone and all that.

You did not anticipate that the asshole would have gotten his hands on some ex-military biological weaponry, god bless America, right?

You had gone in alongside Madani but the two of you got split up when he started shooting, leaving you and him in one room together and Madani god knows where.

“Just hand yourself in, there’s no way for you to get out and you’re making it worse for yourself the longer you shoot at us!” You shout across to him, trying to get him to come with you semi willingly.

Before you could say anything more though, the room is filled with gas, what you assumed was just a smokescreen to allow him to get away unseen. However, in a matter of seconds you are beginning to feel faint and disoriented. You must pass out because the next thing you know you are in the arms of one incredibly strong man who is dressed all in black.

“Frank?” you groan out.

“I got you, sweetheart, come on just a little further.”

“It hurts, Frank.” your words come out breathy as heat forms under your skin, the close proximity with Frank only making it come on quicker.

“What hurts, darlin’? You hit anywhere?” His voice is fraught with panic.

“Not hit, it hurts down-down there.” Even with your mind full of drugs the phrase causes heat to flare in your face and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

He is carrying you bridal style and your thighs rub together slightly with his heavy steps, you are barely aware of your surroundings, only thinking about the desire pooling inside you. Suddenly a cool breeze sweeps across your skin making you sigh contentedly as it soothes your burning skin.

You reach what you assume is Frank’s van and he manoeuvres you into the passenger seat, leaving the door open to give you air while he pulls out his phone.

He holds it to his ear for just a few seconds before he starts berating whoever is on the other end, the rising of that deep gravelly voice and the way the vein on his neck stands proud send you further into overdrive.

“...so you just fucking left her there?! You thought she was gone- Madani the next time I see you, you better be wearing a bulletproof vest. What was that fucking gas anyway, she’s burning up and says she’s in pain…an ‘af’ what? Aphrodisiac? Well what the hell does that mean?... Christ. I was only in there for a few minutes, I feel alright, a little hot but judging by the looks of her it’s not as serious...”

You can only hear Frank’s replies to Madani so you can’t really tell what’s going on, not that you would be much use at the moment anway, all you can think about is the slick building between your legs and how fucking good Frank looks right now.

Jesus, was he always this attractive?

Yes.

Fuck.

How long have I had the hots for the fucking Punisher??

Get it together.

But he looks so good, fucking hell…

After his angry phone call, Frank walks back to the passenger side of the van.

“Hey, sweetheart, how you doing?”

“Not good, hurts so bad Frank.”

“I know, I’m sorry, Madani said it’s some kind of drug and you need to, uhh, finish to make it go away. I’m gonna get you home, okay? And then I can ring someone for you, yeah? A partner or ex? A friend even, someone you trust. Can you try and think of someone for me?”

“Uhghg there isn’t anyone.” You groan, frustrated that he can’t see what’s right in front of him. “I-i want you Frank, please.” you’re practically whining now, with need and also the thought of Frank denying you release.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, it’s the drug talking, c’mon lets get you somewhere safer.”

“No, I’ve wanted you for a long time but I could never admit it” you would have been shy under any other circumstance but the drug was working quickly, was it a truth serum as well as an aphrodisiac?

“Jesus, sweetheart, you really don’t know what you're saying right now, you don’t want me, I can promise you that. Deserve someone better than this.” He chuckles dryly at the end, dragging a hand down his face and shaking his head slightly.

“Stop telling me what I want Frank. I need you, I think I trust you more than anyone I know…judging from that you need me too.” You gesture to the slight bulge in his trousers.

“That’s not- that’s not what you think.” He replies, his eyes flitting around nervously, his ears taking on a pinker hue than before. Fuck, had you just made the Punisher blush? as if you could find him any more attractive.

“What I think, Frank, is that you were in that room too, so you must have inhaled at least some of the drug. Please, it hurts so bad, I just need you to make it better.”

“For fucks sake,” he mutters to himself under his breath before looking you in the eyes, “I just don’t want to do anything to hurt you, alright? And what if after this wears off you don’t feel the same way, huh, what then?!”

“Frank I’ll feel the same, I have felt this way for too long. If you don’t drive me somewhere else we are going to end up fucking right here in the car park.”

He slams your door and rounds the van in a jog, throwing himself into the seat and speeding onto the main road, anxiously looking at you from time to time.

The drug has practically taken full effect now, whereas before you could hold a semi-fluent conversation, now all you can’t think of anything but the heat curling in the pit of your stomach and the tingling between your thighs. Frank must sense the change in you because he reaches across to squeeze your arm. He meant it to be reassuring but in your drug infused mind all it did was make the fire burn more fiercely. You inhale sharply before letting out a small moan, your hips rolling in your seat.

“Frank please!” You sob out, you’re properly begging now, all shame gone out of the window.

“Just a little longer, sweetheart, I’m sorry, we aren’t far now.” His eyebrows are drawn together and his voice is laced with genuine concern. He has retracted his hand from your overheated skin now, resting them firmly on the steering wheel, knuckles practically white.

Suddenly, the urge gets too much and you have to find some kind of relief. Your hand pushes past the waistband of your trousers and into your underwear, which you find completely soaked. Your wet folds feel hot and swollen, your body begging for release.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just have to- it’s too much Frank, I have to,” your words come out confused and whiny, too focused on the overwhelming feeling to be coherent.

“S’okay, baby, do what you gotta do.” His low voice sends a shiver through you and you whimper when your eyes catch his, finding only concern and perhaps some desire rather than the disgust or judgement you expected to be there.

Your fingers work quickly, rubbing over your slippy folds and protruding bundle of nerves. The feeling is like nothing else you have ever felt, the pleasure magnified to a huge degree. Finally you sink your fingers into your heat, a relieved sigh slips out of you and you see Frank briefly look in your direction. His eyes locked on the sight of your hand working into yourself under your trousers, and you see him shift slightly in his own seat.

You keep rocking onto your own fingers, your chest is heaving now and your moans and whines are getting louder by the minute.

“Fuck, feel s’good, Frank, I wish it was you, love your hands so much,” you’re not even aware of what you’re saying at this point but it spurs Frank into playing along now.

“That so, baby? What do you like about these hands, huh?” He’s trying to help you over the edge without having to touch you himself, still concerned about overstepping boundaries. He thought that maybe if you came like this, the drug might wear off enough that you wouldn’t need him, and he would go home alone and spend some time with his own hand to work the drug out of his system too.

“Uhhh, they’re so fuckin’ big Frank, d’you know that? Fuck, and they look so strong too, just wanna feel them all over me.” You’re so close now you can feel the rush of it coming on strong, hips moving fast against your fingers, your palm catches just right against your clit and you’re there. Moaning out Frank’s name and bucking wildly, legs shaking and closing around your hand.

“That’s it, pretty girl, there we go. Sh sh sssh, you’re alright, did so good.” He speaks to you soft and low, stealing glances at you to try and gauge how you’re feeling now, whilst also trying not to crash the van. “You feeling any better, sweetheart?” Finally he has pulled into the parking lot at his apartment.

