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[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your stressed lover comes home from a long day of work and finds you asleep. he can’t help but wake you up in a rather special way.

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tags. dom!jjk men x sub!female reader (gojo, toji, sukuna). smut. general warnings: dark content — somnophilia (consensual). size difference because im self indulgent ; reader gets referred to as small. ehm they’re kinda depicted as perverts. rest of the warnings are given before each character.

GOJO SATORU; cw. cunnilingus. fingering. he’s a bit whiny. nicknames used ‘princess, sweets’. he cums untouched lol.

“mm, fuck. look at my sweet princess,” satoru sighs under his breath. he’s welcomed home by the sight of you sleeping peacefully on the bed, your hips lifted a bit as you rest on your stomach.

satoru’s voice is shaky as he mutters something to himself. he carefully sits on the edge of the bed, trembling fingers reaching out to trace the shape of your plump ass. he can’t not touch you—especially when you present yourself so nicely to him.

it isn’t long before his fingers dip under the material of your shorts. satoru gauges your reaction to his advances and notices the corners of your lips twitching. a sign you’re unconsciously feeling his warm touch.

“fuckfuckfuck. ‘m sorry, princess — i have to.”

satoru gives up any self-control that he had left. he doesn’t waste any time pulling down your shorts and panties to your knees. his already erect cock twitches in his pants at the beautiful scene; your wet cunt in all its glory.

he clenches his fists, desperately trying not to do anything. that determination does not last long.

in just a second, satoru’s already lapping up your juices, his hands firmly holding your hips still. his nails dig into your flesh and he moans once he feels your body instinctively pushing back against his mouth.

“mm, s’rry,” the sorcerer whines in a muffled voice. he knows you’re awake by now—judging purely by the increase of your little moans of pleasure. his tongue doesn’t stop moving between your spread folds, tasting you until your thighs are spasming.

you’re confused when you’ve awoken to a tingly sensation between your legs, though you quickly put two and two together. you’re too lazy to comment on satoru’s sudden actions, only babbling a soft ‘welcome home’ between whimpers.

satoru’s breath hitches the moment you tell him those words. those sweet words. like you don’t mind that he’s dragged you out of your slumber this way. it’s such a turn on—your acceptance to what he’s doing.

“yeah? oh god,” satoru’s nose bumps against your slit each time he moves his jaw, lewdly slurping the fluid your pussy produces. he can feel his dick throbbing against his pants, begging to be released, “ngh, can’t—gonna cum, sweets.”

your lover’s desperate whines make your fingers curl around the bedsheets. the sole image of him cumming in his pants just from eating you out pushes you over the edge as well.

you reach your climax at the same time. satoru lolls his tongue out to catch your juices, moaning loudly against your puffy folds as he feels it trickling into his mouth. he can feel a wet spot forming on the fabric of his boxers, “shit.”

the white-haired man removes himself from behind you, licking his lips for any residue. you lazily look over your shoulder at him with glazed over eyes. his big hands are already working on his belt and zipper.

satoru shows you the dark spot in his underwear and pouts, “ah, look what you’ve done to me, princess—made a mess out of my favourite boxers b’cause of you.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI; cw. tiny hint of implied age gap (reader early 20’s, toji early 30’s). p in v -> unprotected. spooning position. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut, whore’. degradation / objectification.

toji kicks his shoes off and makes a beeline towards his bedroom. he’s in a shitty mood after he had met up with a rude client. despite that, his lips curl up into a faint smile the moment he sees you laying on his bed.

“heh, there’s my little girl,” his voice is raspy, hoarse and utterly exhausted. the older man climbs under the covers and wraps his strong arms around your small figure. he nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing in the nice smell of your shampoo.

toji wouldn’t be him if his hands didn’t wander all over your skin. his rough palms squeeze everywhere and anywhere—enjoying the feeling of your soft flesh in them. you subconsciously react to his touches by pushing your body back against his.

“. .do not,” toji hisses like you can hear him. he was already half hard on his way home as the thoughts of you clouded his mind, but now that he’s actually with you, he’s fully aroused. especially with your ass pushing back at his aching bulge.

he’s too lazy to get up and get himself off in the shower. thus, he starts off by humping the fat of your ass. the friction isn’t enough for the assassin and therefore he switches to the real thing.

“such a slutty fuckin’ thing. can’t keep my hands off ya,” toji groans into your ear, half hoping you’d hear all the dirty things he’s calling you. your pants are pulled down and your panties are pushed to the side—making way for his fat cock to drill into you.

your impatient lover adjusts your legs so he could have easier access to your tight cunt. the slow strokes inside you make you squirm and tighten up around his throbbing erection. this only riles toji up more.

“hah, y’can feel it even in y’r sleep, can’t you? my cock stretching your tight pussy out—my pussy,” toji corrects himself with a low moan. his warm breath hits the nape of your neck, his hands fondling you whilst he thrusts aggressively.

he doesn’t care if you wake up or not. he’s going to use your delicious body to relieve himself. you gave him the green light when he asked you if he could fuck you in your sleep when he needs it. so, there’s no reason to stop now.

you eventually jolt awake once the continuous stimulation become too much. if it wasn’t for toji’s hand on your mouth, you’d have woken up the neighbours with your loud and lewd moans.

toji scoffs. he keeps a tight grip on your face and thigh, not stopping the rough pounding he’s giving you. he sees your eyes roll back from the unexpected pleasure and he snickers.

his lips connect with yours, muffling your moans that way;

“hah, seems like you needed this as much as i did—waking up ‘n already moaning like a whore. missed me that much, huh?”

SUKUNA RYOMEN; cw. true form!sukuna. has two cocks woops. masturbation (m). turns into blowjob. hairpulling. reader gets called ‘brat’.

sukuna returns to his chambers. finally, after dealing with some sorcerers that’ve had challenged him for a battle. he’s tense, sweaty and obviously in need to blow off some steam. he knows just where to get said relief.

sukuna’s red eyes instantly spot your sleeping form on the middle of his kingsized bed. his favourite little human—resting without a care in the world. the innocent sight is one that sets his loins on fire.

“oi, brat,” the male speaks up as he sits on his side of the bed. the mattress dips to one side due to his huge form, causing your small body to automatically manoeuvre his way. you don’t seem to stir nor wake.

you’ve gotten used to sukuna’s demanding voice to the point that it doesn’t scare you anymore. he smacks his lips in frustration. guess he’ll take care of his problem himself for now.

low grunts fill the spacious room—sukuna’s head lolls back against the headboard whilst two of his hands move swiftly on his now exposed cocks. his sharp eyes are focused on your body, shamelessly checking you out. from the cleavage of your breasts, your clothed cunt to your perfect parted lips; all of you is turning him on.

“fuck, can’t believe this. .” sukuna curses under his breath. he can’t believe how weak he is for you. how his cocks throb and leak drops of pre-cum from just the sight of you sleeping. fully clothed at that.

whilst one set of his hands is busy touching himself, the other reaches out to grope your body. one hand on your chest and one on your ass. of course, sukuna doesn’t pass on the opportunity of smacking the soft flesh.

“i said get up,” sukuna clicks his tongue and tries to wake you again. this time you do actually wake up. a short, inaudible whine leaving your lips. you take a few seconds to process the view in front of you; your lover with both his thick cocks out, pre-cum making the lengths glimmer under the light of the lamp.

it got you horny. immediately. you slowly crawl over between his legs, like you know just what to do. sukuna raises an eyebrow—surprised by your lack of questioning. he’s amused at how fast you took the hint.

“that’s it. you’re learning fast,” sukuna sighs deeply the moment your lips wrap around his upper dick. your small hand jerks off the lower one. both stimulations at once makes the man beneath you grunt in satisfaction.

you still are and look extremely drowsy, though your devotion to sukuna knows no bounds. even in your half-asleep state. the king of curses pats your head—a surprisingly appreciative and loving gesture that he rarely does.

you bob your head carefully, not wanting to gag too much. however, the pace you set is too slow for sukuna who’s waited way too long to fuck you. in any way.

he bucks his hips—thrusting upwards into your hot mouth. his strong hands yank at your hair, keeping you in place as he hears your muffled whimpers of protest. not that he cares; you choking on his fat cock only adds to his pleasure.

“keep it up like that. fuck, where do you want me to cum? in your little mouth? yeahh, you’d like that huh, filthy girl. you’d have to work harder for it if you’re so desperate.”

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[vasiktomis]

Reverse Psychology (Reigen Arataka x GN!Reader, 18+)

Rating: Explicit (Minors do NOT interact). Word Count: ~2400. Tags/Warnings: No use of Reader pronouns. Negging. Office Sex. Pining. Service Submission. Confessions. Doggy-style. Creampie. (and it isn't a vasiktomis work without) Premature Ejaculation. Consensual Non-Consent. Read it on Ao3 Here!

“I’d had my suspicions, but I didn’t — ah — realise you were this into me.”

He’s such a loser, you think, gasping as he gracelessly gropes and grabs at your waist, your hips, your thighs. He’s such a scumbag. You want to bash his skull in. He’s adorable.

You won’t lie; you know he’s overestimating your infatuation with him. You’re sure he doesn’t actually believe what he’s saying — it’d just be mighty convenient for him if you believed it. Even when he’s got you pinned to the wall, body flush against yours, panting into your neck while he tries to recover from getting too lost in feverish kisses, he can’t drop a con when the opportunity presents itself.

Lucky for you, you know him too well to feel hurt over it, let alone fall for it. It’s always been like this between the two of you; Reigen, in all his arrogance, negging the shit out of you for as long as you’ve known him. Baiting you into seeking his approval, his attraction, when all he does behind your back is stare. You’d been wise to it from week one, but you hadn’t realised how bad he had it until you’d paid him to house-sit while you were on vacation with friends last year. When you’d come home to respectfully watered houseplants and a hamper full of underwear that weren’t crusted with cum and shamefully shoved to the bottom of the basket when you’d left it.

You’ve known as long as he has that he’s wanted you, but its just too fun, watching him make a fool of himself while he’s trying to bait you into throwing yourself at him.

It’s the little things that beckon your attention, and he probably hates that. The sincerity and care that creep out of the cracks when his apprentices arrive in a less than stellar mood. The underlying consideration he puts into not giving a shit about you. He’d never buy you dinner, no fucking way, but he sure has a running list of all your favourite foods specifically so he can have you pressure him into sharing a cold mouthful after an unnecessarily long monologue about fending for yourself.

He broke first. You knew he would. Finally, after all this time gloating about girlfriends that don’t exist and shoving unwarranted dating advice at you, he gave in. At the most boring moment too — not even during a fight or while one of you were inconsolably crying. You’d just gotten too close on your way past when you were leaving the agency for the day, and he just broke.

It must be a blow, after all that work he put into the facade. You’d heard the resigned sound in his throat when he’d rounded on you, hands finding your shoulders, kissing you open-mouthed before you’d even had a chance to kiss back. It just wouldn’t be like him to let that image slide.

He’s bolstering his ego with all this dominance, and you’re happy to let him. If you’re honest, you kind of like it; letting him believe he’s fooling you. He’s taking charge, but the power’s all yours. It’s your decision to call him out whenever you like, and if he wants to spend the first shot he’s had at you lying, it feels only reasonable to make him work for it.

You give him nothing. A blank canvas to project onto and a tongue in his mouth in lieu of something he might be able to hold against you later.

It's perfect. He pulls back, delighted.

“God, I knew it. You don’t even try to hide it.” Reigen mutters, frantically tugging at buttons and fabric to shift his attention to your chest. The kisses he smears on your clavicle, your sternum, over the swell of your tits, are hurried and sloppy, already not quite living up to how cool he’s trying to play this. “I bet you’re already ready for it.”

Bad performer’s trick: rush you through to the sex so you never have to find out he’s terrible at foreplay. Or, maybe he’s concerned he can’t hold his nut long enough.

God, he must be terrified beneath that facade.

You just have to fuck him.

You reach down, fumbling with his belt, and he gasps, at least before he squashes the sound into an elated little laugh. “You don’t have to go so fast.”

And there’s the gaslighting.

You don’t slow, but he’s parted from you enough to give you the space to do what you need to do, unbuckling and unbuttoning and unzipping, all while keeping your eyes on his. You watch his expression cloud with something little less controlled. More sincere. Boyish. Then, you take your hands away, and his throat bobs. Nervous. He’s sweet, under it all. And so, so scared of showing it.

It’s a shame.

Maybe if you do this a few more times you could coax it out of him.

“You’re not gonna make me beg, are you Arataka?” You purr, watching a bead of sweat form and slip on his brow in the time it takes for you to be forward enough to call him by his first name. “After keeping me waiting this long?”

“H-how long?” Reigen chokes, barely audible. Then, he clears his throat. A second try, peppered with a cocky little smile. “How long.” He dips his face back into the crook of your neck, resuming his assault, picking a wise time to hide his face.

Your hand slips down the front of his pants, palming him through the fabric of his underwear, and his whole body jolts. “You tell me.”

It’s like he can’t get close enough, anchoring himself to you. He fumbles to reach you the same way, but the position is already awkward standing this close. Momentarily, he’s at your mercy. “I don’t know. A little above average? I’m not the kind of insecure guy who needs to brag about that kind of thing.”

He’s so full of shit.

You guide his cock out of his underwear. Nothing to be very impressed by. Below average, if you’re honest. Not particularly girthy, either, but there’s a pleasant upward bend you’re sure you could have fun with. A slick pearl of pre-cum forms on the slit when your thumb traces up his already tugging foreskin. He was ready to go before you even started touching him.

Who are you to deny yourself the enjoyment of watching him embarrass himself?

You take his hand, and he watches, transfixed as you spit into his palm before turning yourself to face the wall.

“That’s-...really gross. You should probably ask people before you do that sort of thing.” There’s a shudder in his voice as he chides you. A slick sound and a hollow inhale as he works your saliva over his cock. You ignore him. The quaver in his breath gives his excitement away, and you help shove down your pants just enough to grant him access.

Reigen struggles, of course he struggles to line himself up at first. He takes a moment to tilt his hips the right way, to tug at yours. When he sinks into you, it’s all the way, fingers bunching your shirt to push just a little further. Just to make a point of it.

