#please help this glue is getting EVERYWHERE

[who-is-abnormal]

Stuck in a glue trap?????

WHat?? Me??? Nope. Nuh uh. Not here siree. Not me. Never. I am a glue-free kinda guy

#please help this glue is getting EVERYWHERE

[guttednights]

(𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻) 𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷

warnings: none, just older boyfriend Simon, being older boyfriend Simon.

I can't stop thinking about older boyfriend Simon being like, a dad in the way that he LOVES to craft. Like when you guys bought a new house together he literally told you "It has to have a garage". hell, you didn't complain. whatever kept him busy and happy while he's home on missions is fine with you. And besides it was kinda fun watching him make the garage into some kinda little workshop, with all his expensive tools, toolboxes, saws, woods, metals, honestly whatever was hanging out at his dad's place from when he was younger he was putting in this damn garage. give it 2 days after being home from and mission and he's already having to fix something (which he acts grumpy about it, but he loves doing it). Like most recently when you realized that your favorite shelf in the bathroom had split in half :(. you told him when he came home and a day later he was in the bathroom taking the shelf off the wall and walking to the garage to fix it. he put some wood glue on it, held it in place, and waited a day or so, then boom looks like brand new as he drills it back into place in your bathroom a day later. Fuck if you complain, you think it's hot, the way he can just fix almost anything, and not only that will build almost anything you ask him. And I like to think he is also good with lighting and plumbing, maybe his dad was a plumber and electrician and just taught Simon how to do everything in case one day he has "a pretty little wife to keep care of", and well be it, he did, he had you. One day after he came home, literally was home for like 4- hours before the sink in the bathroom started to flood. you were simply washing your hands when water was everywhere, you panicked and ran to Simon. Hands still sopping from washing them "Baby! The sinks flooding!" of course his natural protective instincts kick in, immediately drying you off first, and pulling you away from the bathroom. he then ran outside and got his wrench and other things to fix the bathroom. fast forward 20 minutes later and he's laying on the wet floor, wrench in hand tightening the faulty tube that has come loose under the sink. "all okay now doll, m'fixed it" *he said getting up and putting his tools back in his small toolbox. he helped you clean up the water with some towels and kissed your head lightly. And of course, on Valentine's Day, he brings you a rose bouquet and hand-built shelves (or whatever you want).

I dont know where this thought came from but I just had to write about it

(PS) i do not know anything about plumbing so please don't roast me if it is not correct thanks

#call of duty #cod x reader #ghost cod #ghost fluff #ghost x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #Older boyfriend ghost #older ghost #ghost dad #task force 141 #cod 141 #mw2 141

[pretend-i-do-not-exist]

Under Spell, Right From The Start

Synopsis: He insists you're nothing special... but if that's the case, why do you cross his mind so often?

Pairing: Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Belphegor × MC (separate)

CW: Gender Neutral MC, You/Yours, Fluff, Crushes, Spoilers for lesson 16 (OG) in Belphie's part, A smidge of angst in Belphie and a drop of it in Satan's too bc I couldn't resist

A/N: HEY HI!! So this is my first post, for this fandom specifically, and I'm still trying to grasp my writing style, so I apologise if it's a bit everywhere and not the best. However, if you do enjoy this trainwreck that I call writing, feel free to leave me a request. I'd really love to see some :]]] Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and HAPPY VALENTINES DAY ♡

Lucifer:

How could this be? The Avatar of Pride falling for a mere human? Impossible. He would never.

...Is what he said initially.

Over time, he found himself craving your presence

There was something about you that had him absolutely enthralled

Maybe it was the way you convinced him to take breaks

Or maybe it was the comfortable silence you settled in

You were doing your own things, but... doing them together? Even better.

Perhaps it was the way you learned to manage his brothers

#singlemomgetsabreak

That's a lie. He never gets a break.

#justiceforsinglemom

Now, you could manage his brothers

That doesn't mean you were always going to do it

He insists you're giving him grey hairs

But he enjoys having you around

And he cared for you, more than he wanted to admit to himself.

You're part of the family, after all :)

Mammon:

Pf- please. He's modelled for the biggest brands and has been on the covers of magazines.

He's got a line of demons waiting for him, and you think he'd get hung up on you? Yeah, right.

And he's definitely not trying to grab your attention when you join him for his photoshoots

And he'd never get pouty when you can't hang out with him because you've already made plans

Why should he care?

Oh, but he'd give anything for your attention

MC, he quite literally will run across the Devildom for you if you call

He's your first!

If he isn't by your side, and you aren't by his, then what's he gonna do??

He's greedy. That's what he is.

He's the Avatar of Greed, and you're his most valuable treasure.

Satan:

He has his books, he has his knowledge, and he's very content with it all

The last thing he needs is anyone disturbing that peace for him.

But... you.

He strangely likes his peace even more when you're there?

You could both be doing your own things in mutual silence or you could be talking about a new book the two of you are reading (that is if you like reading)

You make him feel even more at peace than if he was on his own

Then it hits him, he doesn't enjoy your presence, he enjoys you.

He's thinking about you when he's reading a new novel

Imagining you both as the protagonists because he's shaking the thought out of his head

Because you wouldn't want that, would you?

He's taking his time doing more and more little things for you

Annotating books

Letting you borrow books from him

Recommending books to you

It's all worth it to see that smile on your face

He just didn't realise it then

Belphegor:

He hates humans and you're no exception.

He just needs to get out of this stupid attic

Then he'll show them all

He's said it before and will continue to say it: this exchange program is a bad idea

... Because he's met you.

You're ruining this for him, I mean why do you have to be so beautiful?

Why do you have to be so nice?

Why are you so eager to help him?

You don't know how he's...

It. Doesn't. Matter.

You're human.

That's not gonna change.

Even after the murder, he finds his thoughts recircling

You- you're forgiving him? After everything? How??

More importantly, why does his heart swell with hope?

Hope that things can work out between you two

It's a crazy dream of his, that's for sure

Speaking of dreams, you're frequenting them more and more

He thought that it would be the opposite but boy was he wrong

His dreams are simultaneously becoming his worst nightmares because as sweet as they are while he's asleep...

Nothing quite dispels that feeling of disappointment when he wakes up again and you're not there.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me belphie x reader #obey me mammon x reader #omswd #obey me shall we date #Spotify

[justcallmesakira]

Bsd men with a childish s/o:

Sypnosis: how they go on with their day with you :333

Genre: crack, low key fluff

Warnings: mention of roblox, McDonald's, LOADS of blasting stuff, torturing Mexican man, war flashbacks

Dazai-

• one word, power couple (more like powerblasting the agency every couple of hours)

• he absolutely loves your childish demeanor, like bro you saw how he acts? He gives undeveloped 22 year old man and so do you🙃

•anyways he actually enjoys your company, your cute little childish acts and stuff

• ex: blasting the electricity cables of Yokohama, drawing silly little Sanrio doodles everywhere, going ":3"after cutely making the enemy go insane etc.

•honestly he would definitely take you to the playground instead of a fancy restaurant 😘👍

•probably swings with you on the swings •"Couple found playing in a children's playground before getting hit in the anal by lighting"

•bro he would go with your childish and stopid tactics😰😰😰

• "omg let's make a paper boat and ride it down the river😍😍🤩😘😘🥰" "anything for you babygorilla😏😈😈😈😽😼"

•like seriously though the agency actually worries, not for dazai but for when he gaslights you with a lollipop into committing double-plugging each other off

•he still enjoys your childish antics, you would go with a cute Lil face doing dumb stuff and he will just watch you with soften eye

•anyways you two have matching energy but unless your in real danger he's not saving you... He's joining you😰😰😨

Chuuya-

•hahh....

•he's so done with you

•you would act so silly and chilly that's he's gonna get literally WAR flashbacks (dazai I am lookin at you and your little lighter🤨🤨

•when ever he took you to McDonald's you would ask the employee for extra sauce and he would ask "why would you want extra sau- AND WHY ARE WE IN MCDONALD'S ORDERING HAPPY Meals????!!!" *slurps down every sauce packet* "it's for the toy, chuuya"

•he totally not traumatized by your tactics <33

•poor chuuya he just wants to have a nice romantic bath with you and there you are with rubber ducks and balls everywhere

•"darling Ily but why the hell did you stick rubber ducks on your body with Elmer's glue? 😃" -chuuya probably

•even during hard missions your so unserious😭

•it's scares him how goofy your are during a shooting..... *flashback*

•he wants to put like a dog leash on you so I don't wander off Dora the explorer live action (NO YALL NOT IN THAT Way) •chuuya=🙅 you begging him to buy a children's kitchen set= 💁‍♀️🔪🍳.

•he genuinely likes your sweet little innocent side

•whenever he's tired of babysit-- I mean taking care of you he takes you to kouyou and goes 🕳️🎢 'bye'

•HELP AUTOMOTIVE BIBI FOGASA STARTED PLAYING-😰😰😰

•he still cares for you especially when you are tired and fell asleep he would carry you to the bedroom and sleep with your head on his shoulder and him giving you a soft smile :)

•just don't remind him of a certain someone.... 🤕

Fyodor-

•he doesn't know why he picked up a street dawg like you

•careful who U call street dog before I leave you on the streets😃

•you and gogol would do stupid stuff in his room, run around playing tag all over his office and there he is with his silly little discord mod on his computer (fyodor please get your rusty ass off from that computer)

•you actually like his goofy cartoon mouse logo and made merch out of his organization 😘😘😘

•"myshka, why are you wearing my organization's shirt and a-" "shhhh- I am promoting your company" "what"

•he's just like chuuya but calmer and is questioning how you can act so carefree while he's brutally torturing a Mexican man

•LEAVE THE MEXICAN MAN ALONE FYODOR-🇲🇽

•still he buys you those kitchen set toys so you won't scream "shimmy shimmy ya" during the Doa meetings😃😃😃

•it's actually kinda sweet bcs of the dynamic you share like-- cold x cheerful

•you begged him to play roblox with you

•"I have work to do" "you can blast people in this game" "..."

•"yadayadaya safusafusafu" -you

•he likes your cheery mess but keep it at an extent before he sends you to the adoption center

•ADOPTION CENTER KINK---

A/N: I am sorry this is bad but it's my first post so please be patient I will start a writing blog with rules and all ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Divider crds: /@junkyukim on pinterest

#dazai x reader fluff #Dazai x reader #Chuuya x reader fluff #Chuuya x reader #Fyodor x reader fluff #Fyodor x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #Bsd men #bsd hcs #Bsd fluff #Crack #crack fic #crackship #bsd crack #Funny #Dazai crack #Chuuya crack #Fyodor crack #sakiras writing notebook!!!

[robinhobiii]

The Truth Untold

CEO! Jeonghan

Y/n’s son goes missing and there’s only 13 suspects that last seen her son. One of them happens to be her husband, Jeonghan.