“Need more, Frank, I’m sorry, please, I need you, need more” Your voice is just wet sobbing at this point, you can’t help but feel so overwhelmed at all these feelings. Cumming has left you more sated now, but the ache isn’t fully gone, and you just want him close to you.

“Shsh ssh, it’s alright, gonna take good care of you, darlin’, don’t you worry.” he strokes his fingers gently across your cheek before pulling you closer and kissing your head lightly.

He gets out of the van and rounds to your side, opening the door before leaning across you to undo the belt. If the sweet heady smell of you was strong in the van, leaning close like this makes it completely overwhelming to him, another effect of the drug. He holds a hand out and helps you out of the van, ushering you towards the building and thanking whatever god was out there that the lift had been fixed a few days before.

Eventually you reach his apartment and he leads you to the bedroom, sparse and lacking personality for the most part, the only sign of his living there are the stack of books on the bedside table. The sheets are clean and tidy - military habits are hard to kick - and his pillow smells faintly of him once he lies you down on it. You sigh out at the warm feeling the scent gives you, pheromones enhanced by the drug making you light headed.

“What do you need, baby?” he’s lying practically on top of you, supported by one arm, leaving the other free so he can softly cup your face.

“You Frank, please, anything you’ll give me, want it all.” you’re breathless with need, practically panting under him.

He smiles softly at your heated words, his free hand moving from your face to stroke down your side before pulling at the waistband of your trousers, you lift your hips to allow him to free you of your underwear at the same time and then he helps you pull off the rest of your clothes leaving you bare to him.

His hand moves between your thighs now, finding your clit with ease and rubbing slick, messy circles over you, a content noise catching in your throat at the relief of him finally touching you.

“So wet baby, you came so much already, huh?” His words make you moan, arching up to him, his head is buried in your neck now, leaving small kisses as he talks to you. All the while, his fingers never falter, even with your writhing under him.

“Feel’s s’good Frank, don’t stop,” you’re so lost in your pleasure that you don’t even acknowledge his question, but the wet sound of his fingers once he pushes them into you highlights just how slick you are. All he can do is smile fondly at your hazy state, kissing your cheek and the corner of your mouth, slightly in awe of the view of you under him.

The drug has been working slower on him, him being bigger and having had a smaller dose than you but he is certainly feeling something from it, heat rising under his skin and the aching of his cock reminds him that he needs to cum too.

“These hands living up to expectation?” He smirks down at you, your eyebrows drawn together in pleasure, mouth hanging open with silent moans and pants you can’t contain. You just nod desperately in affirmation, words failing you.

His long fingers are reaching parts of you that yours can’t seem to, pumping against your g-spot practically in time with the rapid beating of your heart. Your hips rock up to his hand, moving with his fingers and the obscene sloshing sound of your pussy is almost pornographic.

You keep moving with him until you reach your end, hips shuddering and bucking, your moans loud enough for neighbours to hear now. He praises you through the whole thing, how good you look coming undone for him, the impossible clenching of your pretty little pussy.

You have barely come back down as he moves himself between your legs properly now, kissing you deeply and rutting against you, you suddenly realise he still has his clothes on and the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against you.

“Can I fuck you now, baby? Shit, that drugs some powerful stuff, I’ve never - ah fuck - never been this hard in my fucking life.” He’s still moving against you as he talks and peppering kisses to your face and lips.

“Please, Frank, I want it,” your multiple orgasms mean the drug is just a small buzz under your skin now, instead of a roaring fire but still all you want is to feel him fill you to the hilt, stretch you out and to see him come undone just like you did.

He makes quick work of his clothes, you don’t miss the wet patch along the zipper caused by your pussy rubbing against him. When he finally gets his boxers off you can’t help but inhale a small gasp at the sight of him. Standing proud, the tip looks almost angrily red and you have no idea how he held out this long, making sure you were taken care of while he himself was in just as bad shape.

“So pretty, Frankie,” you can’t help the soft adoration from leaving your lips, “can I taste you?”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you tryna make a man blush? ‘Pretty’” he scoffs under his breath and shakes his head looking away from you, but he can’t help how his heart swells slightly at your praise, “you don’t gotta do all that, honey-”

“But I want to, so bad.” You cut him off and move to the edge of the bed grasping one of his arms to pull him closer before smoothing your hands up the sides of his thighs, reaching for his cock, looking up briefly to see his nod of consent before taking the hard velvet into your hand.

You pump him softly and he lets out a groan at the relief of your touch, hips bucking slightly as he gets used to the pleasure.

“Sorry, can’t help it darlin’, feels so good.” His speech is breathy and strained.

“S’okay, just want you to feel good,” you reply before taking him into the wet heat of your mouth. A lot of him doesn’t fit so you work him with your hand at the same time, bobbing your head and moaning at the feel of him filling your mouth. You continue like this for a few minutes, licking and sucking to your heart's content, Frank growing more and more needy by the second.

“Jesus, m’not gonna last, baby, I gotta be inside, that okay?” he pulls you off of him with a wet pop. Your soft please is all it takes to have him lifting you back on to the bed properly and slotting between your thighs. You’re still so slick from cumming earlier that he glides into you with hardly any resistance. You both moan out as he pushes all the way in, before stilling as best he can to check you’re alright.

You buck your own hips slightly and he gets the picture and begins moving, his hips hardly leaving yours before snapping back to you. His pelvis catches your clit just right and with how sensitive you are it doesn’t take long for you to be nearing that all encompassing feeling yet again.

“Goddamn, baby, this perfect little pussy. You gonna cum? Can feel you clenching around me.” His voice is strained with the effort of trying to keep composure but he manages to look into your eyes as he talks, overwhelming you in the best way, unable to see or feel anything but him.

“Yeah, I’m so close, please don’t stop, you feel s’good.” All you can do is whine under him, clinging on to his arms for some semblance of grounding.

He speeds up at your words, grunting in earnest, the sound of your wetness and your skin meeting again and again pushes you both to the edge. He drops down right as he releases groaning loudly against you, hips stuttering in their rhythm. You cum hard, it blindsides you, you bite into his shoulder to try and mute your moans but they seem to escape anyway.

You lay there for a while both panting before you break the silence with laughter, you can’t help it. You’re laughing at how ridiculous the situation was and at the sheer amount of bliss that coursed through you, leaving you thoroughly exhausted and content.

“What you laugh at, pretty girl?” He moves to lie beside you, taken aback at how gorgeous you look, fucked out and happy.

“I don’t even know,” you smile like an idiot before kissing him, it’s mostly teeth through your smiles but it’s sweet. “Thank you. For looking after me, Frank, I’m so glad this happened, glad it was you.”

“It was my pleasure,” he jokes before turning more serious, “I’m glad you don’t regret anything, sweetheart. Will you stay here for the night? Not done taking care of you yet.”

You do stay, and true to his word he takes care of you, in a much more innocent way. Running you a hot bath and bathing you himself, cleaning your skin softly and giving you sweet kisses as he goes. He warms some clothes for you in the tumble drier and cooks you a simple pasta dish. He even changes the sheets on the bed before cuddling you to sleep, facing each other, your head tucked into his neck and his hands softly tracing up and down your back.