He pauses like that, holding his breath, one hand cupped over his mouth as he cranes over your shoulder. Savouring the feeling as much as you are, you assume — at least before you feel his cock throb inside you, and his whole body goes stiff. A choked gasp almost makes it past Reigen’s palm, diaphragm quaking against your back.

He’s absolutely coming, and if you weren’t too proud you’d admit, the angle of his acceptable cock throbbing against one particular bundle of nerves almost has you dizzy yourself. Utter fluke. It has to be.

Reigen’s body slackens a little. The orgasm passes. In your periphery, just over your shoulder, he looks downright horrified.

“Did you just-“

“What? No.”

The mask is back on in an instant. Reigen’s hand joins the other at your hips. He pulls out halfway. Sinks back in. The slide is thick. Gathering around your entrance, smearing the crux of your thighs. God, even his balls are wet against your ass. Just how much did he nut?

It’s -…kind of hot.

“Are you used to your partners not lasting?” He asks. You look down, tempted to see if he’s managed to make a mess of your underwear, and the bastard’s fingers snap to your jaw, angling your face back up for a kiss. He’s desperate for you not to know. Fine. You’ll play along. “Eyes up.” He breathes against your lips, punctuating with a thrust before he settles into a rhythm in you. It’s adorable, the dominant act. You can’t wait to smush him like a bug. “I asked you a question.”

“Arataka.” You attempt, shocked to find yourself choking on the word as he keeps going, wise enough to know not to stray once he’s found a spot that you respond well to. “Fuck, I-“

“It’s okay, I know.”

Something awful and delicious shakes through you. That shouldn’t have had such an effect on you as it does. What’s this guy’s deal?

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t have a damn clue. But he really goes the extra mile to convince you otherwise.

“You should — touch yourself.” Reigen grunts into your hair. “I don’t plan on finishing until you do.”

You wonder if that’s Reigen-talk for ’oh fuck I’m gonna blow again’. You wonder if you should take your time, just so you can find out.

Oh, but why would you ruin his good time? It doesn’t help that the idea of coming with him in you is a pretty enough thought that you’re doing what he tells you.

With only one free arm to cushion you against the wall while Reigen ruts into you, you manage to find enough space for the other to see to your own needs.

It’s humiliating, the sound that escapes you when your touch compliments his own. He must feel the same way when his breath hitches in-kind, groaning at the feeling of your own pleasure clenching around his cock.

“Keep talking.” You manage, burying your own face into the back of your hand. He’s too close. He’ll hear how much you’re actually enjoying this. He’ll see it on your face. “Keep talking to me, Arataka.”

“Fuck—“

Oh, of course he liked hearing that.

“I — I can’t —“ His words diminish to a whisper you’re not even sure you were supposed to hear. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do  all this to you.”

You can’t, either. And yet, here you are. Raising onto your tippy-toes, rolling your hips back to angle him deeper as if his balls aren’t already swiping you with each thrust. Big mistake, you realise. His cock drags against something that has you shuddering, hurtling toward your own end. There’s no helping it. No helping you. Not when Reigen’s arm coils around your waist, pulling you so close that you can’t chase his movements anymore. The other locks over your chest in a desperate embrace. He’s barely pulling out before he’s ramming back into you now, nearly folded over you at this point. Something drapes against your shoulder, and god help you, you surrender your bracing arm to grab at it, letting your face squish against the wall without anything to cushion it.

Your fingers wrap tight around that stupid tie, keeping his chin hooked over your shoulder. A yelp slips out of him. A new pitch. Your core burns from the awkward posture, from exertion, from the delight of having him come so undone by you despite all his efforts.

It’s —

“I’m close.” You pant. “I’m close — I”m so close—“

His grip on you is suffocating. Fingers wrench at your shirt.

Reigen lets out something akin to a sob. “God, please — I’m so fucking crazy about you. Please, come, please, please—“

It hits you without mercy, tearing through you with a helpless whine. Were it not for being sandwiched right now, your trembling legs would give out beneath you. Instead, you’re held in place by Reigen’s desperate little ruts, unwittingly drawing your orgasm out each time his cock hits that spot again, muscles chasing the motions. Constricting around him, spurring him on.

You’re shaking when it passes, paled thoughts only brought back to coherency by the increasing pitch of Reigen’s breaths. Mouthed words evolve into a barely comprehensible muttering of ’oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit—‘ before he’s finally aware he has the green light.

“Where?” He pants, “Where do you want it? Can I finish inside?”

Is this guy for real?

You can’t even form a response. You’re too busy drooling against the wall, face smearing against the wet spot with every thrust.

Reigen seems to take no news as good news. As if he ever had a choice. The pitch in his breath reaches a crescendo, and with your last rational thought, your last ounce of strength, you yank his tie, hard. His posture curls around yours, clinging to you with a delectable sound. His cock throbs again, and your face squishes into the wall even more as Reigen’s own legs tremble, forcing him to brace his weight forward as he empties himself into you.

For a while, he catches his breath, still holding you to him. You feel his lips ghost over the back of your neck like he’s considering a kiss — but suddenly he finds it too bold a move. He shakily steps back, and all of a sudden he’s folded onto his knees with a tired grunt.

Left without your counterweight, you sink to the floor with him, leaving a snail-trail of saliva in your wake as you slide down the wall and settle down. Weakly, you flip onto your ass, still too dazed to bother with the clean-up just yet.

Across from you, Reigen gingerly feels through his jacket pocket. "Great. My pants are ruined. You wanna go halves at the coin laundry?" The sweat stains in his armpits almost reach his waist, and his business shirt is so damp it's near-translucent. He can’t take his eyes off the cum that seeps out of you, onto the floor.

“That was a lot.” He comments, clearing his throat. He finds that cigarette and tucks the box away without offering you one. “Wouldn’t be surprised if that was like, two loads worth.”

You squint at him. “Man, would you shut the fuck up?”

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[peachesofteal]

Alone

Chapter 1. Part eight of the Sassy series.

Simon Riley/female reader 2.1k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ Minors DNI (no smut but this fic has mature themes) PTSD, angst, brief reference to torture, relationship issues, soft dad Simon. You're empty handed and alone.

The sound of the second hand clicks repeatedly in the silence of the room, the tick- tick- tick- filling the dead air as you blink at the woman who sits in an armchair diagonally across from you, leather bound notebook spread open on her knee, fancy pen relaxed in her grip.

“And how have you been sleeping?”

“Fine.” You answer, and she gives you a raised eyebrow in response. You’re still uncomfortable in this room, this chair, this situation, but it’s begun to feel more routine now, although no less invasive. It always feels like she’s got you under a microscope, the pen digging around in your brain, rifling through the images of your nightmares and sweat soaked sheets, the terror from your dreams hard to distinguish from the reality of your memories.  

“How about your son? How old is he again?” The mention of Theo distracts you and makes your heart feel warm, the image of his smiling, giggling face pulling your own lips at the corners.

“He’s a happy, perfect little boy. Just turned four.” The doctor scribbles something down, and you shift in your seat. “Starts primary school next year.”

“Is he in nursery school?” Nursery school. You always forgot they don’t call it pre-k here.

“He is, yes. Loves it. Makes friends easily.”

“Any changes to his mood or behaviors?”

“No. I mean he has his outbursts. Tantrums, but it’s all normal kid stuff.” Silence falls over the office again. The minute hand moves like molasses towards your goal, three in the afternoon, and you casually sneak a glance at your watch, hoping maybe the office clock is slow.

“We still have ten minutes, Mrs. Riley, unless you want to call it here?” Shit. You grimace apologetically, trying to shrug it off.

“Sorry, I just ah… forgot I have to pick something up down the street, before I grab Theo from school.” You lie without a batting an eye and watch as she scribbles something else into her notebook.

“Very well. We can add the extra time on next week, if you’d like?” No. 

“Sure, that’d be great. Thank you.”

You stand with your hands shoved in your pockets, toeing a crack in the sidewalk while you wait for the front doors to burst open with excited faces, when kids will sprint headfirst into the arms of their caregivers, parents, nannies, or whoever.

Step on a crack. 

Your phone buzzes with a text message, the second one from the restricted number to come through in the last hour. You ignore it.

Break your mother’s back. 

“Mum!” Theo’s squeal breaks through the haze of the afternoon, and you look up to see him skipping down the stairs, carefully, before breaking into a run, little red backpack bouncing behind him.

“Bug!” you settle on a knee, arms open to give him a hug. His heart beats like a hummingbird in your embrace before he pulls away, babbling a mile a minute, enthusiasm spilling over about the singing rhyme they learned today.

“head, sh-woulders… knees an’ and toes!” He shrieks, stomping his feet with glee. You curl your hand around his for the walk home, and he chatters up to you, announcing the timeline of his day and casually calling out the colors and sizes of things that you pass. You press him into your hip on the far side, away from the road, casually scanning the street with every glance. Every face, every set of eyes that looks up or over at the two of you has your own narrowing, your fingers itching, your brain calculating. You tally every vehicle, count every body, all while keeping Theo’s little hand firmly in yours and nodding along to the story he’s telling you about his favorite activity from this afternoon. A block over, a man is yelling on the other side of the street into a cellphone, and a car is idling on the right. A woman hurries by the two of you with her head down, and a group of older kids from school are laughing and joking around where they’re huddled on the sidewalk ahead.

The world shudders and shakes around you, your vision vibrating around the edges for a moment before your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you release the breath you’ve been holding through your nose.

“Mum?” Theo tugs. You blink, and then smooth a palm over his head.

“Sorry baby. What do you want for dinner?”

You’re mid dinner cleanup when the doorbell rings, and you press your fingernails into your palms.

“DAD!” Theo screams, and sprints to the door in his socks, feet slipping against the polished wood floor.

“Hey, don’t run in the house!” You yell after him, but it’s no use. There’d need to be an earthquake to keep him from his dad at this point. He stands on his tip toes, trying to reach the door handle, and you lean over him to help, twisting the knob and pulling it wide.

“DADDY!” he screams, again.

“There’s my big lad.” Simon chuckles, and he bends down as he pulls the balaclava off, wrapping a giant arm around your baby’s back and pulling him up into his arms. Simon buries his face against Theo’s, eyes slamming shut as soon as he makes contact. He doesn’t move from the doorway, just stands there, holding his son as tightly as he can without hurting him. When he relaxes a bit, Theo wraps his arms around his dad’s neck, laying his head down onto his shoulder. Sweet, angel boy, you think as you watch the two of them.

“Hey, Sass.” Simon clears his throat, and you give him a nod, fingers tightly interlocked with one another.

“Hey.” You mutter. He closes the door, checking the lock while still holding Theo to his body, strong hand pressed to his back. Theo pushes against his chest, hand coming up to pat his cheek gently, face full of love and wonder as he stares up at his dad. You draw a deep breath and hold it for a long few seconds before releasing. “Theo, it’s going to be bedtime soon but there’s time for a book, if you want?”

“Daddy can read me a story?” Theo asks, eyes wide and hopeful. Simon places the boy on his feet, and you bend to brush some wispy bangs out of his face and give him a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah baby. Daddy can read to you tonight.”

“Say goodnight to mum.” Simon instructs, and Theo wraps himself around your leg while you press another kiss to his forehead, an extra for good measure.

“Night, baby. I love you.”

“Luh you.” He says, but he’s already pulling away, a hand outstretched towards where Simon stands a few feet away, studying a blank spot on the floor. Theo latches onto him, trying to drag him down the hall and up to his room, stumbling over words trying to fill his dad in on everything he’s been doing. Simon gives him soft replies, the deep gravel of his voice drifting up the stairs as they creak under his feet. You disappear back into the kitchen, lungs burning with the new breath that you’re holding, and your hands find the soapy water of the sink again, dipping beneath the surface for the sponge, scrubbing and scraping the pot that you used earlier clean, over and over until the stainless gleams and your fingers start to prune.

“I want you to talk to me.” Simon pleads, a hand on the edge of the doorframe. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Si. I’m tired.” Your voice is low, a whispered attempt to avoid waking Theo. He looks over your shoulder to where the guest bed sits, before he finds your eyes again. 

“Please. Come to bed. Our bed.” You shake your head back and forth violently, and his hand reaches out for you. “Let me hold you, please Sass, I-"

“Stop it.” You hiss.  

You scrub the pot a little harder, the steel wool biting into the skin of your hand.

“You know what happens next, right?” The man smiles in your face, dirty teeth and bad breath nearly making you gag. He holds your head up by your hair, your scalp screaming when he tightens his fist. The blood crusted knife in his left-hand glints underneath the single, dim light that hangs from the ceiling. You close your eyes. 

Your skin is soft from the water in the sink, and the wool digs deeper, metal scraping against metal the only sound outside of your labored breathing. The pot is perfect and shiny now, restored to its former glory, but you don't stop. 

“I don’t want this.” He says, following you down the hall. You laugh bitterly. 

“It’s always about what you want, isn’t it.” You spit in response, and he pulls up short, steps faltering to a stop behind you. He says something softly, something under his breath that you can’t make out before you duck into Theo’s room, emptying the dirty laundry bin into your basket. A sob tries to force itself through your mouth, the pressure in your body nearly erupting when you cover your mouth with your palm and scream. 

The wool grates against your fingers uncomfortably, pulling you out from your own mind. You busy yourself with mindless things, putting the plates away and loading the drying rack, folding the dish towels and wiping down the stove. All meaningless tasks serving as a distraction, anything to take your mind off the fact that Simon is upstairs right now, probably holding Theo in his arms, kissing him goodnight and telling him how much he loves him. Your chest aches, and you force the mental images to disappear.

You’re still in the kitchen when you hear him on the steps nearly an hour later, and your throat goes dry when you feel him on the edge of the room. You don’t have to turn to know he’s there, the electricity in the house shifting across the two of you, an impossible tether that crackles and sparks every time without fail.

“Went down fine.” He says from behind you.

“Thanks.” You swallow.

“You didn’t answer your phone.” Your shoulders immediately tense, muscles stringing taut as you turn to face him, before you force yourself into a relaxed position, palms pressing against where your back leans on the counter.

“I was busy.”

“You need to answer your phone.”

“I’m not a dog. I don’t come when called.” You snap. “I don’t have to do anything.” He takes a half step into the kitchen, eyes dark and pointed, burning down into you.

