#i tried to keep it simple for my first time (aside from the teeth on rainfell. oh my god pure hell)

[rhythmmortis]

#kingdom hearts #kh #aqua #terra #ventus #im making graphics now wooo!! #i learned this program 3 days ago and made this!! very intuitive to use and so happy with how these turned out #if this gets enough notes i'll definitely try and do more graphics in the future #i tried to keep it simple for my first time (aside from the teeth on rainfell. oh my god pure hell) #thank you to beloved bestie rapidlychangingfandoms for listening to me complain the entire way through making this dfkhdfkjh #really hoping this doesnt flop!!

[seijorhi]

invidia ii

a (very belated) christmas present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy who has, for two years straight, begged me for more shinnosuke content. i hope you like it bby! kuroo tetsurou x female reader, kuroo shinnosuke (oc) x female reader part i w.c 3.1k tw: noncon/dubcon, slight daddy kink, (forced) infidelity, yandere themes, nsfw, smut, age gap, i guess hints of breeding kink, dilf kuroo

“Why did your parents split up?”

Mid-way through pulling on a pair of old, grey sweatpants, mopping at beads of water from his shower still rolling down his bare chest, Shinnosuke throws you a curious look, but shrugs easily enough.

“They weren’t ever really ‘together’ to begin with. They tried the whole co-parenting thing to start with but mom… they never loved each other. Hell, I don’t even think they liked each other most of the time beyond–” he breaks off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. It almost makes you laugh. “Anyway, dad always said she had one foot out the door from the start. Dad was the one who stuck around to raise me.” There’s no animosity in his tone, he says it like it’s the simple truth. You’ve never met the woman, never having shown up to any of the Nekoma games, his graduation, any of it. You’ve seen a picture or two, overheard the odd phone call, but for as long as you’ve known him, the only real parent in Shin’s life has always been his dad.

If there’s anyone he idolises, it’s his father.

 Which is why the words that he says next – casting aside the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket (boys) and sauntering on over to join you in bed – take you entirely by surprise. “We’ll go visit her in Golden Week. I want her to meet you.”

And again, the words are just that; words. Shin kisses you, a sweet peck on your lips, and wastes no time in scooping you back into his arms and settling back with a contented sigh. They’re just words, but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it that makes you think he means something more. 

Your stomach flutters.

—

‘You really wanna break his heart like that, kitten?’

—

“Still not feeling any better?” Shin asks, brushing your hair back to feel your forehead. The beginnings of a frown start to take shape, teeth gently burrowing into his bottom lip, but he straightens and sighs, and that hint of discontent smoothes over like it had never existed in the first place. He strokes your hair again and offers a small, sympathetic smile. “No temperature, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?”

You’re a coward.

“It’s not my head, I just…” don’t have any visible, plausible symptoms for the fake illness that’s currently keeping you curled up in Shin’s bed. Away from the creep who’d smiled and fucking winked at you Christmas morning. “I just feel off.”

“Poor baby,” he coos, laughing when your face screws up and you swat at him.

Right now, swaddled in his hoodie, his fingers carding through your hair and that stupid, impish, almost believable grin beaming down at you, you want to forget. To pretend. 

Because there’s a pit in your stomach. A bitter, gnarled, seething mass. This moment right now, in Shin’s bed, it’s like glass, paper thin and already cracked, it can’t possibly last, and yet you’re clinging to it so desperately, head buried in the sand, willing yourself to pretend, from one heartbeat to the next, that what’s happened won’t break the two of you. 

That your stomach doesn’t threaten to upend when you catch sight of those hazel eyes peering down at you – the same shape and shade as his father’s.

You shudder out a breath, and what little levity there was between you two gets sucked out with it. Shin’s expression gutters.

Yeah. 

His fingers don’t leave your hair, though. Playing idly with the strands as though the suffocating tension in the room doesn’t exist at all. “Dad’s taking us out to dinner tonight,” he tells you. Reminds you, because you knew all of this beforehand. Everything but the party. “Do you want me to run by the pharmacy to get you something?”

Another tap at the fractured glass. 

That’s Shinnosuke all over, isn’t it? You might’ve been the manager back in the day, but it was always Shin who kept an eye on his team, on you, to make sure everyone was good. 

“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll–” the words get stuck in your throat. “I’ll see how I feel in an hour or so. ‘m still a little tired.” 

“You want some tea, sweetheart?”

‘Shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep it down.’

A cold sweat breaks out on the nape of your neck. No. No, no, no, no–

“Baby?”

You flinch like he’s slapped you, jerking away from the hand he’s wound in your hair. The startled look he shoots you borders on wounded, but you’re already squirming towards the edge of the bed, stumbling to your feet like a newborn foal. “Bathroom,” you manage to eke out, your voice sounding far too strangled and hoarse to pass as anywhere near the realm of fine. 

Shin doesn’t follow, doesn’t so much as utter a word – all kicked puppy confused – as you throw the door closed behind you and collapse back against it, a sweaty, ashen mess. 

He usually calls you love. Baby. Princess when he’s being a little shit. 

Sweetheart’s a rare one. 

Your heart races, a runaway train pounding in your chest. His eyes, his touch, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.

Another shuddering breath in. Out. 

Fuck. 

There’s a knock – not at the ensuite door, the sound’s too muffled for that, and you didn’t hear Shin’s footsteps (though you’re not sure you would, over the pounding in your ribs) meaning that the knocking’s at his door. 

There’s only one other occupant in the house. Though you try your damndest to fight it, there’s no stopping the wave of panic that stabs through you. Shin’s door creaks open, soft voices barely creeping through the gap in the door, and your fingers go rigid, nails clawing at the black and white flooring as though you can ground yourself by breaking through it instead. 

You don’t realise you’re crying.

Not until the droplets splatter on the tiles by your feet.

—

You should’ve left days ago.

After Christmas, when you’d ducked out from under Shin’s arm and lurched for the nearest bathroom, when it’d finally clicked for him that you violently hurling your guts up wasn’t the result of a simple hangover, you’d tried. Short of admitting the truth – and swinging a bat at the bees’ nest – convincing Shin to leave his dad’s place goes about as well as drawing blood from a stone. 

He’s even less thrilled about the prospect of you going back by yourself, leaving him to spend what’s left of the week with his dad like they’d planned.

There’s only so far you can push without breaking something. You, probably. You and Shin, almost definitely. 

Even so, you might’ve had more of a backbone if he hadn’t been so… Shin. All coaxing and concerned. Logical to a damn fault. 

‘You don’t wanna be stuck in a car driving for hours when you’re feeling shitty, love, and besides, dad’s place is bigger than ours. Comfier. You’ll probably be on the mend by tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point in us heading back.’

If you weren’t trying to salvage what’s left, or maybe clinging to the idea that you can – and want to – then it would’ve been easier just to go.

You wouldn’t still be here, stuck in the house of the man who’d– who’d raped you.

You wouldn’t be avoiding your boyfriend’s eye.

You would’ve screamed the whole house down before Kuroo Tetsurou ever bent you over the kitchen counter.

But the gentle extrication in the early hours of the morning, Shinnosuke’s lips brushing against your cheek, the sleepy rasp of his voice as he mumbles a quiet, “Love you,” before slipping away – you barely stir, cozy and safe and content.

He loves you. Shin loves you. 

A while later – minutes, maybe, or hours, it’s hard to tell when you’re still in the grips of sleep – the mattress dips under Shin’s weight, and those strong, sculpted arms seek your warmth again, you only sigh and lean back against him. 

“I love you,” you whisper, not yet willing to open your eyes and face another day of lying to him. 

The arm slung over your waist curls tighter, his face nuzzling into your neck. The kisses he leaves there aren’t affectionate, exactly, they’re not gentle, when teeth catch, nipping sharply at your skin, only to be soothed by a lave of his tongue.

And the laugh that rumbles at your back – a shade off your boyfriend’s – is anything but nice. 

“Yeah? Fuck, you’re sweet in the morning.”

This time, you don’t hold back. You shriek, kicking out like a wild thing – or you would have, if Kuroo’s hand hadn’t clamped down on your mouth, if his weight hadn’t shifted so that rather than lying curled up behind you, he’s half on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with a thigh lodged between yours. 

“Uh-uh-uh, we were doing so good, kitten. Don’t you wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

Your only answer is a ragged noise, torn from somewhere deep inside of you. He chuckles again, grinds against you, his cock a thick, unignorable presence pressed at your ass. There’s nothing but the thin cotton of your sleep shorts separating it from you, and from past experience, that barrier won’t do much to deter him for long.

Kuroo rolls you onto your back and slots himself nicely between your legs. Naked, you realise with a fresh stab of fear.

You scream the moment his palm leaves your lips to capture your wrists, scream for Shinnosuke – for anyone – so loudly that it feels like you’ll bleed for it. Let him come running, find you pinned and squirming, terrified beneath the man who raised him.

Let it be the final crack that obliterates everything. 

If Shin sees you like this, utterly petrified, on the verge of being raped again and still thinks it some kind of a betrayal, let him choke on it. You don’t care anymore, you just want someone to stop this. 

(Shin wouldn’t, would he?)

But Kuroo only snickers. Leans over to lick along the edge of your lashes, where hot, glistening tears are already spilling over, trickling down to disappear in your hairline. “Your boy’s not here, but we don’t have long ‘til he gets back. You’ll forgive me if we bypass the foreplay this morning, right, sweetheart?” You shudder, goosebumps prickling where his breath washes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut and violently – pointlessly – shake your head. “We’ll have to save eating your pretty little cunt for next time.”

All too eager, he hungrily captures your lips again and yanks down your shorts, taking your panties along with them.

Christmas morning, you’d been shoved face down over the kitchen counter while he’d fucked you from behind. You’d give anything for that distance right now. At least then you hadn’t had to endure his suffocating warmth, having him squeeze and grope at your tits over your old, threadbare tee.

You wouldn’t have to writhe away from his mouth while he rucks your bare thighs up either side of his hips, dragging you closer.

Even with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you can’t pretend that this isn’t happening as Kuroo spits and a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock slowly – agonisingly slowly – splits you apart.

You forget how to breathe. 

Eyes popping open and back arching up into his chest, your fists clutch desperately at the sheets of Shin’s bed, trying to squirm away, only the grip he has on you makes sure there’s nowhere for you to escape to. He’s big, long, mostly, and you’re too tight to take him easily, especially without any prep. The spit doesn’t help any, and Kuroo doesn’t care, groaning out in pleasure as inch by inch he pushes himself deeper, until at last he’s seated firmly inside of you. “Good fucking giiiirl,” he purrs, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.

A tiny, drawn out whine is all you can manage when your lower half radiates pain. 

“Gonna fuck this perfect pussy nice ‘n full,” he tells you. “Give you everything you need, sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can, you just gotta breathe for me.”

But unlike last time, he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a minute to adjust. His hips draw back and punch forward, jolting another mewling gasp from your lips. And again. And again. The pace isn’t violent so much as intense, like each thrust ignites something inside of him that burns for more.

He clasps your wrists in one hand, pants into your open mouth between frenetic kisses, groans out your name in that shuddering gasp.

“Mine,” he pants, beads of sweat dripping from his chest, his chin, rolling down onto you. “You’re daddy’s girl– fuck!”

Your cunt reacts accordingly, flexing around his cock, easing its passage so that the wet, lurid sounds of him fucking you quickly fill the air. A betrayal that has your cheeks flaming. 

The muscles in your thighs burn, Kuroo all but forcing them back towards the bed, his weight driving into you with fervour. A quick adjustment to the angle of your hip and his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that has you choking on a moan of your own, a burst of bright, sizzling pleasure bleeding through the pain.

Kuroo grins ferally at the sound of it. Drops his weight on an elbow and bucks into you, hitting it again. Your inner walls twitch, squeezing and slick, dragging noises from you that make you wanna burn with shame – that, or cut yourself loose entirely. You can’t muster resistance when he swallows them down, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth. His momentum turns rabid, his hand no longer encircling your wrists, but entangled with them, pressing them down to the mattress. “Almost… there…” he grunts, gasping as he curls over you, abs flexing.