Yeah, maybe today was a good day and maybe you didn’t want to put the punisher away after all…

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To Cry for the Moon Part 10 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author's Note: The one is going to be tough, but I promise it will pay off. We actually do have a plan for this story.

Please do not take, copy, or translate without talking to me first. Reblogs, likes, and comments are encouraged. But anything else please message me first. I work really hard on these, I was a writing apprentice for a comic book writer and learned this craft despite having issues I had to overcome, like essential tremors, a mild reading disability, and aphantasia. I put my heart and soul into everything I write. Thank you.

The story idea, and most of the voicemails to Steven & Marc were written by @jupitersmoon167 (the original post I saw is here!) Also realized I should probably add content warnings, so I did and tagged them. If you think I missed a warning please send me an ask. I try to tw tag even the tiniest thing so no one has to suffer if I can help it.

Y/N = Your Name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. Italics are the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo, @faefanatic, @urlocallsimp @assassinsasha23, @queenariesofnarnia, @rmoonstoner, @crypticruler, @animelover18, @philiasoul, @distinguishedmakerpandapatrol, @22carolina08, @preciousbabypeter

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader

Content Warning: Mental Illness, Injury, Death, Violence, Fighting

Word Count: 2k+ (for those curious the whole fic wc is 17,332. And it is nowhere near done lol)

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 11, Part 12

Part 10: Seemingly the End

After getting off the plane painful memories came rushing back. Y/N had not been back here since the Eternals separated. It was a painful memory but she pushed through it. After taking a short trip to a small city, Y/N pulls out her phone. She makes one last call before they venture too far from the jungle-surrounded city to have signal. She calls Steven and isn't surprised to hear his outgoing voicemail again.

“Screw the theatrics, I don’t even know if you’re even going to get this. We’re in the middle of the god damn Amazon because Druig thought it would be a grand fucking idea to place his cult here of all places. He’s a stubborn bastard, but if we’re gonna pull this off we need him. I'm sorry, Marc, Steven. I am so sorry. Osiris can tell you what is happening, all Khonshu has to do is ask. Khonshu was more right about me than he could have ever known. And well, I meant it earlier when I said you should talk to your dad, you uh, never know when he’ll kick the bucket, so to speak. I miss you guys, I wish I could talk-” she lost signal as they got further from the city. She hoped enough of the message went through. She put her phone away and took to the air to attempt to narrow down Druig's commune location.

Her feet touch the ground as they near the modest commune. She could feel the people around them. Their hearts are kind and welcoming. She watches the people around her as the others talk. They all feel like good people. She can feel their loyalty. It's quiet and content. Her focus is drawn and she feels herself truly smile for the first time since leaving London when Druig finally walks out.

"Please," Druig says with a smirk, "Make yourselves at home."

He studied Y/N as she got closer. "Who do I need to control off a cliff for taking the stars from your eyes?" Druig asks as she finally near him.

"Wouldn't kill him, or them, if you did, but you'd probably still enjoy it," Sprite told him. Druig raised a brow.

"Doesn't matter," Y/N says, knowing it was so much more than her issues with Marc and Steven. "It's good to see you." It wasn't a lie. She always missed Druig. He was more her brother than the others. Druig could always understand how overwhelming her powers were. How being surrounded by people was a blessing and a curse. He could feel the minds around him like a constant buzz. Y/N always felt the same thing but instead of minds, it was hearts. Having to sit back and watch the wars and conflicts as time went on weighed on her heart as it did his mind. They had an understanding of things that the others just couldn't comprehend. The heart and the mind were vital to human existence after all. The only difference was he could control minds, she had to judge hearts as is. And honestly, he thinks he was given the easier task.

Druig rolls his eyes but hugs her, he didn't need to read her mind to know how broken she was. "Told you that you should have come with me. They would have loved you. No one would have broken your heart." He gestures to the members of his commune.

"Ask me again after you talk to everyone else," she tells him.

"I might just hold you to it." Druig grins.

"I might just let you." Y/N hugs him again.

Druig chuckles as he pulls away, and goes to the main hall with her just behind him.

She knew he was stubborn but she had hoped he wouldn't resist them so much. He gets under everyone's skin so easily sometimes. And Ikaris made it easy. It didn't help Sersi's phone went off. It made Y/N want to check hers, but she knew she wouldn't have anything. Marc didn't want anything to do with her. No need to waste the battery. Instead she reached out with her powers to feel the community Druig had cultivated for years. They were so content. It wasn't easy knowing if the team failed, these people would die. Her attention was drawn back by Ikaris saying Druig was wasting their time. Druig hadn't agreed to join them. She wasn't really surprised. She had been hopeful, but not unrealistic.

Y/N follows Druig out. "You told me to ask you to stay again," he says.

"I did," Y/N replied.

"Would you?" He asks.

"Not if it means I'd just have to stay here and watch them all die without trying to stop it. Osiris and Isis believe we can stop it. I have let them down enough ready, I have to try."

"And you're here to convince me to help," he states.

"I'm here because I missed you and I would feel better if you were there. Is it so bad I wanted to see one of my best friends one last time before we all might die or get reset? Yes, I was hoping you would help us, but I'm not going to make you."

"You still wouldn't join me, would you? You love your human too much, the one that broke your heart. You could always bring him."

"His mind would drive you up a wall. They have at least 3 personalities and Khonshu in their head."

"Sounds crowded," Druig admits. "But does sound amusing. Haven't had a new challenge in centuries."

"If you want a challenge then join us, forcing a celestial to sleep, I don't think you could find a bigger challenge."

"I see what you did there," Druig says, shaking his head.

"And you know me too well to know I can't just let humanity end because of Arishem's lies. I've always been willing to die for the truth, only this time I genuinely might."

"Try not to," he says. Before they can say much more, they hear Sersi shouting. Deviants. Deviants had found them. Y/N takes off running, summoning her wings as she did. She flies and joins Kingo in trying to buy the others enough time to get the villagers clear of the fight. As Kingo focuses on keeping one of them busy, Y/N tries to keep them away from where Sersi is leading the people. She shouts for Sersi when the other Eternal is hit while trying to fortify the building. Y/N immediately launches a round of feathers at the beast to draw it away from her friend. Her attacks are joined by rifle fire and her heart sinks when she sees a number of villagers under Druig’s control shooting at the beast. She goes to volley another attack when Druig jumps over the deviant and shoots at it.

“Seriously?!” She shouts as she drops down to block the creature's tail as it swipes at the humans. Her wings took the brunt of the blow. She hopes that Druig is paying enough attention so that she doesn’t end up with a bullet in her back while trying to defend his people. She doesn’t even have enough time between blows to get a hit in. She focuses everything she has on staying ahead of the deviant's tail. She was starting to think that splitting her powers may have actually been a mistake when she feels herself losing her footing. Unable to get into the air was limiting what she could do. She tries to summon a blade but the deviant shifts faster than she can, wraps its tail around her leg and slams her into the dirt, before she can get her wings back up to protect herself, the jaws of the beast latch onto her side. Ripping a scream from her as it does.