“Sass.” His voice is low, a warning. You know the tone; you’ve heard it dozens of times before. You scoff and twist back around, mindlessly reaching for a glass, a dishtowel, anything to distract you. “Sass.” He says again. “It’s hard to co parent if you don’t answer the phone.” You bite down into your cheek until pain blooms across your mouth. You want to scream, want to turn around and throw the glass across the room, shatter it next to his head. Instead, you take a very deep breath and count to ten.

“He misses you.” You change the subject. Your voice is hushed, like you’re telling a secret, like you’re saying something the two of you don’t already know. What you don’t say lingers in the air between the two of you, untouched.

“I know.” Is all he gives you in response, and you say nothing, the silence settling over the two of you for what must be hours. He sighs, long and loud, and then turns to leave without another word. Something simmers beneath your ribs, beneath the scar on your side, beneath your heart. A million emotions pinch across your skin, drawing goosebumps to the surface and you shove it all down, packing it away where it doesn’t exist anymore. You whirl and step out of the kitchen, putting yourself just a few steps behind where he makes his retreat, shoulder blades shifting beneath his shirt when he pulls the balaclava over his face. When his hand finds the doorknob, he half turns back to you, the thoughts flickering across his eyes unknown and alien, a concept that once felt like an impossibility.

“Goodnight, Sass.” He says lowly, and you nod.

“Goodnight.” You whisper.

The gleam of his wedding ring mocks you as he shuts the door behind him, the click of a key in the lock echoing inside your empty house, where you stand in your living room, empty handed and alone.

#sassy series #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #female reader #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost cod #cod mwii #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mw22 fanfiction #peaches writes #simon riley x female reader

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A Bit of Aid

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Halsin/Female Reader

Warnings: smut, masturbation, vaginal fingering, praise, bad puns, Astarion being a little shit

Summary: A friend offers you some help.

Notes: This is going to be a PROPER ONE SHOT. (I'm telling this mostly to myself. *wags finger at my own brain*)

Anyway, I've had this mental image in my head for like two weeks and had to get it out. I hope you enjoy <3

Read on Ao3 here!

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You lean back against the tree, your face scrunched in frustration. The cool night breeze brushes over the beads of sweat at your hairline, on your neck, making you shiver softly. You pull your hand out of your pants, wiping your fingers in the grass and muttering a very heartfelt, “Fuck,” under your breath. 

It’s been a week and a half since you escaped the nautoloid, waking up with an unwanted passenger behind your eye. 

A week and half, and you’ve built up a group of similarly afflicted people, and a druid you saved from a goblin camp. 

A group of very attractive people.

Now, you were far from a prude, but being surrounded by some of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen in your life is intimidating. Especially when you’ve always felt yourself as being painfully middle-of-the-road. 

And being surrounded by the most attractive people you’ve ever seen in your life is making your active libido scream at you. 

Back home in Baldur’s Gate, before you were snatched up into literal hell, you’d always get yourself off at the very least a few times a week. It was good for your mood and body alike. 

But that was when you were in the quiet safety of your own home. Trying to touch yourself while you’re in a thin-walled tent while those gorgeous people sleep mere feet away is too nerve-wracking to contemplate. 

And so, you’d decided to sneak away for some well earned alone time. Once everyone but Halsin (who volunteered for first watch) had gone to bed, you snuck out of camp and trekked probably half a mile into the forest. After making sure you were alone, you’d sat down at the base of a tree, loosened your belt, unlaced your pants, and shoved your hand into your smalls. 

Almost an hour later, you give up. It turns out that stressing out over the very real possibility of sloughing off your current form to become part of a tentacled hive mind, nearly dying several times at the hands of goblins, and are now facing a trip down into the Underdark, doesn’t make for an easy time getting off. 

Who knew?

And so you sit there against the tree, deciding to wait out the arousal swirling in your gut, to wait out the rather insistent throbbing in your clit, and once you were back to your default state to just go to bed. You exhale through your nose in annoyance, wanting nothing more than to feel that sweet, beautiful-

“Ah, there you are.” 

Your eyes shoot open in terror. You hear Halsin’s voice, his footsteps approaching through the trees, and you scramble to do up your belt at least, so he doesn’t suspect. 

He steps around the tree just as your hands leave your belt, and he quirks an eyebrow down at your red-face, at the way you’re not quite meeting his eyes. “Are you well? You didn’t come back to camp after you left, so I got worried.” 

“O-Oh, no, I’m fine, Halsin,” you stammer, trying your best to give him a friendly smile. “I couldn’t sleep, so I came out to…think.” 

“To think.” He tilts his head a little. “I understand the appeal of having a private spot, but the middle of the night in these woods is more dangerous than you’d suspect.” 

You give a weak smile. “Yeah…sorry for worrying you.” 

Mortified at what he almost caught you doing, you move to stand. But when he crouches before you, smiling in his normal, friendly way… “Would you like some help?” 

You freeze, your eyes locking onto his bright hazel gaze in shock. Did he just…? “Um. What…do you mean? Help with what, standing up? I got it, I promise.” 

He chuckles. “No, no. I mean, help with reaching orgasm.”

You pray that the ground opens you up and swallows you whole. 

“I…” You clear your throat so that more comes out than just a squeak. “W-Why would you…think that I…I wasn’t…” 

His expression is soft, kind. You’re pretty sure that only makes it worse. “Be at ease. There is no shame in desire. For most people, it’s as natural as hunger, as thirst. And there’s no shame in accepting a helping hand…or two. After everything you’ve been through so far, it’s no surprise you’re having trouble on your own.”

Against your will, your eyes flit down to his hands. Thick fingers are laced together between his bent knees as he squats before you, and the thought of what they could do on your flesh makes the hair raise on the back of your neck. You’re suddenly hyper aware of your own body, every inch of skin sensitive. 

“And if you’re worried that I’ll be offended if you say no, you needn’t be.” You look back up at his face in surprise. He gives you a serious look. “I would never touch you without your permission. If you don’t wish my help, say the word and I’ll head back to camp.” 

His words go a long way to reassuring you, and you take a moment to really think about it. It’s been so long since you last had anyone to share an intimate moment with, and you could easily die at any moment. Why shouldn’t you indulge in this man who seems more than willing to help you out? 

You lick your lips. Nerves race through your gut, along with your growing arousal, but you meet Halsin’s eyes. You mean to say something like yes or all right then or hell yes let’s wake up the camp with my screaming, but instead all that comes out is a whispered, “Please…” 

His lips quirk up, his eyes darken even as they flash in delight. “Hm. Please what?” 

His voice has lowered, his customary rumble more pronounced. Your mouth goes dry. “Please…I’d like your help,” you respond. 

“Gladly,” he all but purrs. “Let’s get comfortable then.” He has you move over, and as you shift he pulls his leather vest off. You inhale sharply, your eyes darting over his torso. His shoulder muscles ripple as he lowers himself to sit down with his own back against the tree now. 

What really surprises you though is his body hair. Elves as a whole don’t tend to have hair at all below their heads, but Halsin…his forearms are thick with it, his chest sports a nice patch, and there’s a tantalizing line running from his navel to below his belt. “Gods, you’re gorgeous,” you breathe. 

He chuckles softly. “I’m flattered you think so.” He reaches out a hand to you. “Now, come here to me.” 

Anticipation roils in your gut. You take his hand, warm and calloused and huge. He tugs you over, helping you sit down on his lap, and you gasp as you feel a half-formed erection press against your ass. He rumbles in enjoyment at the sudden friction, tugging you firmly by the hips so that your back is flat against his chest. His cheek presses to yours on your right sight, and his voice vibrates into you, along your back and into your jaw. 

“We’re going to adjust your clothing now. Pull your pants and smalls down for me, hm?” 

His tone is soft and gently encouraging, almost casual, as though he’s teaching you a new skill. It makes you feel desperate to obey. You wriggle your pants and smalls all the way off in your eagerness, which makes him chuckle. His left hand pats your thigh, sending prickles over your flesh. “Lift.” You do, your toes balanced on his knee. He slips that arm under your leg. “Lower, and tuck the toes of both your feet under my knees.” 

You swallow hard at how open this leaves you for him. His thumb caresses your inner thigh almost fondly, which has you breaking out into sensitive shivers. You feel his cheek shift as he smiles. 

“That’s it. Now, pull the hem of your shirt up over your breasts.” 

You do so, taking your bra with it. Your shirt bunches up to your mid-back, and you can feel his belly hair on your skin.

“Mmm, you’re lovely,” he purrs, nuzzling his cheek with yours. His thumb suddenly traces the curve of your breast before his hand cups under it, giving you a soft squeeze, and you shudder hard on his lap and whine his name. “My, my, you are eager aren’t you?” 

He feels your face heat against his cheek. “S-Sorry…it’s been a while,” you whisper.

“Trust me, sweetling, that was not a complaint,” he replies, giving you another soft nuzzle. “I like it. Your desire is as beautiful as you are…” 

He turns his head toward you, and he presses his lips to the side of your neck at the same time the pads of the fingers of his left hand suddenly press between your legs. You gasp loudly, your hips bucking at the touch. “Easy,” he murmurs soothingly against your skin, waiting until you settle. 

You can’t believe how quickly he’s already gotten you dripping. You’ve barely been on his lap a minute, and you’re already desperately turned on. 

His fingers move again, his index and middle fingers parted and rubbing slowly up and down your outer lips. “Fuck,” you gasp out, and he chuckles softly.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had such a mouth on you,” he teases gently. 

You want to say something clever, something that’ll make him laugh that low, sexy laugh again, maybe even something that’ll have his cock twitching in his pants. But words are a bit beyond you right now, and so you very eloquently say, “Hnng.” 

You feel his jaw shift, as though he was going to speak, but he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers make another pass, nice and slow, up and down your outer lips, before gently parting you open. The cool air of the forest on your overheated, slick core has you stifling another curse under your breath. 

His index finger swipes through your slick as the other hand suddenly gives a pinch to your already hardened nipple, and you have to turn your head to stifle a cry into his neck. “Shh, sweetling, I know,” he murmurs, as though he weren’t the one making you lose your mind. He’s so warm behind you, and he smells so good, like the woods and clean sweat. 

He rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger, all the while slowly, slowly dragging his touch through your dripping folds. You can feel your heartbeat in your clit. 

“You feel so good,” he rasps as he builds your desire. “So warm and wet for me…One day soon, I would like to take you properly, to feel all this around my cock.” As he finishes his words, the middle finger of his left hand slides slowly into you. You inhale sharply, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head at how good it feels to have someone else’s touch inside you. His finger is thick, nearly twice as wide as your own, and the feel of it makes your hips buck. 

He chuckles softly. “I know, sweetling,” he soothes, pressing a line of gentle kisses up the column of your throat. His right hand gives a soft tug to your nipple, before reaching across your chest to give the other the same treatment. The finger that’s inside you starts to move, gently pumping in and out of you, dragging against your walls…

Curses fall from your lips, muffled into the spot where his throat meets his jawline. You can feel him grin, glad to know that he’s doing a good job.

His right hand leaves your breast, tracing calloused fingertips down over your belly. You shiver hard, wrapping your hand around his bicep as you realize where he’s headed. His fingers slip through the soft hair at the apex of your thighs, down over your mound to your leaking slit. 

The first touch to your clit makes you hiss, and he eases up on his touch, brushing a kiss over your cheek in apology for being too harsh. He gently pets at you, testing, watching your reactions carefully to learn what touches are the best, what gives you the most pleasure. But once he figures it out…

“There we go,” he growls as you moan into his skin, unable to stop the sound that rips from your throat as he works you perfectly. His fingers slide wetly over your engorged clit just the way you like, his other hand pumps two fingers now into your drenched hole, rolling them to hit every sensitive spot you’ve got. You shudder and writhe on his lap, feeling yourself begin to sweat. 

You also feel his cock, fully hard now against your ass. He’s rumbling out soft groans next to your ear as your motions rub yourself on him. “P-Please…please, i-if you want, fuck me now,” you gasp out. 

You feel him growl at your words, and his fingers speed up their pace. “No, not now.” He nips at your ear gently. “Tonight is about you. Besides, I know in my heart if I have you now, your sweet body will be the only thing on my mind. I’ll want to do nothing more than take you, day and night…and we have too much to do for that, I’m afraid.” 

You make some sort of choking/wheezing sound in the back of your throat. You’re pretty sure that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to you. Your soaked walls clench around his fingers, and he growls again at the feeling. “F-Fuck, you…you can’t just say something like that and then deny me!” you gasp out. 

He chuckles, low and dark. “Apologies, sweetling. One day soon I’ll more than make it up to you. We shall be testing the limits of your stamina…but for now…” 

His fingers speed up, rubbing rapidly over your clit. He adds a third finger, stretching you wide around his massive digits, and you shriek his name. Almost as soon as the sound starts to leave your throat, he turns his head and kisses you deeply, muffling your noise. His tongue plunges into your mouth, tasting of the remnants of supper and something uniquely him, and you eagerly twine your tongue with his. 

You feel it, then, the sudden swoop in your lower belly. Your eyes snap open at the same time he feels your walls begin to flutter around his fingers. Your eyes meet his, those intense hazel orbs sharpening. He pulls away from your mouth, grinning in triumph. “There we go, that’s right…come for me!” 

You throw your head back on his shoulder as your pleasure builds and builds, your hips bucking into his hands. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as, somehow, he speeds up even more, his fingers pounding into your cunt. He growls your name, you choke out his-

-and you nearly arch completely off of him as you explode. You howl your pleasure to the night air, lost completely to the torrent of fire and lightning rushing through your nerves. You barely hear Halsin, whispering encouragements and praise by your ear as he works you through it. “That’s it, sweetling, that’s it, soak my fingers. Oakfather preserve me, you feel so fucking good gripping me like that…” 

So lost you are in the throws of your orgasm you don’t see his eyes flash gold a couple times before he gets himself under control. You just writhe in the circle of his arms as he works you through it. 

When your movements begin to slow, so do his. He floats you gently down, down from the high he’d sent you soaring to just a few moments ago. You shudder and slump against him as he pulls his fingers from you, gasping for breath and shivering as the cool night air caresses over your sweaty skin. 