A shudder rolls through him, his hips faltering just as something vital shatters inside of you, toes curling, white hot pleasure exploding from your core, rippling through your whole body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. With your pussy spasming around his cock, your body taut and locked with pleasure, Kuroo hurtles off that cliff right alongside you, a strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping him as he pumps your cunt full of his seed, all but collapsing atop of you afterwards.

It takes a minute before he peels himself off of you; pushing himself up, braced on elbow so that he’s not crushing you entirely, Kuroo waits, buried inside your warmth, for you to stop trembling with the after effects of your orgasm, for his cock to soften and both of your breathing to even out. 

Waits for those glazed over eyes to focus back on him and once again fill with tears, stroking a hand through your sweat-dampened hair as he does so.

“You should go take a shower before Shin gets home,” he says after a minute or two, his voice a low purr. “He can’t be far off.”

But aside from rolling off you to allow you up, Kuroo makes no moves to follow you, or so much as get up off the bed. Naked, his cock soft and glistening with your juices, one knee propped up, he watches you stumble like a newborn foal into the bathroom (only half managing to close the door behind you) with damn near predatory intent, a smirk teasing at his lips.

It’s where Shin finds you a short while later, curled up on the floor of the shower, shaking through silent sobs. 

—

Shin doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home.

Uncharacteristically sober, he says little aside from the occasional murmur to check in with you – always unanswered – and keeps you tucked close, as though a fraction of distance between you might pry you from his side entirely. 

The hours pass in a haze of… nothing. Your tears dry. Numbness takes over. You move like a robot, Shin guiding you every step of the way until you cross the threshold of your apartment.

He never asks what happened. You suppose the smell of sex in his bedroom and the bruises and love bites scattered over your body tell the tale well enough. Shinnosuke’s never been stupid. He’s not dense. 

He’s not heartless, either.

In the sanctity of your tiny, shitty bathroom, you shower again. A proper shower this time, with the water turned up full blast, scrubbing viciously at your skin– or at least, you do until he steps in and takes over. You’ve never thought of your boyfriend as particularly gentle, but he pries the loofah from your hand with a delicacy you didn’t know him capable of and takes care of you, cleaning you up with a tenderness that borders on reverence.

You pretend not to notice how his eyes (so like his, sharp and hazel) narrow into a scowl every time he spots another bruise, another mark left by his father. Once or twice his fingers begin to ghost over them, burgundy fingerprints on your thigh, a love bite sucked into the delicate skin above your collarbone, only to catch himself, swallowing tightly and resuming his task like he’d never faltered in the first place. 

When you’re done, he dries you both off and helps you into fresh clothes – a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old hoodie of his and guides you back to the living room, setting you down into his lap on the couch.

“I–” his voice is hoarse. Quiet, especially in the stillness of the apartment, and when you glance his way, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I went to the pharmacy. I thought– I thought…” he trails off again, dropping his gaze. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

Your heart twists, and it’s your turn to comfort him. Or maybe you’re comforting each other, shifting slightly in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around him and draw him in close, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him. “No. I– it wasn’t…” but the words don’t come. You flounder. 

What are you supposed to say? It wasn’t his fault? Wasn’t yours?

You should’ve said something earlier? Should’ve fought back harder – against both of them, should’ve grown a spine?

A beat passes in the tense, thick silence, and when it becomes clear that you’ve got nothing for him, he makes an odd sort of huff that sounds almost irritated. You frown a little, but you don’t fight it when his arms pull tighter around you, when his cheek comes to a rest against your hair and his hands seek yours, curling around your wrists and stroking at the skin there. 

“We’ll get through this,” he vows. “I love you, this doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” His lips meet the crown of your head in a soft kiss. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kuroo #yandere kuroo x reader #yandere kuroo tetsurou #yandere kuroo tetsurou x reader #oc: kuroo shinnosuke #tw: noncon

[shawtuzi]

more of plug eren plssss it was too good 😩😩

OFCCCC

this might be a little messy and rushed but i hope y’all like it </3

this is 18+///cw include: smut, some fluff, drug usage, black coded reader

- plug!eren loves buying you different kinds of jewelry his favorite being the silver anklet with a small e dangling from it. he loves the way it jingles ever so softly by his ear whenever he’s got you on your back legs up in the air. ah yes he loves that anklet very much but the tennis necklace that sits so pretty on your neck is a close second

- whenever you sleepover at his apartment (which is almost every night) he’s always the first to wake up and does his daily wake and bake. he ofc has another blunt set aside for when you wake up knowing you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it for smoking without you

- i don’t see him being much of a drinker for obvious reasons but when he does drink girl he is a SLUT!!! give this man a couple shots of hennessy and he’ll have you folded in a mating press whining and bitching about how much he wants to cum in you and how much he loves you. get him cross faded and he’ll become the definition of a service dom, giving you multiple orgasms until you have to tap out only for him to breathlessly plead in your ear, “c’mon baby just one more time you feel so fucking good”

- plug!eren’s first post with the two of you on his ig is captioned “me & my bitch” and this man genuinely thought he was being romantic and still does to this day so he refuses to change it

- plug!eren will never admit it to anyone except you ofc but he loves baking. you don’t know when he got into it or why but he loves it and he infuses everything obviously. you tried making a simple red velvet with him one night and everything was going fine until you suggested the two of you have some wine while you wait which lead to eren suggesting a quickie which lead to the poor cake slowly burning while eren had your face pushed in his mattress

- KING OF BACKSHOTS!!!! omfg the way he can reach so deep and bump against that special spot with every stroke is straight up insanity. he def does the thing where he holds his shirt up with his teeth so he can see himself fucking into you

- don’t even think about buying from another plug or even a dispensary plug!eren considers it cheating but 10x worse

- “where did you get that?” eren asked referring to the disposable pen you were holding. “umm….connie….” you mumbled looking everywhere but eren’s face. “wow y/n just wow” he huffed crossing his arms an adorable pout on his face. you learned that day that plug!eren is very possessive over his clientele especially you

- baby boy secretly loves to be praised whether it’s about his looks, his performance in bed, or how good his weed is he just loves hearing good things about himself

- is the type to grab you by your throat/jaw and say “stop playin’ with me” whenever ur acting bratty and then gives u a lil kiss on the lips to let you know you’re gonna get ur way. he just cannot help but spoil you his woman deserves the finest of everything in this world

- your contact name in his phone is “wife” and the contact picture is a pic of you sleeping clutching onto the hello kitty plushie he bought for you

- plug!eren absolutely adores having slow sensual sex while he’s high!!! he loves having you ride him omfg the way he’s able to slowly run his hands over your body and admire the pretty fucked out look on your face <333 the dirty talk is elite as well and don’t even get me started on his facial expressions

- “fuuuck you feel so good baby” eren rasped using what little strength he had to bounce you on his dick. you couldn’t even reply your mind too foggy to come up with a response all you could muster were tiny moans and whines. he looked so pretty. his brows were furrowed and his nose was scrunched homeboy was completely basked in the feeling of your pussy. “this fucking pussy i swear y/n i’m gonna fuck a kid in you if you keep squeezin’ me like that” *screams internally*

- loves to roll blunts on you. he’ll roll up on your tits, back, ass, stomach it doesn’t matter he just loves to do it

- plug!eren doesn’t like to share as we all know but there was this one time you convinced him to watch you and mikasa fool around and he liked it way more then he admitted. smoking a blunt and watching the two women he trusted more than anything make out and touch each other??? yeah he loved it but don’t worry eren knew good and well his dick belonged to you and would never think about be intimate with another woman even if you were okay with it no one compares to his pretty lil gf </3

#eren <3 #my writing #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren smut #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot eren #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren yeager imagines #eren jaeger imagines #plug!eren

[steddieasitgoes]

Steve’s maternal grandfather was a classically trained pianist. He traveled all over the world as a concert pianist before retiring around the time Steve was born. He takes a job as a church pianist and buys Steve a baby grand piano so he can teach his only grandson how to play. Steve learns how to play piano and read music before he learns how to read books.

His grandfather dies when Steve is 9, and his mom gets upset whenever she hears Steve playing, because it reminds her of her dad, who chose the piano over her most of her life. So, Steve stops playing, not wanting to upset his mom. She tried to sell the piano, but no one in Hawkins is interested, so it stays covered with a bedsheet and locked away in the former music room.

Steve picks it up again when his parents start fighting and his mom starts going on business trips with his dad. He finds himself spending long nights at the penchant, fingers dancing across the ivory keys. He’s rusty at first, but playing the piano is a lot like riding a bike — you never really forget.

He keeps his talent a secret, though. Keeps the piano locked away in the old music room when Robin and the Party is over and doesn't let them down that hallway. Likes that he has something for himself, though he does have moments where he wishes he could share his talent with his found family.

Eddie’s the first person he tells.

They’re hanging out together in Steve’s living room. Eddie’s got his acoustic slung across his lap. Fingers moving up and down the frets. His brows are furrowed, and his lip is tugged between his teeth. He’s been stuck on the same melody for days now and Steve offered up his place, hoping a change in scenary would rid him of his music block.

It hasn’t.

“Jesus H. Christ” Eddie swears, gently moving the acoustic to the side. He throws the rest of his body down on the rug.

“You’re being too hard on yourself, Ed’s. It sounds great.”

“You’re just saying that cause it’s not loud and obnoxious.”

“It is different than your usual sound,” Steve hums, gently guiding himself from the couch down to the floor next to Eddie.

“Jeff wrote a love song for this girl he’s seeing. But he's always sucked at the music part, so I said I’d give it a shot.” Eddie says, raising his arms in the air in front of his face. He starts to fiddle with the large skull ring on his finger. “I think the melody would sound better on a piano but none of us can play so, my acoustic will have to do.”

Steve's not sure why he does what he does next. Maybe it's because Eddie is right, and the song would sound better with a piano, or maybe it's because he'd move the moon and starts to make Eddie Munson smile. Whatever the case, Steve stands. Offers Eddie a hand and hoists him with him.

He starts walking down the hallway towards the room no one even knows exists. Eddie hot on his heels.

"Don't tell me you've been hiding a secret sex dungeon," Eddie teases as Steve raises to his tiptoes to grab the key hidden on the top of the door frame.

"If I had a secret sex dungeon, don't you think I'd have shown it to you by now?" Steve asks, hip-checking Eddie out of the way so he can get to the door knob.

"Fair point," Eddie says.

Steve can tell he's about to say something else, when the door clicks open. The baby grand is still covered with a white bedsheet, but it's easy to make it out. Especially for a music expert like Eddie.

"Holy shit," Eddie says, slowly moving closer to the center of the room as if he's going to startle the piano. "Is that what I think it is?"

Steve nods and begins rolling up the bedsheet exposing the beautiful black, shiny baby grand piano. He tosses the sheet aside and takes a seat at the bench. Carefully lifts the keyboard cover and pats the bench next to him. Eddie joins instantly.

"You can play?" Eddie asks as Steve's fingers start moving across the keys. He starts with something simple, the melody to "Twinkle Twinkle," before moving on to one of the formal pieces his granddad taught him. Eddie sits motionless, eyes darting between Steve's profile and his fingers dancing across the keys. When Steve stops, Eddie lets out a gasping breath. Playfully bumps his shoulder with Steve's. "You son of a bitch! You have been holding out on me!"

"Maybe a little," Steve chuckles. "But not about having a sex dungeon."

"You sure about that?" Eddie says, moving in closer. He rests his head on Steve's shoulder and angles his face so his lips are right next to Steve's ear. "I hear sex on a piano is pretty amazing."

Steve blushes, feels the butterflies fluttering in his gut. He laughs, shrugging Eddie off his shoulder. Playful. Bashful. "Come on, we've got a song to write."

Eddie looks at Steve, even more bewildered than before. This time Steve meets his gaze, takes in Eddie's woofish smile that he's trying to hide behind a strand of hair and his blown pupils.

"You really are my wildest dreams come true," Eddie moans, stealing a kiss. It's a quick but passionate. A reminder that they're not done yet. "Alright, let's get this song done so we can really break this piano in after."