The only reason it doesn’t kill her is that Sersi traps it in a metallic tree and Druig pulls her out from the shocked creature’s gaping maw. She pushes him away. She doesn’t have the energy to tell him how stupid he was being. She left Sersi to talk sense into him. Y/N took to the sky to get a better chance for an attack. The pain in her side was unbelievable, but she focused on attacking as the deviant broke free from its improvised cage. She’d never been so glad to see Ikaris in her life when he shows up to take on the deviant now heading for Druig. He took the beast out swiftly with his eye beams, before going after another. She tried to give him aerial support, but it was becoming harder and harder to build up enough energy for an attack. She feels water hit her as Sersi battles a deviant by hand. Y/N is just as shocked as the rest of the group when Sersi transforms the deviant into a tree.

Y/N begins to feel her wings fade and flicker, and her vision grows fuzzy around the edges. She knows she won’t last much longer. Her heart is beating too fast and the bite on her side has already soaked her shirt and jacket in blood. She knew her phone was probably smashed in her pocket. There went her chance at telling Steven and Marc goodbye. She tries to lower herself gently to the ground but her knees buckle and she falls. She hears shouting and feels hands on her. They move her and she stares at the tops of the trees. She wishes she could see more of the sky. She loves the sky. She loves flying. It felt natural. She wishes she could see the moon, one last time. To know that maybe, just maybe she'd get to say goodbye. She tried, but all that came out was a choked sob. She wanted to tell them all that she would see them in the next life. It wasn't until hands gripped her face and brushed back her tears that she focused on the figures now blocking small bits of the canopy.

She tried to reach for them and her blood-soaked hand was pulled into Sersi's own. She shook her head at Druig as he tried to help her. Her other hand gestures for them to come closer. They do. She summons up as much energy as she can. "Save them for me."

"We will," Sersi says.

She leans her head up with the last strength she has and bumps Druig's forehead earning a sad laugh. Her head drops back down but he returns the gesture.

"You've got nothing to worry about now," he says. Her strength is gone, she closes her eyes and knows it's over. A fleeting thought of goodbye and then darkness.

Druig was on his feet as soon as he knew she was gone. He looked at the destruction around them and the blood on his hands. Sersi squeezes the limp hand in hers before she stands up. She needs to think. She has to call Steven. Sersi feels another piece of her heart shatter. But before she can do anything she's called because Y/N isn't the only loss. Gilgamesh had fallen defending Thena. And Thena was inconsolable.

Egyptian Underworld

Osiris hears shouting. He approaches the scales as the chains of the plate holding the feather break. He picks up the feather and it feels wrong. Very wrong. Too much like a normal feather and the ethereal glow dims slightly. That was not good. He gently sets it aside. "Time to intervene," he says and gestures for Anubis to follow him as he opens the gates and they pass through. Summoning their avatars he opens the path to Y/N. "Oh little feather, what did you do." He nods at Anubis who has his avatar carefully lift Y/N and they return to the temple. "Fix her up as best you can. Her master may have forsaken her, but we shall not. Teach those Celestials that they have no more power over death than we do."

Osiris was quick to retrieve the feather of truth, encouraged by the slight glow that it still held. It was her, she had told him. Now he would use it to put things back the way they should be. A devoted goddess like Ma'at deserved at least that. If she was too far gone and beyond his reach, he would have Anubis do what he was best at, what he was worshipped for. But Osiris felt it would work. They would not be saying goodbye to Earth. It was not their time yet.

Ruins of Druig's Commune

"Where is she?" Kingo asks as he goes to retrieve Y/N to place her alongside Gilgamesh.

"What?" Druig pushes past him to find Y/N's body gone.

"You're sure she was dead?" Ikaris asks and earns a vicious glare from Druig.

"Yes," Druig spat.

"Maybe an animal-"

"Don't-" Druig warns.

"Druig," Kingo starts.

"Then we have to find her," Sersi says.

Sprite and Thena stay with Gilgamesh while the others search and find nothing. No signs of tracks, no trace. Nothing. They eventually decide that they had to give Gilgamesh a proper send-off. And Sersi still had something she needed to do.

Once Sersi was able to clean her hands she found her phone and found Steven's number. She calls it. They don't answer, though she wasn’t surprised. They probably thought Y/N had borrowed her phone to call. So she left them a message she knew would destroy them if and when they do get it.

"Steven, or Marc, it's Sersi, I…I hate having to do this in a voicemail. I would rather do this in person, or even in a real phone call, I…if we had more time I would do this in person, but we lost Y/N. Part of me hopes Khonshu knows, she always found it annoying when he boasted about knowing all that happened under the moon." Sersi let out a shaky laugh. "She…well, she fought to the end. She loved humanity, she loved you all. She loved you, both of you. She would want you to know."

Sersi hung up and just hoped the message got through. But she would find a way to reach them, to save them, and all of humanity. Druig was onboard now. They would end this for all of them. Their deaths would mean something.

Temple of the Gods

The first thing that registers to Y/N's mind is the cold. She feels cold, the cold stone beneath her makes her shiver.

"Welcome back, Ma'at," the voice of Isis' avatar says. "The goddess will be glad you pulled through." Y/N goes to speak but is hushed. She hears footsteps approaching followed by a whispered conversation she cannot process. Y/N finally opens her eyes but puts up no fight as she is lifted. The avatar of Anubis sets her back down but this time on a soft blanket that the goddess' avatar gently wraps around her. "You have been through quite the journey, and you need rest. Sleep now."

The next time she wakes Osiris is there, his avatar looms above her as he updates her on what has happened. Her family had lost another soul. Gilgamesh had fought and earned a warrior's death and were it up to Osiris he would be rewarded in his afterlife. Sadly, Gilgamesh, like Ajak, was beyond his reach.

"But your feather saved you," he told her. "Your commitment to serving humanity in this life and the next is what brought you back. Your strength will hopefully return with time, but your heart beats again, and when the time comes you will show the Celestials that we gods are not to be underestimated. He sat the feather gently beside her, the faint glow although weaker than before still shown. "You have earned more time, feather. I know you will use it wisely."

She wakes again in a bed with soft light shining through the open window. "You are safe," the voice of Osiris' avatar spoke. "You will find everything you need in this room. Bathroom, if you feel like you have the strength is through there." He gestures to an open door. "You are safe here. Osiris will summon you when the time comes."

"I need to call my family, to call-"

"If you wish to help them you will not waste your energy," another voice spoke. She recognized the avatar for Horus. "You wish to join your friends again to fix things, do you not?"

"I do," she admits.

"Then do not waste your energy or tax your healing system with concerns that won't matter. You do not yet know if you can join them or if they will succeed. Why make them suffer your death twice?"

"And Khonshu has not graced us with his presence, even Taweret is surprised, but no need to worry the old bird over things he cannot change. Heal first, then you can right your wrongs."