Bad clue inspired

It has been approximately three months since Jeongmin was last seen. Y/n was restless. Her beautiful baby boy was missing and she was a wreck. What made it worse was that fact that her husband, CEO Yoon Jeonghan, was not really bothered by the fact that he was missing.

Where was the caring father that he showed Jeongmin? Where the loving man that put his family first?

She was anxious and nervous by this. It’s as if her status as a detective meant nothing in this moment. The court and other officials forbade her from digging into the case. This was a family related case and she wasn’t allowed to have any bias towards anyone.

That caused her to get even more mad. No matter what, she’ll find her precious baby boy.

. . .

She decided to visit an old friend. A friend that go way beyond her and Jeonghan’s history together.

“Hmm~ What’s this? Miss goodie two shoes at my office~?”

She looked almost defeated as she had to ask him for help.

“Seokjin, please help me”

Kim Seokjin. A man that has so many underground connections, that even he forgets who he knows. They coincidentally met one night when his wife was kidnapped and he had to turn to a real detective instead of intel from the mafia organizations. Her time and devotion to find his wife was admirable to him that he kept her around for certain small tasks. However, Y/n distances herself from him as the rise of scandals among officials were coming out at a rapid speed. She didn’t want to harm her or his reputation so she kept a safe distance from him. His, obnoxious behavior, seems to have never changed like all those years ago.

“My, my~ you seem so desperate. What’s the special occasion~?”

She looked to the side and sighed. She didn’t want to regret this but he was making a bit difficult to not.

“My son is missing and the court is not really taking it seriously.”

His eyebrow quirked up as he smirked slightly.

“So I’ve heard. Well then, what’s my repayment?”

“Jin, you still owe me for helping you find your wife all those years ago”

He heartily laughed as his smirked broadens.

“You’re right I suppose. However, your husband is a very powerful man. If we get caught, it’ll only plummet you and your career as detective. I’m protected by Mafia Law. Only you know how your husband acts so proceed with caution. You’re aware of all this right?”

She nodded. “I know. I’m ready to take any precautions moving forward. Just please help me find him”

“Very well then Miss Y/n, it’s a pleasure to work with you again.”

He shook her hand to seal the deal.

. . .

It’s been officially four months since her son has been missing. Her and Jin were able to list out 13 possible candidates that could’ve known what happened to her son.

One and two. Choi Seungcheol and Lee Jihoon.

Business partners and close childhood friends. Stick together like glue and never make a decision without consulting each other. They own the music academy that Jeongmin used to attend.

Three and four. Lee Seokmin and Boo Seungkwan.

Both music teachers at Jeongmin’s music academy. Jeongmin often spent extra time after classes to stay with either one of them for extra practice.

Five. Seo Myungho.

His personal bodyguard slash butler that has been assigned by Jeonghan to protect Jeongmin. He’s almost everywhere with Jeongmin and does almost everything with him.

Six and seven. Lee Chan and Kwon Soonyoung.

Both run a dance studio that the music teachers frequent. They’ve been seen with Jeongmin plenty of times.

Eight and nine. Joshua Hong and Hansol Chwe.

They both are assistants to Yoon Jeonghan and Lee Jihoon respectively. They seems to be very close despite working at two separate companies.

Ten. Jeon Wonwoo.

Personal tutor and mentor of Jeongmin. Spend a lot of time with Jeongmin after school and often takes him out for ice cream as a reward.

Eleven and twelve. Kim Mingyu and Moon Junhwi.

Personal chefs at the Yoon residents. Often seen with Jeongmin making dinner or desserts. They always take him out to fields and farms to let him pick fresh vegetables and fruits of his liking.

Thirteen. Yoon Jeonghan.

Jeongmin’s father and Y/n’s Husband. A wealthy and power man that over looks almost all of Korea’s wealth. His influence is unmatched and he knows it. He was the last official person to ever see Jeongmin before he went missing.

. . .

She dissected through their entire schedule. Making notes and comments about their daily lives. She needs to see a solid pattern before making any assumptions about any of them. Her increasing anxiety was keeping her on edge.

Jeonghan seemed to have noticed this slight change in her. He watched her look out into the calm and cool night from the balcony. He hugged her from behind and rested his chin in her neck.

“You okay baby?”

She only hummed a response and continue looked at the night scene.

“You know everyone’s trying their best to find Jeongmin. Don’t you worry your pretty little head. He’ll be back before you know it.” He says as he gently kissed down her neck.

“Are they really? It’s been four months Jeonghan. I want my son now.”

“Shh, honey. He’ll be back before we even know it. We’ll see the truth behind his disappearance and everything will be fine”

Oh, how true this statement is. However, the outcome is not what is to be expected.

. . .

Her eyes raked through the various pages of information about these men. Their every move and decision was document. What was the cause of this?

How are these men connected?

Do they really know what happens to Jeongmin?

These questions and thoughts are flooding her brain. She constantly is reminded that her beautiful son is not with her and it kills her everyday.

Her husband doesn’t seem to be bothered by their son’s disappearance. It irks her so much as he doesn’t care about their only son’s disappearance.

To be continue. . .

. . .

Hi! This is my first time doing any type of series! I really like the bad clue series from going seventeen and I wanted to make something inspired by it. This had been in my draft for months now and I just wanted to get something out already, lol. I honestly don’t know how long this will take, or how many parts there might be. So, I hope you enjoy as I write this.

Thank you ♡

#svt jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan #seventeen jeonghan #jeonghan x y/n #seventeen x reader #svt joshua #seungkwan #svt dino #svt junhui #dokyeom #jihoon x reader #svt vernon #seventeen #seventeen hoshi #svt hoshi #svt jun #svt scoups #vernon x reader #svt jeon wonwoo #svt kim mingyu #svt minghao #svt woozi #jihoon #dino x y/n #lee chan #svt wonwoo #svt dk #seventeen angst

[yusalterego]

Intruder; Choi San

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.668

warnings: gunplay (he puts it in her pussayyyy), dub con (with a plot twist), manhandling, dom!san, sub!reader, blowjob, deep troathing, facial, nipple!play, slight violence, russian roulette is mentioned, reader cries, daddy!kink, reader doesn't cum!!!!, he spits in her mouth, degradation, i think i forgot something but the heavier stuff is all here!

smut under the cut

as soon as you step inside your house after a hard day at work you breath in oxygen mixed with relief.

"What a fucking day."

taking your shoes off, you put them in their respective place next to the door. you then make your way to the kitchen, not even bothering with making yourself something to eat but instead going directly for the red wine in the fridge and pouring yourself a glass.

you roll your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of your aching joints and then finally take a sip of the strong liquid, putting the glass back down on the counter.

"I'm too fucking stressed." you sigh out, mumbling to yourself.

"i think i can help with that." a soft voice whispers in your ear.

you immediately freeze in your place, a strong feeling of dread rising within you and making you pale in an istant.

you try to scream your lungs out but as soon as a half sound comes out of your mouth a strong gloved hand is immediately slapping against it, muffling everything you're trying to let out.

your aggressor's other hand comes around your waist, holding you in place against his chest.

"Silly little girl...no one ever told you not to leave your door unlocked?"

tears sting at your eyes as his hands starts to wander everywhere.

"Did your mommy never tell you about big bad boys hurting little girls like you? I guess you might need a lesson."

you cry out the moment you feel his hand leaving your mouth in favor of holding something cold against your head.

"Make a fucking sound and i'll blow your brains out."

You grimace in terror as you feel the metal press against your temple, muffling out a small sob threatening to come out of your mouth.

"to the bedroom." he orders, pushing you around until he finds what he is looking for.

As soon as you're both inside the room he pushes you against the bed as if you were a ragdoll, and locks the door behind him.

San looks at you as if he's calculating something scary, something macabre that will most likely hurt you.

"take your shirt off." he orders.

you sit up with blurry eyes and a wobbly mouth, holding the edge of your shirt with your trembling fingers.

"please.." you sob out, wanting to keep your decency.

He immediately walks over to you, taking a big chunk of your hair in his hand and pulling at it, making you wince in pain and causing some tears to spill out of your eyes.

you don't even notice your thighs rubbing against themselves under your skirt.

"I said off. Don't make me repeat myself."

He lets go of your hair and stands back straight, waiting for you to comply.

You lower your gaze ashamedly as you start pulling your top off of your upper body, leaving it bare for him to see.

his eyes immediately glue to your hardening nipples as he licks his lips. His hands fiddle with the loaded gun, aching to make you quiver under him.

you squirm under his gaze and lower your eyes to the bed, ashamed of the way your panties are starting to get way too wet.

San gets closer to your form, watching how you curl in on yourself.

"Don't be so shy doll..I'm gonna take good care of you." He lets out in the sweetest tone he could ever use and you would have almost believed him if it weren't for the gun in his hand and the crazed look in his eyes.

he raises your chin forcing you to look at him and then orders "open up", nudging your lip with one of his fingers.

You hesitate but do so anyways out of fear, not expecting his next move.

San suddenly moves the hand holding his gun closer to your face, shoving the muzzle past your lips and down your throat.

"go ahead" he says with a sadistic smirk stretching on his face "make it nice and wet"

you try your hardest not to choke on the gun but it's basically impossible with it fitted so deep inside your mouth.

more tears threaten to fall on your lashline as you look up at him with a face full of desperation, trying to suppress a moan as he pinches one of your nipples with his free hand.

"such a good little slut, that's what you are right? making daddy feel so proud uh? c'mon suck on it"

you whine a bit as he forces the gun deeper inside your mouth, and hollow your cheeks the best you can, trying to follow his order.

your tears start spilling as soon as the back of your troath comes in contact with the metal, and you try to suppress your gag reflex.

San watches with admiration in his eyes as he has you so pliant and submissive before him, a sight he would've never expected to see.

deciding to let his impatience rule over him, he finally frees your troath from the gun, watching as it shines so prettily with your spit.

"You did good doll, now you deserve a reward."

You look at him with a completely lost expression, waiting for his next move which turns out to be as unpredictable as his previous ones.

"Lean back and open your legs."

He guides you into position, additionally flipping up your skirt so it displayes your now ruined pair of panties.

"Tch...you got this wet from choking on a loaded gun? You must be as crazy as me baby."

You bite your lip out of embarassment, trying your best to keep your eyes planted on the sheets of the bed rather than him, not noticing him sliding off both of his gloves.

San uses his free hand to caress your thigh slowly, tracing patterns on it but never getting close enough to where you need it the most.

As he reaches the juncture between your core and your thigh, you shudder softly, almost letting out a sound you didn't even know you had been holding back.

He then gets closer to you, his face coming to rest right in front of yours with his hand still wandering on you thighs.