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington ficlet #eddie munson ficlet #this came to me in the shower lmao #idk if its anything but here you go lol #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #dani writes

[mypimpademia]

— sssssoooo anxiousssss

Bakugo x black!reader

TW: Swearing, slightly suggestive

Note: this was originally supposed to have 2 other characters… but bakugos got way too long😭 might make another version with them anyways tho. Enjoyyy🫶🏾

— BAKUGO.

⇶ Katsuki doesn’t consider himself as someone who becomes nervous easily

⇶ Aside from his constant angry outbursts and screaming, he’s pretty well put together

⇶ That’s essentially the case for everyone and everything outside of you

⇶ When he first met you, everything about you made him uncharacteristically nervous

⇶ He couldn’t keep eye contact, couldn’t speak to you, couldn’t handle the way you smiled at him, etc.

⇶ Eventually, he overcame nearly all of the anxiety you made him feel, especially when you started dating

⇶ But one thing that he will never get over, is any form of physical contact with you

⇶ It’s not that it necessarily makes him nervous, but any sort of physicality with you does things to him that he can’t explain

⇶ He’s already got a soft spot for you, everyone knows that

⇶ From the way he nearly melts when you flash a smile at him and say his name, to the way he’ll be yelling at someone one second and calling you his angel the next

⇶ But your touch genuinely makes him weak

⇶ Physical touch is his predominant love language as is, but you take it to new heights

⇶ Can never just have one kiss from you, he needs more than that

⇶ A simple kiss on the cheek makes him lose his mind, he can’t help but ask for a real kiss

⇶ And another after that, and after that, and that one too… until he’s full on making out with you

⇶ Unless you’re around family, time and place simply doesn’t exist to him

⇶ Katsuki will smother you in affection no matter how many people you’re around, and doesn’t care if anyone thinks it’s a gross amount of pda

⇶ Katsuki absolutely craves you, and wouldn’t last a day without being able to feel you in some way

⇶ On rougher days, or when he’s just not feeling good, all he wants is to be a tangled mess of limbs with you in somewhere warm and comfy

⇶ And Katsuki is by no means a begger, but if it comes down to it, he will beg for you to just kiss him, even once

“Baby, you’ve been working on that stupid fucking essay since I got home, take a break. Come ‘n’ lie down with me,” Katsuki groaned, lightly tugging your arm in a childlike manner.

Katsuki’s been complaining about wanting you to lay down with him for the past 2 hours, and says he can’t go relax without you. He’s doing everything in his power to try and get your attention off your school work and on him.

Kissing you, feeling up your sides and legs, running his fingers through your braids, and more that you couldn’t be bothered to remember at the moment. You brushed him off every time, with a simple ‘not now’ or ‘just wait’. He’d be lying if he said his feelings weren’t at least a little hurt.

“Katsu, this is my final for this class, and it’s due tomorrow afternoon and I’m just starting. I can’t just take a “break” with you just because you’re bein’ all whiny,” You told him, a tinge of irritation slipping through your words as you tried to stay calm with him.

You knew that even if he did make it seem like it was about him, it was in your best interest as well. He hates to see you overwork yourself, and as tempting as cuddling up with your boyfriend to recharge sounded, you couldn’t afford that right now.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just lay down without me,” You said for what felt like the millionth time, making Katsuki kiss his teeth in response.

“First of all, I am not bein’ whiny,” He argued. “Second, you need a break anyways, so I don’t understand why you can’t lay down with me.”

You side eyed him, and he stared right back. You rolled your eyes at him, turning your attention back to your essay.

Katsuki let out a long, dramatic, groan as he buried his face into your neck, blond locks tickling your jaw and cheek. Then suddenly, he had an idea.

“Look, you only have like three pages left of your essay,” He started. “If you come lay down with me, I’ll finish ‘em for you.”

His proposal was convincing, and did pique your interest enough for you to stop typing.

“… Really?” You asked him, making him pull his face out of your neck.

“Mmhm,” He answered, a smug grin forming on his face.

He knows he won.

You kissed your teeth as you glanced at your essay document.

“Fine.”

Katsuki just has to get what he wants.

⇶ He simply won’t take no for an answer when it comes to getting affection from you

⇶ And if he tells you it’s just a real quick kiss, or you’ll only cuddle for a few minutes, don’t believe him

⇶ He’s got an addiction for you and once he starts, he won’t stop

⇶ But he’s such a sweet talker, you fall for it everytime

⇶ Not that you’re complaining… you’d be a complete liar if you said you didn’t love it just as much as he does

⇶ And he handles you so well, you never even know why you were opposing him to begin with

⇶ Calls you pretty, gorgeous, “a fuckin’ angel”, whispers sweet nothings in your ear, runs his hand through whatever protective style you have, or just gets his fingers tangled up in your curls

⇶ Kisses you breathless, and when you pull away for air he just moves to kiss around your face, then moves down to your neck and chest, feeling your skin grow warm

⇶ Katsuki is rough by nature, and that translates into his kisses in the best way possible

⇶ Presses his lips to your skin in a slightly harsh way, and truthfully, he’s just as out of breath as you are, turning pink and panting everytime he pulls back, then going back to leaving open mouth kisses, making your brown skin glimmer as he leaves behind a light film of saliva

⇶ It’s sort of gross to really think about, but it feels so good in the moment that you don’t even care

⇶ Please return the favor, he’ll absolutely melt in your hands

⇶ Don’t worry about getting lip gloss marks on him either, he wears them proudly

⇶ If you straddle his lap to kiss him and put your hands on his shoulders, you’ll be able to feel him shaking

⇶ Plant kisses all over his face while you compliment him, he’ll be so nervous that he won’t even be able to look at you

⇶ Katsuki just loves you so much, he doesn’t know what to do when you’re all over him like this

⇶ And if he does manage to look at you, you’ll feel like he’s staring into your soul, and he’ll take in all your features before telling you he loves you

⇶ It’s too much, but he can’t get enough of you

#bnha #mha #bnha hcs #mha hcs #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #mha x black reader #mha x black!reader #bnha x black!reader #bnha x black reader #bakugo x black reader #bakugo x black!reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo headcanons #bakugo hcs #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo headcanons #mha bakugo katsuki #mha katsuki bakugo #bnha bakugo #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha katsuki bakugo #mha x reader

[unlucky-corvid]

Losing his spark: Cayde-6 x Solar Guardian reader

so, my first actual full fic. Don't get your hopes up, I've no idea if this is any good or makes any sense, tried to keep it as in character as possible. It's barely proofread and I'm only like 4 hours sleep so excuse any typos but fingers crossed it all makes some sense.

as always, have a good day lovlies and I hope you enjoy xoxox

WARNINGS: Death, injury detail, angst and violence under the cut, if you can't handle these please scroll away, I promise I'll write something fluffy and sweet.

Well, this wasn't going as expected.

Cayde and yourself had been trusted with what was supposed to be a simple in and out mission. Into the cabal stronghold, grab the intel (maybe shoot a few bad guys and look good doing it) then back to the tower in time for some piping hot ramen. His plan was flawless. or as you had called it "winging it".

Praise was reserved for quiet moments, whispers about how you were his favourite, how he had never seen such a bright solar spark in all his years at the tower, just so he could watch the blush bloom onto your cheeks and your smile. Oh, your smile, he would set aside what little pride and dignity he had to see it just once. You could point at any star in the night sky and if you asked, he would retrieve it for you. If only he had the guts to tell you this. He would eventually. He had plans, a clear summer night, hot ramen, something strong to drink with a nice kick. Just the two of you.

Well, you had always been overly cautious, but it worked surprisingly well for the pair of you. Cayde, the man with the plan and a slightly headstrong attitude and you, cautious and always with 6 back up plans. That's what he loved about you, of course, he wouldn't say that out loud, no, he had a reputation to maintain.

The mission was going well. the pair of you had crept into the cabal's stronghold unseen. Suspiciously easy. That's when all hell broke loose. The plan was lock tight. They shouldn't have known you were there but now both of you were up shit creek without a paddle...or a boat...or a life jacket. Someone must have tipped them off. Legionaries, phalanxes, gladiators, centurions, and war beasts surged out of every doorway and corridor. It was nothing either of you couldn't handle.

He thought.

As bullets flew the pair of you slowly drifted apart, swamped by cabal, the well-oiled machine the pair of you were when fighting started to rust. Soon you were just a distant blur of solar energy. His little firefly, his solar flare. He couldn't stand and watch though, as shot after shot was fired from his trusty hand cannon into the swam of red.

The ambush was thinning, he knew the pair of you would pull through you always did.

Then he felt it.

As if a part of his own light was ripped from his very being. A tidal wave that rocked the whole room, he had to catch himself from being thrown against the wall as the pure light that surged through the area bowled him over, knocking the wind out of him. No. Not you.

The red tide didn't stop, but the surprise of the explosion gave him the perfect window to see the despair as your ghosts shattered shell, lightless, scattered across the floor. The scream trapped in your throat as the gladiator speared you onto its cabal serverus blade, the stench of searing flesh permeating the air, the way your legs buckled, and body thudded against the floor as the gladiator kicked you off its blade.

The war beast that clamped down onto his left arm causing him to drop his hand cannon was first to feel his retribution. Snapping out of his trance he grits his teeth, throwing the war beast with such force it dented the steel wall behind him and grabbing ace he reloads and unleashes hell. Shot after shot echoed over the roaring screams of the cabal. Bones crunched, tendons snapped and popped until all that was left was the gladiator, your body at its feet in a gasping crumpled mess.

Cayde saw red. He doesn't know how many rounds he pumped into the gladiator. He doesn't remember ripping its jaw apart as he screams in pure unbridled anger. He doesn’t remember being beating it into a bloody unrecognisable mess.

The red tide was now a red sea. Cayde had spilt enough blood in his lifetime, and he would spill more in future. But now wasn't the time to dwell on his crimson-stained past.

It was Sundance who snapped him out of his anger, his body tense, chest heaving. "Cayde....they need you" Sundance says quietly.

Cayde is at your side in an instant, hand barely able to cover the ragged wound in your abdomen as he pulls you onto his lap. "No no no no no" he mumbles his hand instantly soaked in your blood. You had always been a paragon of strength, the pair of you often rough and tumbling in the tower, sparring in the training room, but now in his arms you felt fragile, body trembling as you gulped for air.

"h-hey" you rasped weakly a pained smile on your face. "We...we sure showed them."

He choked on his words "Yeah, we sure did”.

"I’m sorry"

Why were you apologising? You shouldn't be apologising. He should have been beside you; he should have been better; he should have done more. It should have been him. His thoughts fly a million miles an hour.

"Don't you dare apologise" he rasps, his voice synthesiser becoming more staticky.

"I'm sorry we couldn't have been more" you whisper, his hands stroke your hair as he rocks you gently.

"Wasn’t supposed to be like this. Was supposed to take you back home, treat you real nice" he growls in frustration. He couldnt loose you, not now. Not after there was so much he wanted to do, so many words left unsaid. He had saved so many cheesy pick up plines, so many date ideas, crimson day, festival of the lost, the dawning festival.

He had plans for every single one with you beside him. He removes your helmet, if he was going to say this if he was going to hold you in your final moments, he wanted to see those eyes he loved so much. the ones he would think about late at night, the ones he longed to see when he would turn in bed to the emptiness of cold sheets. Sheets that would remain cold. That would never see your warmth.

"Oh yeah? tell…Tell me about it" You begin to cough, and his arms tighten around you, he can feel the visceral rattling gurgle that accompanies each breath and he knows it will haunt him.

"Was gonna take you to that ramen spot in the city, you know, the really nice one in the city, has the pretty lanterns outside? yeah, I’d get you whatever you wanted, on me, really spoil you. Then I’d take you to our spot-"

"That little overlook on the city wall?" your voice, quiet and scratchy barely reaches his audio receptors.

He nods smiling through the pain to keep you relaxed, he had time to scream and shout and cry later, right now you were the only important thing "that's the one. Bring with us a little something to drink and watch the sunset. Maybe we would have a little slow dance under the stars. Always said I’d take you dancing one day didn't I?" the static in his voice was becoming more prominent as he had to force the words out, willing his body to stop trembling, trying to comfort you.

“Sounds nice”

“Then I'd tell you everything, everything I should have told you months ago” he mumbles burring his face in your hair, if he could cry he's sure he would be in floods, just another reason he despised his exo body.