#To Cry for the Moon Fic #eternals!reader #moon knight eternals crossover fic #eternals x reader #egyptian gods x eternals!reader #marc spector x eternals!reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x female!reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x female!reader #steven grant x reader #khonshu x reader #tw: death #tw: violence #tw: fighting #tw: injury #tw: mental illness

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cyncerity · 1 year

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this took three days but i’m actually really happy with it? that never happens??

anyway, feel free to send asks for this au, i think by now we know that i’m thinking about it too much, but i hope you like these!

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131 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

Steddie stranger things borrower au is all I need and want in my depressing life

just for you 💖

The nickname “big boy” just became twice as flirty jokingly mocking

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this isn’t my usual content but i could not rest until i drew this

this is kinda a “secret world of arriety” type au (if you’ve ever read “the borrower” or “the littles” book series, think of those) but with stranger things!

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156 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

This was based off of an instagram meme that i think was made for women over the age of 50, but when vore inspiration strikes, you have to do something.

So, here’s this!! I may make this a series, I may not, but it may depend on if y’all even like this story or not lol

so without further ado, here’s some crimeboys noms >:)

tw: kinda implied mentions of neglect/abuse, swearing, and vore

He had to get away. Tommy couldn’t stay another day in this damn house, he felt like he was suffocating. He had to leave, somehow.

All of his things were already packed. The little he had was stored in various bags he had stolen from the attic when the thought of running away had first occurred to him. When he had first realized that he couldn’t stay in this shithole any longer.

Now to think of where. That had been his main concern. Hotels were too expensive, and god knows he didn’t have any friends who would let him stay with them.

Which left him with one option, though he was dreading it.

A few months ago, a new app had been created. A way to book “unique” temporary living arrangements with giants. It was part of some weird initiative to get humans and giants to get along better, and had fully stapled itself to the claims that some humans who lived with giants made about how being eaten could be “relaxing.”

That’s right, as awful an idea as this seemed to Tommy and almost everyone else, there was now a way to book what could qualify as the worlds weirdest airbnb within giants. Literally. Apparently some giants were completely ok with random humans using their organs as a weekend get away, because there were plenty on the app for Tommy to scroll through. And scroll he did.

He had realized a while ago that this may be the cheapest option, and had gone through the website for hours until he had found someone. Early 20s, no criminal record that he could find with a limited google search, good reviews that he could tell were mostly from humans friends that he had, but the man seemed nice enough. He ignored the paranoia that told him that this man was only cheap because he would lure Tommy to his death. That the moment he and Tommy met, it would be over, and he’d be just another missing and forgotten person. Another victim to a random giant where there’d be no proof of his death and nothing to-

No, he couldn’t afford to think like that. This had to work. And, besides, was it really worth still living if he had to be at this house any longer? As much as he hated himself for thinking it, he’d rather let this stranger be the death of him than spend another second with his abusive shit family.

Tommy had messaged him once or twice and had paid him once already just to settle the deal. He ignored the feeling of dread in his gut every time he even thought about the giant, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. After all, this man would be holding his life in him until he got his shit together enough to at least get a job. He didn’t know how long that would be, but he needed to be practically untraceable. He couldn’t risk his family finding him. He couldn’t risk being taken back home.

He sent one final text to the man about where to meet. He knew it was late, but he had warned him in advance that he was probably gonna get a text in the middle of the night, so he slowly crept out of his window and, seeing that the coast was clear, ran, not looking back.

He would never look back.

…

Tommy had arrived at the meetup spot and had been waiting for 30 minutes and, still, no sign of the giant. Ok, now that he thought about it, maybe this did seem a little suspicious. Supposing the giant was a normal ass man, getting a text saying “meet me in an abandoned Tesco parking lot” was a weird thing to receive at 2:45 in the morning. But, again, Tommy was shooting to be untraceable. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing him or his giant. Could he call this stranger “his giant?” Whatever. Tommy knew his family. He didn’t want other people to get hurt, but he couldn’t do this alone. Even if it was a stranger, he needed help.

Tommy just sat and kept thinking, thoughts spiraling into what he would do if the giant never showed up, if he actually had to do this by himself, when the ground began to shake. Tommy quickly stood up and had to strain his neck looking up to see the giant approach. And, holy shit, this fucker was tall.

Tommy had never met a giant before. Hell, almost no humans had. But from what he knew, they shouldn’t be this tall. He felt his knees begin to shake and his palms sweat as he took in the full size and image of the monster that he had hired to eat him. He had fluffy brown hair, wire rimmed glasses and a yellow sweater with a brown puffer jacket on and, weirdly enough, had a mask covering his mouth. He seemed to be hunched over, looking around for what Tommy could only assume to be him, pulling his red-brown beanie further over his head almost nervously. His eyes frantically scanned the empty lot until he found him, where he quickly made his way over as Tommy stumbled back, falling onto the ground and shaking violently from the cold and fear.

“There you are!!” the giant said, “Tommy, right? I’ve been looking all over for you! What were you thinking making this the meetup spot?!”

Tommy could barely speak. It felt like his head had been stuck in a freezer, his throat frozen and his mind muddled and cloudy, unable to form a response. “I-I..it….i- it was c- close…” he whimpered, stumbling back farther. The giant only then seemed to notice Tommy’s fear as he sighed and knelt down, trying to be more eye level as he spoke quieter. “It’s ok, kid. Fuck, you’re younger than I thought you’d be. You mean it’s close to your house, right?” Tommy nodded hesitantly and Wilbur continued. “Thought so. You probably didn’t want to haul your stuff all the way to the giant side. It’s just…i’m not technically allowed to be here.” Tommy looked up at him, confused, his breath slowing and his panic was subsiding now that the giant wasn’t towering over him and scanning the grounds for him like a fucking predator hunting it’s prey. The giant must’ve noticed his confusion, as he continued. “This isn’t a mutual territory. If i get caught here, i could get in a lot of trouble. I tried texting and calling you to tell you, given that humans don’t know a lot about the laws giants have to follow, but you weren’t responding, so i figured i’d just come and make this quick before the cops notice me.” He said. Ah, so that’s what the surgical mask was for. So the cops couldn’t recognize him. He held out a finger to Tommy, and he tried not to think about how this singular finger was taller than his whole body. “I’m Wilbur, by the way, i don’t think i ever introduced myself.” Tommy shuffled closer and grabbed the tip of the finger in an awkward attempt at a handshake. “I-I’m Tommy.”

“As nice as it is to meet you, you seem really nervous. First time?” Tommy nodded again, miraculously feeling less nervous by the second. Something about this guy, maybe his calming voice or how much more human he was than Tommy assumed he’d be, made Tommy trust him.

Or maybe it was the fact that this was the first time in a long time he had been treated with kindness. His family was barely decent to him, so this was a nice change, if an unexpected one.