"What is it? mh? is kitten impatient?"

He suddenly cups your pussy through your underwear, feeling the wet patch of fabric under his naked palm.

"Does kitten like being handled like this by a bad big man? You were waiting for this weren't you? Going out at night all alone in a skimpy skirt and those pretty tits barely covered."

You whimper slightly, trembling against him, as he uses his index finger to lightly trace circles on your clit.

"Look at you, letting a stranger touch you and feeling pleasure from it. You really are a slut."

He smirks slightly as he watches your teary eyes quiver under his hard ones.

"Don't worry baby, daddy will take good care of you."

somehow you managed to forget about the gun in his hand for a few seconds, but feeling it now, pressed against your core, makes you shiver again in fear.

"Please..not there." You whisper out in the smallest voice possible.

"Why baby? don't want daddy to make you feel good? you even got it all wet for me." He fake pouts, just to mock you, to show you how mean he can be, but you don't let up and let out another small "please.."

San clicks his tongue before roughly handling and moving you in a different position, bending you over with your ass staying in the air.

"Stupid slut, thinks she can decide what i should do to her."

He roughly shoves your panties to the side, before sliding the gun's muzzle from you clit to your entrance, making you whine out from the stimulation.

His other hand tangles inside your hair, pushing your head against your pillow.

"Ever heard of the russian roulette baby? Why don't we try it out?"

San laughs sadistically as he hears you whimper loudly, shaking with a few sobs but not daring to say a word, your pussy quivering slightly and clenching on nothing.

"I'm just kidding doll"

He then suddenly trusts the muzzle of the gun inside your opening, fitting it all the way down, as deep as it can go.

You moan out loud at the feeling of the metal pressing against your sensitive walls and hitting just the right spot, sparks of arousal surrounding all your body.

He thrusts the gun in and out of your pussy as he gently takes one of your tits inside his other hand, pinching your nipple just to watch you squirm even more under him.

"You're fucking perfect baby, such a sweet angel for me."

Your cries become louder as he increases his pace, the pleasure becoming too much and not enough at the same time.

"San-i...please."

"Please what sweetheart?"

You whine with cheeks red from embarassment, not wanting to ask out loud for it.

"You..know what" you whimper out with a muffled voice, your words getting trapped inside the sheets of the bed.

"I think you're going a bit out of character baby..I might need to remind you who's in charge here."

He immediately removes the gun from your warmth, making you cry out louder than before at the loss of stimulation.

He pushes you against the bed, making you sit up and then roughly shoves you off it saying "get on your fucking knees"

San has a hold on the back of your neck, as he guides to sit at his feet.

He stands tall, towering over you, as he looks at you with dark eyes, the gun still in his hand and glistening in your arousal.

He points it at your head, not caring for your hair getting dirty and sticky, and gestures with his other hand to his growing crotch.

"nuzzle on it."

You immediately move your head to bury your nose in the fabric of his pants, feeling his length pressing against it.

"Look at you kitten, you look like you might start purring."

You look up at him with big innocent eyes, as your cheek rests against his covered dick, his gun still pointing at your forehead.

His smirk only grows as he watches you wait for his next order.

"Take it out baby."

You scramble with trembling fingers to undo the zioper of his pants and shove his boxer out of the way, watching as his dick grazes your cheek and stands tall against his covered abdomen.

your mouth waters at the sight of his swollen and red tip, already anticipating the heaviness of it on your tongue.

He uses his free hand to get ahold of the base, slapping your cheeks with it and then your lips. He positions his dick right on the side of your face, smirking in satisfaction as he notices his length almost reaching your hairline.

"I'm too big for your small little face uh? Guess i'll have to train your pretty throath before it can fit in all the way."

He then smears your lips with his precum, tapping his tip a few times against them.

You immediately open your mouth at the gesture, sticking your tongue out and patiently waiting for his next move.

He spits in your mouth and roughly shoves his length down your throat, not even making you able to process both the heaviness of his saliva and his dick on your tongue.

Keeping the gun pointed at your head he uses his other hand to hold the back of your troath, snapping his hips against your mouth, not even slightly worried about the lack of oxygen inside your body.

You suppress a gag as his tip repeatedly hits the back of your troath, trying to stay as still as possible to let him have his way with you.

"Fucking perfect, you're the best mouth i've ever fucked."

Your eyebrows furrow as a snarky remark rises up in your troath, but it's unfortunately blocked by his heaviness working is way inside it and abusing it.

he realizes what he sayd and immediately looks down at your annoyed eyes.

"not that i've tried many." he clairifies, suddenly getting out of character.

Your hand hits is thigh in a reprimanding way, and he inmediately picks up his pace again, not ever letting up and giving you the chance to take a breath.

"Fuck i'm close baby, you're fucking perfect like this."

He lets go of his gun and throws it on the bed, in favour of moving your strands of hair out of your eyes with a caress.

"Where do you want it? On your face? I'll fucking paint you with my cum baby. Wanna make you my personal artwork."

He throws his head back as his thrusts become sloppy and go a bit out of rythm and as you feel his cock twitch inside your mouth he immediately pulls out and starts jerking it in front of your face.

You finally breath in, almost choking on your oxygen as you close your eyes, anticipating what's to come.

His seed hits your face and your open and panting mouth as San grunts out in pleasure, completely lost in the sight of your face covered in white.

"Oh fuck, baby, fuck."

His cum keeps on seeping out of his tip, as you wait patiently for everything he has to give you.

As the last drop of his pleasure comes out and hits a strand of your hair, he lets his neck drop back and caresses the back of your head in a loving manner, not even noticing how your eyes are forced closed as you're trying to avoid going blind in your left eye.

you swallow the drops inside your mouth and clean your lips the best you can. "San-i..could you get me a tissue?" You ask in a hoarse and small voice, feeling your throat burn from the beating it received earlier.

He immediately looks down at you, now noticing the drop of cum threatening to pass through your eyelashes, and rushes to his side of the bed, almost falling on his ass as he tries to get his pants back on and muttering out a small "oh shit."

He gets to gently clean your eyelid from his seed, then passing to your cheeks, your foreahead and your chin.

"Want some water?" He asks gently, throwing the dirty tissue to the side.

You nod, watching as he rises up to his feet and rushes to the kitchen, disappearing from your eyesight. You sit down on the ground, looking at the mirror on your left and taking in your disheleveled appearance.

"Here." He says as he passes you the glass and watches as you gulp it down in one go, clearing your troath as soon as the taste of his cum has left your mouth.

"So, how was it? I tried to follow the script as much as possible but i think i forgot about a few things and.."

You let a satisfactory smile curl on your lips, loving how dependent he is on your approval.

"You were good. I could have never imagined hearing you call yourself daddy but apart from that, it was perfect. You kind of got out of character once or twice but i guess i can pass on it."

You let your arms go around his neck, leaving a small peck on his lips as he pouts slightly.

"did you enjoy yourself?" you ask in a low voice.

"I did, but i still don't think i'm a good dom. I think you suit the role way better."

You smirk, grabbing a chunk of his hair and pulling his mouth to yours. You let him kiss you for a few seconds before forcing your mouths apart while pulling on his hair.

"Yeah? You think so? Then why don't you use this pretty mouth and make mommy cum?".

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thx for reading!!!

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[babygirl-riley]

I’m sorry

Simon got shot and you don’t know if you can help

I saw this tik tok and now you all get to suffer 🧍🏻‍♀️

“Take me from the dark, from the dark. I ain’t gonna make it myself.”

Warnings: angst, violance, blood, mentions of death, swearing, mentions of smut

Pt. 2

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The groaning, the panting, the moans. Usually they would be good memories, memories that you would have with Simon pinning you against a wall or bed. Intertwining each other, his cock hitting your sponge spot. Those were the moans you loved hearing.

These ones however made your skin crawl. Hurt. Wanting to die. You don’t know what happened. One moment both you and Simon were overlooking a base full of Russians and next you were attacked. Surrounded as you called to Laswell that you were falling back then the deafening shot.

Simon fell, still, no movement. You screamed as you shot out and dragged him to a safe spot. After what felt like hours that you got him up and ran into the trees, he woke up. Gargling. Mumbling. Screaming. Blood spurt in different places. His leg, arm, side, it seem to be everywhere.

You thanked the gods that you found safety. Abandoned cabin, miles and miles away from the base. Hoping they don’t find you both. You broke into the house placing Simon on the old couch. “Stay with me baby.” You cried running around the home stealing rags, sheets, clothes, anything that could cover the blood.

“Y/n…” He couldn’t finish your name.

“Shut up Simon.” You yelled as you ripped open drawers trying to find anything to sew him back up.

ANYTHING! Duck tape, string, fuck GLUE just anything! You ran to him running with arms full of shit. You look up at his mask, his eyes blank. You ripped your helmet off and gloves, tearing the sheet first. You started his leg, tying the top of his thigh to stop the bleeding. He moaned moving his head over.

Your eyebrows kneaded together as you started his arm. You pulled out your knife looking at his vest. You had to, you had to rip his clothes. He would be cold you have to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You cried ripping his top part off.

The blood seeping, you pressed on that first. His eyes gazed over towards you looking at you. You didn’t notice that he tried to reach for you. It wouldn’t stop you tried putting more and more on. “I don’t know what to do,” You cried placing a hand on his mouth having him face you. “Tell me what to do! Simon please!” You screamed watching his eyes roll and tears edging to come out.

Simon didn’t know what to do. Everything was on fire but at the same time no pain was there. He was dying he knew of it. Simon begged with his eyes to have you stop. To hold him. He was fucking terrified. He was terrified of leaving you here alone with his dead body. He was afraid of you crying and screaming in agony. He was afraid to have you left alone with their child at home. He was afraid of not growing old with you. He was afraid…

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I don’t know what to do! I…FUCK! Please Simon just stay awake!” He grabbed your hand trying to call you down as you sobbed. Wanting your hand to stay right there, he could feel you, he could feel that heat. Your touch. God he will miss it. He felt his face change about to cry. About to mourn for you. He didn’t want to leave you. You shook your head, slowly and gently ripping his hand off so you could work. He wanted to cry, the loss of your hand was something that just made him so upset.

Hold me y/n. Please just hold me. Need you to hold me. Simon wanted to yell at you to do it. He just wants to feel you one last time, just like how he did the first time he did. Simon wanted to feel your curves, you warmth. That would have him get closer to death happily. Not scared.

“Simon stay the fuck awake!” You yelled. It startled him, he never head you yell at him like that. Only to rookies. Did he try to close his eyes. Maybe. He just wants to be held. He needs you.

Stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake. That is all he could think. Watching you work on him. Please stay awake Simon. Blood covered his mask and face from you holding it for a moment. Your hands stained with his blood. Covered that silver band. The band that bonded you both now stained in a horrible memory.