“It's okay, I knew”.

“You knew?”

You weakly nod and struggle to put on a smile, bloody lips barely managing to up turn, your face was pale. You were fading fast, trickling through his fingers like sand and no matter how hard he tried it was like trying to catch water with a siv. “Always knew. I love you to”.

He can feel your faint heartbeat getting harder and harder to pick up under his blood-soaked fingers.

“I love you”.

Sundance didn’t have the heart to tell him they were already gone before he said those three words. She wasn’t ever going to tell him.

You knew.

You had always known.

Traveler help the poor bastard who tipped off the cabal about their arrival. Because no force within the known galaxy could protect them from Cayde-6

#destiny 2 #cayde 6 #x reader #cayde-6 x reader #angst #cayde 6 x reader #fanfic #reader dies #reader insert

[whereonceiwasfire]

A prompt: Jazz does her very best to be a good sister, and sometimes that means grabbing as much weapons as possible, steal the Speeder Specter and beat the shit out of a certain Warden, no one messes with her little brother on her watch

I CACKLED when this came into my askbox. This was such a fun prompt; thanks Anon!

“Nobody!” Thunk. “Messes!” Crack. “With my!” Whap. “Brother!” 

Each word is punctuated with a hard swing of the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick, and Jazz brings down the hardest blow on the ghost’s skeletal face with the final, shouted proclamation.

The Warden drops like a sack of potatoes, crumbling against the concrete floor of the ghost prison, and Jazz’s shoulders heave with exerted breaths as she tosses the bat aside with a clatter, slaps her palms together.

“Holy crap. That was awesome,” Danny says from the cell she was trying to break him out of before the Warden caught them—started drawling about the rules and consequences.  

“Are you asking me to make an exception for your brother? Then where does it stop, human?” 

Normally, she would have been inclined to agree with the ghost. Rules are in place for a reason—to keep people safe—and if people are allowed to break the ones that don't suit them, that can't possibly lead to anything good.

She understands the logic.

But. Well. The problem was, she just hadn’t cared about exceptions, or rules, or consequences. She hadn’t even cared about upholding civilized society, or whatever else the Warden had been spouting.

Because he put her brother in ghost prison. And, plain and simple, nobody touches her little brother.

“Okay, now. Let’s get you out of here. For real this time,” Jazz says. 

Danny has his cuffed hands threaded through the bars of the cell—their biggest hurdle to overcome in this prison break. The bangles glow a gentle green—prevent Danny from using his powers or changing out of his phantom form. They had been working on figuring out how to turn the cuffs off or get Danny free of them when the Warden showed up. Hadn't had a chance to find a solution.     

She twists a glance around now, trying to find something she missed in her first assessment that might be able to help them. 

“Thanks for coming for me, Jazz…” Danny says quietly, his voice strained.

“Of course,” Jazz says in surprise, her gaze dancing up to him. “You know I would never leave you.” 

“I know. But. I mean. It’s dangerous. I don’t know that you should have come,” Danny says, furrowing his lower lip between his teeth. 

“What, are you kidding me?” Jazz says, stooping for the baseball bat again, hefting the weight of it in her hands. Her words are distracted, almost absent when she says, “You know I took out a squadron of ghost guards to get to you, right? If anyone is dangerous, it’s me, when someone tries to hurt my little brother.” 

“I—did you really?” Danny asks, but she’s not listening anymore. 

“Don’t move, okay?” she says, winding up. 

“Wait, no, Jazz. You’re not going to brute force this, are you? You were talking about levers and crap before Walker showed up. You can’t just—” 

But she’s already swinging, throwing all her weight behind the bat as she brings it down on the cuff. The impact jars up her arm and Danny clenches his eyes shut as she makes contact, but he doesn’t seem hurt by it. It gives her the determination to swing again, and again, and again. 

She doesn’t break the whole cuff, but she does shatter the glowing strip that runs through it, and Danny crows triumphantly as he launches to his feet, phasing his wrist through the one bangle. 

“Okay, do the other one now!” he exclaims, bouncing on his toes. 

She gives a panting little laugh.

“Stop moving. I don’t want to accidentally hit you. If you haven’t noticed, I’m really strong,” she says. 

She’s rewarded with that bubbling laugh she was fishing for, and it breaks her face on a smile.

He’s going to be fine. They’re going to be fine. She’s here now.  

It’s a bit slower than she’d like, but Danny finally obliges her request, stilling himself, holding his other hand steady through the bars of his cell. He glances quickly up at her, admiration shining in his bright green eyes. 

“Don’t let this go to your head, or anything, but you’re actually kind of cool,” he says. 

“Pffft,” Jazz rolls her eyes. 

She’s about to retort with a scathing comeback, but it’s then the Warden groans, stirring behind them. Jazz turns a quick look over her shoulder at him, using the brief fizzle of adrenaline his small movements send through her to fuel her next swing. The bat cracks against the cuff, breaking the power source with one hit, allowing Danny to free himself from the last remaining bangle.

"Okay, now, let's get out of here," she says.  

“I think I’m a little bit afraid of you,” Danny says, laughing the words and beaming up at her as the cuffs clatter to the ground at his feet.  

“What, because of this?” she asks breathlessly, swiping sweaty bangs out of her face with a goofy grin. “This is nothing. You should see me when somebody insults the Dewey Decimal System.” 

#drabble requests #phanfic #danny phantom #danny fenton #Jazz fenton #Walker #anon ask #thanks for the request!

[glamrockraybot]

No one has particularly asked but in my redesigns for the animatronics I tried to make them as similar as I could to real life chuck e cheese animatronics, while being able to keep the story as is.

My original sketches had notes that were removed so I could put animatronics on one page, but I'll share some here;

Freddy, being the first one I designed, had the concept of the endoskeleton (or rather "mech" as I will call it now) on his page.

In this regard the fnaf one and two animatronics are actually very nearly accurate. The head is actually a bit bigger usually in real life, presumably to give the audience an easier time seeing their facial expressions. A hitch is that the mechs don't actually have teeth. I mean, like, why would they? The fnaf animatronics don't even need them they are just for extra spooky factor, I guess.

Also, animatronics like the older chuck e cheese ones are air pressured, not electric. This is less common today but was most likely a budget thing along with it possibly being easier to work with?

Since I couldn't think of a way they'd be able to move in such complex ways with just air pressure, I decided that I can allow the fact that Henry and Afton most likely found a way to combine the two in a way that would make it cheaper and easier while allowing them to make more complex shows.

The face is extremely simple, and even with the fnaf animatronics having more expression with their eyebrows and a second pair of eyelids for the bottom of their eyes, I think this is something air pressure could handle. The teeth were replaced with the standard jaw movement piece, which would be hidden by a mouth plate in the back of the mouth (no extra teeth required).

Realistically, these would have to be charged often. My solution would be that they can be charged while stationary on thr stage, whether that's from plugging them in (something a tech would have to do in-between shows), or if the stage floor has some wireless charging built into it, though that's probably pushing it for the 80s.

The arms and legs are complex, seeing as they are shown doing rather simple things for their performances but able to move them in many more different directions. And their legs. Need I mention more about that? Real animatronics usually cannot move their legs. There are some minor exceptions, such as rock-afire's Beach bear being able to tap his foot, but no, they cannot walk around. In fact most do not have mechs below the hips (which for fnaf animatronics are also quite small. How are you holding up your upper body?). This is where the electricity comes in.

The battery would have to be large, so hiding it in the feet would be best to give them a solid standing position.

They would also have a voice box for off-stage use only, as on stage they would have their tapes play on the speakers. These voice boxes would play the same tapes, with the singing come from the box instead of the stage. These wouldn't be removed when they were confined to the stage, but I imagine the battery packs in their feet would be to prevent wandering. It's curious how they still manage to do so at night....

And for the outer part, it's standard for animatronics. The fur covers every part of the body not clothed, aside from the face. The face is made out of extremely malleable latex or similar material, and the nose is rubber. The nose for freddy is subject to change to a softer material that would allow you to gently honk his nose.

As for the wood interior, I saw that once for a chuck e cheese animatronic, and figured it would be best to use to help the animatronics keep their shapes. The velcro attaching the head pieces is for easy removal for maintenance.

I have more notes for character specific alterations to the mech. Those are mostly just the funtimes, with mangle as an exception as I changed them a LOT. If you're interested...let me know 👀

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf redesign #animatronics #text #long post

[spaceumbredoggos]

So much for Stardust Chapter thirty

I followed Kenz, who was foaming at the mouth and hissing. Their short hair was matted and scraggy, like they slept on it wrong. They reeked of dead skunk and mud, and there were clumps of mud on their clothes. Their eyes were an unnatural shade of amber, and the way they held themself seemed cat-like.

“Kenz! What’s gotten into you?” They didn’t reply as they tackled Volo, hissing and putting their nails on Volo’s throat. Volo punched them in the face, but they didn’t budge. Kenz is never this offensive when they’re fighting.

I noticed that their nails were sharp and claw-like, serrated at the tip. Kenz’s canine teeth were seemingly wittled to fangs, and were covered in bloody pulp. Kenz yowled like a cat as Volo tried to entrance them. This seemed to agitate them more, causing them to slash at Volo’s throat.

No blood poured from the wound. Volo’s eyes widened with a terror I never knew the man to have. The blood pouring down Kenz’s neck had clotted and dried to a maroon.

“Kenz!!! Calm down!!! Let me handle him!!!”

They turned to face me, yowling. That’s probably not Kenz at this point. Their eyes were amber with a cat-like pupils. They crouched like a feral cat, hissing. I grabbed my tranquilizer gun and shot them in the neck. They flopped on the ground, yowling. “Why is this body so sleepy? What twoleg abomination did that older twoleg do?”

“Twoleg?” Volo chimed, rubbing his nose. I grabbed some handcuffs and tackled Volo to the ground. “Dont think you’re getting away that easily. You almost killed my kid.”

I brought the two back to my private study. I sat Volo down and laid Kenz on the couch. Kenz gazed at me with those amber eyes as I wrapped them in blankets to keep them from moving and attacking. “Okay. Now. First things first. Volo. I’m going to have to turn you into the Interdimensional Police. You’re doing time in prison for your crimes against the multiverse.”

“They’ll never take me alive!!!” But Volo couldn’t move out of his restraints. Kenz started purring, louder than they usually purred. I noticed that they caught the sight of a mouse and was starting to crouch. “Kenz!!!” I shooed the mouse away and held them. They flailed and thrashed, trying to hiss at Volo. “Kenz. I know you’re in there somewhere. What’s going on?”

“The twoleg kit is weak. Can’t win a fight against an apprentice with both paws tied in a fox trap.” They snarled threateningly. Twoleg? Apprentice? The words that they used were familiar. I grabbed one of my journals and read back about the clan of cats beside the lake. We’ve got more Warrior Cat trouble don’t we?

I sighed, putting my journal aside. “Who are you?” I asked, shining a light inside the possessor’s eyes. “How do you know I’m not this ‘Kenz’ you think of so fondly?”

“Just answer the question.”

“I’m Mapleshade. Not that you twolegs would understand who I am.” Mapleshade wriggled out of my grasp and sat down on the couch, still dazed from the drugs. “What did you do with Kenz’s mind?”

“Why should I tell you? The kit was enthralled by that monster you hate so much. They passed out and ended up in my domain. I never thought I would possess a twoleg body before. It’s weird trying to walk on two legs. I modified it to be more dangerous. But I can’t seem to attack any cat. It’s so cuddly. The only thing I can get it to do around cats is cuddle and pet. It’s revolting. It was really hard to even get it to offensively attack the vampire so viciously.” Mapleshade panted, gazing at Volo threateningly. “Whatever is possessing that kid is a monster!!!”

“You’re the one to talk. Preying on young kits who seem to enjoy being enthralled a little too much.” Mapleshade crouched as I held her back. “Please give Kenz their body back?”

“I’m afraid it’s not so simple. I have them trapped in my domain. Their mind is shut off. I tried waking them up, but they seemed pretty out of it. So, I’m trapped in this body as they are trapped in my domain. It’s weird how they can easily travel to the Place of no Stars. They tried to wrestle me out of their body when they finally started to snap out of the hypnosis, but they were too drowsy.” Mapleshade yawned. “This stupid twoleg body is functioning against me!!! What did you do to it?”