You hear him grunt suddenly, and you peel your eyes open just in time to watch him begin to lick your juices from his skin. You inhale sharply, your inner walls clenching hard around nothing at the sight of his tongue lapping you from his fingers. You watch, slack-jawed, as he licks every trace of you from his hand, and once he was done he smacks his lips. “You’re delicious,” he purrs, pressing his forehead to yours. “Next time you’d like help, I think I’ll take you apart on my tongue instead.” 

You shudder at his words, thinking about what he could do with that mouth. “K-Keep talking like that and I’ll be ready for round two right now.” 

He chuckles softly, brushing a kiss to your cheek. “Much as I would love to give you another one, we should get you to bed. We depart for the Underdark in the morning-you must get some rest.” He helps you to stand, then from a pocket in his trousers he pulls out a clean rag. 

You blink in surprise as he wipes at you gently, careful not to overstimulate you. “You…brought that with you? How did you know I’d say yes?” you ask, your thighs shaking a bit as he cleans you. 

“I didn’t.” He grins up at you, on his knees before your gently trembling body. “But in my years, I’ve learned that always coming prepared saves a lot of uncomfortable walks.” 

You snort, stifling giggles into your hand as he helps you into your smalls and pants. It’s quiet then as his fingers do up your laces, and then your belt. He gently pulls your shirt back down, tugging it into place, before he smiles softly to you. “If you ever need my help again, don’t hesitate to ask.” 

“Thank you. And I’m sorry for tomorrow morning, when I’ll inevitably be embarrassed that it happened at all,” you say with a soft grin. 

He can’t help but laugh, leaning down and brushing a fond kiss over your forehead. “I hope one day you’ll unlearn the shame. Now, let’s get back to camp.” He sweeps his hand back towards where the rest of your companions are hopefully still slumbering. 

You both walk in silence for a little while, before you pipe up. “Earlier, a little bit before I…finished, I could have sworn you were about to say something.” 

“Hm? Oh, that.” He grins, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’d uh…been having trouble talking through the pleasure. I was going to tease you a little, but the joke I’d settled on may have distracted you from my touch, so I kept it to myself.” 

“Oh?” You couldn’t help the curious, amused look up at him. “What were you going to say?” 

He sighs, looking embarrassed at himself now. “I was going to ask, ‘bear got your tongue’?”

You have to stop to lean against a tree, you're laughing so hard. He huffs at you, but he’s smiling, unable to find it in himself to be upset. You both bicker like old friends as you return to camp, no awkwardness at all between you. 

Of course, when you get back to camp and Astarion is sitting at the fire, obviously waiting for you both, you immediately blush as the vampire smirks knowingly. “Really, Halsin, you were supposed to be on first watch. I didn’t expect dereliction of duty from you.” He stands, languid grace incarnate, and starts to walk back to his tent. “Good thing I was awoken from my trance when something screamed out in the woods. Goodness knows what could have attacked us in our sleep!” 

He sounds of nothing but pure, pleased mischief. You’re left practically steaming in embarrassment, and before Halsin can say anything, you scuttle to your tent and tie yourself in. The huge druid sighs, shaking his head, but he can’t quite get rid of the fond smile on his lips as he settles back in for the rest of his watch. 

#baldur's gate 3 #halsin #halsin silverbough #halsin x reader #my writing

[slashv1xen]

Hi! I wonder, how will Otis comfort his crying s/o?

AH I MISSED YOUR REQUESTS TYY FOR THIS I LOVE WRITING HURT/COMFORT

otis is NOT good at comforting at all. however he’ll try (in his own way). otis would unintentionally be offensive, but just know it’s just the way his personality is and he doesn’t mean it (and if you guys are really close, he’ll apologise for it).

he would hesitate to say anything and give you affection, but he would let you rant for HOURS (he rants all the time too, so he understands).

following off that, he makes a much better listener than comforter (ex. words of aff. or physical touch). i also think that he wouldn’t judge you for the reason you were balling your eyes out (unless it’s something small in his eyes, like you getting an injury he deems as “small”)

one shot 💗

you were on the bathroom floor, sobbing. you were in a depressive mood and you were experiencing body image issues. you tried holding in your cries as good as you could, but that attempt was futile as soft knocking was heard on the door.

“baby? what’s wrong?” otis’s voice was very gentle, which was surprising as this man was far from it.

you sniffled, wiping your tears from your face, and mustered with all your strength a reply. “it’s nothing, i’m okay.” you obviously weren’t as your voice broke halfway through that sentence, and otis heard it clear as day.

“can i come in?” he didn’t wait for an answer and pushed the door open slightly, his face falling a little when he saw you with your knees to your chest and your eyes bloodshot red.

now embarrassed, you looked away, avoiding eye contact. it didn’t help that otis just kinda stood there, taking in this sight. this was the first time he’d seen you in such a vulnerable state (or anyone for that matter), so he wasn’t sure how to help and comfort you.

he sighed and approached you, sitting down on the dirty floor in front of you. he gently lifted your head and inspected your face, his expression turning slightly sad. “darlin’, what’s got you so down?”

you were quiet, and didn’t want to say what got you feeling like this. you were quite shy now, and you would rather have him just forget about this moment. “it’s nothing.”

otis chuckled, oddly amused. “nothin’? honey it ain’t nothing if you cryin’ a damn ocean. now tell me what’s wrong so i can help you.” his intense eyes stared into yours, and you suddenly felt nervous.

“i’ve just been so insecure of my body lately, that’s all.” you looked down as you admitted this, not wanting to see his reaction.

otis however, was dumbfounded. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful person in the world, and you were crying because you didn’t feel that way?

he let out a short laugh out of surprise, and your head perked up. why was he laughing? “is that it?” otis started, looking slightly relieved but his eyes showed hints of annoyance. “oh, i thought it was something serious, like you hurt yourself bad.”

you didn’t appreciate this, he wasn’t taking your feelings serious. you felt your eyes water up again and otis must’ve seen this, because his face fell for the second time and his smile faded.

he cupped your face, and took a deep breath. it was obvious that whatever he was gonna say would take all his strength.

“i’m…shit…i’m sorry, alright? look, you don’t need to feel insecure okay? you’re so damn gorgeous, i was just shocked that you. didn’t feel like that. but listen, tell me as soon as you feel like this again, and i’ll make sure you will never even have a thought like that.” his voice was soft and kind.

you gave him a small smile and he began doing something very out of character for him. he peppered light kisses all over your face, and he traced all along you back. his touch soothed you, and both of you were now basking in the embrace of one another.

#devils rejects #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #3 from hell #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #headcannons #oneshot #otis is so fine #otis driftwood x reader

[pastel-omegas-blog]

oH- shit ye ye i remember him getting mc that red meat and it's nice that hybrid MC's family kinda cares for him and yeah bullying deffo sucks

Oh! And hmm let's say basically everyone that would go yandere for mc in the hybrid au went already...well yandere for him how would they show their jealous and how would they act?

Btw I'm June! If you remember me on Quotev lol ^^;;

Oh ~ time to introduce one of the love intrests. Ah sorry for not remembering

LEON

Jealous little fucker.

In school people think he's just helping the sheep so it's easy for him to be seen with mc without any backlash.

Infact if anything it boosts his popularity so he can easily get away with been loving to his love.

But because he has an image to uphold he can't just outright show his hatred for the person.

So he's just leaving his scent all over M/N, trying to keep him for extra study lessons. He's always trying to keep him to himself.

M/N is HIS.

And he's not sharing him with anyone! Still he's not going to be irrational and act out.

However, this doesn't stop him from spreading false rumours about a person, but if you know Leon by now this won't be enough for him.

No no no no~ if the Love interest is weaker than him in noble status and power he's getting rid of them.

Might even feed them to Mc if they irked him bad enough.

Will murder to get them out of his way and honestly him killing a rival or any other contender off is much merciful than if he keeps them alive.

The gods forbid he decides to toy with you alive.

Like his OG self, despite his kind facade he lacks morals, is not against hurting family members of theirs to prove a point.

But if they have a higher standing and are more power than him the lop bunny finds himself being obedient and threading carefully.

He hates it,but he knows when he has to bow his head.

If this happens to be the case well....

He's not against marking M/N. Filling him up with cute little kits.

Whether his little lamb wants it or not~

W...wait! Sir Evermore! S..stop please " M/N cried out as he was pushed down to cold tiled floor.

 His ears were pinned down as his e/c eyes widen in fear and confusion behind the locks of h/c hair hiding them.

 He didn't understand what was going on.

 One minute he was following Leon to the green house because the other had offered to help him with the flowers and the next the lop rabbit had pushed him down to the tiled ground once the doors were closed, unbuttoning his coat and trying to pull the fabric off the sheep hybrid.

 The wild look in his purple eyes reminded the h/c man of a rabid dog.

A Predator.

And he was prey.

 His mind went back to the red meat the blue haired omega had been feeding him.

 Was he going to be turned into red meat ?

 Had Leon grown tired of him already ?

 Was he that worthless now that he could only be served as food to predators ?

 His heart shattered at the thought as tears welled up in his eyes as he pathetically struggled against the larger omega.

 Did the other really not love him like he said he did ?

 A loud sob was ripped out of his plump lips as Leon pulled off the school coat revealing his body and most importantly his neck to the larger omega.

The sheep's kicking got more frantic, his mind going into flight mood, ignoring the cooing sounds of the larger omega trying to comfort him. Suddenly his senses where pushed into overdrive as his sensitive nose was forced to endure an onslaught of the larger omega's scent of strawberries and vanilla clogging his mind.

Cute~ " the rabbit hybrid purred out as he stared as the smaller man under him, enjoying the sounds of panic and confusion leaving his lips.

 He always like the dumbs ones.

Using the smaller omega's confused state to his advantage Leon adjusted his position, pushing a knee to spread the other's legs wool covered legs apart and holding his wrists to keep him in place, a slurred whine was what he got in response.

 Using his free hand Leon unbuttoned the other's collar, exposing the s/c man's pretty neck and scent patches around his scent glands blocking the sweet scent of warm  honey and ripe peaches ( the one that had been driving him crazy ever since he caught a whiff of it by an accident  ).

  Narrowing his eyes and clicking his tongue in annoyance, the rabbit hybrid used his free hand to peel away the offending material, letting out an animalistic growl as he basked in the sweetness of the other's scent.

Not wasting time the blue haired man lowered his face to the other's neck, licking the soft patch of skin, a soft groan leaving his lips at the sweet taste that coated his tongue, his cock getting hard and straining in his trousers at the moan that left the sheep's lips.

 He could ravage him later.

He paid no mind to his arousal focusing on the task he had at hand.

Using his free, Leon brushed away the hair covering his beautiful eyes " I'm sorry N/N..." the smaller omega still disoriented from the over flow of pheromones still somehow managed to perk up a bit at the nickname.

"... This is going to hurt a bit, but it's for the best ..... " The larger omega cooed out , opening his mouth to reveal tiny full fangs

The e/c man tried to make out the blurry images and the words he was hearing.

The functioning part of him didn't understand how Leon, a lop bunny-

A prey!

Could have so much power over him.

Prey was weak and couldn't fight back.

Then what was Leon-

" AH! " A high pitched pained scream forced it's way out of M/N's lungs, his body writhing around as he tried to push away the larger omega from him, but the rabbit wasn't budging.

The full ache of dull fangs digging into the soft flesh of his neck, he could feel the warm blood spilling down his neck, the hot white pain making tears run down his cheeks as blubbering nonsense left his lips.

Leon simply held him down as he forced his fangs to go through faster, hating how he was causing his lamb pain, but after a few more agonizing seconds it went through.

The mating mark was done.

Leon pulled away, ruby red droplets spilling down his chin as a few smeared across his thin peach lips. Purple eyes stared at the pretty bleeding mess underneath him.

His soft whimpers, his soft fuzzy ears pinned to the side of his face, his small brown horns shining in the gleam of the setting sun,his pearl like tears, the small droplets of blood spilling out of the two puncture wounds on his neck his scent had already started mingling with how own in a sweet scenting symphony.

He was his.

M/N was his now!

A crazed laugh left the rabbit's lips as the realization set in.

" Your mine now. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine ​​Mine . Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!   Now does bastards can't take you away from me " he said, licking away the blood coated around his lips, the taste making his heart hammer away in his chest.

It took a while for his high to calm down, but when it did Leon finally regained himself.

Acting like a barbarian was unbecoming of a student council member like him. Taking a deep breath the larger omega gently picked up his mate, the poor man had passed out, but Leon didn't mind.

He would heal his cute little omega all up~

Evian

Say hello to a new love intrest.

Evian von Merridew 

Even though this world has majority of the population being hybrids there are still other mythical beings, like Orcs, elves, goblin, dragons etc. The dragons and other full monster species that have a humanoid forms.

Evian is one of these species, a siren to be more specific.

SIREN~ ( this is my own explanation for the creatures in my universe )

They are all extraordinarily beautiful and have varying body build, but the most common are, mesomorph, Tall, slender, hourglass and muscular. ' chubby sirens are of course seen, but because of their species beauty standards they try to starve them selves to 'fit in' which is wrong, but sadly not enough light is being put on the matter. With their extraordinary beauty, being prideful is a normal thing and are viewed by society as the, epitome of beauty, along with some hybrid species, Vampires, elves, fairies, succubi  and other mythics, some hybrids also fall into this category.

Leon's beauty is on par with Evian

They have feline like eyes almost seem to glow in the day time which is more noticable in the dark and like the old tales humans used to tell in days of old, they have beautiful enchanting voices that lure others into a state of hypnosis, the older the siren the more experienced they are in using their voice to get what they want, but laws prevent them from doing as they please as abusing their power can get them punished. They have mild regeneration abilities and can heal small cuts and broken bones fairly quickly, but loss of a limb or an organ will not be replaced ( They can with the help of månå infused surgery ) and enhanced strength ( can lift things twice their body size, this can grow if the individual decides to hone and train themselves on it ). They age slowly as well and once they reach a certain age they stop physically ageing and can keep living  for over millenniums , the oldest age a siren has ever reached is currently unknown to other species.

They have three forms of physical transformation transformation

The first is their 'Marrow' form   

This is just a human form,  but their scales can still be seen on the side of their necks, arms and thighs. Their canine tooth are fang like and their finger nails are like claws and the tips of their ears are pointed like that of elves. They are most commonly seen in this form.

Have excellent vision great sense of smell, enhanced strength and are agile on their feet.