“First time meeting a giant, actually.” “No offense, I can kind of tell.” Wilbur said, though there was no judgement in his voice. “Y’know, you don’t have to do this now. We could always resched-“ “No!!” Tommy shouted, interrupting the giant. “No, no, I want to, I have to, I’m out of options, please.” At that, Wilbur began to look concerned. “Tommy what do you mean ‘out of options?’ Are you ok? Do you need help?” “This is my help! Sure, maybe I’m a little bit fucking terrified, but i have nowhere else to go. I- I can’t go back, please, please, Wilby.” Tommy finished, the nickname naturally rolling off his tongue like he had known the giant his whole life. Wilbur looked at him with a vague look of concern and pity before bringing one of his giant fingers closer to Tommy’s face. Tommy didn’t even have time to react before it gently swiped across his cheek, wiping away tears he didn’t even know he had shed. “Ok, ok, i’ll help, it’s alright.” He said, giving Tommy a warm smile (he assumed; his eyes scrunched up a little near the outer edges, which seemed like a good sign he was smiling) that only slightly hid the concern still plastered on his face. And though Tommy still couldn’t see most of the aforementioned face, his eyes portrayed everything Tommy needed. Wilbur wore his heart on his sleeve; he liked that.

Tommy could have sobbed in relief as Wilbur’s words fully sunk in. He was going to get away, and the thought of finally being free was enough to drown out any more fears of what was about to happen. Wilbur then reached behind him and grabbed some of his bags, which looked ridiculously minuscule in his hand, as he brought them up to his mouth before pausing. “Do you want to go down first or do you want me to do to do these? For some people, it can be a bit nerve racking to see me swallow something first.” Tommy thought about it, then shook his head. It’s not like he wanted to see his few meager possessions disappear down the throat of a giant, especially knowing he’d have to join them, but he wasn’t gonna chicken out now. He just needed a few seconds to collect himself, and what Wilbur did with his bags in that time was none of his business.

Wilbur calmly lifted the bags back up, all of them at the same time, and slipped them under his mask. Within a few seconds, Tommy saw a vague outline slip down Wilbur’s throat, bobbing his addam’s apple a bit as they descended to where Tommy would be staying for a short while…maybe he should have gone first.

It all reminded him of a nature documentary he had seen on snakes once; he could see the outline of some poor rodent slowly trail down the snake to its final resting place.

Tommy tried not to think about that last part. After all, he’d be fine. He wasn’t prey, not to Wilbur, anyway. To his family…maybe. Not like they mattered anymore, though.

Tommy felt giddy enough at that thought that he stepped forward towards Wilbur as he watched the man press against his midsection gently, presumably to make sure Tommy’s bags had ended up in the right organ. After that confirmation, Wilbur looked back down, setting his hand palm up next to Tommy. “You ready for this, big man?” Tommy grinned at the nickname, at the way Wilbur treated him. Like a person; an equal. He grinned so hard it almost hurt. “Ready as i’ll ever be.”

Tommy felt himself be lifted and watched as Wilbur used his free hand to lift his mask just enough for Tommy to fit under and into his mouth. Tommy quickly found a perch on his lip and tried to climb in the rest of the way himself before realizing holy shit oh prime good fucking god his teeth were sharp. Wilbur made muffled cry of concern as his hand came back up under Tommy as he stumbled a bit. But, after the initial shock of the teeth being way sharper than he thought, Tommy managed to climb in the rest of the way successfully.

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My #1 post of 2022

the last post did so much better than expected! i’m genuinely really surprised, thanks for all the support on my short little shitty comic hsjsksl

Anyway, here’s pt. 2!!

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Hello I am Cup. My writing pseudonym is G. Rose (subject to change bc im indecisive...) & welcome to my original writing & OC blog & my self publishing journey.

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Anon who wanted to contribute to the fandom here, thank you so much for the recommendations on what I can do!! I do have two more questions though if you are alright with answering those.

When it comes to perseveration, what do you think is in the most dire need for it? I am thinking of creating a site dedicated to persevering a sole aspect of the media in Guilty Gear, I just don’t want to accidentally have it focused on something already wildly saved already.

And for my second question, when it comes to digging up media, where do you recommend I begin? Are there certain sites or apps that can help me find GG lost media? Or are links to places to look something the lore server also provides?

Yeah, no problem!! I'm still pretty new at GG media preservation compared to most of the other people doing it, but I don't mind sharing what I know ^^

Honestly probably the interview articles, then the scanned stuff, followed by the .ROM rips, and then the sprite/background rips. The music is by far the most archived part of GG. ArcSys apparently basically never files takedown notices so the OSTs are uploaded everywhere lol

I don't think the lore server has website links for this kind of stuff but there are a few sites that I end up returning to for stuff occasionally. Readmore again because there are kind of a lot haha

Oh, a quick note before you dive into this: Avoid Blade (gear-project on here; sometimes Blade Highwind elsewhere). He used to do some old preservation stuff and work on translations/lore documents but he has a reputation for purposely manipulating or misinterpreting the canon, on top of just generally being racist and trans/homophobic. You'll see his name often on old forums/archives. It might be worth saving his stuff for shiggles but that's your call.

I'm heading out for the day here soon so I'll answer this now but if I think of anything else while I'm out, I'll reblog it when I get home and add on to it.

Archive.org - The bae. Most of the lore server (myself included) upload our projects here. Mostly scanned works but a few .ROMs are on here too. The Wayback Machine can be used to find lost stuff from defunct Geocities pages or, if you're really good, you might be able to find old/dead GG fansites hosted outside of Geocities.

GuiltyGear.ru - I have no idea who runs this site but its last update was in 2015. Has a bunch of art/sprite rips, archives of old official fankits, WinAmp skins, just like a lot of old interesting stuff. I have a feeling I'm gonna hop on one day and they aren't gonna have renewed the domain and it'll be dead so I've saved a good portion of the things uploaded here but would like to doublecheck some day. It wouldn't hurt to also maybe make a backup of it, imo.

FightersGeneration - Active general fighting games website. Has a bunch of loose scans, sprites, art for GG though. I don't think this website is in danger of going down anytime soon, but it could save you some trouble of going to archive something and double checking to see if FG has it first, though FG's archives for GG are not comprehensive since they do other fighting games too.

Vimm's Lair - Still active .ROM archive that's been running since 1997 (!!). Also not in danger of going down any time soon but it's another reference to see what has and has not been preserved already. Their page for GG has icons next to what .ROMs they're missing.

The Dustloop forums - These seem to be entirely inactive and searching them is a pain in the ass but I've found some cool stuff on here before just from poking around. Might lead to some ancient fan sites to run through Wayback Machine.

This is a touchy topic for some, but it might also be interesting preserving old fanfiction from FF.net and ao3 (and old forums/fan sites). This is a form of art that is often overlooked when people talk about preserving fan content. Since most authors are still active, I wouldn't touch anything from maybe like the last idk 10 years or so? But anything older than that is entering "danger of becoming lost media" territory, imo. No idea where you could upload these if you decide to back them up though...

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Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Ch. 15)

(Blankshippers DNI)

(Please refer to beginning of chapter 1 post for complete list of CWs/TWs)

(This chapter's illustrations done by me!)