Sickness and in health. God he wanted to laugh. You are right here through this “sickness,” watching him die. Fuck there was a lot of blood not in him, he could feel it too. Simon wanted to help, wanted to speak. Ease the tension. But he couldn’t.

He felt himself slipping. “Why won’t it fucking stop! Come on Simon just stay awake!” You snapped your head over making sure he was awake. Alive.

Simon blinked making an indication he was breathing. You couldn’t stop crying yet you couldn’t stop putting pressure on his wound. You need it to stop. You need it to keep staying inside of him. You need him alive.

Your child needs to see him again. To hold him. To make more memories with. You looked back up at him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Simon,” You yelled him jolting a bit. “Stay awake, please don’t.”

Simon looked down at you, sympathy behind them. God you wanted to slap it off cause it’s like he knew he was dying showing you that he loves you. Saying goodbye. “Hold…” He coughed, you could hear the blood in his mouth. “Hold me.”

You shook your head. “Stop that. Stop that right now,” You cried looking back at the wound. “You’ll be fine.”

Simon sighed, he knew he would be doing the same. Wanting to keep the blood down instead of holding you. To keep you alive. It’s just the feeling of his soul leaving. He wanted to feel you as he let himself go. You just were stubborn, refused for him to go. Refusing to come for terms with him dying.

Simon inhaled deeply, there it is. Is this what it felt when a reaper came to grab you? Is this how it felt when his soul was cutting the last strings. He was tired. God he was so tired. Simon watched as your face changed to hope but it could be too late. He can feel himself slipping.

“You’re going to be okay,” You said sobbing once more. “It’s going to be…”

That’s when your voice disappeared, he can see you as you got up running around to finally get your hands on duck tape. You smiled, seemed like you laughed. It’s too late baby. Was all he thought. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. He said to himself. I tried I really tired.

You wrapped the duck tape around him holding the sheet down. You worked on the other wounds, placing other pieces in them holding them down with duck tape. You wiped your arm from the sweat and tears. You laughed, you got them to stop. You looked at Simon smiling at him, hoping to celebrate with him. Soon it dropped. Everything.

“Simon,” You asked watching his eyes start to close, trying to stay open. “Baby please I got it to stop,” You placed your bloody hand on his cheek, this time he wasn’t grabbing it. Panic ran through your veins. “No nononononono! I got it to stop!”

You shook him a bit with no movement, his eyes rolling close. “I’m sorry no! Please! It’s not too late baby! Please please! Simon stay with me! I can’t loose you!”

You shook him once more looking around for more wounds. There were no other ones. Maybe you didn’t weren’t attentive to the other wounds? You sobbed as you looked around his body. “Please Simon,” You begged looking back at him, he was pale, lose of blood can do that. “Simon I’m sorry! Please. I am so sorry! I…Oh my god no.”

Your mind went blank as you leaned back on your legs. He can’t be gone. Not him please. He has to come home in no body bag. Warm not cold. Holding you. Holding him. Holding your child. You thought of ways of telling your child how daddy’s isn’t coming home. How it is just mommy and him. No daddy. You shook your head. This was the last assignment. Last loose end of their career.

You were suppose to grow old together. Have grandchildren. Have more children even. Grow old without the fucking SAS career. You gasped as you looked around you are alone. He isn’t here. He is gone. You cried and cried begging. Apologizing. This is your fault. It should have been you. Not him. Your veins went cold seeing his body still.

Just check. He could be alive, just slowly breathing. Barely alive. You sat up slowly, shakily placed your fingers against his pulse. “Please baby please.”

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[pup-writes-agere]

Can you do a CG Sun FNAF headcanons please?

CG Sundrop Headcanons!

Note: I used he/they pronouns for sun!

Even though they are very hyper Sun is very good and toning it down for your nap times or when you’re cranky and need support

Sun is used to all sorts of nicknames from the kids so he’s fine with whatever you choose to call them!

Gets a bit flustered at first if you call them Dada, or Daddy (that’s a pretty rare nickname he doesn’t get often) but he gets used to it and goes along with it

He has so many hidden stashes of crayons and pacifiers and all sorts of stuff literally everywhere

Sun is understandably scared of the dark but he desperately wants to be with you during your naps so they get you a little sleep mask to wear so it can still be light in the room!

Loves to play all sorts of games with you! (Except hide and seek! He’d get so scared if their sunshine disappeared!)

Their favorite game to play with you is I spy! He likes to see if he can stump you, but you always end up stumping him.

“Something red and yellow.. Oh Little One, I have no idea!! Tell me!… my pants!! Oh my goodness that’s such a good one why didn’t I think of that-“

If you have sensory sensitivity he is very understanding and will do their best to talk to the other animatronics to make the pizza plex more enjoyable for you.

“Come on, Kiddo! Music Man has a special lullaby show just for you! I helped set it up!”

He insists on holding your hand everywhere because they like to make sure you’re never alone, being alone can be scary!

They love you so much, he’ll even let you put stickers and glitter glue on him! As long as you help with clean up afterwards

“That’s right Smartie Pants! We have to make sure we get all cleaned up before we do anything else! Can you help me?”

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[kazmura-archived]

lazy mornings

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ yeonjun x fem, 0.3k, est relationship fluff, ‎‎‎ early morning love is the best kind, especially when sleepy yeonjun is being clingier then ever

› tubatu collection

Yeonjun was a person who craved intimacy and physical touch. His desire to be close to you was constant, whether it was the wrapping of his arms around your waist or the tangle of his legs with yours. He never wanted to be far away from you, and when the two of you were at home, he would do everything in his power to keep you close.

Every morning you would wake up feeling trapped, with Yeonjun clinging to your waist in a vice-like grip. It was as if he never wanted to let you go, he'd super glue you together if you'd let him. But when you tried to push him away, you were quickly reminded of your difference in strength.

On a beautiful Saturday morning, you woke up early with Yeonjun's arm draped over your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. Not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber, you carefully extricated yourself from his grasp and slipped out.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you heard Yeonjun stir behind you. "Where are you going?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Just to the kitchen to make some breakfast," you replied, turning to look at him.

His lazy smile made your heart skip a beat. "Can I come with you?" he asked.

You nodded, and the two of you made your way to the kitchen. Yeonjun sat on the counter as you cooked, rubbing his eyes in attempt to wake up.

As you cooked breakfast, Yeonjun watched you with a sleepy gaze, occasionally stretching his arms and legs. You couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked in the morning light.

After a few minutes, Yeonjun hopped off the counter and came over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"I love you," he whispered, his breath tickling your skin.

You turned around in his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I love you too," you replied, pressing your lips to his.

As you pulled away, Yeonjun's eyes sparkled mischievously. "You know what we should do?" he asked.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Let's make breakfast in bed," he said with a grin.

You couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion. "I don't think that's a good idea, Yeonjun. We'll get crumbs everywhere."

He pouted, but you could see the twinkle in his eye. "Please? Just this once?"

You relented, knowing how much he loved being playful. "Okay, but you have to help me carry everything."

Yeonjun beamed and quickly grabbed a tray. Together, you both piled on pancakes, eggs, and fruit onto the tray and made your way back to bed.

As you sat back against the pillows, Yeonjun arranged the tray in front of you both. He poured some syrup onto his pancakes and began to eat, smiling contentedly.

You watched him, feeling grateful for the simple moments like this. It was moments like these that made your heart swell with love.

As you both finished, he leaned over and kissed you again. "Thank you for making this morning so special," he whispered.

You smiled back at him. "Thank you for always making every moment special jun."

With that, you both settled back against the pillows, enjoying the lazy morning together.

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[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice <3)

• Characters: Shuntarō Chishiya, fem!Reader

• Genre: smut

• Warning: sexual content, explicit content

Relax

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Nothing is going as you want it to. The last game was way worse than you expected, Hatter died and Aguni did become the new leader which means all of the Militants act even more like scumbags than they already did before. It is a disaster.

Since then minutes you walk up and down in Chishiyas room, cursing anyone and everyone and spreading your despair everywhere. Chishiya meanwhile sits on his desk, glueing a water pistol and a lighter together with duct tape.

„Could you please stop running around like a wild goose? It gets annoying“, he says not looking away from his work. With a loud sigh you fall on the bed. „I‘m sorry“, you respond. „It’s just… I don’t know.“

With a short gaze over his shoulder Chishiya eyes you, seeing how tense and stiff your muscles are. Without a word he puts his selfmade flamethrower down, stands up and walks up to you.

„Relax (y/n)“, he speaks as he sits down. Slender fingers find their way over your back to your hip, resting there and encourage you to let your guard a bit down. „Too much stress can make you sick“, Chishiya continues.

You sigh again and lean your whole weight against him. „How the fuck am I supposed to relax?“ After you ask that Chishiyas lips quickly make their way to your cheek and then to your lips. Another sigh, this time a relieved one, escapes your lungs as you melt into his touch. He pushes he over so you lay on the bed and climbs on top of you. „Focus on that“, he whispers and moves slightly down to kiss your neck.

His warm lips on your body make you feel like you’re on fire. It’s crazy what a few kisses from him can do to you. You feel Chishiyas kisses travel further down to your shoulder where he starts to nibble on your skin.

„May I?“ he asks and as you open your eyes you see his hand hover over your breasts. You give your consent in form of a nod, moaning quietly as you feel his hands on your body. At first your bikini top separates his hand from your skin but soon enough Chishiya slides his hand underneath it, finally fondling your bare breast.

You moan quietly, arching your back into his touch. „Already moaning? I didn’t even got started yet“, he teases as he slides further down so he can place kisses on your chest. „How about we get rid of those?“ Slightly he tugs on the tops straps.

You sit up and untie the top before you throw it on the floor. Then you crawl into the middle of the bed, Chishiya following you also already getting rid of his hoodie. You lay back down and in no time Chishiya hovers over you again, kissing your right breast while massaging the left one.

Soft moans escape your lips as you feel his tongue swirl around your nipple. You feel his grin and how he starts to pinch the other one with his fingers.

With every second you become wetter and you can swear that there’s already a damp spot in your bikini bottom.

„More Chishiya, please“, you beg breathless, slowly opening your eyes to look at him. He looks up too, still smiling. „Anything to help you relax, baby.“

He guides his hand painfully slow between your legs, rubbing your clit through your pants. „You’re teasing.“

„I know“, Chishiya chuckles, but slips his hand underneath your panties anyways. „You’re so wet“, he murmurs, kissing your lips. „All for you“, you whisper back.

At first he just lets his fingers slide up and down your slit, but after a few seconds, which felt much longer, he pushes his ring- and middlefinger inside you. While he works them in and out you he adores the way you look. Your eyes shut tight, rosy lips slightly apart and your beautiful voice now moaning his name over and over again.