The second form they have is their  'Pure' form.

This is their birth form, and the form they change too when they are in a large body of water.  Their legs merge back together to form a beautiful scaly  tail, their fingers become webbed, the gills on their necks that had been formally closed reopen so they don't need to resurface all that often for air and more scales appear on their upper torsoe and face. Now instead of just their canines all of their teeth are now shark like and razor sharp.

Then their final form is the berserker transformation. 

*Note: not every species has a berserker mode *

In this form they lose their beautiful faces and become hulking masses of scaly bodies, their scales becoming tougher than steel and their bodies grow drastically in size. Ranging from twenty to sixty meteres in height. Their mouths are filled with rows of razor sharp teeth that become to big to stay in there mouths and end up peeking out of their lips, adding to their already terrifying appearance, their eyes grow bigger in size and the slits become tas thin as a line. Strange marking patterns appear on their bodies and begin glow ( each individual has different patterns unique to them. Like finger prints ). No matter what ' Do not approach at all '. In this state they lose all thoughts of rational thinking and will attack any that moves with no other intention  than to kill. And death by this creatures is not a good way to die. Though this rarely happens as they pride themselves in self control so full berserker transformation is never fully reached ( unless someone fucked the hell up ) and the punishment for doing can lead to capital punishment, and the punishments can be harsh ( I.e removal of fins, forcing one to stay in their Marrow form for the rest of their life ). They have a pre-berserker form which is the one they usually resort to when they start their violent spree. It's similar to their pure form, except now they've grown in size ( from 16 to 30 feet long ) their scales, becoming more jagged and pointed and their mouths are with filled with the same shark like teeth peaking out of their lips. They have the same patterns glowing on their skin that does a great job at making them look ethereal yet at the same time fucking terrifying. Their sense are increased by a tenfold, meaning they are faster, stronger, healed quicker, perfect hearing. Escaping from them would be near impossible in the water.

BIRTH: 

Sirens have two ways of giving birth. The first is Marrow Carrying. 

Marrow Carrying ( Humanoid birth ): this is the ' normal ' birth, where the siren parent gives birth to their pup through  labour.  Can have from one to six pups per litter and pregnancy in this form is six months

Hatchling:

In their pure form the omega and alpha mate.  On their tails their where the pelvic area is located, there  is a slit, where their sex organ is hidden. ( The penis, vagina and since female alpha's have penises hidden inside vagina comes out when erect in their Marrow form, but both are visible and are separate instead of one being in the other. This is reverse for male omegas, since they have wombs there's a small opening below their penises , where they can be impregnated. After the mating is done the carrying parent waits for a few weeks to ensure that an egg or eggs have been fertilized, then they can carefully release it from their wombs, the egg is about the size of a golf ball , it's colour is pure white, but one can see the outline of the pup growing, once this is done, the parent guards the egg protectively, usually they transform into their pre-berserker form to scare off any threats as they guard over the growing egg, not even going to look for food. After seven months the egg shell has become weak and translucent, showing the pup that has formed healthy and the baby breaks free from it's gooey shell prison been born. 

The Hatching process takes to much energy and time and the whole process happens in the deepest parts of the sea, with the starving of one parent and survival rate of the pup being really low because one parent can't continuously watch the egg,  letting sneaky predators have a free meal, so majority prefer the ' Marrow method '.

Cute note: siren babies are called 'Guppies'

Inter breeding with these species is only possible with Vampires, elves, fairies, a few animal hybrids and humans.

Alphas and omegas are mostly born into these species, with very few betas. Sirens prefer the more traditional partber role ( Alpha x omega) So in the  Siren hierarchy beta's are at the bottom of the power scale.

                       Dominant Alpha

                       Dominant Omega

                       Recessive Alpha

                       Recessive Omega

                              Beta

They have no influence and are not the strongest when in comes to hunting and their chances of been fertile enough to carry children are really low, since most miscarriages happen to beta female who have a forty five percent chance of carrying a pup full term without any complications. 

Beta's are easy to tell apart, while pretty their beauty can't hold a candle to their alpha and Omega counterparts, and their scales even though they glimmer in the sun rays are usually dull in colour.

Are omnivores, but majority of their diet is meat, and they have a taste for land animals more than seafood.  As sophisticated as they look and act, they have the most count of cannibalism in their species, though it has died down with the increasing age of technology and modern world thinking.

Sirens are seen as a mythical species so they are refered to as mythic's ( same goes to other mythical species )

 The image is his face claim, but I'll explain more to give sight on his siren looks.

Pale porcelain skin that resembles that of a doll. Golden coloured scales with aqua marine decorate the side of his face, arms, rib cage and thighs.

His eyes are three colours the outer part of the iris being gold, the inner is aquamarine and the center being silver. Thin red glossy lips that's always pulled usually in a straight line.

Is a recessive omega, but is Pretty than a lot of dominant omegas in his empire.

Scent is cherries and lime

Other than having pretty privilege and damn plot armour he's born into a Grand duchy.

The Merridew Grand duchy is one of the founding families of the Empire and are on par with the Vermillion grand duchy and the L/N ducal family.

He knows M/N since they had play dates arranged between them as children.

He honestly had no interest in the sheep hybrid as they were growing up.

He's a siren so he technically he's a predator.

He's strong. He's even stronger than most since he's a prodigy.

The very best of the best.

He has no need to make friend with weak  prey.

That doesn't automatically mean he gets along with Marrav.

He detest the lion hybrid as well, the alpha is to cocky and annoying.

That's how the relationship between the two is just going to be at first. Two people who were forced to have play dates together as children and grew apart as they got older

Has an aloof personality and doesn't really care much for things he deems as a waste of his time. 

Tied with Leon as being one of the prettiest omegas in school.

Has a fanclub, but cult would be the right word with how they all religious worship him. He doesn't pay them much attention but it does boost his ego.

Also having minions ready to do his every bidding makes getting materials he needs for things a whole lot easier.

As a siren he has a soft enchanting voice they make people focus their attention on him and listen to his every word without protest.

Evian is a member of the student council and he's the head of the månå/ månå life studies and potions department. He's a prodigy at månå manipulation yes, but he prefers creating potions since it makes things a lot easier.

This potion making is what builds a road for him and M/N to interact.

He needs a particular ingredient for an elixir he's working on. A very rare red rose with gold tips.

And he can't find the damned thing anywhere.

Not even the black market, it's understandable because it takes good portion of ten years for the flower to bloom and during those years one has to constantly check and make sure it's receiving the right proportions of sun light, water and special månå fertilizer. Any small mistake would kill the flower and all progress and money would be gone for nothing.

He just didn't think that people would completely abandoned it! 

He has his minions working day and night to find it and after three months they do. it's been right under their noses the whole time.

The schools resident outcast has been growing them by himself in one of the academy's many abandoned green house.

He had paid a dark guild so much money for something under his nose.

The siren would be pissed off at first, but he'll brush it off. Since it's the pushover sheep that has one it'll be easy to collect it without spending anymore money.

Or so he thought.

Firstly finding the sheep hybrid is a surprisingly hard thing. The smaller omega is good at keeping himself hidden and is never in one place for long so it takes at least two weeks to track him down.

When Evian has finally managed to corner him the sheep hybrid refuses to give him one.

That blond can't forcefully take it, because M/N's family is the one backing him up for the project and he knows first hand how protect they can be, so he tries to buy it.

The sheep still have refuses and it takes a lot for him to not lunge and growl at the smaller man for being so stubborn.

M/N understandably won't just give away something that took his sweet and blood to grow so easily, especially since he only managed to successfully grow only fifteen, but Evian is at his wits end.

' " I thought we were friends. Friends help each other that's why I came to you " the blond said as he stared down at the smaller man with frustrated eyes.  His nails had started digging into the soft skin of his palm as a last ditch effort to calm his nerves down so he wouldn't attack the prey in anger.

He hated how he had stooped so low to this. Begging this inferior thing for something and he had the audacity to deny him of it.

What made things worse was he couldn't get a good grasp on the omega's expression because of his hair was covering his eyes. He was sure the bastard had a smug look on his fa-

" W... we're f.. friends ? " The question and hesitant voice made Evian's snap out of his thoughts.

Multicolored eyes watched how the smaller omega fidgeted in the spot he was standing, his fluffy wool ears twicthing slightly in nervousness as he nervously played with his fingers.

' oh ? '

" Of course we're friends! " The taller omega insisted suddenly moving forward to grasp the other's hand catching the sheep of guard.

" I know I've been really busy and haven't hanged out that much, but I really mean it when I say your my friend. We've been friends since we were guppies and kids haven't we ? " The blond man asked giving the sheep a pitiful look.

" Y...yes we h..have " the h/c man agreed wincing slightly when the other tightened his grip. " So you'll help me right ? " The omega said, leaning in closer, a red lips stretching into a small smile when the h)c  sheep hybrid nodded his head. 

" Thank you M/N your such a good friend " '

And just like that without wasting money he Even gets what he wants and one would think that's where their interaction will end.

Not. In fact it sort of becomes a game for him. How much can he take from the sheep omega by calling him his friend.

He obviously has no real interest in the smaller omega, he just wants to see how he can play him or just how much the other will bend to his whims for the sake of the ' friendship ' between them. And the siren soon finds out the he will do a lot.

From giving him precious herbs for free to being a lab rat for his potions and elixirs to even.

" The blond shoved his tongue deeper down the smaller omega throat, wanting to get more of his sweetness on his taste buds, his hands busied themselves on the other's body. One rubbing soothing circles on hips while the squeezed the soft flesh of his ass  occasionally pulling on his fluffy tail.

Ignoring the hands lightly tapping on his chest Evian continued to indulge himself, he only pulled away when the man started to go limp on his laps.

The siren stared at his cute little ' friend ' who was pitifully gasping for air. The h/c bangs that usually covered his eyes has been pulled back to reveal pretty e/c hues, a deep red blush dusting his s/c cheeks.

His plump lips were glossy from both their saliva being mixed together and slightly swollen from the bruising kisses he had been subjected to earlier.

His ears were pinned down by the side of his head giving him an even more submissive and timid look, the collar of his shirt and a few buttons had come undone, revealing the blooming hickeys and bite marks that decorated his neck and collarbone, the sweet scent flooding of him in waves and mixing with his own of cherry and lime.

The larger omega could feel the poor sheep's his hard cock pressing against his stomach struggling in his pants.

Evian hadn't meant for things to get this heated, but recently he had noticed the h/c sheep hybrid spending more time with that annoying lop rabbit and hadn't even been making time for him. He even had his disgusting scent all over him.

Evian wasn't jealous or anything.

How could he be jealous of prey interacting with one another ?!

He just wanted to remind his ' friend ' who he was supposed to spend more time with.

The siren let out a small moan as he felt his own cock struggle in his pants, but he had to be patient for now.

He needed to remind his pretty little omega that he was the only friend he was supposed to have '

Evian would sooner die than publicly admit he has feelings for M/N. He's not against showing him affection in public but he's sure as hell won't use his mouth to say it.

Uses his family's connection to break the engagement between M/N and Marrav so he can keep the little sheep hybrid for himself.

Is manipulative and controlling so he's going to make the h/c man his perfect little spouse. Uses magic to watch the sheep's every move.

As for dealing with other love intrests, he either sells them off to the black market or have his minions deal with them, but personally he doesn't like bothering himself with things that would make him handle ' unpure ' creatures.

Though if the Love interest in question pushes him far enough he will.

Hope you like this

#hybrid au #mc #omegaverse #dearly detested #ask #nobility #omega male reader #leon #x male reader #x omega male reader #Evian #x bottom male reader

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#definitely me when I'm in communicado with my brain cells #reaction image #reaction meme #daily reaction images #image mood: ah shit #submission

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Yoga Pants: A Three Weeks in Ramsford Drabble

Series: Three Weeks in Ramsford and Drakes Tight Pants Anthology

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: None at the moment.

Rating: MA

Warnings: Language, mature themes

Wordcount: 582

A/N: So....yet another fic about Drake's ass lol. After reading chapter two, Hot Yoga, @tinkie1973 wanted to know if there were pics of Drake in his yoga pants which led to a mood board, which led to me having further ideas about the hot yoga itself. In the original chapter, the yoga itself was not described. Since Kiara was a participant, there's no way she wasn't looking at his ass. So here you go! @drake-walker-appreciation @choicesficwriterscreations

My other stuff: Master List.

Kiara couldn’t help the fact that her eyes kept sliding up. She was on her hands and knees, ready to push up into downward dog. The problem was that Drake Walker was in front of her, which placed his ass directly in her line of sight.

And what an ass it was! It wasn’t that she hadn’t noticed it before, it was just that before she’d been more focused on his pecs and abs. She also had never seen him in anything quite as tight and revealing as the yoga pants he’d purchased at the counter before class began.

She was having a lot of trouble focusing.

When the instructor gave the signal, she reluctantly pushed up into the correct pose, replacing Drake’s ass with her feet in her field of vision.

She spent the rest of the class trying to not be obvious about where her attention was focused.

When the class ended, Drake stalked toward the water cooler while she watched him go, ignoring whatever Penelope was rambling about.

“He has a nice ass, doesn’t he?” A voice whispered in her ear.

“Shit! Max! What are you doing?” Kiara nearly fell over.

“Sorry, I was trying to be quiet,” he chuckled, “didn’t think you’d want everyone to know you were checking out Drake’s ass.”

“What? No! I mean, I wasn’t!” heat flamed across her face.

Penelope stopped talking about poodles to interject, “Oh, but I thought you said he had the best ass in Cordonia and that you would lick whipped cream off his-“

“Penelope! That’s enough!” Kiara screeched in mortification.

“Everything okay over here?” the instructor had come to see what the commotion was about.  

“Oh, ah…” Max stumbled over his words a little under the scrutiny of the smoking-hot yoga instructor.

Adam Winchester was the real reason Max had been going to hot yoga three times a week.

“What’s happening?” Drake asked as he walked back to the group with a cup of water in his hand.

“Nothing!” Max blurted out, “We were just admiring your ass!”

“What? No!” Kiara shook her head frantically from side to side in denial.

“Don’t be weird, Beaumont,” Drake lifted the cup to his lips completely unperturbed.

“No, I know we’re just friends. I’m not hitting on you, I promise. I’m just saying-“

“So, you’re gay?” Adam interrupted.

