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lynque-myst1que · 2 months

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EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT THE PHIGHTING APRIL FOOLS TOWER AS OF NOW, THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS MORE INFO IS DISCOVERED OR MORE THEORIES ARE MADE.

ok info about whats theorized to be medkits nightmare GO

Title of game : . (its a period)

Icon is the same as base game, background is the default one

The music playing is just overtime slowed down by a lot

1. MAP

You spawn on a road with sidewalks that have candles, you have a lantern in your inventory.

As you walk you will occasionally see an exit sign.

Halfway, pillars stretch up from the ground, most are normal but some are shaped like hands that reach to the sky. On top of the hands are weird figures with glowing green eyes and horns that look like something from the flaming horns series?

(thats the closest thing i could find,,,)

At the end of the road is the default Happy Home, though with minor modifications. An exit sign is right at the stairs and pointing at the door. Tube tvs are inside the home, a giant one at the middle against the wall with two stacks of tvs in the corners. The left side has one tv off, while the others are full of red static. They don't do anything when interacted with.

Note: This sorta resembles the thumbnail for scythe's teaser.

They also look like the TVs in broker's secret room (i reached the image limit so cant show ough)

Outside to the left and on top of the house are the same weird green eyed figures.

2. DIALOGUE

There are many figures running around saying various phrases,

phrases that ive seen:

"Help!"

"you traitor"

"do something"

"be useful"

"please help me"

"Useless support"

"Help me!"

"help"

"please just heal me"

"Please heal me"

"How's your eye?" (Idk if this is random dialogue or subspace dialogue)

Though, some of these figures are saying things from medkit ally dialogue.

Ingame dialogue phrases:

"Do I really want to work with a rebel on my team?" - Banhammer

"Hey!! Great seeing you!!" - Subspace

"How's that eye doing??" - Subspace

3. THE OVERSEER NEXTBOT OR SOMETHING IDK

You are chased by an overseer eye, it can't be stopped permanently. Though, it can be halted by positioning yourself in the right area, however, it has good pathing and can jump extremely high, so you can't hide from it.

Getting caught by it results in an image showing up on the screen, this rewards you a badge the first time you see it.

Random note: the eye is weirdly clean? im not sure if its medkit's eye or not since I remember soda saying that subspace just threw the eye away,, (not sure if this is still canon)

After this you get kicked from the game with the message "You must kill him to become him."

The interesting thing is that this is the description of the overseer eye cosmetic.

This probably means something like "you must kill overseer to become him" or something but what does that mean who is killing overseer huh what

↑ ok theories have been made (thank u discord user ankles0560 for the medkit part)

The one killing him might be either medkit or katana.

KATANA : there is dialogue between katana and ban hammer

Ban Hammer: "You can't get involved with the business of the dudes higher up." Katana: "And who will stop me?"

↑ I will expand on this later but im eepy rn help

MEDKIT : ok the whole thing is about Medkit so the kick message is probably the overseer eye talking to Medkit,,

Soda has said that if Katana knew more about Medkit, he would kill him. This could mean multiple things but very interesting hm

Another interesting thing is the jumpscare noise, it is a jumpscare noise used in old games.

The interesting part is what it is, the noise is actually the sound of the subspace tripmine slowed down, whether this was just coincidence or because of the subspace thing is unknown, it might even be both?

EXTRA . CHURCH OF THE TRUE EYE INFO

Not really related to the tower but just what we know about the cult

A religious group within lost temple, not everybody from lost temple is a member of it.

It is mentioned in Medkit's phone dialogue.

Every member of the cult is missing an eye.

Soda has mentioned that the reason why Sword's eye isn't missing is because he wasn't born in lost temple.

CORRECTION: Sword was born in lost temple, but wasn't raised in it. The point still stands that this is the reason why he hasn't lost an eye.

Based on dialogue between medkit and banhammer, it has been around for a while now. (THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME)

It is unknown what the goals or structure of the cult are currently.

They have a uniform, Medkit, Scythe, and Broker share the motif of outfits of mostly teal.

Scythe calls Vine Staff "blessed" in her dialogue with her, this is related to the cult somehow since in the same conversation Vine says "No! You and your creepy family can buzz off!"

^ According to broker, her curse is rare but she isn't the first one to have it.

They call themselves a family, and call Overseer their Father.

Overseer info:

There is barely any, but this is what we know.

They are referred to as a leader, it is unknown whether they are the faction leader or just the cult leader.

Scythe refers to him as a deity, whether they truly are one, manipulated the cult into believing they are, or the cult simply calls him a deity is unknown.

An alternative is that she isn't talking about overseer here at all, though if that is so we don't know if she's talking about a sfoth deity or a different one. ← if it is a sfoth deity, it is most likely to be darkheart or venomshank (or maybe even ghostwalker? idk)

btw soda said this. soda wdym

Feel free to add more info or things i missed/got wrong in reblogs or comments!!

pls do say more info if you have it im making this based on what the guys im theorizing with are saying i didnt have time to do more than 1 playthrough

#lynqueylink.txt :3 #phighting!#roblox phighting #medkit phighting #scythe phighting #broker phighting #lost temple #phighting april fools #ask to tag ig?#overseer phighting #most of this info i got from the guy im theorizing with who played it like 6 times and took notes #subspace phighting #vine staff phighting

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hvnnibvni · 1 year

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Together Again | JJK *part 1*

Pairings: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Mature themes. Romance. Angst. Arranged marriage AU. Childhood best friends to lovers AU.

Warnings: cheating, reader is a rope bunny (ALLEGEDLY), hard!dom JK, switch!reader, reader likes to be slutted out, drunken sex, unplanned pregnancy(this is in the end dw😅), cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fighting (talk shit get hit) daddy!kink, praise!kink, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling. Just all around nasty y’all.

Summary: After reader finds her long-term boyfriend in bed with their mutual friend. She moves back into her family home, but under one condition. She has to marry her childhood friend that has been arranged since their childhood. For a wedding gift they go to a mountainous getaway with a group of friends, reader is told that ex and mutual friend get invited, so reader and jk decide to pretend not to know each other to avoid any confusion or miscommunication.