He shifts down again, so his head rests between your legs eventually. You raise your ass so he can take off your underwear and throw it next to your top. After this he doesn’t lose any more time and starts to eat you out. At first he peppers small kisses on your clit, then he starts to work with his tongue and after seconds that again felt like minutes he sucks on your clit.

It takes your last bit of self-control to not start screaming. The pleasure is immense and you feel how you become dizzy.

„Fuck“, you moan loudly. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.

You’re close. Chishiya notices it too because of your breath speeding up. „Let go baby“, he whispers against your clit.

It takes a few more curls of his fingers inside you and sucks on your clit until you come undone in his fingers, almost screaming.

He works you through your orgasm and stops as you tug on his hair, not able to handle the overstimulating.

„Feeling better?“, Chishiya asks with a sassy smirk on his lips. Nodding you run your fingers through his blonde hair. „May I return the favor?“, you ask after you have finally caught your breath.

„I still have a lot to do but I will come back to it tonight“, he rejects your offer and plants a loving kiss on your lips.

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[thebashfulbotanist]

We’re pro-moss here*

*by here, I mean the Pacific Northwest. 

I think you can get to know a lot about a person by what internet beefs they’re involved in, which doesn’t exactly bode well for me. My internet beef is sort of strange. My beef is with the anti-moss lawn sentiment that erupted on Tumblr, seemingly developing overnight in response to the rather naïve pro-moss lawn sentiment that preceded it. It seemed that you needed to pick a side - pro-moss lawn everywhere, or pro-traditional grass lawn everywhere. I’m going to refer to these as bryophytes a lot, though, because if I were told at gunpoint to distinguish between certain nonvascular plants without a dichotomous key and scope, well, tell my mom I love her. 

This post isn’t about grass lawns, though - that’s a topic for a different day. This post is about why moss gardening in the Pacific Northwest is a wonderful thing to do. Bryophytes will blanket almost everything stationary here, especially in shady and damp area, but I’ve seen it clinging to concrete in the full sun, too. 

The Seattle Japanese Garden uses native mosses that look just incredible!

I think when I say I’m pro-moss and pro-moss gardening, this might make it seem like I’m pro-buying non-native mosses (Lord help the folks who buy Sagina subulata “Irish moss”, a Caryophyllaceae and not a bryophyte at all), cramming moss in a blender (please don’t do this - as gardening guru Cisco Morris says, this will only lead to divorce), ripping out your lawn, or trying to moss garden in an arid climate where most moss would give up the ghost in three days. Nah. Bryophytes out here will grow on your face if you stay still long enough - no need to buy it, you can simply let it take over your lawn naturally (IT WILL), transplant it and glue it down somewhere nice, or buy some native moss from a native plant nursery. 

The natural mosses at Lime Kiln Park and Lena Lake are stunning.

What both of us think is most important is to plant species that are native to your region as much as possible. Native plants are critical for the survival of native insect species and the birds that eat them - you can’t slap petunias down in Washington State and expect the wildlife to survive on them. We grew up on land that belongs to the Snoqualmie Tribe, which is very actively involved in restoring the landscape, removing invasive species, and educating the public about responsible foraging and planting.  If you’re living on someone else’s ancestral land, like we did, it is responsible to practice land acknowledgment with your gardening and recreation, not just with your words and wallet. Native plants play a tremendous role there. 

Native Polytrichum for sale at the UW Arboretum! This would be a perfect way to start moss gardening in the Seattle area. 

#...we do hate grass lawns though. That's a topic for a different day. #the member of this blog who is an honest-to-God professional botanist hates them MORE than the other casual citizen member #but the solution is the begin gardening with native plants!

[femalefemur]

I Would Rip My Teeth Out For You

warnings: blood, some violence, please tell me if i missed anything!

synopsis: soap is hopelessly in love and would do anything if it meant simon never had to suffer again.

It starts when Soap pushes Ghost out of the way of a bullet, well it’s more like he barges into the man and uses the force of his momentum to shift Ghost. The result is Johnny with a bullet lodged in his shoulder and being scolded by Ghost as the man’s fingers work to extract the bullet while they sit at the small table in the safe house. Ghost’s fingers are covered in blood as he digs out the bullet with a pair of long nosed tweezers and Johnny can’t help but admire them. He admires how Ghost’s fingers glisten from the blood in the dimly lit kitchen, staining Ghost’s skin like a promise, he admires how his blood seeps in under Ghost’s nails and starts to dry under there, taking up space in the small crevices of his life. Ghost rips the bullet out of him and tosses it on the table before stitching him up, the needle piercing just slightly too deep into his skin and Johnny knows he’ll have perfectly imperfect scars from them, scars that he’ll treasure until his last breath. He watches as Ghost finishes the last stitch before getting up to wash his hands and Johnny watches as the remnants of his silent promise wash away down the drain in a red swirl. Johnny keeps the bullet from that night, he places it on his half empty bookshelf, a single bullet taking up the whole row but saying more than all the words in the books combined could ever say.

The next time is when the whole team is out at a pub for drinks, it’s not their usual pub as it’s closed for much needed renovations, so they’re here at this slightly more modern pub that’s buzzing with patrons. Simon and Johnny are walking up to the bar when Simon accidentally bumps into a man’s shoulder, causing him to spill his drink over himself and the already sticky floor. This results in some less than savoury words from the man who is drunk enough to try and fight Simon, despite Simon being more than twice his size and much more than twice his strength, but when the man throws a punch it’s not Simon he hits but instead his fist collides with Johnny’s jaw. Johnny laughs the punch off, too weak for it to have hurt him, and pats the man on his shoulder, telling him to close his fist more next time before pushing him out of the pub. He walks back to their table with two pints, setting one down in front of Simon and feeling the man’s eyes piercing into him just as much as the needle had when he stitched him up. Johnny just smiles at him and nudges his shoulder, telling him to be more careful of where he’s walking next time and calling him a big bastard that doesn’t realise his own size. When Johnny gets back home he puts a coaster from the pub up next to the bullet.

The third time is when they’re on base, there’s a small kitchenette in the communal area, big enough to make tea, coffee and microwave something when they’re in a hurry or too lazy to make it to the mess hall for a proper meal. It’s 4am and Simon is boiling water for tea, still half asleep and hoping that the tea will help wake him enough that he doesn’t fall asleep in the mission briefing. Johnny wanders in, already wide awake somehow and raring to go, the kettle starts to boil and he leans against the counter in the small space as he watches Simon reach up to the cupboard for a mug. Before Simon can even fully register what’s happening, Johnny is pushing him out of the way and Simon watches in horror as the mugs tumble out of the cupboard and onto Johnny. There’s shattered porcelain everywhere, like a deadly puzzle that can never be pieced together again and Johnny’s blood slowly drips onto the floor in between the shards, as if trying to glue them back together despite the fact. Simon scolds him again, calling him reckless and an idiot as they sweep up the broken pieces and throw them out before Johnny is forced to sit on a chair as Simon cleans out the various cuts and scrapes. Thankfully none of them are deep and he should be fine to go on the mission later in the day. A week later there’s a shard of broken porcelain on the shelf next to the bullet and coaster. 

It’s a few weeks after that, when he’s back on base and gearing up with Simon that the man turns to him, reaches out and tightens the strap on his vest as he looks at him. He lets out a small huff beneath the mask before telling Johnny that he better not do anything stupid this time, that he can’t just keep getting hurt in place of Simon. Johnny stares at him for a moment before he’s grinning and shaking his head, a small laugh leaving his mouth as he puts his knife in its sheath and looks Simon in the eyes “I would rip out my teeth for you.”

#ghoap #soap #ghost #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soapghost #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish #simon riley #this idea has been sitting in my drafts for a while #and apparently i thought the most appropriate time to write is when i'm so tired everything looks blurry #my fic

[athousandbyeol]

discussion #4 (only friends): only friends cast as the seven deadly sins [part 1]

the wait is over. the official trailer of the most awaited series of 2023 was out a few hours ago, causing mayhem everywhere and anywhere (as it should).

the trailer started off strong with mew narrating the story and is covered in blue (i'm speculating this will be his and namchueam's colour judging from this post. and do notice that ray and boston are also in the same colour: white. but my theory is ray's colour will be green and boston will be red (we can see it in the official trailer. green wallpaper in ray's room. boston in the red room. i might extend this observation once the drama airs). but in this post, i won't go into details about the colour theory.

in this discussion, i'll highlight the possibility of the only friends characters as the seven deadly sins: pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. the first part will cover mew, top, ray and san.

side note: this is just from my close observation of the official and mock trailers. also, since we don't get much of namchueam's story, there's bound to be an error in my judgement.

as always, please take this discussion with a grain of salt. :)

mew | sloth

sloth, in the context of the seven deadly sins, is commonly defined as laziness. however, the legitimacy of this being a sin isn't clarified and credited to an extreme extent. yet, it's still considered a sin. but in the hierarchy of deadly sins, sloth is ranked seven; the last. this somehow indicates sloth or laziness isn't as blasphemous as the other six.

in my perspective, mew is a sloth because:

exhibit #1: his solitude

in the mock trailer, mew is introduced as a studious student who has no time to date. he doesn't think it's necessary to get laid or be in a relationship while studying.

he's comfortable being single. mew isn't ready to commit because it isn't in his goals. he wants to study and earn that degree. craft a successful future afterwards. that's it. the fun in his dictionary is different from ray and boston.

i view this as laziness because mew is hesitant to change. he doesn't like/want to entertain the idea of meeting new people or hooking up with anyone (he's against one-night stands) probably because it challenges his morality. therefore, mew's reluctance in changing is a form of laziness— or reticence to differences.

exhibit #2: his (innocent) virtues

i like the parallel between mew in the mock trailer and the official trailer. he's still nerdy. he still takes his degree seriously (i hope?). and because of his meticulous/introverted personality, he has many visions.

it has to do with him being a top student in class for him to set goals and have a list of things he likes/wants in life/lover.

interestingly, in the official trailer, mew lays down three characteristics of a lover that he wants:

respectful

friendly/easy-going/adaptive

honest

as i've mentioned, mew sticks to his probity like glue. he's the kind of person who isn't fond of rule-breaking. and i've included in my previous discussion that mew (initially) isn't open to change.

why is this lazy? in persistence, there's also adamance. i believe mew's stubbornness to stick to his beliefs/virtues makes him 'lazy' to open up to new horizons. he sees only the four walls surrounding him but not the bigger picture, what's outside of this box.

he will after he discovers top's dishonesty, though.