“You’re injected with a sedative.”

“It’s like I ate poppy seeds!!” Mapleshade flopped on her side, purring. “Don’t try to fight it. Now. Can you tell me how to get Kenz back?”

“And why should I?” Mapleshade hissed. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me in seasons. Why possess a cat when you can possess a Twoleg? I’m more powerful than Ashfur ever was! Sure I’m possessing a soft Twoleg that seems a bit in touch with their body and has a cuddly personality. But I can change that. I’ll have this Twoleg exacting my revenge in no time!!!”

Kenz’s personality is really strong. I never thought one’s personality could fuse to their body so effectively that any entity possessing it would have difficulty controlling it. I decided to test this by putting my hand out and giving Kenz’s body a head pat. Kenz’s body smiled on its own and leaned into the touch, purring. “What? What is happening? I’m not doing that!!!”

“Kenz is touch starved to the point where they appreciate any affection. Which was probably how Volo was able to enthrall them so easily.”

“Fuck you!!! They’re a child!!! It was a little bit too easy to knock them out with a simple touch. And they did seem to enjoy being bitten.” Volo seemed disgusted by this. “But their blood is incredibly valuable. As being an umbredoggo makes their blood highly nutritious.”

“Umbredoggo?” Mapleshade crouched and managed to trigger Kenz’s umbredoggo form. She purred, stumbling on four legs from the sedation. “Why did I have to go through all the trouble of sharpening claws when I could have this!!!” I grabbed Mapleshade by the scruff as she involuntarily transformed back into Kenz’s human form. She smiled and purred, cuddling the couch cushions as I sat her down. I noticed the amber color start to fade to green as I noticed a few wrappers of my edible chocolates on Kenz’s shirt. “Volo?”

“What?”

“Care to explain the edible wrappers on Kenz’s shirt?”

“I don’t know. They probably thought it was just regular chocolate.”

That does seem like the typical Kenz mistake. Mapleshade started to laugh. “Fox dung. What is happening to me? Oh. Hey Kenz. How did you escape? And what’s with this fuzzy feeling in your body? I’m ready for it to be your problem now. But I’ll be back.”

Kenz’s eyes returned green as they yawned, purring loudly from their throat. “What just happened?” They leaned on me, smiling and stifling a laugh. “Good to have you back.”

“Care to fucking explain why you have edibles laying around?” But Kenz’s giggly voice extinguished any anger in their demeanor that words could say. “You should sleep it off and you’ll recover in the morning. Let me handle Volo.”

“Can vampires get high from weed?”

“I can’t. And I don’t even know what weed is.”

“Oh. You must be the Volo from Pokemon Legends Arceus. What happened to your Pokemon man?” Kenz couldn’t hold back their hyper laughter as they smiled at Volo. Volo grumbled something under his breath along the lines of “can we have Mapleshade back.”

I tucked Kenz in on the couch in a bunch of blankets. “Hey Ford?”

“What?”

“Ever wonder how countless timelines. Countless possibilities… And…” Kenz purred, cutting of their words.

“And?”

“And I somehow wound up with the best adoptive dad in the world?” My heart swelled in my chest with pride. Kenz started to doze off, cuddling their Minecraft fox plush. I kissed them on the forehead goodnight, rubbing their head. Never change, Kenz.

#gravity falls #self insert #ford pines #volo pokémon #Mapleshade #so much for stardust

[boyakishantrinity]

Based off Mr frosty the snowman's comment. Read below to decide if this is worth restarting the damn story line around Slugterra with magic and stuff.

“I’m going to start with a very simple question.”

His engine roared, motorbike speeding it’s way across the caverns, Trix scowling as they sped towards the twins. Dumber of the pair shouting back as they chased him.

“LODE!!”

She dragged the blade behind her. Red curled hair boiling back as she strode forward. Anger in her eyes as she strode towards the man, grey skin, body strengthened in the darkness. Burning red eyes meeting demonic yellow.

“Under who’s fucking orders-”

Speeding away, shouting back at his stupid brother. Blakk was gone. Their lives gone, Ma shot dead with whatever That was chasing behind, a strange mechabeast driving towards him. Black bodied helmet, leather clothes, a strange blaster that seemed to shoot slugs of metal and death. Arm bleeding as he continue to ride.

“STOP CHASING ME YA NUB!!!”

Yelping, loud shots ringing behind him, ducking his head as the woman oddly cursed in that weird easterner’s tongue.

Chinese. Something like that, cursing loudly as she sped past the Shane. This new program of Eli’s, it’d been trouble after trouble. Days spent coupled, protecting the caverns had clearly awakened something, turning the criminals into a police force that would have worked with the Shanes to keep the peace. Earn glory and gold through generally legal means. A mad pitch, but the first Shane to defeat several world ending disasters was something nobody could truly dare argue against.

And now? Well, she’d blown her way in, lightning crackling as she shot down an illegal dealing.

My head still ached from whatever impact that weird crystal that’d vanished into nothing she’d thrown to the floor. Revving engines, Eli calling behind me.

“GRA-”

“YEAH YEA-”

She’d managed to shout back, sparks of lightning erupting as whatever weapon she had. A ‘gun’ or pistol, or whatever it was. It didn’t use slugs, Beatrice didn’t hear most of what Eli had said, most of anything didn’t make sense. Sure, they’d saved the world over a period of years. And then a few months. But this had only been a day. Pounding against her skull, body pushing back before she could half hear something.

“OH FUCK ME.”

English. For the first time since she’d arrived, eyes growing wide. Strange woman’s robotised voice cutting through as she dropped the gun to her bike’s side. Popping a wheely, lightning sparking out of the vehicles engine as storm clouds gathered above.

“…”

And now she stood, frozen in place. Head turning to the massive expanse of black stone, the courtyard of the underground holding cell. The coupled up cave system in this small corner of Hell, court standing a few metres aside as she turned to the entrenched fort leader.

“What the HELL did you do?”

Bravado long gone. Birthright in her eyes, the man smirking, snarling as blood rain erupted over one half of the twin.

“What our kind has alway done.”

He replied. The woman shook her head. Releasing her anger, flames erupting at her fingers as she drew her blade back.

“And I’ve long explained that belief is what caused us to fall.”

Locke managed to force his brother to stop, woman loudly cursing as she gripped the encased stone item.

“JESUS FUCKING- OH SHUT THE FUCK- EMARCHINA- CUNT!!!”

And evidently. Whatever it was she tried to do, wasn’t working.

“GUYS…”

The stranger’s bike floated up, item cracking. Red shards expanding into what looked like a circle, my heart sank. Stomach swallowing as Locke stammered out.

“I- That-”

“GO HOME.”

Snarling through her teeth, glaring at the bandit as his thicker headed brother slapped his head.

“I TOLD YOU WE SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN THE JOB!”

“H- HEY!”

And then they turned, my head shifted back. I’d seen this only a few times, body tugged back. Letting out a gasp as he managed to mouth out an instruction. Not like I needed one, trees started to uproot themselves, thunder booming as an ancient voice roared out in… French??

Accent cutting through, cursing as flames erupted across and then…

For reference read the following.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52655824/chapters/133190566

#tag #writing #aura #idk #triage #writing on tumblr #write #writblr #writers on tumblr #slugterra

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Something Magical - Chapter 3

“Please do make yourself at home.”  The words your host uttered could have been considered friendly if not for the mocking smirk that the doctor now wore and the fact that he turned and exited the room before you even had a chance to respond to his sentence.

“What a dreary, hopeless place,” you thought as you cast an eye around your surroundings.  Very little light came in through the window which caused the room to be shrouded in what seemed like everlasting darkness.

Cautiously, you moved over to the window.  You didn’t know what you expected to see but it wasn’t the sight that greeted you.  The surrounding buildings were all damaged in some way and as you stared out of the window you realised that many of the sounds that you were accustomed to hearing back in Storybrooke and the Enchanted Forest didn’t exist here.  There was no chatter on the streets, the birds weren’t chirping (as you peered out of the window you realised that there were no birds at all) and there was no sign of flowers or any type of life aside from you and your host.  It was like all the life and colours had been leeched out of this dimension.

“Your existence would be a sad one if you were to spend your time staring out of that window.” Stephen stated.  Your temper flared due to the fact that you knew he was sneering at you even without turning around to face him.

“Do you speak from experience?  Because I strongly doubt that you are the type to offer advice simply out of the goodness of your heart.”  You snapped.

“Fine.  Stay by the window.  Watch life pass you by.  It makes no difference to me.”

“Glad I have your permission.”  You retorted.  You knew your bravery when it came to speaking to Stephen in such a way would be short lived and you also knew that keeping your back to the sorcerer wasn’t the best idea.  However, you were unwilling to turn around to face the sorcerer because you feared that if you turned around to face him, the reality of the situation would overwhelm you.  It took a few moments for you to register that you hadn’t hear Stephen leave which meant that you could at least try to make sense of your change of scenery.

“Is there any chance that you know why Rumplestiltskin would send me to you for my safety?”  You asked with a quieter tone.  You weren’t sure if Stephen could hear the bitterness in your voice but to you the bitterness was glaringly obvious.

“Do you think that I would accept another sorcerer into my home without knowing the details behind their arrival?” Stephen questioned.

“I should have known he wouldn’t give me a simple answer!”  You fumed in your mind.

From between gritted teeth, you spoke out loud as your temper rose again, “Never mind.  Forget I asked.”

Unnoticed by you, Stephen’s brow creased in puzzlement.    

“Dinner is at six thirty,” he tried again.  “I’ll explain what I know then and only then.”

This time you did turn around, “So my options are limited to dining with you and taking the chance that you will honour your word and reveal what you know or not eating and remaining ignorant?”

“Precisely.”  Stephen praised, “I’m glad that you understand the situation.  What’s your choice?”

“I’m not hungry,” you denied petulantly.

Stephen scoffed, stepping forwards.  “If you don’t eat with me, you don’t eat at all.  I will give you one more chance to decide.  Keep my promise in mind.”

“I’m not hungry,” you repeated.  This time, you crossed your arms over your chest to emphasise your point.

This time when Stephen frowned it wasn’t out of puzzlement but annoyance, “If that is your choice.”  His voice once again had that mocking tone which only served to anger you further.  “Your room is the first one on the right on the second floor.  Stick to the left-hand side of the staircase.”  Stephen suggested carelessly, “The stairs are somewhat rickety and I’m sure that you’ve noticed the rather large hole in the middle of the staircase.  It would be a shame if you injured yourself by falling through that hole.”

The sorcerer then left the room leaving you alone in the barely lit room.  Unwilling to stay in that room any longer, you walked over to the staircase.  As you drew closer to the staircase you noticed the hole Stephen spoke of and a sudden chill swept through the air.  The hole was large and you couldn’t shake the feeling that the hole was a gateway to a place that you would rather not visit. 

Although your anger at Stephen hadn’t yet subsided, you were careful to stick very close to the left-hand side of the staircase.  Once you had climbed the stairs, you let out a sigh of relief.  You hadn’t even realised that you had been holding your breath.

Far off in the distance, a small red object appeared on the horizon.

#my writing #my fics #once upon a time #ouat #ouat jafar #reader #ouat jafar x reader #female reader #sinister stephen strange #sinister stephen strange x reader #Beauty and the Beast AU #Disney Beauty and the Beast references

[deathfavor]

@ofsavior said: “Oi, Kazutora-kun.” Chifuyu voices while on their shared break. Broom still in hand, he sets it aside and faces Kazutora a bit uncertainly. “I’m not really sure how to ask this, but it’s been on my mind for a while.” Chifuyu begins, the nerves evident on his expression. “Are you living life for you?” It’s a broad question certainly, but a simple one. “I mean looking to your own path.” Dusting off his hands, Chifuyu lowers his head. “I know you’ve been working a lot to atone for the past.” Chifuyu approaches Kazutora then and stands relatively close. One hand reaches and rests upon Kazutora’s shoulder. “I want you to know I forgive for what happened back then.”