Authors note: Hi! Sorry it’s so late but here it is. I hope you guys enjoy. I’m making this into a series. I feel like it’s a little unprofessional not to have a masterlist but I’m working on that too. Just bare with me please in new to this lol. Also feel free to ask me any questions, or express your honest opinions Im all ears good or bad. Should I make a tag list?

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‘How the fuck did I get here’

You thought as you sat in you car, filled with you things. You had just left the home YOU bought after catching your boyfriend Yunwoo cheating one you.. With your supposedly best friend. Sitting there thinking, you should’ve saw the signs. They were there right in front of your face. You felt like a fool. Luckily you’ve always kept a cool head, or else you would’ve done something you’d regret. You honestly wished you did. You wanted them to hurt just as much as they hurt you, but you knew if wouldn’t change anything so why stress yourself out about it. But silence is the best way to get under someone’s skin isn’t it. No matter how much he cried and apologized. You didn’t turn back, you’ll never go back to him. That a promise you made to yourself on you journey back home.

Earlier that day:

“Hey y/n what can I get you” the barista, you’ve gotten to know over the years asks, “Let me have my usual please Janine, oh! And can you serve it really hot please, thank you.” You were making you your normal daily rounds that day, which normally started out with a hot coffee at your favorite cafe when you realized you forgot you wallet back at the house. “Ah actually scratch that. I seem to have left my wallet at home.” You say, making the sudden realization. “You know what don’t walruses about it it’s on the house,” Janine says with a smile. “That you so much I appreciate the generosity, but I have to go back home anyway. I’ll come back and pay for the coffee.” You just couldn’t shake this strange feeling telling you to go back home. Your boyfriend of 5 years seemed was acting strange this morning. Being overly sweet all of a sudden, waking you up, making you breakfast. It just seemed like he was trying to get you out of the house.

when you pull into the driveway you see his car still out front, but you didn’t find that as strange as you best friend, Cristal car along side his. “Strange,” you say to yourself as you pull into the driveway. She never texted that she was coming over, but you check you phone to be safe. But you still can’t shake the uneasy feeling you have in your gut that something fishy is going on inside your home without you knowing. The calm rational you is telling you to just walk in your home as if it’s nothing, but the bad bitch part of you is telling you to unlock your fence and sneak in though the back door. So that’s just what you do. As you’re sneaking inside your house you notice clothes spread all across you living room floor training up the stairs to your bedroom. “Oh hell nah I know these motherfuckers ain’t- okay.” You whisper to yourself as you tiptoe up the stairs.

As you reach your bedroom you hear the faint sound of laughter behind the door. You decide to listen in on the conversation before letting your presence known. “Why don’t you just leave her already. She can’t make you happy the way I do.” You hear Cristal say. “I’m just waiting for the right time Cristal you know how she can be. She so clingy, she acts like she can’t live without me,” Yunwoo explains to Cristal. You scoff to yourself as head this. “Mmcht yeah right like this isn’t my house you’re freeloading it.” You number to yourself as you lean in closer to get a better listen. No one knew that you were he one that made all the money between you two. Yunwoo didn’t have a job and was too embarrée to move back in with his parents after he dropped out of college. So you bought this home for the both of you to stay in. You on the other hand were and heiress to one of the most biggest, prestigious designing companies in the world. In other words you’re the 1 percent of the q percent. But you’ve always kept it a secret, because it is taboo to mention your wealth in front of other people who are less fortunate.

“well I just don’t see how it’s right to keep pretending and leading her on like this. Im starting to get annoyed just looking at her. She’s so pathetic.” At this point you e already opened the door. They look at you in shock to see you home this early. “Y/n-“ you hold up your hand. Not trying to hear a single word coming out of yunwoo’s mouth, already disgusted. You don’t speak of give them the time of day. Of course you have lots to say, say you listened to their conversation you realized that these people were below you. These people betrayed your trust, and defiled your home. They’re worth less than the dirt on a dog’s paw. And what do you look like speaking to those who aren’t even worthy enough to lick the dirt off of your dogs feet? “Y/n please let’s talk about this like adults.” Yunwoo pleads. All you can do is scoff ass you go around the room and gather your things.

“Yunwoo baby just let her go. You don’t need something like that anyways. She’s not worth the time,” Cristal says picking through her nails. “You know what Cristal you’re right. I don’t need this. I deserve better and y/n baby you can’t give that to me. I’m on to better things in life. While you’re going to be stuck a sad, lonely, bitter, insignificant, bitch no one can stand. So go on. Leave.” Yunwoo, who has more than audacity says to you. You, the classy person you are smile at him, gather your clothes, jewelry, and dog walk away. Leaving everything behind.

#bts jk #bts ff #btsedit #jung hoseok #kim najoon #kim soekjin #kim taehyung #park jimjn #bts army #jungkook x reader #cheating au #childhood friends au #jungkook fanfic #fanfic #friends to lovers #bts au #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts smut

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yourpsicodelicbitch · 1 year

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Astro observations bc it turned into one ⭕️

I’m fucking trying to do a short post again but my overthinking powers are gaining me. I fucking hate myself, this post was supposed to be a family astro observation post and then I turned it into a moon sign post and then into an astro observation post, and you know what?! IT’S MARVELOUS OKAY

Disclaimer: we have to imagine everyone has a functional family 🤩

Taurus moon child tends to be the mommas kid. They just love the comfort in those hugs, it gives them peace or certainly a mom-son moment. They could (would) appreciate it daily. (sorry for those motherless taurus moons)

The Gemini moon kid ALWAYS have a mom that is not certain a mom, they don’t fit in the prototype of a traditional mom. The mom of these children are working, or hate doing stuff like buying school material for their children, they could not even listen to their kids when they’re talking…I don’t fucking know too specific I know I feel like the kid could have felt that the mom was in her own world, thinking and thinking, spacing out, that they couldn’t relay on them, sometimes.