exhibit #3: getting help from others

it's known by everyone that boston introduces top to mew. it's out of pity and disbelief because boston really can't accept that mew has never slept with anyone in four years? to boston, that's the craziest thing he has ever heard (well, boston, not everyone is like you so—)

receiving help from others can be seen as lazy because as someone who's at the receiving end, no effort is required. it's already served to them on a plate. and what should they do when someone gives? they take. and that's what mew did. he took top from boston without much thought.

side note: honestly, for a smart guy like mew, i can't believe he just let this happen to him. (are you ok, sweetie? did you think it was a good idea? coming from boston of all people?)

i see mew fitting 'sloth' the best because of his obliviousness, reluctance, kindness and innocence. his laziness in making a better judgement of his friends, his relationship with top and their hidden agenda is his deadliest sin. he perceives everything with rose-tinted glasses and innocence that aren't meant for this cruel world.

but contrary to the other six, mew's sin will change him for the better.

top | pride

when i look at top, i can't think of anything else but pride.

he's prideful. he knows he has control over boston. he thinks he has mew wrapped around his fingers (i'm sorry to break it to you, top, it's the opposite).

but why? what makes top so arrogant?

exhibit #1: boston's unwavering desire

boston: a sense of ownership

boston feeds most of top's pride. in my topmew colour theory, i've dived into top's personality (top being on the dark spectrum) and concluded he's a multi-layered persona that's only filled with insecurities and sadness. but he hides them well because he has a mask he can wear; it's boston.

top and boston share this parasitic relationship where they steal/render nutrients from each other (in this case, their perception of true love, healthy relationships, honesty and trust). it's not love per se— it's just them knowing they can always turn to each other to get what they think they can't get from their respective love interest/friend with benefit (mew and nick). their relationship is based on toxicity and ownership. and this ownership drives top to believe he'll always win. nothing can faze him. he won't crumble because of love (little did he know... poor top).

exhibit #2: the presence of mew

mew: a sense of true love

mew feeds top's pride differently. mew provides top with love, happiness and fear.

love: mew teaches top how to properly fall in love. not only for the sex. not only for the kisses and hugs. mew teaches top that love isn't who belongs to who— love is two people that belong to each other. no rankings whatsoever. mew teaches top that love is equal and one plus one makes two— two different people can come together and fall in love. as simple as that. despite the differences, they can work it out.

happiness: mew makes top happy by asking him out on dates, and doing the most boring, casual and mundane stuff together, like other couples do. something normal. something simple. nothing scandalous. just those dates from the cheesiest lakorns. but the simplest things always provide the most happiness. mew helps top appreciate the simplicity in life.

side note: do notice that most of topmew dates are mostly in the daylight while topboston's sex escapades are at night. it shows that mew brings light (happiness/positivity) into top's life. so when top discovers this light, he becomes obsessed. he genuinely falls for mew. it'll be difficult for top to let mew go.

fear: losing mew is top's biggest fear. he doesn't want mew to extract himself from his world. because he's so used to having mew by his side, that bright and sunny mew, top can't sink into the darkness again (his relationship with boston). he can't bring himself to accept the fact one day mew will know of his shenanigans and mew can't handle that because who will? who can ever be okay with your lover fucking your best friend behind your back?

boston enhances top's pride as he feels valid and needed. but mew diminishes top's pride as he loses self-control and independence.

so, who hurts top's pride the most? it's definitely mew.

ray | gluttony

in my opinion, ray and san are similar. i see ray as 'gluttony' and san as 'greed'. the connotation of these two sins is somewhat identical, but ray is gluttonous because of his indecisiveness. why?

exhibit #1: his one-sided love for mew

in both trailers, there are still hints of ray harbouring romantic feelings for mew. it's more apparent in the mock trailer. however, the raw jealousy and dissatisfaction are more evident in the official trailer (which affirms my assumption of ray as 'gluttony').

ray knows mew doesn't love him romantically. ray knows he can't be mew's special someone. and that hurts him really badly. it's the notion of knowing he doesn't stand a chance but there's always a slither of hope— ray is somewhat gullible in a sense. mew thinks of him as a good friend and nothing more. and ray can't accept that.

however, the problem ray faces is he can't quite forget about mew. perhaps it's the curiosity that irks him still, why can't mew love me? what does top have that i don't?

so he makes himself available for mew—

supports mew by confronting boston (in the mock trailer) and top (in the bts picture)—

—thinking he has a chance. but he doesn't.

he still wants to be someone important in mew's life. he still wants to be in mew's life. if he can't have mew as his lover, then he'll just be a friend to mew. that's enough to feed his 'hunger' to be valid in mew's world, to exist in mew's universe.

exhibit #2: confuses himself in wanting san for lust or stability

when mew can't love and satisfy ray's hunger for a stable relationship, he seeks companionship in san.

the mind-boggling thing about ray and san's dynamic is both of them know they want each other from the get-go. the spark is there and it's waiting to blaze. but ray doesn't know if he ever wants to let mew go. he thinks he can't. he's so used to wanting mew more than anything. the concept of getting something aside from mew messes his brain.

yet, the moment san came into his life, ready to fill the holes in ray's heart and love him with all his soul, ray is overwhelmed. he's afraid.

why? i believe gluttony has a close relationship with fear and pride. when we're hungry, we think you can eat more than we can chew. so we don't stop taking— because we believe we can finish them all. but when we're full and there are still so many on our plate, it's either we throw them away or leave them aside (i'm sorry if this metaphor doesn't make sense...)

he takes so much from san because he doesn't get anything from mew. but when san gives a portion of himself and takes a fragment of ray, it confuses him— it scares him.

san makes him full, but ray doesn't know if he can ever be satisfied without mew— like having an incomplete meal. veggies— yes. protein— check. rice— empty.

san | greed

as i've discussed, san is ray's reflection. they mirror each other's positives and negatives.

san portrays greed by wanting something stable— something certain— a label— with ray. i have an inkling that ray has set things straight the first time they met— he only wants company. this isn't something romantic or forever. this is just a one-night thing. no hard feelings, yes?

and san honestly has no right to be angry if ray can't give him that because san said himself—

so, why is he so worked up with ray? why is he so upset when he realises ray is using him for many purposes— the main reason being to feed his loneliness?

exhibit #1: friends should stay friends (san's insecurity)

i don't know if san deludes himself that ray is only his friend to avoid being heartbroken, but it's just puzzling to me at this point.

this speculation arises when top says this to san—

i wonder if top and san shared a history together. it might be them dating the same person (for example: san's past boyfriend broke up with him. and then top dated san's ex). or top and san were boyfriends in the past but things didn't work out (probably due to san's insecurity and top's dishonesty). [thanks to this user for pointing this out. i just added my own input in their discourse hehe.]

insecurity. i think this word speaks so much of san's personality. that's why he built those walls. he doesn't want to be at the broken end again. his greed, however, leads to temptation, and ray is one hell of an attractive guy, so san can't say no. he can't really ignore ray because of that— ray is just so tempting. he thinks ray can give him everything he wants— aren't they the same?

exhibit #2: san's dire need for stability and certainty

san resonates with ray. he might see the old him in ray. therefore, he wants to help ray out of that loophole. he doesn't want ray to self-destruct just because of a one-sided love when san knows ray deserves better— he deserves someone like san in his life.

as their relationship progresses, san notices the potential to shift this casual companionship into something sturdier. but sadly, ray doesn't think the same. and this hurts san the most because he believes ray feels it too— the kisses they shared, the time they spent together, the sex and everything— how can ray not feel it?

ray keeps pushing san away and it tears san into pieces. why can't ray succumb to temptation the way san falls for ray? why can't ray accept san for who he is and stop chasing after someone else? aren't both of them hungry for something similar— love?

next part: boston as envy, nick as lust and namchueam as wrath (?)

in the next part, i'll talk about boston, nick and a little bit of namchueam. i'll also conclude this discussion by rounding all seven characters as the seven deadly sins in the next post.

[side note: i just realised i can only put 30 photos per post. that's why I have to split this into two. hehe]

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#only friends #only friends the series #only friends series #ofts #only friends discussion #only friends analysis #only friends meta #mew only friends #top only friends #ray only friends #san only friends #topmew #sanray #book kasidet #force jiratchapong #khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #firstkhaotung #analysis #discussion #meta #na discusses

[punsmaster69]

14/NOV/20XX

paps is feeling much better, but it's probably for the best that he doesn't jump straight into his usual routine immediately.

undyne refuses to train with him until she's sure that he's completely healthy again.

he's pretty upset about that, but he's not letting the time go to waste.

paps and frisk are up there hanging out in his room.

they're doing a puzzle, i think.

said it would be,

"QUITE THE UNDERTAKING."

they've been planning this for a while, apparently.

——

those two've been up there a while.

haven't seen either of them in about three hours.

wasn't kidding about it being an undertaking.

...

maybe they're just really bad at that puzzle.

——

"knock, knock."

"...Why's he saying it out loud?"

"HE JUST DOES."

"IT'S SO THAT HE DOESN'T HAVE TO 𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘜𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 KNOCK."

"...knock, knock."

"YOU CAN COME IN!"

sprawled out over the floor was probably a couple thousand puzzle pieces, a few piles of them, and about half of a picture.

"...wow."

"It's taking forever."

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO STAY IF IT'S BORING YOU, FRISK."

"Wouldn't still be here if I wasn't enjoying it. I'm in this for the long haul!"

"seems like a.. unique form of torture."

"SANS, WE USED TO DO THESE ALL THE TIME TOGETHER!"

"you did most of 'em."

"NOT TRUE! YOU HELPED."

"OH, WAIT! DID YOU COME IN HERE FOR SOMETHING?"

"just checkin' in. need anything?"

frisk looked between two identical pieces.

"A bigger brain..."

"WE'RE DOING ALRIGHT, I THINK."

"ok. good luck on your torture."

"IT'S NOT TORTURE!!"

——

"knock, knock."

"FRISK, CAN YOU PLEASE MOVE THAT PILE?"

"OKAY, YOU MAY ENTER NOW!"

"heya."

"brought some appy slices."

"APPLE SLICES ARE A SOPHISTICATED AND MATURE SNACK! DO NOT CALL THEM-"

"Thanks for the appy slices, Sans!"

"....THAT."

"seems like you got out-ruled. you gotta call 'em appy slices now."

"I WILL NOT."

"i take it you don't want any, then."

"WAIT! I DO!!"

"gotta use the right name."

he sighed.

"SANS, COULD I PLEASE JUST HAVE THE.."

"APPY"

"SLICES?"

"...THAT STUPID GRIN ON YOUR FACE IS EXACTLY WHY I DIDN'T WANT TO!!"

"it's just like when you were a babybones..."

"What? You took care of Papyrus as a baby? I knew you were older, but I figured it was by like, two years."

"nope. seven."

"Wait, that means..."

"...Papyus, you're-"

"DON'T SAY IT."

"he's old."

"AM NOT!"

"ancient. decrepit."