   Kazutora lifts his head from looking at his phone to cast a curious glance towards Chifuyu when the other calls for him. That curiosity only increases when he sees how uncertain Chifuyu appears to be. It’s strange, he can’t think of a reason why there should be such nervousness. So with that in mind, he sets his phone down and tilts his head. “ What’s up, Chifuyu? Ask away.  “  Kazutora offers lightheartedly, attention on Chifuyu with a relaxed smile that hopefully offers some reassurance to whatever is on Chifuyu’s mind.

   It feels like he’s been punched in the chest. The question is full of ugly, sharp teeth that sink themselves into his skin with vicious relentlessness. It makes the easy-going smile on his face disappear in an instant and his head turns away to look off to the side before he can stop himself. He can’t hide from the question even if he wants to. Are you living life for you?  “ What brought this up? “ He asks, trying to sound casual but it sounds panicky to his own ears.  

   His jaw clenches and then unclenches, but he isn’t angry. Not at Chifuyu, and certainly not when Chifuyu looks nervous. He can’t fathom why Chifuyu is nervous over what’s been asked. It’s not him being dissected and judged. ( Kazutora deserves it, he knows this. Ten years doesn’t change the fact you’re a killer – let alone a twice convicted killer. Helping animals doesn’t change that his hands are soaked in blood. ) Gold eyes stare at the wall with relentless focus, but he’s not seeing it. Not really.  

   Kazutora wants to flinch from the touch, but he stays still because it’s the only thing grounding him. He stays still because he knows Chifuyu means well. It's meant to comfort, he knows that. “ I don’t. “ Kazutora croaks, voice raw even under his efforts to keep it controlled. He clears his throat and tries again. “ I appreciate knowing that – “ And he does, he really does “ – but I don’t forgive myself. “ Kazutora whispers, dropping his gaze to stare at his own hand.  “  Two years. That seems like my time limit. “ He laughs, bitter and rough.  “ We’re getting close to two years since my release – and I’m scared to death I’m going to do something or fuck something up for you. “ It wasn't even about himself. He was scared for Chifuyu's sake. His chest feels heavy, like it’s being crushed under the weight of his words. “ Two years of knowing Baji before meeting Mikey, Toman forming, and then killing Shinichiro. Two years of juvie, and then Baji. Now two years…“ It’s like some sick fucking joke that haunts him. He shivers, cold despite the warmth of the break room. “ Maybe Hanma was right... “ 

   Are you living life for you? “ Living life for me? “ He feels like a disappointment – which is the story of his life.  “ I’m - It’s never- “ Kazutora stutters, stumbles over the words he’s trying to say. He feels sick. “ I never have an ideal future or dream job or path.”  Kazutora offers weakly. His gaze darts back to Chifuyu for the first time, quick to rush out the words. “ I appreciate this, here, and everything you’ve done. I do like it. “ His eyes squeeze shut when he looks away. “ It just...feels like everyone else has their path, their goals, but I don’t know where I’m going. I didn’t expect to be here. “   A statement made with multiple meanings. “ And sometimes I don’t feel like I deserve it. This. “ He gestures around them, then hugs his arms close to him in a self-soothing gesture when guilt sweeps over his visage.  “ So…I don’t think I am. But...that's fine. I just continue to try to atone, help here, you know. All that sort of stuff. “ He offers a shaky smile towards Chifuyu in hopes it is reassuring.

But he's scared. He's scared and now he's said he's scared it feels harder to ignore. 

#ofsavior #oh this :( #he feels hes disappointing chifuyu... #and we know what happens at 2 years #stares at him and bonten with a deep sigh #self sabotage on that one buddy #i don't...think kazutora knows what it means really #living life for himself rather than as act of atonement #i think thats really what he sees it as - living to atone #᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA] #᛭ — [QUEUE] ghosts of the past and of the future

[children-of-epiales]

On Edge

     Of the few things Reaper allowed herself to take pride in, being a member of the Nightmare private military company took first place and kept it. 

Only after a couple missions with Nightmare did her insecurities loosen their chains on her mind; it didn’t take long for her to go with the motions, to nod when she agreed with a plan and to expect helpful feedback when she asked about something, to be able to trust her team and know they trusted her. 

This wasn’t real. She volunteered to go undercover, to help the team like usual. 

So why couldn’t she avoid the old feelings-the negative feelings she knew didn’t mean anything to her-from returning? 

With that came the loneliness, the isolation when the Canadian worked with and among so many people; it didn’t matter how hard she tried to hide it from the others, how she snapped at them when they reached out to her. 

Reaper had been sucked so deep into the darkness that she forgot the most simple rule of going undercover: don’t draw attention to yourself.

It all happened too quickly, she didn’t have enough time to correct herself: the team left the plane, made a beeline for their target's location and engaged. Reaper followed Hutch around back, entered after he breached the building through a door and covered her while she searched for the target. She heard shouting and turned, rifle up at eye level, and shot at the last person she could have shot at.

 It was another day with Nightmare, she desperately tried to convince herself prior to leaving. It could have been just another day, considering the job; her new teammates made the difference, cutthroat as they were. But that wasn’t a good excuse.

“ Fanculo!” Stiletto shouted, her arm placed in front of her head just a second too late, the bullets having lodged themselves into the wall above her beret. Her arm fell and Reaper stared into the enraged Italian’s eyes. “ What the fuck are you doing?! Cazzo cagna-get outta my way!” 

She shoved the brunette aside with one arm, forcing her way out of the room. That no one had Stiletto’s back covered happened to be a tiny bit of fortune for Reaper. 

The team succeeded without her help, so she boarded the plane first when it landed and found a place to hide as close to the cockpit as possible. 

Stiletto’s voice stood out among those that exchanged words on the way back to the base; the way it sounded coming from her, Reaper mistook her for a hostile. The Canadian knew she didn’t even get a glimpse of the older operative before firing at her, that her nerves got the best of her. 

She just didn’t have the strength to speak up nor did she care to at the moment, which meant the situation would remain whatever Stiletto swore it was.

Usually Reaper could take a hit or two: words behind her back or, nowadays, a fist or a knife in her face. It didn’t occur to her how outnumbered she really was until Coyote got her alone in the hallway, his teeth bared in frustration. “ What was all that about keeping my mouth shut huh?” The French Canadian hisses at her, earning him a slap across the face in return.

“ It still stands, motherfucker.” Reaper bites at him.

Coyote glowers at the brunette, his lips pressed tightly together. “ It was an accident,” Reaper continues through her teeth. Her jaw soon loosens on its own and she lowers her voice. “ I was on edge-I don’t know why-and I fucking shot as soon as I saw that someone was there. I didn’t know it was her, Jody.” 

“ But she already opened her mouth to everyone-I know she’s pissed but she didn’t give me a chance to explain!” The Canadian throws her arms away from her sides, her eyes growing as Coyote’s narrows. 

“ So you didn’t say anything? Will you say anything-you gotta say something, Rouge. They’ll think twice about sending you out again if you don’t.” Coyote reminds her. The KorTac private military company didn’t allow mistakes, let alone give their soldiers slack for screwing up when they were stressed out. 

Reaper lets out a low ‘hmph’. “ Oh yeah, Moron! Such a great idea, let me go tell them about my mental health and-” 

The brunette cuts herself off, her arms folding to put more distance between her and her friend, her enraged stare downcast. 

Coyote’s shoulders slump in response. The conversation’s over for the time being. 

Reaper keeps herself busy by training; practicing at the shooting range, stretching, working on cardio, lifting, anything she can do to improve her physical condition so she doesn’t feel the need to beat herself up for nearly putting a bullet in a teammate’s head. 

A teammate that didn’t care for her before, probably despises her now, and there’s nothing Reaper can do to fix it-

“ Trying to make up for something?” Reaper’s head snaps up, eyes set into a nasty glower that instantly falls apart the moment her eyes meet Stiletto’s blue ones; she can’t help the awe that washes over her every time she’s able to see the older operator’s face. 

The Canadian is not religious, hasn’t been in a very long time, yet she fights with the urge to fall to her knees before Stiletto, her judgment personified, and beg her for forgiveness for every sin Reaper’s ever committed. 

“ Always.” Reaper answers instead. 

A silence falls between and around the women. She watches Stiletto take a seat on a bench close to her and rest her arms on her knees, and isn’t prepared when the Italian launches herself at her. 

Reaper moves fast too, just not fast enough, and finds herself pinned by an unforgiving hand on her throat. Her eyes flicker to a knife-the stiletto knife-being whipped open. She grabs onto Stiletto’s wrist before the edge of it can find her jugular. 

“ Cazzo idiota! I could have-I should have shot you right then!” The Italian spits at Reaper. 

“ You fucking should have! Augh-Instead you chose to cover your face-” Teeth find Stilettos forearm, during the time Stiletto tries to tear her arm away, the Canadian uses her knee to give herself some space and moves without thinking. 

She was so used to seeing the deadly woman from afar or above her, never did Reaper imagine she would be on top of Stiletto. Even if it was to keep herself from getting stabbed. 

Stiletto spits in her face, her gloved fingers are buried in Reaper’s thigh. “ What’s your problem?!” Reaper screams at her, “ I’m motherfucking sorry, okay!” Everything suddenly seems to settle, except for when Stiletto pushes her away and shuts her knife; it doesn’t go unnoticed how shocked she is, somewhere in her stare there’s fear too. 

“ I’m sorry-” Reaper repeats, her arms extended defensively “-it was my mistake, but-but what the fuck?! It was an honest mistake, I don’t think I deserve to be killed for it!”

Her brows raise when the Italian stands. “ Don’t let it happen again.” Stiletto responds dryly. The words come out so fast, she doesn’t leave the younger operator any time to acknowledge it, her boots on the floor outshine any other noise in the room as she leaves. 

Something upset her, they both know. 

If only Stiletto knew she wasn’t alone.

Translation(s):

Fanculo- Fuck you (short form)

Cazzo cagna- Fucking bitch

Cazzo idiota- Fucking idiot

(yes Reaper's getting cursed out in this)

Tagging: @poisonedtruth @shegetsburned @voidika @scentedcandleibex

#okay THIS is one of the ones I promised to finish #yall wanna know how fucking bad i am at writing the end part of fics??? #REALLY BAD #thats how bad #its honest work though #this baby was due #COD AU #COD reaper #Rouen Blake #COD stiletto #Salvatrice Muselli #fic #oc fic #also pun fully intended with the title #also again if you wanna be tagged or dont wanna be tagged pls lemme know

[naivesilver]

10 or 13 or 19 for Pinocchio + Lampwick, please and thank you 💘

Something simple, to wrap up for the night 💗

Casual Affections Prompt

19. Tugging at the other's clothes to keep them close

"So," Lampwick says, a breath away from Pinocchio's lips, "is this the most adventurous place you've kissed me yet?"

Pinocchio snorts, wanting to shake his head but unwilling to move even an inch. "It's the most adventurous place I've ever kissed anyone, idiot."

"Thought Twinkle had more fire in her."

"She was twelve, Lampwick."

"I fought off a knight when I was twelve, what d'you mean?"

"Funny," Pinocchio mutters, the hint of a grin on his face. "I remember that night going a bit differently."

Lampwick debates telling him to sod off, but he's not in the mood for wasting even a single second of their time together, so he settles for making himself as big a nuisance as possible without leaving, putting a little teeth into the next kiss and then trailing down the other boy's jaw and neck. Pinocchio half-heartedly tries to swat him away for all of thirty seconds, then relaxes with a heavy sigh, cupping Lampwick's head with his hand as his fingers catch into tousled red hair.

There's nothing very adventurous in the spot they've picked, truth be told, but anything's better than a place where people could catch them at any given moment - which is pretty much everywhere around their parts, really. For being such a small town Storybrooke seems immensely populated, and there are prying adults at every corner, it sometimes looks like, ready to scold them for being so sappy in public.

The rotting cannery near the docks is as private a choice as they could make - one, because no one works there any longer, and two, because it's as close as Pinocchio will ever willingly get to the sea. Nobody would think to come looking for them in a shithole like this, and as such, they can look forward to a long time of free, uninterrupted bliss.