Aquarius mercury 12H kid please just shut the fuck up. Well I mean, don’t but yes. First, yes because you have so many reasons to speak out. About the things that you perceive (too much bb, you’re like a sponge😭), the injustice, etc., also about the introspection you have done and the very strong emotional depth you have to deal with but you don’t want to and let almost nobody know about it blablabla … Everything is peaceful and harmonious until you decide that the best way to approach is to be taken by your impulses and the strong emotions you feel, to finally speak out. Aquarius mercuries always think they’re right, so stubborn, will think that their idea is better. It could be so hurtful to others, the words you say without thinking how it would affect them. Winning an argument is not always satisfactory. You have to know, I’m just saying 😟🤭 Please, take a deep breath and repeat with me: “I have the ability to control myself, open my mind and see that even if I’m suffering and feel TOO MUCH it hurts, it doesn’t mean I have the right to hurt others with my actions and CERTAINLY words. It’s important to prepare or think what I’m about to call out, because nobody it’s going to take me serious if I yell uncontrollably”. Poor parents (not true fuck them no lie no fuck them like yes but no), everything is injustice, the way they treat you, blablabla etc. (I’m not a fan of supporting parents) I was going to turn this into a child observation and I deviate from the topic. Kill me please. omfg I’m so dramatic.

People with Gemini rising are SO OVERTHINKERS, THEY THINK TOO MUCH. I know it’s too obvious okay? They’re so logical, they think twice, not twice, 462946 times before doing something “risky” (that’s not even risky, for me at least). If I said “Do it for the experience”, they’re not going to deny the idea at first, but they’re going to stay forever in their minds and think if it’s a good idea, the pros the cons, the people, environment, etc. everything you could imagine. They’re gonna be like “I don’t knooow”, and start making questions about the plan. They take their time. And the more they think the more pessimist they turn and finally they’re gonna decline. They are going to ghost you or take a pause or not going to confirm. But these implies only and most if you ask them out or on an event situation, something that has to do with changing environment or simply take them out of their house.

Not in the way Libras sun do, they meditate the idea to make the best decision -I’m not saying Gemini risings don’t do that-, and they could be so indecisive in routine questions, like if they ask them “what do you want? chocolate milk or normal milk?” or “Should I put these pants or these ones?” I’m the libra sun I DONT FUCKING KNOW OKAY? IM IN MY FUCKING MIND AND I HAVE TO DRESS THE WAY I FEEL AND THE OCCASION OF COURSE AND THE…😭PLEASE HELP ME

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•This is based on my personal experience.

•English is not my first language.

•I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

#astro observations #astrology #libra sun #12h placements #taurus moon #aquarius #aquarius mercury #gemini #gemini moon #taurus #gemini rising #pisces moon #astrologia #sag venus #pinterest #thisisnotmyfirstlanguage #fuck it #astro notes

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hobie-enthusiast · 11 months

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ANON: 'Hobie def seems like he knows sign language not just for communicating with those who are non-hearing/non-verbal but even just to communicate with others that are not within hearing distance in an emergency

(Idk if this is actually canon but if not then it’s a personal bc I had for Hobie that I just really wanted to share with someone 😭)'

NO UR SO RIGHT ANON AND IM GONNA DELVE AND ELABORATE ON THIS!

hobie’s line of work requires him to jump language barriers. he knows his accent isn’t easy to understand so he knows how to translate some of his words so others can understand him.

he learned sign language while he was homeless, interacting with others from many different backgrounds. hobie utilizes it A LOT. sign language makes it easy for him to communicate and also express how he feels.

when fighting with his normal spider society teammates, he’ll teach them some key signs and terms he’ll sign to them when in combat or in stealth missions. this makes communication easier in long distance situations, and even helps catch the enemy off guard!

often times, hobie finds himself signing at his concerts. whenever he speaks or says words before his songs, he signs whatever he says with it. he wants to ensure everyone knows what’s happening and can enjoy the concert to its fullest.

he’s also the biggest advocate for everyone learning sign language. he hates how the world is set up to where those who need sign language are stuck behind a barrier, and wants that to change.

in a relationship, both you and hobie use sign language in cases either of you go non-verbal!

when hobie goes non-verbal, it’s because he’s exhausted. his day consists of fighting enemies, fascists, and corrupt government. of course he’s tired! when tired he’ll opt to sign as communication, too tired to even speak at that point. if you know sign language, perfect! please use it to communicate with him, it’s important to him. if you don’t, that’s okay! he’s your teacher now, teaching you all about the language and the culture with it.

whether you are mute, go non-verbal, or are someone with hearing loss, communication is never an issue with him. he knows how to sign effectively and efficiently, his communication and understand skills in sign language being amazing for someone self-taught. hobie always wants you to know that communication is never an issue.

even if you don’t require sign language, hobie is still going to use it. he uses it when he talks regularly, and its important to him you understand and maybe use it too.

he loves signing i love you. whether you both sign it with arms crossed over your hearts, or use the handshape to signify it, it’s still regularly used between you two. it’s something he appreciates greatly.

(also another little thing but he LOVES the sound his rings make against each other when he signs. i love the sound my rings make so im PROJECTING)

overall, sign language is an important part of hobie’s life. he wants everyone to be able to talk to him, get to know him. because no one deserves to not be understood solely because they know a different language than them!

SORRY WITH HOW INSANE I WENT W THIS ANON THIS WAS REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME!! i have a hard time understanding or comprehending what people say sometimes, and sign language is something i tend to use daily. this ask made me SO HAPPY <33

#LATEST FROM || ANON !!#hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #atsv #astv hobie #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #hobie brown

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acesofspadess · 1 month

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Kids Choice Awards

a/n: I know I know.... but im back! the next chapters are a build up so stay with me!

Award season was not done yet. After the Brits you had limited time to relax as you were heading out to America for the Kids Choice Awards.

Going through airports would probably never get easier. Paps constantly shouting and the blinding flashes of light was not even the worse. It was the fact that Harry and Niall were the worst at getting through them. You, Liam, Louis, and Zayn always formed a bubble around them. Being friends with Beverly meant you were always in crowds, she was -rightfully so- the most popular girl at school.