"NO!!"

"he's falling apart as we speak.."

"GET OUT!!!"

he took the plate of apple slices, pushed me to the door, and closed it behind me.

——

.....

they're still up there.

how they have the attention span to do that for so long is a mystery.

every time i bring water or snacks up, it's looked like they're getting closer and closer to being done, though.

——

the absolute pain radiating off of frisk and paps upon discovering there was one piece missing...

it was devastating.

......

turned out, the piece was just in the box.

anyway, the finished puzzle's neat.

it's a big townscape, with a bunch of tiny details and scenes and whatnot.

pretty cool.

pretty big, too. sorta taking up a lot of the floor.

but they don't wanna destroy it just yet, so they're just..

sitting around the finished product.

waiting for the sadness of packing it up to dissipate, i guess.

"you could just glue it together."

"THAT COMPLETELY RUINS THE POINT OF A PUZZLE!!"

"THE POINT IS THAT YOU HAVE TO PUT IT TOGETHER TO SEE THE IMAGE!"

"NOT JUST HAVE THE WHOLE THING."

"Sucks to get rid of it, though."

"....IT DOES.."

——

both sat and stared at it for a while.

frisk eventually made the first strike, tearing up a corner and shattering the pieces everywhere.

"Nothing lasts forever!! Puzzles be da-"

"Danged!!"

"..sure. whatever that means."

following suit, paps started ripping pieces off as well.

"NYEH!! THERE!"

"..Yeah, Nyeh!"

"NO, NO. PUT MORE FORCE BEHIND IT!"

"Nyeh!!"

"MORE!!"

"Nyeh!!!!"

"PUT YOUR ALL INTO IT!!!"

"NYEH!!!!!!!"

"PERFECT! YOU SOUNDED VERY COOL!!"

——

that puzzle apparently really tuckered paps out.

(although, maybe it's partly because he's just barely getting over his cold.)

didn't even have to read to him before he went right to sleep.

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #frisk #papyrus and frisk #sans and papyrus #skelebros #NYEH!!!!!!

[remediesremedy]

hazbin hotel characters with a partner with mental health problems

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

WARNINGS: depictions of harm to self, drugs, alcohol, depression, anxiety, burns, crying, self deprecation, sad stuff but there’s lots of comfort and love.

features: lucifer, alastor, vox

LUCIFER

“and then she hugged me! Charlie actually hugged me, oh it felt so nice to see her smile and she was happy to see me. it was so awesome you should’ve been there to see it, and then there was this pesky radio dem-“ Lucifer paused mid sentence, the words that were about to spout from him abruptly stopped. the door he had just opened, inhabited a lump under the covers who hadn’t yet moved.

their shared bedroom had always had happy memories, but it seemed your mind had followed you home this time, and refused to let up on tormenting you behind the closed doors of your’s and lucifer’s residence.

“Love? has something happened?” The fallen angel whispered gently, moving forward to your side of the bed, peeling away the covers from your face to reveal dull eyes.

depression had followed you all throughout your time of being alive, and even with death it had stuck to you like glue, chains bound to you for eternity. As if being in hell wasn’t enough.

“Honey? can you look at me f’me please?” He rasped, a clawed hand cupping the full cheeks of your face, feeling the lack of warmth that rested beneath your skin. Lifeless eyes dragged themselves to gaze upon the king of hell, and they almost phased straight through him. “Oh sweetie.” his heart ached, he had been aware of everything about you when you were living, never bringing up how you died or what you suffered with. and he had no reason to, you hadn’t showed any signs of falling back into depression or struggling mentally, until now.

“I’m here, i’m here for you.” Lucifer mumbled as he scooted forward to place a tender kiss on your forehead, then the bridge of your nose, then both your cheeks. “can i come into bed with you?”

a small nod, devoid of any energy.

Lucifer scrambled under the covers, immediately going to scoop his lover into his arms, his strength made it easy to manhandle you as tenderly as he could into a position where your head laid softly on his broad chest. “y’know.” the devil hummed, opting to stroke his partner’s hair, “out of the billions of years of being alive. i have never, ever met someone like you.”

as if by reflex, you had scoffed, almost turning your head away from him.

a part of him panicked, his hand stilling and dipping down until it cupped your chin. “i’m serious.” he had mumbled, quieter than bother before regaining his confidence. “after i fell, i found it hard to love things around me anymore. a part of me was lost in that garden, i- the point is, i met you and my heart.” he breathed a little laugh.

“oh my dear, my heart, it has never been fuller.” he admitted honestly, his hand moving once again to caress your skin, his fingers touched you like you were porcelain. a doll, precious and fragile, but he’d have you no other way. “you are the most wonderful being i have ever met, nothing could compare to you.”

tears that had been welling up began to shed, to unashamedly trickle down his face. “nothing.”

the hands that were drawn into your body to almost cradle yourself moved swiftly, they snaked around whatever they could get their fingers on and squeezed thrice, a simple indication of ‘i love you.’

things would be alright after all.

-is very caring during episodes, finds himself almost sick with worry the more you get worse or if you don’t get better

-helps you with cleaning yourself, brings you meals if you haven’t eaten for a while, cradles you at night.

-will hide away with you until you’re ready to go out anywhere. will chaperone you everywhere if he can, stick to you like glue, always has to be touching you in some sort of way to let you know he’s there

-tries to stay awake with you when insomnia hits you, reads to you, will even sing.

-if you can’t take care of your hygiene, he takes his time washing your hair, hands massaging your scalp, humming as he drags the faucet over your head to get the shampoo and conditioner out. puts on face masks with you, showers with you, even if he has to haul you up (it’s not much effort to carry you). he lathers you up and caresses every part of you, you are his everything. will just smother you in his deodorant, you smelling like him always eases his little protective brain for some reason.

-celebrates every good day with you, a part of him breaks when good days get fewer and far between. he fears losing you, or that you’ll never get better. but he doesn’t know that being with him grounds you more than he could ever know.

ALASTOR

“hey alastor!” Charlie itched to talk to the demon, something in her eyes gave him the impression that it was urgent. Her pale hands waved at him a little too aggressively for his liking.

something was up.

he did not like that one bit.

“Charlie! what can i do for you?” His smile stretched impossibly larger, an arm sweeping to courteously gesture for the princess of hell to continue talking. he fought the urge to grit and ground his teeth, anxiety was never one of his favourite emotions to experience, for others it was.

“Alastor! Hi! Hi.” Charlie jogged to him, standing in front of the demon with a little nervousness in her step. she cleared her throat before sighing, “look i just, i noticed something off about your partner today. i don’t think they’re doing okay, and i was worried and i thought you should know so that you would have a heads up-“

“thank you Charlie.” Alastor’s words came out borderline grateful, softer than his normally charring static voice. “is that all?”

“yes! i- uh, i hope they’re okay!” She beamed, lingering for a second longer than alastor liked before getting the message to leave. As soon as Charlie’s back was turned, Alastor phased through the floor, becoming one with the shadows, after a moment of plunging into an abyss, he rose back up from the depth into his room. Nothing seemed awry, until he picked up on the sound of the shower running, the water spewed out rhythmically.

and then the radio demon noticed the noise behind the water hitting the shower floor.

crying.

The buck’s whole body froze at the foreign sound, the sobs that wracked through the air caused his smile to instantly drop. Worry clouded his senses and without feeling it, his form expanded, antlers growing larger and sharper and his eyes shone bright as he all but busted through the bathroom door, scouring the place for you. “Dear?” his voice cracked, frenzied state shrinking to his normal size as he found you curled into a ball while water hit your back.

his hands itched to scoop you up and take you to bed, but he didn’t want to make you more upset.

you had looked at him with wobbly lips and swollen eyes, “don’t look at me.” you whimpered, a fresh set of tears crashing down your red face, “i’m disgusting, i’m ugly, i’m fucking putrid to see.” you had humourlessly laughed, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before another sob was pulled from the depths of your chest.

for a second time, Alastor felt himself froze, conflicted with you insulting yourself. insulting his perfect partner. disgusting? absolutely not. ugly? what a lie. putrid? how far from the truth could you be?

his claws reached to envelop your body, he almost hissed at the temperature of the water, boiling hot, enough to burn. you had been sitting there, getting sprayed by alarmingly warm water. “come now.” he started, an unusually soft tone coming from him, “you’ll get hurt if you stay under that water my love.”

“that’s the point.” you mumbled, “maybe if i’m damaged enough on the outside you’ll see how ugly i am on the inside too.”

“nonsense.” Alastor cut through your speech with an edge of anger, without another word, the demon’s hands wrapped around you, dragging your sore body from the wrath of the water. “we are going to bed, yes? and you will tell me why you think this so horribly about yourself my dear.”

“what? why aren’t you yelling at me? why aren’t you telling me i’m right?” your voice began to raise, and your face, already branded with a waterfall of tears, housed some more, fat globs of tears raced down your cheeks. “why won’t you hate me like i hate me?”

“i could never see anything apart from perfection in you my darling.” the deer murmured honestly, shimmying a towel up and down your body as quickly as possible, he wanted to cradle you as soon as he could. “you are more than i deserve. i would do anything for you.” he finished drying your body, swiftly changing you into dry and warm clothes. “and doing anything for you, entails loving you when you can’t find it in yourself to do the same. my love for you will never simmer, or dull, or lose its intensity. it will never falter, not even for a second.” something cold was applied to the raw and sore skin that was affected by the water, a paste for healing supposedly.

“the moment i laid eyes on you, i promised to protect you.” the radio demon whispered, finally able to hold you properly. he pulled the covers up before sliding both of you in, absentmindedly he undid his suit buttons, letting the fluff of his chest puff out from under his dress shirt. he laid your head on his fur, content to have you smothered by him. “so let me protect you, let me help you fight these cruel thoughts.”

“i’m sorry Alastor, i’ll try be better.” you had mumbled guiltily, nudging into his fur defeatedly.

“no no darling, no apologies, no being ‘better’. be as you are, and let me fight these thoughts with you.” his head dipped down, a smile coating his features as he softly nipped at your neck.

an airy, wet laugh left you, “okay Alastor, okay okay! no apologies.” you had agreed, hands tightening around him in thanks.

but you didn’t need to thank him.

Alastor would do anything for you.

literally.

-unused to caring for someone, unused to love and relationships as a whole. had never had any interest until he had seen you, it had opened a casket full of emotions he wasn’t prepared for.

-when it comes to your hygiene and taking care of you when you can’t, he’s very methodical, brushing your teeth for exactly two minutes, washing your body and hair stiffly. overtime he does try and show his affection through touch more, enjoys cradling you, kisses anywhere he can get his mouth on, mostly chaste kisses, not fully comfortable with long kisses of any sort.