Or maybe not. After a few minutes Pinocchio pats Lampwick on the back in a quick succession, warning him as he begins to pull away. "I should go. I've got homework to do."

"Like hell you do." Lampwick takes him by the lapels of his jacket and tugs him closer once more, back within nibbling range. "Fuck that noise. It can't be that important anyway."

"I've got a test tomorrow. Differential equations. Do you want me to fail that?"

"I can help you. Later. It'll be a breeze. I'll make you notecards so good you won't even need to study, you'll see-"

He's pressing soft kisses close to Pinocchio's ear as he speaks, words punctuated by pecks, but then he feels the other moving once more - not trying to break free, not this time, but merely turning around so they are nose to nose again. Pinocchio is smiling, too, the bright, long-suffering grin he reserves for Lampwick and Lampwick alone, where all his features soften in the blink of an eye and he looks as warm as freshly made bread.

"I could consider it," he concedes, full of pretend self-importance. "But I'd like to make sure the bargain's worth my while first, please."

Lampwick scoffs, closing what little distance is left between them. "Well, why didn't you say that sooner, doll?"

Yeah, adventurous might be a stretch, but he thinks he can make it an enjoyable enough afternoon - lingering smell of fish aside, that is.

#bewilderedmoth #ask meme #thousand problems verse #ouat #cannery my beloved #I still suffer from mess is mine brainrot jsyk #that scene lives rent free in my brain #though the other night I suddenly remembered puppet strings again...god WHAT a fic #this isn't so articulated but it's bc they're just besotted teens #god I've kept the two saddest picks I made for tomorrow woe is me #fanfic #lampwickcore #pinocchwick #damn I was forgetting the ACTUAL tags for a second here LMAOOOO

[traumamade]

Todd nodded his head stiffly, still looking down at the ground. "Yeah, I was. And I... I wasn't... Great? When I first staggered away from there. I was around Arklay Mountain Range for a while, lost honestly after the bomb dropped and wrecked my place of employment." He rubbed the back of his head with the free hand, almost like a nervous tick. Well, that gave away where he had gotten infected, and just how many years ago it was. "But as I said, time went on, and my head cleared more and more. So like I told you before. I've just been traveling. Not a lot else to do." Not safely at least. Keeping his head down in the homeless way of life was smarter, at least for a simple civvie.

But the nervousness was slowly leaving him, as if telling someone, anyone, what he could remember had lifted a weight. Or maybe it was just because Leon hadn't shot him yet.

He tugged on his arm gently. "Here, hang on a sec-" Todd spoke, while getting his limb free from the agent. Now gently undoing his old jacket, zippe yanked down as he carefully wiggled free of it. Showing that he wore an old T-Shirt, with some old stains. Inside the coat was that old nametag, hooked onto the lining and fade. 'RC. SIG.COFFEE, Todd'. But that was not what he wanted to show. Nor the sudden sight of the fact he sure as hell did have muscles, more than could be seen under the ratty coat.

The man reached up and yanked his collar aside, nice and far. Showing a gnarly and ugly scar on top of his shoulder joint, in the shape of nasty human teeth. Dug deep. And the veins around it were blackened. The skin it's self grey there, but faded out into that unnatural pale tone over him. "See? I don't know what happened, if it's from the random shit I tried to eat, or if it was from the really big guy that took my depth perception, but... I'm still me. Mostly dead but not entirely."

"Everything make sense now?"

It dawns on him fast and all at once. The mention of Raccoon City always sets him on edge and causes anxiety to flare up. The name tag as well as the mention of a bomb tells Leon everything he needs to know.

This man is a survivor of raccoon city. How and why, he doesn't know, because anyone who got bit there shouldn't have made it out alive. At all. So what makes Todd any different?

"I'm....sorry about your job." It's an odd thing to focus on, isn't it? That is long past and a job isn't something to focus on like that but it's more than that. If Todd can read behind the lines, perhaps he can see the guilt in Leon's blue gaze.

"You were infected there, then. I don't know how the hell you're....you....but you were infected and the virus reacted to you in an entirely different way. Do you have any symptoms other than what you've told me already? Like, uh, hunger for flesh?"

#todd!anon

[tetsuwhore]

𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 | 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

Description: you’re so soft, so pliant against him, innocently fluttering your eyelashes as you look up at him. it makes Oikawa want to ruin you. so, he does.

Warning: explicit smut - corruption kink, overstimulation, one mention of videotaping, soft dom!Oikawa, shy!Reader

Length: 4.1k words

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Oikawa had only wanted to kiss you goodbye.

That’s all he had meant to do - end the night a little sweet before leaving your doorway for the drive back to his apartment. Maybe even whisper something in your ear about how he couldn’t wait to see how pretty you looked in your outfit for the next date night, just so he had one last chance to see your face grow pink at his cheekiness.

But he doesn’t even reach that far, because before he can pull away, you’re grasping on to the thick of his shoulders, bringing his lips back against your soft ones. You’re kissing him hard, with far more vigour than he was expecting. It’s uncharacteristic of you. He can’t bring himself to pull away. 

He wants to lose himself - to the saccharine scent of your perfume, to the magnetic pull of your arms as they loop around his neck, to the feeling of your soft tits pressing up against the hardness of his chest. Suddenly, Oikawa’s intoxicated, and it has nothing to do with the wine from earlier tonight. No, it’s you; you’re everywhere, all around him. And he’s so tempted to simply give in to the inebriation. 

But he shouldn’t. It was too early, wasn’t it? No, he should wait until you’re ready. That would be the right thing to do. All he had to do was gently pull away from you and-

“Oikawa-kun… I need you to, um, to touch me? Please?”

Fuck. You’re practically begging him to fuck you. And he wants to. Oikawa wants to. 

Maybe he should. He considers the thought - it would be cruel of him not to, wouldn’t it? To deny you, even when he can feel the needy undulation of your front against his crotch, and your hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric of your blouse. 

And when you begin moaning into his mouth, whining about how you wanted him - no, needed him - to make you feel good, Oikawa knows that he physically can’t push you away. 

So he makes haste of fishing your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door, and swiftly bringing you inside before he lost all his senses and fucked you right there at the doorway of your apartment. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ: *⋆.*:･ﾟ: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

It’s amusing, really. 

How the moment Oikawa has you laying on the bed, with him hovering on top of you, you lose all remnants of that forwardness. Every trace of the boldness from earlier melts away, and left behind, is his shy, timid girlfriend. 

He’s stripped your pants away, leaving your bottom half naked, save for your panties. It’s a flimsy thing, with fabric so thin that he can practically feel the dampness soaking through to his pants. And it does absolutely nothing to protect you from the rutting of his hardening bulge against your clothed clit.

It’s the slightest motion, just a simple brush every so often. And yet, you’re already a shaky mess under him, blushing and quivering at every movement. You’re unable to even look at him, tilting your head to the side, eyes pulled tightly shut.

“You need to be touched here,” Oikawa coos, his fingers lightly ghosting along the length of your clothed slit, “don’t you, baby?” He chuckles at the sight of your frantic nodding, moving off of you to support himself on one elbow. Thumbing your panties, he looks to you for permission, “How about we get this out of the way, hmm?”

Upon receiving your shy nod, he loops deft fingers into the waistband, slowing prying the fabric away from your dripping cunt. Oikawa has to contain himself - take a deep breath in so he doesn’t cum in his pants - as his eyes follow the clear string of slickness left behind as he slides your panties along your quivering thighs, all the way down to your ankles, before placing it aside. 

Your eyes are still screwed shut, likely from the embarrassment of being so exposed in front of him. But when a second passes, then one more, and then another still, your eyes flutter open. You turn to him, confusion evident in your expression as you watch him remain where he is - idly resting by your side on one arm. 

“Touch yourself for me.” 

Your eyes are the size of saucers now, gaping up at him as you stutter over your words.

“I- I can’t- That’s too…”

“Go on, baby,” Oikawa coaxes gently, “For me.”

He follows your shaky hand as it ghosts along your abdomen, before finally reaching the place between your legs. He’s patient, waiting silently as he watches your eyes fall shut again, listening for the soft whimpers that escape your lips as your fumbling fingers brush against your quivering inner folds. 

You have your bottom lip pulled tight between your teeth - a habit of nervousness, he’s learnt. Nervous about what? Nervous about… him? The thought of it makes Oikawa grin to himself. Even with your eyes closed, he knows you’re aware. You’re painfully aware of how he’s watching you, silently scrutinizing your slightest movements, your every reaction.

It’s a tinge sadistic, he knows; he really should be doing more to make you feel more at ease. And yet, the sight of you so self-conscious and awkward under his sharp gaze, so desperate to make yourself as small as you can… 

It just makes him even harder.

“Oikawa-kun… I can’t”

He’s quick to card his fingers through your hair, softly rubbing them against your scalp in soothing motions. Planting a light kiss to your forehead, Oikawa whispers reassuring praises in your ear, hoping it would be enough to coax you into continuing the ministrations of your fingers.

“No, I really c-can’t…” your voice is so small that he barely catches what you say, “I don’t- I don’t know how…” 

Huh. How interesting. 

Oikawa raises a brow in curiosity, “You’ve never touched yourself before?” Shaking your head, “Just on-once,” you quietly confess, “but I didn’t, um… y’know…” 

Very interesting, indeed. 

“Tell me about it,” he presses gently, “What did you think about, hmm?”

“It was that day after you, um, you t-took me to… to watch you practice,” your voice is laced with embarrassment now, uncontrollably shaky, “I couldn’t s-stop thinking about you...” Gulping, you keep going, “So, uh, after you dr-dropped me home, I- I-” 

Oikawa hums, hoping the feigned nonchalance of it was believable enough to hide how crazy your words were driving him. 

“I tried to, um, you know, t-touch… d-down there... but all I could t-think, oh-” your breath hitches in surprise as you glance down to find his other hand drawing slow circles on the skin of your thigh. Hovering so, very dangerously close to the heat of your cunt. And yet, he keeps his eyes on your face, waiting for you to continue.

“I kept thinking about… about y-your fingers… how they’re so much longer and, ah- and th-thicker than mine,” his eyes are growing wider, darker at every utterance slipping from your lips. Did you have any idea what you were doing to his ego?

“And how mine got too… um, too t-tired to continue, but yours,” you’re struggling so hard now, voice so shaky that you’re barely coherent, “yours would pr-probably m-make… make me… oh-”

But now those very fingers are lightly tracing the outside of your pussy lips, and the rest of it comes out so garbled that Oikawa isn’t even sure it can be considered speech. It’s okay, he can forgive you. Because fuck, this was really too much, and he would be a hypocrite to chide you for it.

Oikawa would be a hypocrite to judge you when his own thoughts were completely scrambled, swarming all over the place as he zoned in on the mental picture of you. 

Of his cute girlfriend, lying alone in her bed that night, fingers sunken deep into her dripping cunt as she fantasized about him. Of his little sweetheart, realizing in frustration that her tiny little fingers weren’t enough to make her cum, that they could never be enough, because she needed him to do it for her. Of his-

“Oikawa-kun, please!” your shrill pleading interrupts his thoughts, “I-I need… I need…” 

Him. You need him. 

And oh, he wanted to give you what you needed. Oikawa wanted to fuck you up, he wanted to ruin you, he wanted to use his fingers, his tongue, his thigh, his cock, all of it, until you were completely and utterly tainted by him. 

Still, he was selfish. He couldn’t just give you everything that easily, right? He was ready to spoil you (and he did mean in both ways), but he needed something from you first.

“Okay, cutie, okay,” Oikawa has to hide the laugh bubbling in his throat when he hears your breath of relief, “But first, I think you need to address me properly.”

“Huh? Oikawa-kun, wha-”

He tuts disapprovingly at that, trailing his fingers away from your clit, now throbbing from being neglected for so long. He chuckles when you try to grip on to his arm, weakly attempting to bring him to where you needed him most. Except, he was Oikawa Tooru - professionally trained athlete. It wouldn’t work. 

You’re still shaking, skin still flushed that gorgeous shade of crimson. But there’s a desperation in you now, a hunger for more, and he sees it perfectly in your frenzied movements as you grind your hips up in a feeble attempt to reach his straying fingers. 