After making it through the Paps and security you were headed onto the private jet. “You okay?” you asked the boys who were sitting staring out the window as the plane took off. “Yeah it just doesn't get easier does it?” Harry spoke into the blanket held close to his chin. “It will. I promise it won't take as much affect out of you.” he smiled as best he could at you before looking back out the window

You looked over at Zayn who was already asleep and chuckled before looking at Louis and Liam. Liam had been having a rough patch with his girlfriend and they decided a break was needed between them, you could see how much it really affected him. Louis and Elenor tho, that was something different, they were a relatively happy couple. They had known each other before you all had blown up and you knew Louis cherished that.

‘Li,” you whispered as the seatbelt sign went off. “You ‘right?” you walked over to his chair and he opened his arms for you. You went and sat in his lap as he held you. “Dani and I are thinking of calling it.” He whispered and your heart broke for him. “But i thought you were just taking a break and then getting back when tour was over?” He shrugged his shoulders in response, “told me she didnt want to wait that long.” you hugged him tighter knowing that's all he really wanted.

“I love you Bow,” you smiled looking down at him, “i love you so much.” you kissed the top of his repeating the same words back to him as he held you tighter. It wasn't easy being a bunch of teens forced into proximity, feelings were going to arise, as they had with you harry and niall, but they same also happened with zayn, louis, and liam. It seemed they all really did have some sort of a crush on you, and you them.

The lines were blurry, very blurry, but it just changed everyone's meaning of friendship in the band. There was a ton more flirting than any normal friendship group, and your stereotypical boundaries were always crossed. But it worked for all of you, and that's the only thing that mattered.

You were in a separate room from the boys as Lou was getting you ready. “I don't think you understand how much I love having you here Lou.” you two laughed and continued talking not worried about what the boys were doing.

“We want to make it official with Autumn.” Niall spoke to the boys in their shared room. They all cheered loudly before Harry was shutting them down. “Hey she right there.” he pointed at the wall where you technically were. “She can't hear us.” Zayn shrugged off. “How are you gonna do it?

“Just do it now.”

They all snapped their heads towards the door. “You were pretty loud.” Harry and Niall came over to you with their heads down. “We wanted to make it special.” Harry sighed, throwing his head on your shoulder. “I know love.” you giggled at his pout. “I'm sorry.” you whispered looking at him and Niall. ‘Its okay.” Niall added softly. “But will you be with us officially?”

You smiled widely looking both boys. “Idk, Louis what do you think?” Harry and Niall groaned as everyone laughed. “Don't ask them, they're gonna say no!” Harry complained and you took his face in your hands. “I'm taking the piss of course i'll be with you guys officially.”

You kissed Harry quickly and then Niall as the boys and now Lou and Paul cheered. “I love you three, but we have to go. Autumn, shoes please.” Paul laughed looking at your bare feat which should have been in heels.

So far the awards were exactly what you thought. Very kiddy. It was so cute. Hearing the cheers when you were announced for performances was so cute.

Seeing all of these celebrities was still such a new thing for you. Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Andrew Garfield who the boys knew was your favourite.

The entire show was full of the whole band laughing and dancing at all the events of the show. It was finally your turn to perform now.

“After being discovered on the U.Ks X-factor.”

“They just made music history, by being the only british group to top the american charts, with their first album. Which also topped the charts in 15 other countries.”

“They are… Niall, Zayn, Liam, Harry, Louis, and my favourite Autumn.”

“Here is One Direction.”

The stage went dark as the 6 screens sketched outlines of your body. The whole thing was like a glitch. Then, there you were as the first notes of ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ played.

All of you were dressed in black and white. You jumped around the stage as if you would in a concert and high fived some of the fans by the stage. You and Harry made sure that you made it back for your solo in the middle as the lights dropped and the spotlight was on you.

You were successful this time around and went back to jumping around on stage, punching the biggest balloon you've ever seen.

The rest of the show went smoothly and when it was done you were meeting so many different people. Michelle Obama wanted to meet you and you almost passed out. Even being from a different country she did amazing things for black women like yourself.

The boys made sure you met Andrew Garfield which turned out to be in your favour as he had wanted to meet you too. You exchanged numbers promising to stay in touch. You met the cast of Victorious and iCarly and the cast of Hunger Games which made you nervous beyond reason.

At the end of the night at the after party you were all dancing around and saw Harry and Taylor chatting. You saw Harry look at you and waved you over. “Hi it's so nice to meet you.” your accent was a little thicker than normal based on how tired you were. “I absolutely love you in the band.” Taylor commented back and smiled widely as she did. “She is the leader, the only one keeping us together. She's really the best.” you looked up at him with teary eyes. “Stop it Haz.” you pouted as he kissed your forehead and wrapped an arm over your shoulder.

You ended up leaving them as others wanted to see you. By the end of night your social battery was dead. You fell right into bed between Niall and Harry slowly drifting to sleep. “So happy you're ours.” Harry mumbled into your neck. “So happy.” Niall added before you let sleep over take you.

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definitelynotshouting · 4 months

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Ask game #25?

mcytblr writer ask game

25.) What works and/or authors in the fandom do you recommend?

OH MAN..... GODS OKAY well this is about to become me gushing about my friends, but i think everyone and their mother should be reading @raichett, @droidofmay, @good-chimes, @sillyfairygarden, @sisyphean-writes, @renardroi's writing. Like holy shit i know some incredible authors. Grim in particular went and fully changed my brain chemistry with his fic Total Apogee of the Heart, which i do believe i described to him as "like reading an oil painting," and "like you've taken an axe to my chest and deftly split it down the middle to show me the inner workings of my heart," which is truly the palest of terms i can use to describe something that ended up feeling so soul-shocking to me /pos. The skillful way he twists words to layer these rich, saturated themes into his stories makes me INSAAAAAAANE, its pretty much the epitome of how i want to write when it comes to thematic elements and imbuing my narratives with symbolism. I genuinely dont know how to describe it, but the way he crafts sentences and weaves in references to other media is like reading a fairytale, and it leaves me feeling like ive just resurfaced from a dream every time.