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

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(Extra notes: YIPPIEE!! Here's chapter 15, everyone! I had everything done today, so I thought I'd post a week early than I usually do! This chapter may come off as a bit repetitive, both because it's to help with the certain structure and way of presenting the points within the chapter, as well as me kiinda struggling just a bit with it, so I apologize for that. That aside, I hope yall enjoy it!)

(Important message under the dash, please read! The chapter's text will be after the message!)

(Hi guys! As I just told yall, I have something important to tell yall-- and don't worry! It's not anything like the fic getting cancelled! What it is, is that I'd simply like to take a little bit of a break, (as I have been focusing a lot on this fic for quite as while), along with being able to take more time on publishing the next chapter. Chapter 16 will be the longest chapter in the entire fic so far, and by a long shot! I, and those who help with this fic (mostly my sister lol), want to be able to bring the next chapters to life as we have the previous ones, but it'll take longer due to the chapter's length (and importance-- no spoilers, all I'm saying it is IS important!)!

I'll try not to take too terribly long, but there may be delays, although I hope there aren't any, and I don't really have a set length for my break, although it probably won't be anything more than a month at max! Again, I PROMISE this fic will not end up abandoned and unfinished! At most it may just take a while to update!

That's all I've gotta say for now! If I think of anything else, I'll add it here when and if it comes to mind! Thank you all SO much for yalls patience and support, and of course, for reading! I'll see yall next time, and I hope yall enjoy this chapter!)

Ingo sat at the bench outside the Wallflower, eating by himself and deep in thought. He had awoken this morning to a strange feeling; That he needed to do something, but didn't know exactly what. He asked Lady Irida, Lady Zisu– and Lady Sneasler, when he was doing his morning warden duties– if he could take a day to himself, and while that wasn't exactly his normal attitude, Ingo just told them he needed time to think about something important. Of course, they all understood. This could be a test run to see how well the other people running his jobs for him would do. So far, it seemed like they were doing great.

Everything had been taken care of. The Battlegrounds, his Warden Duties. There was nothing else to worry about. Ingo could finally focus more on his origins. But even so, Ingo felt like he had one more thing to do before he took any real steps forward.

Then, it came to him.

Reflect. Self-reflection.

He just needed to think about it.

For his entire time in Hisui, around five whole years, Ingo had felt like some parts of him were missing; And it was more than the fact that he could only remember his name when he first appeared in this land.

As repeated time and time again, he was a stranger to this land and its ways; He looked differently, spoke differently, acted differently, dressed differently. Even his relationships with Pokémon were almost instinctually different. Although he didn't really mind- regardless, his own little unique ways; His peculiar outfit, the particular way he talked and the words he used, how he viewed Pokémon- they all felt natural and good to him.

"Sometimes I say things, and I don't know what they mean, but they give me a feeling of familiarity and power."

Because of these things, Ingo had always felt like he was probably from somewhere else– and recently, he had come to the conclusion that he was from a different land, and a different time. Akari, someone in the same circumstances, had set off some vague memories in his brain. She was more similar to him than anyone else in Hisui. She had given him hope regarding his origins, his memories.

And she and Rei had helped him hit the nail on the head. So what was stopping Ingo? He could go approach Rei and Akari right now, ask for Dialga and Palkia to help him show him his origins at that very moment.

And he wanted to. But something else was telling him, maybe, just maybe, he needed to wait a little while longer, to do something important.

So he would.

Ingo felt like he needed to self-reflect on the memories that had come to him in his time here so far; To reflect on things that gave him a particular feeling, a feeling of comfort, of familiarity.

The first thing that came to Ingo's mind was where he had remembered some seemingly important things.

Wayward Cave. He should go there.

And so, Ingo finished his food, thanked and paid the cook accordingly, and made his way out of Jubilife Village.

As Wayward Cave came into view, Ingo felt a warm feeling well inside him. He always felt almost at home in Wayward Cave, and enjoyed his job of escorting people through it. Ingo walked inside Wayward Cave, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the torches. He especially liked the cave with those torches; Not just because it led the way through, it also just seemed…almost familiar. As if a tunnel with a light source in it was comforting for whatever reason.

He remembered telling Akari some peculiar things within Wayward Cave.

"I recall, faintly, that I had a partner once. A precious one. Its name escapes me, but I remember that it wielded flames with mastery. If only it were here, I'm sure it would light the way, luring us onward…"

As Ingo remembered this, he stopped right beside one of the torches. As his mind raced and was empty at the same time, he reached out and grabbed it, holding it with one hand to his side.

This made Ingo feel…happy. But also sad. Was this what it would be like to walk through Wayward Cave, if his once-precious partner were here with him? Even though that thought made Ingo feel sorrowful, it also brought great comfort to him. He decided he'd walk the rest of the way with it in his hand, as if his partner was there with him, even if he couldn't even remember what exactly it was.

As Ingo made his way through the cave, he remembered another thing he had said here.

"I'm starting to recall a man who looked…like me. We'd battle and discuss Pokémon, I think…The words "I like winning more than anything else" flashed through my mind just now…"

Ingo felt saddened by this. He felt like this man had been precious to him, too; But now he wasn't here.

Ingo felt like maybe he had walked paths like the one he treaded through Wayward Cave with this man, as well as the partner Pokémone he had remembered, even if it wasn't as vivid.

Ingo took a breath in and looked up. There was nothing else in this cave that Ingo was drawn to with his jumbled up thoughts.

He continued forward.

Ingo felt saddened when he had to leave the torch within Wayward Cave, but he didn't want to cause any hazards outside. He carefully leaned the torch on the wall of the cave, before making his way outside.

After a minute or so of walking, Ingo spotted a fellow Pearl Clan member looking…anxious to say the least. Ingo approached him, and the person yelped, whipping around, before sighing in relief when they saw it was just Ingo.

"Don't worry, Fora, it's just me." Ingo said, "You seem upset; Is something the matter?"

Fora sighed, "I wouldn't say 'upset' per se, but…I was trying to retrieve berries for my family like I usually do out here, but there's some dangerous-looking Pokémon blocking the way. I hate to bother you with this, but..do you think you could help me out?"

Ingo nodded, "Of course I can, just show me where to go."

Fora nodded and began to lead the way. As they walked, Ingo remembered how Fora said they were gathering berries for their family.

Family…Ingo suddenly remembered something else he had said, this time in one of the many ruins of Hisui.

"I can't remember my own home, nor my family, if I had any…"

If he had any…while what he had said was right, it being a fact that he didn't remember his own family, or if he even had any, saying he never had any family felt almost…wrong.

Before he could think any further, Ingo was snapped out of his trance by Fora speaking, causing Ingo to stop in his tracks.

"Here we are…"

Ingo looked ahead, seeing an Alpha Luxray and an Alpha Mothim guarding some berry trees. Two Alpha Pokémon? He could take them out, but it wouldn't hurt to get some help.

The concept of Pokémon battling was also seen as a bit strange throughout Hisui, but most Pokémon seemed to enjoy it, and it felt natural to Ingo, having great skill with it as if he had done it for a while before he landed in Hisui– and he was always up for a good battle, anyway.