Max blinked, “What?”

“What?” Adam held his hands up in front of him, “It’s just a question!”

“I am gay…and you?”

“Gay as fuuuuuck,” Adam smiled at him enticingly, “Can I get your snap?”

“It’s whatskraken, but like the squid… let me spell that for you…..”

Kiara, Drake, and Penelope rolled up their mats as Max flirted with the instructor.

“You do have a nice ass, Drake,” Penelope chirped as they headed for the door.

“….thanks…”

“Mon Dieu!” Kiara cursed softly under her breath.

“What was that?” Drake glanced back at her as Maxwell caught up to them at the exit.

“Nothing!” she squeaked as they exited the studio.

Less than five minutes later, Penelope’s poodle obsession had separated her from the opportunity to have lunch with Drake. She sighed as they walked back to her car.

The image of that ass was going to haunt her dreams tonight. Maybe now that Riley was out of the way, he’d notice her. Surely he would be going on the engagement tour, there would be plenty of opportunities to talk to him then. Yes, she decided, the engagement tour was definitely going to be her chance.

#drake walker #drake walker appreciation #drake's tight pants #drake's ass #thirsty thursday #three weeks in ramsford #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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Femme Fatale

Rating: explicit

Fandom: Ghost band

Relationship: Swiss x Aurora

Words: 1515

Warnings: Tentacle dick, oral sex, sub and dom, mentions of bad aftercare, mentions of bad past relationships

Summary: Sub swiss and Dom Aurora oral to Femme Fetale by Twin Temple

Available here or or Ao3

"Such a good boy," Aurora smirked from behind her desk, applying her deep red lipstick in the mirror, but her eyes were on Swiss' reflection.

He was sat on the edge of the bed, hands behind his back, bead bowed in submission.

"sitting there so nice for me baby."

"Is sex appeal a deadly poison?"

Aurora glanced down at her phone to see what the song playing was, Cirrus had made her the playlist telling her that it would help a lot in the bedroom and so far the air ghoulette had been telling the truth.

What she wasn't expecting to see was the text notification from Cumulus;

"Make sure to fuck him hard and collect his soul Princess xx"

"I'm in the mood for destruction"

She couldn't help but shake her head with a chuckle, she had noticed very early on that the other ghoulettes had an almost game when it came to fucking Swiss and she was loving all the advice they had given her.

She had always been a very dominant ghoul even while in the pit, but there was an added layer of excitement with all the new sensations that came with being top side.

The toys were also a bonus.

"Don't be afraid of my pretty weapon Tell me what is so sinister about a woman?"

Placing her lipstick back down the desk. She slowly made her way to the tall ghoul.

Her hips swaying to the music, her tight underwear did nothing to hide the bulge of her tentacle trying to escape.

Swiss glanced up at her, both enjoying this angle. His eyes quickly caught sight of the squirming appendage, his mouth salivating at the image of it.

"We're all born with original sin"

"I like it when you're quiet like this." The multi-ghoulette mused, her hand coming up to cup Swiss' left cheek.

"Do you promise not to bite me?" she asked, although joking, she asked the question every time she put anything in his mouth that was a part of her body.

"I choose to use mine on men"

Swiss nodded in reply.

"You can talk baby, it's okay. You know I need you to actually answer me."

"No Mistress, I won't bite."

"La Femme Fatale

Come and follow me"

"Do you think you could take it down your throat?" The top of her tentacle was now slipping its way out the waist and, a little too early for her liking, but considering it had a mind of its own when it wanted to, it was doing an okay job of behaving.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

That was all it took for Aurora to pull her lace panties roughly down her thighs one-handedly, using the hand still cupping Swiss' cheek to push his head forward a little.

The tentacle moved to try and reach out for the ghoul, the tip deepening in colour as it started to drop onto the floor.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"Ah, shit..." Aurora hissed out as Swiss opened his mouth allowing the tentacle to find its place inside.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

Swiss licked his tongue from the base near her vaginal opening and back to the tip, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"Just like that" she groaned, her hand moving from his cheek to the back of his head to grip at his locs to push the tentacle further into his mouth.

It certainly wasn't the longest in the band, or thickest for that matter, but Swiss still found it to be his favourite so far, but he'd never tell anyone but Aurora that.

"Such a good boy."

"lie with me, commit crimes with me"

Aurora couldn't handle this position anymore. Just standing there felt weird, but she couldn't help but love having Swiss look up to her.

She thought for a second before pushing his head back slightly and lifting her left leg, putting her bare foot down on the bed next to Swiss' thigh to give him more access.

"Use your hands baby, It's okay."

"I'm your nightmare, I'm your fantasy"

Pulling both hands quickly from behind his back, the right one gripped Aurora's thigh to keep her from pulling away as he sucked the appendage that was starting to wiggle down his throat.

And his left, going underneath her to stroke a finger along her folds.

"It kills you to love a lady like me"

"Fuck, Swiss just like that!" the ghoulette moaned when two fingers sunk into her body with a squelch.

Swiss let out a small moan, sending vibrations straight through the tentacle, pushing Aurora further into her lust-clouded mind.

"Well one day I'll put you out of your misery"

Swiss could feel the tentacle doing its best to try and stretch out to push past his uvula, but with no such luck.

His tongue still ran up and down its length, twirling around the tip and repeating.

"We're all born with original sin"

"Keep doing that!" Aurora cried out, both hands in Swiss' hair tightening, her thigh flush against his head.

She could feel herself getting close to the edge, and she knew Swiss wasn't far behind.

"I choose to use mine on men"

"Don't stop!" This was it, the final stretch before she came.

The final stretch until Swiss' mouth would be filled with her fluid.

"La Femme Fatale

Come and follow me"

Swiss moaned again, adding a third finger into the squirming ghoulette, his fingers pumping to no particular rhythm, her g-spot being stroked every time he pulled them out and pushed back in.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

"Keep doing that baby." Aurora stuttered out, her legs shaking, "I'm about to cum, please don't stop!"

Swiss glanced up at her, most of his view being the hair brushing against his face, but he did catch a few glimpses of her face, sweaty and red, eyes rolled to the back of his head, lips trembling.

Gorgeous.

He knew better than to change up his movements now, even though his jaw was aching, his tongue was growing tired, and his hand was cramping up.

And the tentacle in his mouth kept thrashing slightly as Aurora's orgasm grew closer.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"I'm coming!" Aurora cried out, her claws digging into Swiss' scalp, making him exhale through his nose in pain.

The tentacle jerked, her cum filling his mouth and spilling out from between his lips.

Aurora pulled away, her arms dropping down to her side and her shaking leg coming off of the bed.

She let herself drop to the floor in front of Swiss.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

The ghoulette looked up at Swiss from the floor, he had put his hands back behind his back, making no move to clean up his face.

His cheeks bulged as he refused to swallow until given the all-clear making Aurora giggle.

"You can swallow baby, it's okay."

Doing as he was told, Swiss tilted bus head back to Swallow it all at once.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"Are you okay?" Aurora asked, not trusting her still shaking legs to lift her onto the bed just yet.

"I'm okay." Swiss spoke his voice hoarse.

"Did you drop?" Aurora queried putting her head on Swiss' knee.

"We're all born with original sin"

"No, but I don't know if we're done or not." Swiss muttered truthfully, looking away from the ghoulette.

"I choose to use mine on men"

"We're done baby, let's go clean you up."

"Thanks, Rory."

"La Femme Fatale

Come, follow me"

Aurora placed a hand on Swiss' knee, her head now lifted to help push herself up to her feet.

Swiss watched her carefully, keeping an she on her to make sure she didn't fall over as she grabbed a towel each for the both of them.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

Heading towards the joined bathroom, Swiss could hear her turn on the water for the bath.

"Oh!" Aurora gasped, shocked to see Swiss in the doorway.

"I was gonna come get you." She commented.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"You're getting in with me aren't you?" Swiss asked looking down at her with a small frown in his lips.

"Of course I am, I'm not just going to leave you after a scene."

"Just shut up and kiss me"

"I know you wouldn't!" Swiss gasped, worried about upsetting the small ghoulette. "It's just.." he paused not sure of what to say.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"You've been left without aftercare?" Aurora asked putting the pieces together herself.

Swiss nodded with a sad look on his face, "It was a long time ago, Don't worry."

"Na na, na na na na na na"

Aurora stepped towards him to help pull off his t-shirt, "Let's get in the bath, have a cuddle and get you some food okay?"

"Je suis la belle dame sans mercy!"

"Sounds perfect, Roy."

#Ghost band #Ghost BC fanfic #aurora ghoulette #swiss ghoul #swiss x aurora #Mature fic #Ghost band fanfic #Vic fics #Fanfic writer

[historia-vitae-magistras]

I do! And its here on ao3 as well.

"Pssst," A voice cut through his slumber. He turned onto his side, flailing one arm at whoever was hissing at him to make the noisemaker go away and leave him the fuck alone, dragging the plaid with him so he could get back to sleep.

"Go away,"

"Mattie," Jack said. "Wake up already; I need to ask you a question!"

"Can it wait? I've got a headache,"

"You just had a headache. The Cooper's lad says you have more headaches than his wife trying to get out of a shag. And that's not my fault, so wake up!"

Matthew snorted. All sleep left him. Jack had a… habit of repeating everything he heard without understanding it. He turned onto his back and threw an arm over his eyes, trying to block out the daylight from the cracks in the heavy green velvet curtains of his father's study. Jack would figure out economic panics at some point. But, Matthew supposed, he was awake now.

"Come on, Mattie; I have questions!"

"You aren't even allowed to be in here," Matthew pointed out. That had been the whole bloody point of his escape into the study, to begin with.

"You are!" Jack huffed.

"I'm older."

"So?"

They'd had this argument a thousand times. Matthew didn't answer, so Jack launched into his counterargument. It was unfair that Mattie got access to the space! It was horse shit Mattie wasn't awake and answering questions. The leather groaned as Matthew rolled onto his back, switching the arm he draped over his eyes as his left shoulder ached. Jack was still talking, making his argument as to why Matthew should be conscious.

"Jack," Matt sat up, braving the dull light.

"What? It isn't fair! You're older, but I'm growing faster. It's not my fault your economy sucks a soft-boiled egg!"

"Jack. I'm awake. Ask the bloody question."

"Oh." Jack blinked. "Okay. Good morning, by the way."

"Morning," Matthew replied, shaking his head. Jesus. "What did you want to ask?"

Jack clambered onto the couch and burrowed into Matt's side, pulling his elder brother's spare arm around himself. He was quiet and still for a moment, and Matthew thought that particular enough to frown.

"What's the matter?"

"I forgot my question." Jack gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry."

Matthew sighed. He'd been woken up for nothing. There was no shutting Jack up when he got into a curious mood. And that was most of the time because when didn't Jack have questions? Jack had questions morning, noon and night. They'd sit in the parlour for tea, sit down at the table for dinner, go for a turn about the gardens or the great hall, or take out the horses. Where they were or what they were doing didn't matter. Jack would babble on with questions so fast there was no need to answer one before he was onto another.

What were the charterists mad about? Why did birds fly? Why did he have to sit still? Why do things burn? Why was Matthew French? Why didn't Aunt Brighid write? Did the French really get cholera licking each other? Why should they be English if the Queen's family all spoke German? Why does alcohol make people feel funny? Why didn't the moon get mouldy if it was made out of cheese?

Thoughts clattering to a halt, the image of home flooded through him, unbidden. It was raining at home in Halifax too. His gase flicked to the window. Ah, right, that was why Jack was on the hunt for information. Father had ordered everyone indoors today. No letting the young ones run wild in the paddocks when they'd be knee-deep in the mud and become ill. Jack was bored. And when he was bored, he was even more inquisitive than usual.

Jack tugged his arm. The throb in his skull had at least dulled to an ache that further abated when he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, admitting defeat. But he was looking away from Matt.

"Where's Father?"

"Drunk," Zee chirped, and Matthew startled. She had appeared in the doorway without him even hearing when the swish of her skirts should have been as loud enough to alert him, but he really was out of it. Oh God, were both of them on the same mission? He sat up. Jack could be distracted but Zee? She was a bloodhound. And she never forgot anything.

"What is it?"

"Have you seen the head?"

"The what?" Matthew sat straight on the sofa, nearly knocking his skull into Jack's. He was staring up at Matt, practically vibrating with either cold or excitement. In England, it was likely to be both. Zee was right at his elbow.

"Oh, right! That's what I wanted to ask. Olly's head." said Jack. "The one that Father says he keeps up on the mantle in that fancy box," He pointed at the carved mahogany box on the mantel, etched with what he'd bet was Uncle Rhys spell work, but they didn't talk about that.

"He didn't tell you that," Zee said, clambering onto the chair Jack had used to climb over the back of the Chesterfield to harass him. "You heard it in the scullery, which means it's bird shit,"

"Still," Jack shrugged and jabbed a finger at Matt. "He would know if it's real or not. Now tell us!"

Matt frowned at them and decided to lie. "No. I haven't." He grabbed Jack tightly under the armpits so he couldn't wriggle away and set him down on the sofa where he couldn't make nearly as much mischief as he could standing on a chair. There were too many breakable things in the study. He wasn't even supposed to be in here.

"Liar," Zee said, rounding the arm of the sofa and clutching the skirts of her plaid dress, sat down. She could always be trusted to be less destructive than the wee Tasmanian devil. Matthew swung his gaze at her and glared.

She lifted her chin and stared right back. "You've seen it. So if it isn't in the box, show us the box."

"Eleanor–" Matt sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. His head was pounding again.

"You know its in there." She said. "Just tell the truth."

"Yeah! Father lets you in here," Jack said excitedly. Matthew sighed and smoothed Jack's unruly hair.

"It's in that box, yes." He admitted. "Do you want to see it?"

They were suddenly still. Matthew clenched his jaw. Arthur had made him look at it. Back then, before the house had been Jack-proofed, it had been displayed behind glass. The horrible shrunken skull with tight, parchment-mummified skin and a grinning jaw that wiggled when the display cloche over its base moved at all. It was a French flag over his land back then. Arthur had only closed one hand over his neck and made him look. The implication had been clear. That's where you'll end up, too, my boy, if you're not careful.