And, ofc, my very good and dear friend Raichett with their ACP-verse-- oh my gods what an incredible read. Reincarnation fic with modern minecraft worldbuilding FUCKING SIGN ME UP..... i think this might be my favorite fic in the fandom because truly you can just feel the heart-wrench of how long Grian has been waiting, of all those words left unsaid during his and Scar's initial conversation that we the reader happen to be privy to. AND THE SEQUEL!!! THEE SEQUELLLLL THE ONGOING SEQUEL RAAAAAAAHH okay im normal im normal im normal <- lying. It just manages to hit every fucking trope i love all at once so i start frothing at the mouth whenever it gets updated or they send me snippets. I could read Raichett's writing for hours and hours and just feel so warm within it, truly beautiful prose and characterization :]

And ohhhh Sisyphean my beloved..... if you havent been reading their anonymous scarian fic series then please please do so, especially Bread and Butterflies, a fic they gifted me that made me simultaneously want to cry and also curl up into for the rest of my life. Something about the atmosphere in their fics, along with the juxtaposition of their unique form of humor, really just knocks it out of the park for me. And, of course, the gut-wrenching wing scene-- trust me, you need to read this fic. The reveal is so incredibly well done that it feels like a gauze being lifted from your eyes so you can finally see more than the lurking silhouette of what's been hinted at. Beautiful fic and evocative writing, i dont feel like i can do it justice you're just gonna have to go read it for yourself >:]

Sorry i told you this was gonna be me gushing so i am going to gush can we talk about Droid's fucking fics please. Can we talk about those. I've always been captivated by their writing, worldbuilding, and the way they so deftly weave implications into their prose to present a fic that feels so neatly-woven it practically breathes. Every work i've ever read from them, regardless of fandom, is some of the most engaging writing ive ever read before. Not to promo a fic inspired by hunger au, but im especially enamoured with their gift will the curse be reversed if you say it backwards. Reading that was like getting kicked in the chest a billion times until it ached, and the way they portrayed the two Grian's dynamics brought me perilously close to tears multiple times while reading, which is admittedly very hard to do. Also i think reading that fic is the closest ive ever gotten to what yall experience whenever i upload a new hunger au chapter-- i stg the dread i felt as the fic progressed had me HOLLERING in their dms like "IS THIS WHAT THATS LIKE. OH MY GODS" truly just a phenomenal fic all around

Thello, oh Thello, my beloved friend, her fic you are here to risk your heart had ME heartbroken in the best of ways when i first read it, and every reread since has only solidified it as a stunning cross-section into 3L!scarian's dynamic. Thello's writing in general is always so deeply elegant and refined-- reading it feels a lot like shoving the world's richest, gooiest, most delicately-layered cake into my mouth to melt on my tongue. She just gets intimacy in a way i rarely see done, highlighting the fragile way people can come together while straining to stay apart. Her writing is so deeply, utterly human in the details she chooses to focus on, and that level of groundedness paired with her fantastical prose makes me feel like what im reading is both very real and also the whisps of a beautiful, colourful dream.

And, last but very much not least, my wonderful friend Telk. Telk's writing is so utterly unique, bursting at the seams with both humor and a quiet rawness that punches me right in the ribs every single fucking time. They're also so deeply, insanely skilled at being able to say so so much in a story while dancing around the actual core of it, drawing you into understanding whats really going on below the surface like an event horizon. Their fic A Certain Je Ne Sais What is, in my mind, a particularly good example of the subtle and skillful way they weave implications into their work-- im perpetually in awe of how meticulously they poured Grian's cognitive dissonance between how he really feels about Scar, and how he wants to feel about Scar, into the narrative. That, and their characterization is genuinely flawless, im not sure ive ever read better character voices that capture the inherent humor of their owners than in Telk's writing.

Gods i have so much more to say about so many more of my friends and their fics but i'll stop here otherwise i will never shut up. Local guy loves his friends so fucking much i will shout it to the sky any chance i can take<3

And as a bonus, here's the hermit/trafficshipping collection i run on ao3, affectionately nicknamed The Body Count!! Its chock-full of incredible authors and writing, all of whom are my close friends, and its recently expanded to contain 60+ fics!! 60+!!!! INSANE. MY FRIENDS ARE INSANE AND I LOVE THEM PLEASE GO READ AND COMMENT ON THEIR WORKS BC THEY DESERVE THE ATTENTION :] THANKS FOR THE ASK AAAAAAAAAA OKAY BYE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#shouting speaks #asks #ask game #fic recs #hermitcraft #traffic series #hermitblr #trafficblr #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #mcyt #this ask is basically me dancing around jingling like a silly little jester while aggressively gesturing to my friends #PLEASE PLEASE GIVE THEM COMMENTS THEY DESERVE IT #EVERYTHJNG THEY WRITE IS PURE GOLD #long post #txt

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book-place · 1 year

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Tis the Season

Warnings: panic attacks, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Damian Wayne x reader platonic

Request: I NEED SOME FLUFF

Can I pls request a batfam x reader who's the quite kid. He's never heard her talk (they usuallyjust use sign language, but they're not mute) and they're super anxious all the time. They're also super scared of Damian and his family members bc they look scary lol.Anyways, Damian had asked you if youd like to come over for a Christmas party they were having. You couldn't say no to your best (and only) friend, so u agreed. You felt anxious the WHOLE time you were at the party, you weren't used to interacting this much and you started to feel stressed out. You could feel a panic attack brewing so you asked to use the restroom. You had waited about 10 minutes in the restroom until Damian noticed you were gone so he quickly sent you a message asking where you were (thru text)."I think im having a panic attack?", was all you said before damian quickly came over to the restroom and knocked on the door. When you opened he say that you were shaking. He continued to help u through it

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: Things get to be too much during Damian’s Christmas party

A/N: Welcome to Day 12 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas Celebration

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Don’t be nervous,” Though Damian spoke the words out loud, he subconsciously signed them quickly to you, not thinking much of it as he did so.

You glanced at him and nodded your head slightly, the anxiousness not draining from your body, even at his comforting words and tone.

You had been best friends with the boy for three years, and this was the first time you were spending Christmas together, at his house with a party his father always threw.