"Fora, I have an idea." Ingo spoke, "Do you have any Pokémon, and any experience with battling?"

"I do," Fora replied, "but we're far from the best. Why do you ask?"

"Maybe we can battle together against those two Alpha Pokémon. I can take them down by myself if necessary, but any help wouldn't hurt- but only if that's okay with you, of course." Ingo explained.

"Oh! Of course I can do that!" Fora affirmed, "I mean, it's a bit of a new type of battling, but…I'm sure we can do it!"

Ingo nodded, "Let's do it, then!"

"Gardevoir, use Psyshock!", Fora ordered. Fora's Gardevoir's eyes lit up and glowed mysteriously, before sending a wave of psychic power over to the Alpha Mothim.

"Gliscor, Earth Power!" Ingo commanded his Gliscor. Gliscor stabbed the ground with its stinger, causing a crack to form underneath the Alpha Luxray, the ground erupting from underneath it.

And as the power of the moves faded, the Alpha Pokémon stumbled. They growled, before running out of sight.

"Haha! We did it!" Fora exclaimed

"..Indeed we did." Ingo added, and as he took out a potion to heal his Gliscor, he was hit by a strange feeling of familiarity as he saw the wide smile on its face as it hovered towards him. Ingo smiled back, dripping the potion on Gliscor's wounds, congratulating it for its excellent performance in battle.

A few moments later, Fora's voice caught Ingo's attention.

"Aaand, there!" Fora hopped down from the tree, basket filled with berries. Ingo then handed Fora a potion as well, who thanked him. Fora's Gardevoir used its physic powers to hand a berry to Gliscor, who delightfully took it with its claws. Fora and Ingo laughed, Ingo giving Gliscor a pat on the head.

"Will that be all?" Ingo questioned.

Fora nodded, "Yes, thank you so much, Warden Ingo! Your skill in battle is amazing!"

Ingo chuckled, "Thank you, Fora- you showed much skill, yourself. Well, I'll be on my way, then. Be careful out there!"

"You too!"

Gliscor finished the berry, looking content, so Ingo returned it to its Pokéball. Ingo stared at the contraption for a moment. The rest of the Pearl Clan deemed them as strange, but Ingo had been almost delighted when the Galaxy Team offered the inventions to them; It felt natural to use them.

Ingo shook his head, snapping out of his trance. He placed the Pokéball in his coat, turning to continue towards his next destination.

As Ingo walked away and towards the mountain side, he ran the battle he and Fora had just done through his head. The concept of battling along someone's side made him…happy. Excited. Then, the thought of family came back to him.

He wasn't sure why, but he felt as if the two were intertwined to him.

Soon enough, the sun was setting, and Ingo needed a place to go for tonight. He then thought, maybe tonight, he'd rest in Lady Sneasler's den; He did that sometimes when he was having an odd day.

Approaching the wall of the mountain that he had battled Akari at, Ingo took out his Celestica Flute and played it, alerting Lady Sneasler that he required her assistance. He put it back after he was done, and after some moments, he heard the sound of claws digging into rocks and feet bumping onto the surface. He looked up, and his eyes followed Lady Sneasler back to the ground as she let go of the mountain side and landed on the snow.

"Lady Sneasler! Thank you for coming," Ingo conveyed, "I am having a strange day today, and wish to sleep in the den tonight. Is that okay?"

Lady Sneasler trilled and flicked her feather out of her face. That was fine with her. Luckily, Lady Sneasler always made sure to bring her basket in case anybody calling her needed a ride. She set it on the ground, Ingo climbing in, and before Ingo knew it, he was being transferred up the mountain.

Ingo enjoyed being transferred by the Nobles, and was grateful to provide that possibility to those he could. Like every other obscure thing, it almost reminded Ingo of something, but he didn't know what. The idea of effective forms of transportation, especially one Ingo could help others with, was appealing to him.

Before long, Ingo and Lady Sneasler reached an easier part of the mountain to ascend. Ingo decided to exit the basket at that point, as he and Lady Sneasler would also need to gather grass and other soft materials for Ingo so he could sleep better in the den.

After a while, they had gathered enough, and Ingo and his Lord made their way to the seat, where the den always was. When they got there, Ingo thought he'd ask Lady Sneasler one more favor.

"Lady Sneasler, thank you for your help! If it's alright, I have one more favor to ask of you." Ingo told his Noble, "If it's not any trouble for you, may you put the bed of grass together for me? I need to feed my Pokémon team before resting for the night."

Lady Sneasler chattered in response, being happy to do so. She took the grass they had gathered and entered the den.

Ingo approached the clearing outside the den and letting out his Pokémon team. They were excited to see him, and for dinner time, and they made sure he knew that. Ingo laughed, patting his Pokémon, talking to them and preparing their dinner.

"Hello, everyone! Good to see you all again– as it is everytime!" Ingo verbalized, "It's dinnertime, so make sure to eat up!"

Ingo handed each Pokémon a nice combination of berries, smiling as he watched them eat, happy to see them happy. He decided he'd play with them just for a little while, since they hadn't been out as much as they normally would today. Sneasler even joined at some point once she had finished setting things up in the den.

As Ingo played with his dear Pokémon, he thought to himself some. Most people in Hisui were just now getting used to co-existing with Pokémon properly, but to Ingo, the concept never seemed weird in the first place; Compared to others, he had a strange talent of being able to work with Pokémon, which is why he became Warden in the first place.

Ingo loved his Pokémon and the idea of humanity co-existing with them; He was very glad and thankful the idea was being normalized now.

Soon, the moon was up in the sky, and Ingo decided it was time for sleep. He made sure to tell his beloved team goodnight, returning them to their Pokéballs.

Sneasler and Ingo retired to the den, the kits fast asleep. Sneasler was also quite tuckered out, apparently, as she almost immediately yawned and laid against the wall beside the bed of grass she had made for her Warden, falling asleep quite quickly. Ingo chuckled.

Today had been strange. Ingo had visited many things that felt familiar to him, having many thoughts and feelings, and while he felt just a little bit closer, he felt as if there was a lot more work to be done to find his origins more thoroughly.

And although Ingo felt conflicted, as he prepared for rest, for some reason, he felt comforted by the thought of tomorrow. Ingo settled down on the bed of grass and other soft materials that his Lord had helped him prepare so he could rest just a bit more comfortably in the den. Ingo was grateful, and even if it wasn't perfect, he didn't mind; He had slept in the cave before, and the presence of Lady Sneasler was quite a bit comforting in and of itself.

One of Sneasler's kits, who had apparently decided to stay up, waddled up to Ingo and chirped, holding its hands out. Ingo chuckled and gently picked up the Sneasel, laying his head down, Ingo resting the kit under his arms on his chest. The kit seemed happy with this, seeming very comfortable as it closed its eyes. Ingo smiled.

And then, as Ingo soon drifted into sleep, one thought passed through his head; What would he dream of tonight?

Chapter 14

Chapter 16 (part 1 of 2)

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