"Is it… a real head?" Zee whispered, wide-eyed with awe. "I've seen those at home. Did Father have it tanned and stuffed and all?"

He didn't respond.

"At home… the head is powerful." She said carefully, as if translating a concept she'd never spoken about into English was difficult. Perhaps it was. Matthew didn't know what to say to that. He was thinking, mind spinning, when Jack's babbling saved him.

"Why's he call it Olly?" Jack asked, oblivious. Matthew had to take a moment to compose himself.

"When he lived, his name used to be Oliver. He was a very… powerful man." Matthew said very quietly. "He was a tyrant."

"Why'd he give Father his head then?"

"He didn't,"

"Then why's Father got it?" Zee asked. They drew nearer, and Matthew stood, pulling them with him, needing out of that room, away from that box and its half-forgotten contents. He walked them to the door, remembering a day when he had been the problem, the opponent, the obstacle in father's way.

"Because he made father his enemy."

#my writing || cacoethes scribendi #Jack Zee and Matt || battered bonds once so strong #the ask box || probis pateo

[temmtamm]

𖤓✧WHOLESOME COLLECTOR SCENARIO ✧𖤓

(Asks are open and appreciated)

Tw//graphic injury talk, a bit of angst, as well as obsessive behaviours

A groan escaped the slightly parted lips of a certain witch as they made their way towards a familiar door.

Blood leaked from the witchlings nose as they limped inside their own home. Yet another failed attempt to sneak into the castle, except this one ended up in some serious injuries.

The witch strained their elbow to try and move it, but ended up just biting back tears from the injury. They probably will have to talk to someone in the healing coven tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, Luz...i really tried to do it this time."

They voiced out to no one in particular as their (E/C) eyes shifted to a picture on the stand near their couch. In the picture was three people. Luz, them, and a third person with their face torn out of the image.

Their legs burned and ached as if they ran a marathon and the standing around sure didn't help with the problem. They're feet dragged as they made their way to the couch and flopped on it. Their uninjured hand tore away from their forearm and searched in the cracks of the couch. Eventually they had found their scroll and was quick to enter penstagram on it. The usual photos were on their feed. Pictures of their friends hanging out, pictures of coven activities, even videos of parties they didn't get invited to. The more they scrolled, the heavier their eyelids became. Their eyes even began to water, though it wasn't die to the sleep in them but rather pity for their situation. They could've been out adventuring with Luz, Amity, and Eda but instead they were bruised up and lying on the couch, just cause they wanted to get some dumb information for Luz that she probably didn't need.

It was as if someone had tied dumbbells to their lashes. The more they tried to fight it, the more tired they got. It was yet another battle they had lost that night, which ended in them falling asleep.

.....

𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱

𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱

𝘋𝘳𝘪-

"Ah, shit-" Back here again. Just as (Y/N) feared. They definitely didn't want their...dream buddy seeing them down in the dumps like this. At least not today.

See, ever since almost a year ago, the witch had stopped having normal dreams and instead, every dream they had took place in a dark black room that was similar to a closet. Sometimes the room would change. Sometimes it would be long like a hallway, sometimes they could change their surroundings. A thing that had never changed though was the black goop that leaked down from the walls and flooded the floor plus the lack of doors.

Oh, yeah. And another thing that was sometimes there? A talking shadow.

The witch hissed in pain, getting torn away from their thoughts as some of the black goop dripped down into their injured arm. This seemed to have alerted said shadow of their arrival since almost immediately after they whined in pain, they're shadow had begun to morph and take the familiar shape of a moon-looking fellow.

"BESTIE!! You're back!! Jeez, it's been sooooo long-" The witch turned to glare down at the shadow and sneer. "Not now, collector. I'm not in the mood to play today." The shadow stretched and moved until they had reached up to the walls. "What d-" They paused, their usually big and quite literally bright smile vanishing as they saw the blood drip down their witch friends nose.

"...Who hurt you?" Their tone was low, not holding their usually jovial tone it held. This is why (Y/N) didn't want to see them...they know he'll get mad and probably end up hurting someone. (Y/N) sucked in a groan of frustration that threatened to come out. Failing at their mission was bad enough, and his anger was just adding insult to injury.

The witch turned their head to the side. "Let's just...not talk about it..okay?" They crowned out, their voice straining with each word.

....

Silence filled the room as the shadow just stared at the witch before them. Well, that was until they raised their hand, manipulating some of the black sludge to drop on the busted nose and arm. They consider that one of the pros of talking in dreams. They have slightly more power.

"AGH!! YOU FUCKING CU-" (Y/N) shrieked in pain, moving to clutch on the burning parts of their body, but was surprised to feel the soft fabric texture of bandages instead of the rough texture of scabbing skin. The witch kinda stood, wide eyed and struggling to spit out any words.

While the witch was looking awe-struck, the shadowy figure beamed, a smile growing back on his face.

"Pretty neat, huh?? Looks like today's one of the dreams where we can have fun with it."

He means that the two could manipulate the world around them. Though, (Y/N) already knew that as they spent enough time with them to be able to understand his usual language.

(Y/N) was about to speak but was cut off by the collector piping up, all while shifting to go back to being the witches shadow.

"Yknow...we don't have to play any games today. Friends are able to have fun without that stuff, yknow?"

The witches eyes softened at their words as they nodded. They wanted to give an answer but their voice box just seemed to refuse to work. They closed their eyes and crouched down next to the shadow.

They could manipulate this dream, right? It would be nice to have a comforting place to just hang out with collector at.

As the thought began to brew in their mind, the wind around them changed to the slight breeze that came from the room to the wild winds of a forest.

When their eyes opened, their surroundings revealed a monochromatic meadow. The fields that surrounded them still held some black sludge to them, though it was toned down to the point where it didn't drown the flowers.

"Oh, wow!! You did that??" The star-themed shadow beamed, their eyes darting around the room.

"I...i guess I did..? I just wanted somewhere comfortable to be...i don't want to think a ton so this wind should stop me from doing so."

The witch shakily stood up and began hobbling down further towards the moon that shined down, making the shadows more prominent with its light. Lucky for that, as it made the collector able to follow quickly after the witch.

"Ooooh, you gonna do a musical number out here? Like in the movies??"

A tired chuckle escaped the elf-eared fellow that the god had followed.

"I don't know about any of that, but if you'd like, I could sing you a lullaby? Something tells me you didn't get sung those a lot as a child." The shadow visible jolted with excitement at the idea.

"Yes!! Please, please, pleeeaase!!" The god whined, letting their inner child out. Not like they ever tried to hide their childish side. A smile crept up on the witches lips. It was a tired one but a smile nonetheless. The collector gave themselves a mental fistpump at getting a small smile on their frankly depressed friends face.

"Alright, how does that tune go again?

Oh, right, right!!

𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥-

𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶." 

The crunching of the flowers and wheat beneath the witches feet provided some sort of rhythm. They knew far too well that the land will never stop and it will just repeat itself, yet they still searched for the perfect resting spot 

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘙𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯~"

Yeah, shocker. The lullaby isn't really a lullaby but rather a song that the witch had picked up from others. It seems though that the collector was enjoying it, as he was watching (Y/N) intently. They even tried to sing with them, despite not knowing the lyrics. 

"𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳. 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘶𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦.

𝘙𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘯~" 

Sadly, the two couldn't find a spot so they settlee for crouching down into the flowers. 

"𝘖𝘰𝘰𝘩, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴,  𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴. 

𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦.~"

(Y/N) turned their head to look down at their shadow, and to their surprise, the gods eyes we're closed and they appeared to be sleeping. They couldn't tell if the shadow was genuinely asleep or if they were faking it to make the witch feel better. Either way, it still made the tired grin on the witch tighten into a happy one. 

"I'll try again once I heal. For now though, I'm greatful to have a friend like you who can cheer me up." 

The witch leaked back, gazing up at the stars. Might as well enjoy the rest of this dream before they awaken. As they looked up, their hand moved to hover over the shadows. Sadly, that was the closest the two could get to hand-holding with them trapped. 

"And once I succeed. I'll free you, then we can be true friends." 

Their surroundings warped and melted, caving in on itself as the dream came to a close. 

... 

... 

... 

"Pssshh!! Wake up, (Y/N)!!" 

The witch jolted upwards, frantically looking around at the sound of Luz's voice though visibly deflated at seeing it was just their ringtone on their scroll. They reached out their bad arm to turn the alarm off and- wait....is that bandage/sling Collector put on it still there? But...this wasn't a dream?? 

A weak sigh escaped the witch. 

"Best not to question it. For now though, I should go check in on the others." 

Up they go! And they're out the doors not even bothering to change their clothes or take in their surroundings. 

They did at the very least, pick up a coat from the previous framed picture. 

Though, now the torn face was replaced with a lazily drawn face of the collector that looked as if a five year old had made it. 

How strange.. 

Thanks for reading!!♥︎

#the collector #the owl house #the owl post #the owl lady #eda the owl lady #hunter the owl house #toh the collector #the collecter toh #yandere collector #toh collector #collector x reader #toh fandom #toh x reader #yandere toh #yandere x reader #toh headcanon #scenarios #fanfic #headcanons #temmer

[fire-fira]

A Non-Exhaustive List of My Fiance @radioactive-earthshine​‘s Impressions of the 2003 TMNT Series:

First up--

MIKEY

Her favorite

He screams in such a wonderful way.

10/10 would be friends with Bart Allen/Impulse online (where they’d talk about Star Trek, both headcanons and meta).

The cute one

Precious

GIVE! HIM! FRIENDS!

He definitely needs to hit up Roy Harper/Arsenal in New York to join his team, Titans East.

RAPH

He experiences a LOT of male-bonding.

This turtle isn’t straight. (He’s masc for masc.)

Dramatic

He needs his boyfriend (meaning Traximus) around more.

While his brothers were all being traumatized in various ways during the arc that included SAINW he was off in a bike-race with a hottie on another planet.

Would absolutely swear more and probably only censors himself around his dad.

He’d be friends with Jason Todd/Robin II/Red Hood.

DONNIE

The Kirby episode with him was one of her favorites.

Tim Drake/Robin III/Red Robin’s friend.

Why is he sitting on the couch like that? Sir, why did you put the couch like that before climbing onto it to sit?

He’s not straight because he sits on the couch like that. He’s not straight either.

Hasn’t made much of an impression. (Sorry Donnie, you don’t get a full 7 points.)

LEO

O O F.  SON.

Ah, he’s a bi disaster.

He needs to get together with the rabbit.

Wants him to behead people more. Wants it to be a running gag that he beheads Shredder every time they encounter each other. (”Go apeshit! Do it again!”)

He needs to stop chasing Karai, she’s a bad choice. (”She’s hot, but son that’s a CHOICE.”)

✨T H E R A P Y✨

Her watching every moment between Leo and Usagi: “That’s gaaaaayyyyyy~.”

Orion (of New Genesis) would get along with him.

SPLINTER

Unhealthy obsession with wanting to see him naked. (Seriously, she wants to see this rat without his robe on constantly.)

Wants to see him brushing his fur.

Is married to the Daimyo.

Wants him to have tea with Alfred Pennyworth. (Where they could go back and forth over hellion children.)

Where are your teeth? (”He’s a opossum!” -brings up google images- “Look! That’s a opossum! He doesn’t have rat teeth!”)

You’re one fucked-up rat.

Regularly quotes him as saying “Oh, you were so cute” about his sons.

USAGI

Leo’s (long-distance) boyfriend

“Is he a lop-eared rabbit? If he takes that tie off will his ears just flop over?”

Ah, another disaster-bi.

A much better choice than Karai.

“You exchanged swords? That’s gay.”

“I do not want to see him naked ever.”

“Where are your teeth?!”

“Real original name.” 🙄

KARAI

I have no thoughts about her-- no wait.

If I had that name I’d Karai too.

A terrible choice.

Hot though.

Needs to figure out her shit.

You don’t need NO MAN.

CASEY (MOTHER FUCKING) JONES

CANADIAN????

It’d be hilarious if how he died in SAINW was something really stupid, like choking on air, or tripping into something, or choking on a muffin. Nothing impressive, just embarrassing. It’d be hilarious.

Fun to watch.

You’re too disastrous to not be bi.

I need him to handle all my retail returns.

He needs to use a baseball bat more.

Dumbass™ (because of his terrible hiding skills)

APRIL

“I haven’t changed my outfit in over 10 years because I made a vow when I lost my Uncle Auggie to never change my wardrobe until he came back home so he’d recognize me!”

MOOD

You’re just as much of a dumbass™ as Casey, and that’s why you deserve each other.

GIRL, are you BARBIE? Because you have a lot of careers!

-a la Jurassic Park- SHOOT HER!!! SHOOT HER AGAIN!!!

LEATHERHEAD

I WANT TO BOOP THAT SNOOT.

Wants to pet his snoot too. (”I think he’d like it.”)

Also would get along well with Orion of New Genesis.

✨T H E R A P Y✨

Deserves better.

SHREDDER

wATch OUt fOr ShrEDdeR!!!

Can’t take him seriously and starts laughing every time he’s on screen.

Wants him to be beheaded constantly by Leo.

Mocks him by giving him Bane’s voice from the Harley Quinn animated series and pretending he has a fixation on cheese and shredding cheese. (”Soooomonnne! Give me the cheddaaaarrr!!! I’m so stressed!”)

Sometimes calls him Cheddar.

Desperately wants someone to call him a Kitchen-Aid attachment to his face.

HUN

Hun. Hunny. Honey. (Absolutely must mock his name.)

“All the men call me Hun.”

Vaguely implied that the Purple Dragons were his harem??? (My fiance is wild y’all.)

Clearly smarter than Baxter Stockman.

BAXTER STOCKMAN

HE NEVER LEARNS!!!

“I want him to call Shredder the Kitchen-Aid attachment.”

Her favorite line from him: “You’d make a horrible scientist.”

WOOOOWWWWWWW

Clearly not as smart as Hun when it comes to shutting his damn mouth.

#TMNT #TMNT 2003 #Michelangelo #Raphael #Donatello #Leonardo #my wonderful fiance #rofl #lol #I'm not tagging all the characters here because that'd get a bit ridiculous #I love my fiance if you can't tell #my fiction #tagging 'my fiction' so it's easier to find

[niobiumao3]

( no excuse writing meme ) POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

I'm probably not going to write the squad and Phee's side of Descent, or, not any time soon, but in order to make sure I understood the scene where Hondo contacts her I actually wrote it from her point of view. So, here's all of that.