Your parents had been invited as well by Bruce, which was the only reason you had been able to go, and though he didn’t show it, Damian was beyond thrilled to have you there with him. Normally these parties were dull and took far too long. But if you were there, time would go by much quicker and he could actually enjoy himself.

Of course though, you were a bit timid about today, having always been a shy and quiet person.

As a matter of fact, Damian had only heard you talk a small handful of times within your friendship, but you weren’t mute. That was originally why he learned sign language, so that you would feel more comfortable being able to communicate with him.

The two of you weaved in and out of people as you made your way through the manor, you following after Damian who was trying to scope out the best way to get to the snack table.

The farther you went into the house, the more anxious you got. And pretty soon, your breathing had begun to pick up to an abnormal pace and your hands had begun shaking.

Hesitantly, you reached in front of you and tugged at your best friend's sleeve slightly to gain his attention.

His head automatically snapped back to you and his eyes scanned your panic-stricken face, “What is it?” He asked immediately, “What is wrong?”

You just shook your head slightly from side to side and signed that you just needed to use the bathroom.

“Do you want me to stand outside and wait for you?” He didn’t even hesitate to offer.

Guilt started to pour into you as you realized that would take away from him, and he would be missing part of his own party by worrying about and waiting for you.

So instead of saying yes like you so badly wanted to, you shook your head and signed that you would be fine, that you knew the way there, and slipped off into the crowd before he could react.

The whole way there, you felt your vision blur so you stuck to the outsides of the room, trailing your hand across the wall as you walked for support in case you were to fall.

When you finally were able to make it to the bathroom, which was thankfully vacant, you practically slammed the door before locking it and sliding down the back of it until your knees were curled up to your chest.

There were so many people out there. It was so loud. So bright. There were so many different smells of food. The music seemed to be coming from every which way-

You hadn’t even realized that you had begun rocking back and forth with hot tears spilling out of your eyes as it became harder and harder to breathe. Your lungs felt like they were squeezing in on themselves, while at the same time you felt as though your throat was closing.

From your pocket, you felt your phone begin to vibrate as it buzzed and it slipped out and onto the floor.

Through your blurry vision, you were just able to make out Damian’s name. He was calling you.

Fumbling with your fingers, all thoughts of ruining his party flew out of your mind as the only thing you could focus on was that you needed him. You needed your best friend.

“Y/n?” You heard his voice call worriedly through the phone, “Where are you? It’s been ten minutes and you haven’t responded to my text messages.”

Normally, he wouldn’t call you, not wanting to force you to talk. But he had begun getting worried, especially because of the state you had left in.

“D-Damian…” You stuttered out in between labored breaths, “I- I think I’m having a… having a panic attack.”

“I’ll be right there.” Came his immediate reply, and not even a moment later, there was a soft knocking on the door.

“Y/n?” Damian’s voice came muffled through the wood door, “It’s me, may I come it?”

Shakily, you scooted away from the door and clumsily unlocked it.

He quickly slipped in and shut and locked the door behind him once more, sinking to his knees before you as he took in your distressed state.

Gently, he shushed you, “It is okay, I am here now,” His tone was gentler than you had ever heard it, “There is nothing to be worrying about. You can breathe, just keep breathing.”

The sight of him alone was enough to help your breathing slow down a bit. You had always felt at ease when he was around.

After a few more moments of silence as he let you try to calm down, he took a box you hadn’t noticed from beside him and presented it to you.

“I have gotten you a gift.” He said, holding it out for you to take.

By then, your panic attack had been reduced to nothing more than mere sniffles and slight shaking in the hands as you slowly took the box from him.

After shooting one last glance in his direction, you slowly removed the top and a gasp slipped through your lips. There, sat a beautiful leather bound notebook.

You had always loved to write. Not only did it calm you down, but it gave you a place to put your thoughts and feelings that you never were able to express out loud.

“T-thank you,” You whispered, eyes filling with tears for a different reason than before as you looked at the beautiful object, “I love it.”

He waved a hand dismissively, as if it were nothing, “Are you alright, though?” His eyes searched yours for any sign that you weren’t.

The smallest of smiles crept up on your lips, “I am now.”

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things

Honorable mention to @angelic-simp bc ily and why not? 🦝

#book places christmas event #platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #teen reader #dc x reader #damian wayne x reader platonic #damain wayne #damian wayne x reader #batfam x reader platonic #batfamily x reader #batfam x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x reader platonic

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toxicanonymity · 9 months

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im online training at a new job and it is.. going terribly(socially). there’s this manager (out of four) that’s pretty much threatening to revoke my contract at every point, even when other trainees are doing worse than I am. im on the fence but everyone around me is saying she’s singling me out/bullying me, probably because I am literally the youngest person here by far (the next youngest person is 29, im 18)

need a Joel to just. let me be brain dead and boneless. kiss my nose and then kiss my pussy till i fall asleep. sometimes, you just can’t do it properly yourself, and (stepdad? vampire?) joel genuinely gets a bit miffed and just does it for you instead. like just lay on your back, spread your thighs, and feel. n then maybe fall asleep on ur comedown. but for me rn- the daydream is a joel that im not in a relationship with, and he just.. hears the stress. sees the stress. decides to come in at some point and sort it out himself. so he knows it’s been done properly

Sorry about your work. But your thots. . . yes PLEASE!!! Oh my god how I needed something like this the other day. this sounds like thighs out behavior because his approach was similar in spirit in his first fic --Sky's out, thighs out. He knows you're having a bad day, comes on over to you on the pool deck where you're just lying there. he takes control to make it easy on you (just tells you to say stop if you don't want it). But whatever Joel you'd like to imagine -

braindead / stressed, joel helps I8+

Let's say you're practically catatonic lying on your bed, after a good cry. Once you're done crying, Joel knocks lightly on the door, which is already cracked open, so his light knock opens it. You glance up but don't say anything. He asks, "want me to leave ya 'lone?" and you shake your head no but don't acknowledge him in any other way. He lays down next to you, doesn't try to get you to talk. He just kisses you lightly on the cheek, on the nose, on your sternum. He puts his hand between your legs and ghosts your clit over your clothes. You whimper softly but give no other sign of awareness. He gently pulls off your clothes like you're a doll, unmoving. You're not helping him, but not resisting. "ain't gonna help? s'alright, baby'."