He hears it loud and clear in your shrill whines as you beg, “Oikawa… I’ll do a-anything, just- just touch me!”

This time, Oikawa does laugh. It’s low, dark, as he takes in your words. Were you even aware of what you were saying, of the magnitude of that word - ‘anything’? But as his gaze returns to your face, as he watches how you peer up at him through tear-glazed eyes, eyelashes fluttering ever so innocently, he realizes. 

No. You don’t have a fucking clue what you’re offering him, the power you’re placing in his hands. It’s dangerous. Because again, Oikawa - ever the opportunist - is selfish. And when you offer him an inch, he’ll always go after the mile.

“My little cutie is willing to do anything? Just so I make her cum? Hmm, how about...” he hums against your neck, grinning at how you shudder at the feel of his hot breath on your skin, “...you call me by my name then?”

You look up at him in confusion, “W-What? Oik-”

“My actual name.”

It’s such a simple thing really, so easy to overlook. Getting you to drop the formalities. One by one - first with the lack of honorifics, and now, using his first name. To anyone else, it may have seemed so trivial. But this was you. His shy little girlfriend - so respectful, so polite, always ready with your pleases and thank yous.

“Please make me cum… T-Tooru…” 

And so, it was more than enough for him. 

Suddenly, he’s on top of you again, hot mouth swallowing your surprised whimpers as he kisses you hard, rough, hungry. Oikawa’s ruthless as his teeth tug down on your bottom lip, giving way for his tongue to slither in and taste the sweet inside of your mouth. It swipes against the edges of your teeth, licks up into the roof of your mouth, before finally tangling with yours. 

And fuck, you’re moaning, you’re moaning into the kiss, because now his bulge is right against your naked cunt, rubbing up your swollen clit.

You flinch when the sound of ripping fabric echoes through the room. 

His large hands pull the shredded remnants of your blouse away, allowing him a second to drink in your trembling form, now free of the oppressive cloth hiding you away from him. Oikawa trails his eyes down your heaving chest, focuses on the slight jiggle of your naked breasts as you attempt to control your staggering breaths. 

You remind him of a porcelain doll - pretty, delicate, probably been treated like fragile glassware all your life.  And your skin… your skin is smooth as china; it’s completely clear, with not a single blemish in sight. 

Yet, all Oikawa can think about is tarnishing it, bruising it, treating it like his own personal canvas and splotching it with angry blooms of red, blue, and purple. 

So, he does. His mouth ravages the expanse of your skin, sucking and kissing and licking and biting, exploring every crevice. But wait- you’re pushing him away, fingers wrangling with the hem of his shirt. Pulling apart, Oikawa makes haste of yanking his shirt off, hissing when he finally, finally feels your dainty hands grasping on to his naked skin.

Then he’s back to abusing your skin, delving into the soft cups of your breasts, into the crook of your neck. And he can hear all kinds of sounds escaping your lips - from pleasure, desperation, maybe even… pain? 

He can’t tell; and he would’ve been more concerned, but right now, he simply doesn’t care, because you’re moaning for ‘more Tooru!’, you’re gripping his shoulders closer to you and you’re arching your back up so he can latch his mouth onto one of your nipples.

Your thighs are already quivering as he glides down to hover over them, slowly trailing kisses along the skin of your midriff before finally settling in between your legs. You watch, breath bated, eyes wide in trepidation as Oikawa slowly hooks one calve over his broad shoulder. The other thigh, however, he presses flat down on the mattress. 

“Don’t move this one.”

You’re blushing fiery red, clearly mortified at having your cunt spread open on display in front of him. And yet, you see how much his eyes have hardened, now a murky black as they lock on you. There isn’t any option available other than to nod. 

“Good girl.”

And as Oikawa peers down at your glistening folds - his face so close that he’s practically inhaling the smell of sex, of sin - he wishes he had the patience to draw it out, to explore every part of you properly. But your desperation is practically palpable, with the frenzied undulation of your hips, and the way you’re chewing on your bottom lip in anticipation. 

He decides to be generous. 

With one clear, fluid stroke, he’s dragging his tongue up the length of your slit, and he’s dragging the most wanton moan out of your lips. He can’t hold back his own sounds either, because fuck, you’re delicious. You’re saccharine sweet, and all Oikawa can think about is how he wants more, more, more.

So he takes it. Straightening his tongue out, he moves it past your slit, dips it into the warm cavern of your cunt and laps up all the slickness he can reach. His nose is nudged up against your clit, brushing against it as his slick tongue continues to explore the inside of your slopping pussy. 

Oikawa tilts his head to the side slightly, stealing a glance at the thigh that isn’t in his grasp. It’s trembling, hovering ever-so-slightly off the mattress. And yet, he can see how painfully tight the muscle is strained as it remains in its place, just like he asked (or rather, ordered). Even with his mouth buried deep in your folds, he feels his lips draw into a smile. You’re such a good girl for him; so obedient. 

Deciding that he had indulged enough, Oikawa withdraws his tongue from inside you and begins furiously lapping it up, all the way from your slit to your throbbing clit. He keeps it up, repeating it again and- wait, suddenly, he realizes that you’ve fallen quiet, and he looks up, and... are you- are you wincing? Concerned, he pulls away slightly. 

“Something wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

His warm hand caresses up and down your thigh, reassuring you as you attempt to muster up the right words, “I- I like it. But, um, c-could you… could you, maybe go… softer?”

Oikawa chuckles to himself, as he settles back in. Of course. How could he allow himself to get so carried away? His little cutie was delicate, so utterly sensitive to his every touch. He needed to keep in mind that he couldn’t just ravage you at every stop.

(Even if the thought was a little more than enticing). 

And ah, there it is. That’s the sound he was looking for. Oikawa knows he’s got it right when you’re squirming in his hold, sharp whimpers and mewls bubbling out of your lips over, and over, and over again. So he swipes his tongue the same way you seem to enjoy so much.

Over, and over, and over again.

You’ve shed away all inhibitions now, shamelessly grinding your cunt against his face, smearing your slick all over his chin and cheeks. His peripherals roam up your quivering body, settling on your face. Your neck is jerked forward slightly, granting him the perfect view of your expression. You have your eyes screwed shut, mouth pulled slack, cheeks reddened and slightly wet with your spit running down the sides.

Fuck. You’re gorgeous like this. Oikawa wants to brand the image into his memory, keep it safe so it can resurface every time he’s alone and got his hand wrapped around his dick as he thinks about you. Or maybe... maybe, you’d even let him get a camera to record it?

Well, he’ll have to remember to ask about it, but later. Because suddenly, your tiny fingers are tangling themselves in his chocolate locks, your lips sobbing a string of “Tooru! Tooru! Tooru!” You cum violently, messily as your cunt practically drools on to his tongue. Oikawa eats you through it, letting you ride out the waves of your pleasure on his flattened tongue. 

And then, he keeps going.

He doesn’t pull away even as you cry out at the oversensitivity, your knee knocking into his temple in a frenzied restlessness. Oikawa simply grips your hips down into the mattress and keeps his tongue buried in the folds of your hot cunt, tangling his tongue against the little nub. He only settles back once you’ve cum again, sending a fresh new pool of slickness dripping down his chin. 

You don’t expect it when he surges up to place his body on top of yours, his lips already finding yours in a hungry kiss. It’s messy, with your release smearing all over your cheeks and chin from his face. Oikawa pulls away once he’s satisfied, giving you the chance to finally, finally catch a short breath. He grins at the fresh slick now coating your lower face. 

Parting your lips with his thumb, he smears it across your tongue, grinning as he asks, “Tastes good, don’t you think?”

He watches as you tilt your face to the side, casting your eyes away from his piercing gaze. You respond with a shy nod. 

“So, cutie,” Oikawa begins, a smug smirk on his face, “You must be pretty tired, I don’t think you can handle my cock right away. Maybe we should leave it at this, hmm?” 

And fuck, it’s all worth it when he sees the desperation, the pure need on your face when you rush to grip on to his forearm, begging him to keep going, that you could take whatever he had to give you, that you needed something to fill you up.

Sure enough, when he glances down, he sees how your cunt pulsates, clenching around nothing. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be able to hold back. 

“Since you seem so insistent,” he feigns a cocky tone, as if he isn’t the one with the raging boner, “You want me to fuck you then? Stretch you out with my cock?”

You remain silent, choosing to nod again. Oh, that wouldn’t do. “No, no,” Oikawa shakes his head in disapproval, “Use your words, baby.”

“Want you to-” your lower lip trembles as you speak, the embarrassment causing hot tears to gather at the corners of your closed eyes, “want you to- to f-fuck me… Tooru...” 

Hearing such filth escape your lips is the last straw. His patience is now replaced by a ferocious need, a craving, a hunger. 

From that point, the rest feels like a fever dream. Oikawa remembers sheathing himself in you, gritting his teeth and hissing as your tight cunt somehow manages to resist the entry of his cock while simultaneously sucking him in deeper. He can feel the sharp sting of your nails as they scramble for purchase on the sweat sheened surface of his broad back. 

He definitely remembers the way you tighten up as you cum, your body succumbing to his strong thrusts and harsh rutting against your clit. The silky walls of your cunt clamp up around his dick, making him have to work harder and harder to move every inch. 

Oikawa recalls you whimpering into his ear, sobbing about how it was too much, how you couldn’t handle more, how you were far too sensitive. And yet, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, because it’s you who is pulling his hips deeper into you with your legs, and it’s you who has got your arms wrapped around his shoulders in a deadlock. 

What Oikawa can picture most vividly, however, is you cupping his flushed cheeks, pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. The tenderness of your touch, of your warm mouth, of you, so soft and pliant under him - it’s all such a stark contrast to the harshness of his thrusts. 

Then, your gentle voice is at his ear again, but this time you’re telling him you love him, you love him, you love him, you-

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ*⋆.*:･ﾟ: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

The room is dense with the sound of your staggering breaths intermingling with his. 

For a moment, Oikawa allows himself to black the world out, closing his eyes and resting his head against your heaving breasts. He can faintly feel a soft pressure against his temple - he realizes that it’s your lips, planting one, two, three kisses along his skin. 

Lifting his head up, Oikawa allows his eyes to fall open, so they can face yours. 

And then, you’re both breaking out into giggles. 

“Fuck, you deserve an Oscar for that.”

“God, yeah, I definitely do,” you laugh, “Hell, I almost believed myself during some of it.”

“It was incredible, baby. Really,” Oikawa’s tone grows uncharacteristically hesitant as he continues, “But… you enjoyed it too, right? Wasn’t uncomfortable or anything?”

“Relax, Tooru. No, I wasn’t uncomfortable,” you shake your head, your hands moving to gently cup his face. “I knew I could trust you. Besides, t’was fun playing pillow princess for a bit. But, uh...” you stretch out your leg, wincing at the ache, “my thigh is sore as a bitch right now.” 

He chuckles at that, a long arm already extending down your leg to massage the cramps away. 

“Really though, who would’ve guessed - world famous athlete Oikawa Tooru is really a freak who fantasizes about ruining his-” you snicker as you make a mock attempt at imitating his silky tone, “his ‘innocent little cutie’ of a girlfriend.” 

“Hey! It’s not that weird,” Oikawa whines defensively. “But, fuck, you really pulled some of that stuff straight out of my fantasies. Like, that whole thing about not being able to touch yourself properly because you needed me to get you off? It’s so-” 

“I would like to interject and remind you that you cannot possibly expect me to believe that you’d know how to get me off better than I would. No fucking way a dude knows my body better than I do. That’s some weird porn shit right there.”

“Shhh, it’s a nice fantasy, though - my girl fucking herself silly on her fingers, only to get frustrated when she can’t cum because it doesn’t feel right and she needs me to do it for her. Don’t spoil it, let a man dream.”

You roll your eyes at him, flicking his forehead with your finger, but nonetheless, pull his head back against your chest. Oikawa settles against you with a satisfied yawn, strong arms wrapped tight around your middle. 

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Tooru...”

Oh no.

He can feel the incessant tapping of your fingers against his fingers. Looking up, he groans at the sight of the mischievous grin on your face. 

“I know you want to,” he sighs, “Just say it.”

“...even if you are a freak.”

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