-enjoys massaging your scalp with his claws, how you’ll finally be able to sleep while he caters to you by caressing and stroking your skin or hair. if you wander outside of your shared room, he tries to be around as much as possible, always a hand on the small of your back or a watchful eye on you.

-gets his shadow forms to take care of you and check on you when he’s in the studio or busy. cooks for you everyday, will spoon feed you, even in bed (he’ll change the sheets the day after).

-sneakily gets you to do affirmations with him, makes you stand in front of a mirror with him and says what a great couple you guys look like. tells you that he loves you in front of the mirror while holding or stroking a different part of you each time. will begrudgingly do skin care and make you do it with him, after a while you begin to enjoy it and start just doing each other’s skin care in the mirror.

-sees you nothing short as perfect, even when you can’t get up or cry for hours or don’t want to eat, even when you give up and refuse to try anymore. he finds a way to motivate you and want to try again.

VOX

(disclaimer: getting tired around this point so writing from here on in may deteriorate or lessen in quality)

meetings had been long lately, plans for vox security were kickstarting. he was so busy and it was exhausting, news commercial here, press conference there, meeting here, new tv show there. Vox was tired and he missed you.

between all his schedule and stalking the radio demon unhealthily, it seemed he had almost forgotten about you, even though you flooded his mind at every instance.

he just hadn’t done a very good job at showing how much he had missed you these past few weeks. it left you in a state of loneliness you weren’t quite used to, eyes always trailing to the cameras around the building and in your room, but familiar light of Vox watching the cameras wasn’t there. he hadn’t been checking on in, maybe he didn’t even want to look at you.

self worth was at an all time low, and your anxiety had sky rocketed out of its temporary dormancy, coming back in tenfold. insecurities were on display more than ever, and Vox was nowhere to be seen, falling asleep at his desk or at Val’s and or Velvette’s place.

it was hard not to feel so utterly unwanted.

so you did what every other sinner would do, drink, go crazy on the town and snort some things you shouldn’t have. and at the end of the night, feverish and cold, shaky and nauseous, as you looked into a camera that belonged to vox security, the light didn’t flash on.

he wasn’t there. would he ever be again?

all the substances in your system caught up to you, your stomach began to bubble with pain and you no longer had it within you to keep up the charade that you were fine. you willed yourself to cry, to do something other than rot on the floor of an alleyway street, but no tears came.

instead blood trickled from out of your nose, a telltale sign that you had outdone yourself with whatever atrocities of chemicals you had put in your body. you threw your head back, an expression between a grimace and a smile graced your face, maybe if you fucked yourself up enough Vox would finally come back to you.

needles lay on the ground, no longer sterile but it did not matter. with already shaky hands you grasped one of them, putting it at an angle to inject, you brought it down and the moment it pierced your skin, a familiar hand pulled it straight out of you with a frenzied cry.

“what the fuck were you doing?!” Vox huffed, anger and concern battling to show through his words. worry etched into his features, but you didn’t manage to spot that, only the anger.

“i-i.” no words could come out, the blood from your nose congealed and dripped down onto your shirt, and the injection site pooled with crimson blood too. how could you explain to your partner that you had planned to completely self destruct in hopes he would care for you again?

“are you a fucking idiot? oh my fucking god you’re bleeding.” his palms glided across the blood on your nose and thigh, wiping it away on his skin, his lower lip trembled as he swore at you thoughtlessly. “do you have any idea how dangerous this is?” he bit back the yell, a sigh falling from his lips as he watched your expression morph from embarrassed to complete self hatred.

“i’m sorry, im so sorry.” you whispered, wanting nothing more than to be out of the way, “im sorry that im not good enough, ill be better, i promise, don’t leave me, don’t leave me-“

Vox’s heart, what was left of it, had shattered entirely at your words. regret punched him in the stomach, weeks of little attention and this is what he says in your darkest hour? “shh, shh, of course not, no, no, i would NEVER, never leave you.” his thumbs alternated between rubbing away your forming tears and beading blood.

“c’mere baby.” his voice cracked, he offered you his embrace silently. the look you gave him was utterly heartbreaking, doubtful that he would still love you, god, as if he could ever stop loving you. wordlessly you sank into him, trying to greedily cozy up into him as much as you could, to remember every inch of him. “please, forgive me.”

the words wouldn’t formulate, too drugged up and drunk to even respond, you slumped in his arms, barely able to blink. Suddenly fingers were pinching your cheeks, “hey, hey, don’t fall asleep, i need to make sure you’ll be alright.” he spoke softly, a complete contrast to before. “i’m so sorry, i should be the one saying sorry baby. i’m so stupid, mistreating my whole world.”

the more worked up and upset he got, the more static seeped into his voice. “i’m so sorry. so sorry babe. i haven’t been around and that’s unfair on you, ill book a few days off work okay? just me and you, and i promise ill make it up to you.” his head bowed down, nuzzling against you affectionately, “just stay awake f’me, we’ll get what’s out of your system, and ill make it all up to you, i promise.”

hearing his voice, feeling his touch was pure euphoria for you, a safe haven you had missed beyond anything. “anything for you Vox.”

-is a complete sweetheart, just struggles at first if you’ve done something harmful or destructive to yourself. anything he says in the moment is not thought about and is him panicking.

-makes it up to you every time, bubble baths, washing you and taking care of you like you’re his god. keeps a first aid kit on standby, one is in your room, other first aid kits in other areas of the building too. makes sure from then on in to reassure you, to let you know of his schedule, to bring you with him as much as he can. sometimes comes back from a meeting and just naps with you until he has another thing to do.

-cannot keep his hands off you, super touchy in public now, in meetings you’re new seat is his lap. will try to lessen his schedule more, will spend a lot of his time sleeping with you when you sleep a lot, you two fall asleep spooning or just completely intertwined.

-makes meals for you when he can, hires a personal chef to keep you fed when he’s working. makes a habit of checking his cameras in your shared room a lot more, doesn’t spend as much time infatuated with stalking the radio demon anymore, he’s better at figuring out his priorities now.

-kisses your knuckles when he comes back from work, and then kisses you properly, an intimate lip locking that won’t end until you get the point that he very much wants you. tries to work more remotely, practices affirmations with you and tries to work on his reactions to stressful scenarios so he doesn’t make you feel worse.

-work is important, power is important, but you are above them both, cherishes like you are the only thing to ever exist when you’re both together.

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Dead island 2 Slayers x Vampire Reader

(You have been a vampire since 1749. You left *your birth place* to the USA back in 1973 but been living in Los Angeles since 2016.You have gone used to being alone for decades after all of your family and friends died,so you go and work one of your odd jobs and stack up on blood:from hospitals to blood banks.This was your life until it wasn’t…zombies was everywhere and was ripping into anything that was not one of them.You had a clear advantage from humans with your super strength and speed, ability to turn into a bat,float and fly and that you don’t need food,water and sleep to live but you need blood and getting blood from humans without harming them was now limited,making animal blood the only option for now. On one faithful night,you were getting supplies from a grocery store and you were in desperate need of blood when you found the jackpot:A pack of chicken breast soaking in blood.You immediately poked a hole in the package and started to drink the blood with your fangs out,In the middle of your feeding,you heard a gasp and whipped your head around & you were face to face with a survivor.Oh no….)

AMY

•Stood there for only five seconds and made a bolt for the door but you immediately caught her

•”NO!NO!PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!”, “I promise I’m not going to hurt you,but I need you to be quiet okay?”

•After agreeing to stay quiet because of zombies,you get what you guys needed and run out(with you of course beating the Paralympian)

•The next night,she comes back with some ground beef soaked in blood as a peace offering,you did the same with canned fruit and you two have been close since.

•Is amazed by your super speed and you help her improve on her skills.

•She asks about your life before the apocalypse and you do the same.

•On some nights you let her ride on your back and run all around HELL-A;all while she laughing and is have a great time.

RYAN

•Starts running without hesitation and you caught him instantaneous.

•”I’M NOT A V*RGIN,I SWEAR!” “What?No,ew..You was being loud. “…oh”.

•You help what you thought was a real firefighter to get as much stuff you guys needed and bolted.

•The next night,he told you that he was actually a stripper and you laughed your ass off,with him following suit and that how you guys met.

•You show him painting of men back in the 1700s and he laughed his ass off.

•He hacks zombie heads with his fire axe while you search for more supplies.

• You show him turning yourself into a bat and pick him up like it’s nothing,You two do it almost every night.

BRUNO

•Was white as a sheet but didn’t make a run for it

•”Are you…..a vampire?” “Yes and I’m not going to harm you (crosses heart) I promise.

•You guys left the store after looting it for it’s remaining value.

•He actually came back with a pack of cookies as a thank you for helping him and not killing him.You welcomed him into your hiding spot and the rest is history.

•You two purposely confuse each other :His Gen Z slang and the ancient version of your first language.

•You tell him stories on how you hustle some rich folks back in the day and he be writing them down for future reference.

•One of each other best memories together when you fly over the city with Bruno on your back so he can see his Hometown in this breathtaking view.

CARLA

•Almost vomited but stopped herself

•”Ew,què carajo?! why are doing that?!” “Because I’m a vampire.” “Oh…..FUCKING A!!!”

•You two leave with the best stuff in HELL-A.

•The next night; she came by you on her bike, offering to give you a ride to wherever you were going as a thank you for helping her and you two have been stuck like glue.

•You two take turns bench pressing each other,saying to the other that they weight less then a feather.

•Have to leave the room when you’re about to feed so you don’t make her sick,knowing she’s a vegetarian.

•Is still amazed by your super strength and with you two still walking and talking,these zombies don’t stand a chance!

JACOB

•He just stood there unfazed

•”Don’t be a fool for the Devil,darling. *chuckles* “ (awkward silence and cue the two of you wheezing)

•When you two was finally done laughing,you two parted ways with your supplies.

•You found him on a rooftop one night and invited you for a smoke and that’s you two story on how you two met.

•You two share each other scar stories all the time (even if it’s the same scars over and over again)

•You two also shares your fondest memories about each other moms,showing each other photos,jewelry and makeup.

•Always and I am ALWAYS makes vampire jokes,puns and quotes when he given the opportunity.At first it was annoying but now it’s endearing to you and only you.

DANI

•Immediately pulled out a shotgun

•”How do I know your not allies with those feckers out there?!” “I would of already alerted them when I first saw you.You see any running towards you?” “No,I guess not,Besides I don’t have silver bullets.”

•You two left without saying another word to each other

•You two saw each other again the other night and you both punched a hole into a zombie head at the same time.You two shook hands and that’s that.

•You two show each other photos of your hairstyles and colors though out the years.

•You have rescued her at times by turning into a bat and flying her to safety.

•Dani teaches you how to roller skate at your free time.you have are shit many times but you’re now getting a hang of it now thanks to her!

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