He gently spreads your feet and gets between your thighs. He traces them lightly with his fingertips, sliding down to your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where they meet. Then he gently fingers you while he gropes a breast with his other hand. He takes a deep breath that's practically a growl as he adjusts himself. Then he scoots back, brings his mouth between your legs, and kisses your pussy. He goes at it gently, then his arousal takes over and he's latched on for dear life, spreading his hands all over you, not expecting anything in return, not even expecting you to writhe or be vocal as you normally might, because he can tell you're just spent. As you come he's moaning into your cunt, humping the bed, possibly coming in his pants. Once you finish coming, he gets a hold of himself. His voice is soft, "that feel good?" and you just barely nod. He wipes off his mouth and lays next to you, draping his arm heavily over your waist. "ok if I nap with ya?" then he falls asleep with you, content that it's been done properly.

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller drabble #joel miller imagine

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apfelkuchle · 2 years

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Hello! I saw you wanted to have requests coming to you and I wanted to give you that request! Of course you dont have to, but here we go!

I was thinking Transformers Prime Optimus, Ratchet, and Ultra Magnus reacting to Female Human being heavily bullied like a fight happened. I would like to see their over protective reactions when they just came over to pick them up from work like a normal day.

You may add or subtract to this idea I do not mind anything you do! I just wanted to give you some ideas! Hopefully you are doing ok and have fun!

ahh tysm for the ask im excited to be doing this again :D i haven’t watched tfp in a hot second but i still love these characters ❤️

(platonic) TFP Optimus, Ratchet, and Ultra Magnus reactions to human reader in a fight

warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, reader is a minor (platonic relationship), implied violence, minor injury

Optimus Prime

Its rare that optimus is able to pick you up from school, though he tries to as often as possible

he’s just so busy, but he always tries to make time for you. he holds a very strong belief that the Autobots should maintain a close relationship with their humans, and hes no exception

and hes done well with that, hed even consider you a friend. a close one.

so when you step into his cab with your head down, and only hum at his greeting, hes worried.

very worried

he’s aware of the bullying. he’s allowed you to talk, and encouraged you to, while he works on his data pads. it upsets him a great deal, but there’s little he can do

he knows little about human children and how horrible some teenagers can be at times

ultimately, he’s upset, borderline angry when he sees the scuffs on your face and the bruising on your chin.

he doesn’t know much about humans to begin with, much less about comfort in general. but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try his best.

“(y/n),” Optimus starts. “Are you feeling alright?”

He hadn’t yet seen the cuts and bruises on your face, and you’d like to keep it that way.

You’re head rests on his window, “Can we just go?”

Optimus stays silent for a moment, slightly shocked at your sudden and aggressive tone. “Of course.”

Much of the ride is silent as he searches for the right words. He already knows what has happened, or at least he’s assumed. These “bullies”, “deceptions in human skin” as Ratchet had called them during one of their late night discussions.

You sniffle, and Optimus is pulled from his thoughts.

“(y/n),” Optimus says. He pauses once more, “Are you… alright?”

Of course not. You’re crying, you’re hurt. Of course you’re not alright! But what else is he to say? He’s clueless how to help you, but he can’t just let you be. Not right now.

“M’fine,” you choke out, and clear your throat. And more clearly, “I’m sorry, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Optimus activates his holoform in the seat beside you. “I would not be your guardian if I did not worry… I know it was them. Please, look at me.”

As you raise your head, he catches sight of the extent of your injury, and he can feel the anger begin to rise. But he keeps quiet, and makes eye contact.

Optimus sighs quietly, and pulls to the side of the empty, long road. He turns to look at you again, contemplating.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

And it’s your turn to pause and think. The tears well in your eyes. Optimus silently opens his arms in welcome, and you accept the hug.

Ratchet

much like optimus, ratchet is a busy mech. often times he has bumblebee pick you up for him, being too engrossed in his own work to bother stepping away

it also took him a long time to find out about the bullying. he finds it easier to focus with silence, talking and music only disrupts his peace and makes it difficult for him to work. thus, you couldn’t talk to him about it for a while

but being a field medic, and the (now) sole medic of the autobots isn’t just about physical injury. it’s mental aswell, and the signs of unrest and upset are clear as day to him

when you step into his cab, he assumes you’re just being “a teenager”, as he’s heard june refer to it many times before with jack.

“What’s the matter with you?” Ratchet grunts. “Ow, watch it!”

The door to his passenger seat slams, and the cab rocks as you slump against the door aggressively. Ratchet grumbles something about “children” and pulls out of the school lot.

Ratchet’s holoform is activated, as to avoid suspicion from human locals. A quick glance in your direction morphs to a worried stare. Your shaking is a little difficult to ignore. And then it clicks for him.

“What did they say?” Ratchet spoke softly, just loud enough for you to hear him. He’s not upset at you for slamming the door, not right now.

“Nothing,” you mutter. “… they jumped me.”

“What..?” Ratchet exhales in consternation. He’s commonly referred to such people as “deceptions in human skin”. He had once been exaggerating, however, he’s becoming more convinced.

Ratchet stops on the side of a disused road on the way to the base, and his holoform exits.

“Get out, in the back. I have tools back here.”

He’s not a talker. By any means. But he cares, in his own way.

Ultra Magnus

Magnus has an even slimmer understanding of humans than ratchet

and, yet again, is extremely busy

he really only picks you up because optimus told him to. not because he doesn’t like you, no, he does, but because he is busy.

reports are constantly being written and missions devised

he’s the type to recommend either 1. being the bigger person, walking away and ignoring it or 2,

fighting them

straight up. he’s a rule follower, but when he eventually hears ratchet talking about it, he sees it in a different light. he would only encourage fighting however, if they’ve attacked you first

so when you step into the cab, clearly roughed up, he already has a question in mind

“Did you win?”

It startles you. “What?”

“Did you win?” Ultra Magnus repeats. “The fight.”