~*~

Phee sighed, swept at the console to display the incoming message details. Hondo Ohnaka, contacting her from somewhere in the Inosion system, for the fourth time. She'd been ignoring him, wanting to see how many times he'd keep at it. Probably trying to talk her into more fake relics—where would it be from this time, Alderaan? Correllia?

“Who is it?” Echo asked, offering her a cup of caf. Phee accepted it, hovered her face in the steam.

“Just an old contact. Likes to try and sell me fake shit. And sometimes legitimately pay me to determine provenance.”

Echo looked vaguely amused. “So he values your skills, but not enough to not try and pull a fast one.”

“Something like that.” Her hand hovered over the dismissal button. After another second she tapped ‘ACCEPT’. Echo arched an eyebrow at her. “I could use a laugh,” she said, which got a snort out of him. He stepped aside, keeping himself out of the camera’s line of sight. Phee set the caf aside.

Ohnaka’s projection drew in, flickering and low resolution. Echo frowned, moved to the communications console. Before Phee could ask him what was up, Hondo launched into his greeting.

“Phee Genoa! It’s been far too long, my dear.”

“Ohnaka. To what do I owe the waste of my time?”

“I have a business venture for you.”

A wave of exhaustion passed over Phee. Seconds ago she’d been ready to laugh at one of Hondo’s ridiculous ideas; now she just wanted to sleep for a cycle. She rubbed her face, muttered, “I bet,” to herself. “I am really not in the mood, so whatever snake oil you’re trying to pawn off on me this time, I am not interested.”

Hondo’s image wavered, his tone growing sharp. “Now see here, Genoa, that was 100% pure krayt dragongris, and furthermore—” He stopped short, jolting and glaring at something out of view of his camera. Echo paused in his work at the comms to flick a glance at Phee. Someone else was listening to this, just as Echo was.

“Yes, yes, fine. I am contacting you on behalf of someone who wishes to meet and discuss a proposition.”

Echo shook his head at Phee. The last thing they needed was for someone to overhear one of the squad, or worse, determine where she was. She rolled her eyes, reached for the disconnect switch. “Right.”

Hondo’s voice rose in panicked concern. “A certain brown-eyed pilot.”

The words froze Phee on the spot. She glanced at Echo, who seemed similarly stunned. She righted herself, cold all over. “A what now?”

Hondo calmed visibly, clearly pleased at having bought himself a few more seconds. “A pilot who requires your skills. Obviously I offered my own, but you are by far the more experienced, ah, liberator of ancient wonders.”

Phee’s head buzzed. This couldn’t be happening. But here was Hondo Ohnaka, the slipperiest smuggler Phee had ever known, saying things to her only a handful of people could know about, almost all of whom were right here on Pabu.

All but two.

She tried to pull her thoughts together. “Well. I’m a busy lady.” She gathered disinterest about her, folded her arms. “And I’m assuming you’re not relaying this request for free. What’s your finder’s fee?”

“I was thinking twenty thousand—”

Phee knew what was expected here. She feigned reaching for the off switch, saw the projection waver as Hondo raised his hands, “—which is of course entirely negotiable.”

This was only half an act. If Tech was alive on the other end of this connection and Hondo was attempting to extort money from them for his safe return, it was going to be a close race to see who got their hands on Hondo first—her, or the boys. She lifted her chin. “Awful lot for a finder’s fee.”

“And yet, I have found you a business proposition of considerable value. One you are not likely to be able to find elsewhere—and there are, I'm sure, others who would be glad to take it instead.”

Oh it would be her, that was for certain. She let Hondo see her watching him, contemplating exactly what she would do to him in the event this was a successful ruse or a failed rescue. Echo was tapping and swiping at the comms, probably tracing the signal. He frowned, made a face, nodded at Phee.

“Alright,” she said. “Five thousand down for the finder’s fee, six more when we meet.”

Hondo swayed. “You’re requesting a steep discount. It’s only out of the kindness of my heart—” He stopped abruptly, flinching and rubbing at his leg. “—and this annoying pain in my leg, that I’m willing to do this. For you.”

She didn’t dare to hope it was Tech, sitting right there, jabbing Hondo any time he was too much like himself. “Very sweet of you.”

Hondo was looking—no, glaring, at whoever was out of view. “I am the soul of generosity. Sending you coordinates, account ID, and a time now.”

Despite saying this, Hondo didn’t move. A moment later the comms lit up with the data transfer request, which Echo accepted and verified. A display requesting a decryption passphrase popped up; Echo squinted at it, looking uncertain. He tried two different passphrases, neither of which worked. Then his expression lightened with recognition, or maybe understanding, and he typed in a new passphrase. The message decoded with the relevant information.

Echo let out a long, slow breath, nodded at Phee. She looked back at Hondo. “Received.”

He grinned, fingers steepling. “A pleasure doing business, Phee.”

She stared hard at the projection. Was he there, just out of view of the camera, like Echo was? How was that even possible? She wanted to demand he give her some sign, some signal. Though given how Echo looked right now, maybe he already had.

“Yeah, same Hondo,” she said, clicked disconnect.

Voice hushed, shaking, Echo said, “It can’t be him. We saw…” He shut his eyes, shook his head.

Phee swallowed, nauseated. “Is this a trap? Could this be?”

Echo shook his head. “No. Not with that passphrase.” She frowned, and Echo elaborated, “Plan 56 CT-9902. Exfiltration.”

Phee took up the mug of caf, gripped it tight in her hands to stop them from shaking. Echo got up. “I have to find Hunter,” he said, stepping outside. Phee just nodded, her eyes fixed on the spot Hondo’s projection had filled.

#tbb echo #phee genoa #hondo ohnaka #the bad batch fanfic #fanfic #the bad batch #star wars

[arcplaysgames]

THE TENSION IS BAD IN HERE. THE VIBES ARE BAD. BOY FUCKING HOWDY like the way the mob mentality grows so quickly over this cowering man.

It JUST SO HAPPENS that the Midnight Channel comes on and... somehow.... Namatame's Shadow? Starts speaking directly to the team, and talking about how he failed and its their fault but the cops won't be able to keep him anyway?

This shit feels off. This makes me wanna scream. What the actual fuck is the Midnight Channel? Like, images aren't supposed to be clear unless the person is in the TV. Namatame is not. And he's denying the shit the Shadow is saying.

Also like, the game is specific enough to say "Other Namatame" and not "Shadow Namatame."

Hang on, I have literally 6000 screencaps, I need to check something.

Yeah, in other instances, the speaker is plainly stated to be "Shadow NAME," unlike here. But the "Other" Namatame tries to make it seem like Namatame was in his full and understanding mind as he did all this shit.

fucking Naoto points out that we can just kill him here and now. Naoto, usually our voice of reason (and, okay, admittedly also voic eof stupid questions), brings up the idea that we should just ensure justice will be done and kill him now before the guards return.

And oh man, the mood feels like you're holding out a hand to try and slow down a runaway train.

Kanji and Yosuke are gonna kill Namatame until the game gives me the option to talk them down and BOY HOWDY. THIS IS WHERE IT BRANCHES HUH.

FIVE dialogue checks, I think? I almost looked them up but then was like "EH FUCK IT I have a safety save" and I think.... I got the right choices. I really get the feeling if you fail any of these checks, you get a bad end like if you killed Ryoji.

maybe I'll go back and watch that later.

NAOTO, BUDDY, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO HANDED EVERYONE A METHOD TO KILL THIS GUY its fine, we were all upset, everyone makes mistakes. But man, Naoto's still waters run deep and angry, and he's good at making his impulses sound like well-reasoned presumptions. Dangerous.

IRL I was like "Ah, Judgement time?"

YEP. JUDGEMENT TIME. Instead of Investigation Team, we are the Seekers of Truth. Which is a stupid name but I'm just glad we didn't murder a guy.

Outside, everyone tries to basically rewind to reopen the topic of the entire case, from the announcer lady up to Nanako.

Adachi is listening in and man. MAN.

WHAT IS KILLING ME is that I don't fucking trust Adachi even remotely, but like. He's a hapless fucking gofer for the most part.

The only things that really make me distrust him are

some of his line reads really really make me stop and squint at him, and this is a game with frankly impeccable voice direction

he's a stealth asshole and doesn't like people, and it veers from "affable everyman joking about his mean boss" into actual simmering contempt a little too often

that FUCKING moment when he stopped swaying, like he forgot to play the role of a harmless dude for a second

i think he lied about the diary. he says that Namatame made "advances" on Konishi but that doesn't track with what we know.

ryoji vibes

But functionally, so far he has been a decent facilitator to the team, both wittingly and accidentally. I would think he's just being a reasonable, good guy if not for the FUCKING swaying moment that haunts me.

Somewhere, Elsewhere, Teddie is alone on a blank, featureless road, walking.

NANAKO FUCKIGN SURVIVES

I feel like I just matrix-dodged a bullet. Or, five bullets, to be exact. In the bad ending, does Nanako just legit die?

I don't understand what happened here, like how would Teddie even get back to the TV World from here? Did he somehow sacrifice his sit-up-conjured body to save Nanako's life?

Where IIIIIIS HEEEEEEEE.

God this game happens so much.

#p4 #persona liveblog

[thedoodlersdomain]

So, i’m only now just watching ep 26 because I lost motivation to listen for a but BUT IM BACK AND HOLY SHIT. So here’s some live reactions to it:

Bit the inside or my lip while eating from laughing at the mental image of Link trying to do a pull up on the shower curtain and just tanking it

Normal is either gonna rock the style at 24 or it’s gonna look absolutely horrific-

THE BOOING FOR SCARY’S INTRO

I gotta hear the Butthole Ricochet album

Real organ dice would be fucking dope as hell

Ngl I genuinely wanna sign up for organ donation just to get those dice

SELL AN ORGAN FOR THE DICE (honestly i would)

Literally just finished ep 25 before starting this and i’m still in shock about what happened.

The mental image of Willy getting the shit beat out of him is so nice.

I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT HERMIE NO MY BOY

You get a mech suit, you get a mech suit, EVERYONE GETS A MECH SUIT. (Except for May)

oh shit may has magic hell yeah

God if I was frozen in place for two months I genuinely would never recover my fucking body would just stop i would never recover from that pain

gotta shake your head yes and nod it no

grant ;-;-;-;-; someone please get the li-wilson boys therapy

father-son bonding: panic attack pacing

Well now I relate to Taylor more because the feeling of having your braces tightened enough to make you lisp is too real for me that shit hurts so much

Taylor getting his life lessons from anime is literally me as a kid

ANIME ISNT REAL THIS REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF UNDYNE AND ALPHYS IN UNDERTALE

Link now canonically has selective mutism in my mind and no one can convince me otherwise

Does Scary even know where the anchors are though because I thought it was only Normal that knew?

“Anyone can walk back from the darkness.” Ayo Will how can you just say these things and not expect me to be IN PAIN

WAIT TERRY NO OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT HIM KNOWING ABOUT HOLY SHIT

Fucking goof dimension-

THE FART PORTAL

Lark is a mood as always

Sparrow ;-;-;

oh damn Normal-

NOT THE PROBABLY

Aaaaaand end of podcast lmao

Taylor is so fucking extra and I love it so much

ROLL FOR OBNOXIOUSNESS

RUN BITCH RUN

oh shit initiative time

Taylor has 1000% been dreaming of having a break down like that

ethnicity-

Give the white guy the nat 20

FUCKING ICE CLIMBERS IM WHEEZING

LARK ‘THE IMPORTANT ONE’ GARCIA OAK

OOOO ITEM LETS GO

oh shit OH SHIT Y E S

psychologically devastation: the best attack type

Lark has zoomies now

o u c h

LINK AHHHHHHHH

the li-wilson boys need therapy ;-;

oh damn

OH DAMN NO GRANT NO WHY

from nat 1 to nat 20 big up Taylor

OF COURSE HES GONNA NARUTO RUN

yup totally planned difficult terrain

Taylor & Hermie have the best dynamic (still gives me whiplash to know he’s taylor’s uncle)

All hail the whale

MAGIC USER SPARROW

fucking soy boy-

ah yes a kids movie where adults kidnap children

NOT THE EXTRA SOUND EFFECTS

irl dm murder too test the accuracy of an attack is the real dnd life

rip terry ;-;-;-;-;

THE FUCKING CONTENT WARNING

D O M I N O E S

no take backsies

THE PARABLE OF THE ITSY BITSY SPIDER

“anythings a parable if you take the wrong message from it” honestly Anthony do be speaking truth

i’m now evaluating the mental image I had of the whale because for some reason I really have been picturing just like a tiny pokémon sized whale in like a little cuboid fish tank and it’s taken this long for me to be like “oh wait. they said a whale and meant an actual whole ass whale. what the fuck-“

the whale of conflict creation

THE NINJA ROCKS HOLY FUXK (might start caring around ninja rocks in case i ever need to break a whale out of a tank to escape parents trying to stop me from stealing an amplifier with magic)

this entire plan was nearly all for nothing-

i need this episode animated in like a proper tom & jerry style cartoon episode

NATTY 20 HOLY SHIT

this is such a dumb episode i love it

Hermie really said ride or die

Rip the whale

HERMIE NOOOO ;-;-;-;-;

GRIPPY SOCKS

OH SHIT SCARY AND WILLY ARE GOING BIG BROTHER MODE

insight into the mind of taylor swift

BB banana skin marbles gag

ayo is Lark gonna drown-

hermie and taylor drown everyone challenge

LARK’S UNCONSCIOUS IN THE WATER HE’S GONNA DROWN

this episode is so dumb i’m wheezing

GLENN COMING IN FOR THE CLUTCH YES

sparrow please save your brother-

GRANT GOT KNOCKED UP I- what in the DC Joker

LINK JUST HIT PUBERTY WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HIS VOICE FUXKING DROPPED WHAT THE FUCK

i love hermie so much ;-;

THE NO-BETRAYERS CLUB i need merch

link ;-;

oh god what’s gonna happen

somethings gonna happen

JUST TWO CASUAL PEOPLE

OH SHIT WILLY NO

O H M Y. G O D.

TAYLOR

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #ep 26 #live reaction #rambles