You don’t say anything, and Magnus puffs. He wants to scold you, to ridicule you like a soldier. It’s first instinct to him, but he refrains. For your sake.

His holoform flickers into existence as he reaches the highway, and he reaches over.

“Let me see.”

He holds your face in his hand as he drives, turning you side to side and observing the forming bruises.

“They roughed you up good, huh?” Magnus hums. “You’re tough. You’ll make it.”

You’re not amused, nor has he made you feel better at all. Slapping his hand away, you slump further into your seat and cross your arms.

A silence falls over the cab. Not exactly comfortable, but you don’t really care.

“Do I need to inform June?” He tries again. He does feel bad, but he’s not exactly the talking type. He’s a fighter, built for it and raised in it. But he’s trying, and that’s what matters.

You shake your head, and hum a no.

Another silence, and he glances at your reddened fists.

“How hard’d you hit ‘em?”

This pulls a half smile from you. “Like a truck.”

Ultra Magnus chuckles lightly, “Atta’ girl.”

#transformers #tfp #maccadam #ultra magnus #ultra magnus x reader #platonic #transformers prime #optimus #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime #tfp ultra magnus #optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #ratchet #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader

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dirtysvthoughts · 10 months

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𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER FOUR

pairing: rapper! seungcheol x stripper! reader

word count: 3.2k (longest for this series so far!)

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, dom! seungcheol, deep voice cheol, dirty talk, giving cheol head, reader gets partially nude, mentions of d*ugs, pet names, grinding on the d w/o a condom (please protect yourselves tho, always), seungcheol’s fave body part on you is your ass (he is an ass man, i’m not fighting people on this, it’s a fact)

notes: after about a nearly two month break we’re back! sorry y’all i know the momentum has kinda died out a bit, but between coming back to the states after a month long trip and returning to my normal routines and going back to work and some family stuff, it was hard to find the energy to write. but we’re back nonetheless! thank you for sticking by if you’re still here!

playlist songs: money showers - fat joe, remy ma, ty dolla sign, hey daddy (daddy’s home) - usher, another nasty song - latto

taglist: @im-gemmy @enhacolor @hooniewnderland @svtup @kawaiikels @weeevrse @diorsfxck @kyexvly @woozarts @ifuckcheol @marsstarxhwa @haoxiaoba (if your user is crossed out that means i cant tag you)

the smell of weed is strong enough to take over the small studio space, it slightly crowded with the amount of people in the room. a few producers sit in their chairs, altering the sound board controls every and now and then, a heavy bass booming through the system.

behind the door and in the booth is seungcheol, or s.coups (his stage name), spitting fire into the mic as he records the final tracks for an upcoming, anticipated mixtape. he had a pretty decent following after posting some songs on soundcloud for the fun of it, and it continued to grow when he released his first mixtape a few months ago. now pretty much everyone knew his name and it wouldn’t be long before he caught the attention of a mainstream, viral artist.

as he says his last words, the volume goes down and a voice fills the booth, “yeah man, that was great as fuck!” seungcheol smiles as he puts up his headphones and exits the room, dapping up all the producers to thank them for their hard work.

“this mixtape is gonna be so fire, cheol, you’re really out there now!”

“yeah, soon you’re not even gonna need us anymore, working with all those big time producers,” someone chimes in and seungcheol immediately frowns.

“hey man, don’t even say that. you guys were the first people to give me a chance, i’m never gonna forget my brothers,” he nudges them in their shoulder, and they respond by rolling their eyes.

“well that was the last track we had to do for today, what are you guys’s plans for tonight?” someone asks, but before he can even answer, seungcheol hears his phone ring with a text message alert.

princess: hey cheollie, just making sure you’re still on for tonight at illusion! i have a vip room ready and waiting just for you baby ❤️

he can’t help it, but his dick twitches at the last sentence you typed out. he was intoxicated just by the thought of you.

seungcheol has been one of your few regulars ever since he showed up to the club one night two years ago, celebrating the release of his first mixtape. the night in it of itself was a movie, expensive bottles everywhere, music blasting, and girls half-naked dancing on the tables and couches. cheol’s section was upstairs and it was where the party was really at. word got around quickly through the dressing room that cheol was there, and most of the dancers were hanging out with him and his entourage, trying to be the one girl to get him all to themselves. who wouldn’t want him all his glory to be honest?

you however, not exactly enticed by the rowdiness, took your spot at one of the available poles on the main floor. “just another one of those wannabe rappers,” you thought. not too far from his section, you went into one of your routines once a new song started playing. while spinning and inverting, enjoying the high the pole gave you, you didn’t even notice that seungcheol’s attention somehow made its way towards you.

to say the least, he was astounded. not only were you gorgeous in every way possible, you danced like you were on air, as if gravity meant nothing to you. as one of the bottle girls walked through to deliver another round of shots, she calls out to him, waking up from his trance when one of his friends shakes his shoulder.

“coups, are we getting more shots or what? stop daydreaming, it’s way too lit in here for that,” he grabs the ass of the dancer that was currently grinding onto him, matching his body to her energy to mimic riding her.

“y-yeah, sorry, we’ll have more shots,” seungcheol stutters as the server puts down the tray. before she can leave though, he taps her hand.

“do you know all of the dancers here?”

“yeah..” she responds in a slightly confused tone. “why are you asking?”

cheol then points to you, thanking the gods that you didn’t disappear from his line of sight. cash now lined your pole’s platform as your hips rolled to the beat, and then dropped down into a surprise split, patrons tossing even more bills at you.

“who’s she? she’s so fucking sexy,” he sighs sweetly, wanting to leave the table and everyone else just to have even a moment with you.

“oh, that’s sage - she’s one of our main dancers. if you wanna see her dance for you though, you better ask fast. there’s a reason why she’s so popular,” she says as she walks away carrying the empty tray under her arms.

without a second thought, he gets up from the table and goes down the stairs, his friends groaning in disappointment that seungcheol was leaving them. “this is all for you and you’re leaving the fun?” someone calls out behind him.

“i’ll be back in a bit!” he waved his hand, motioning to shoo them away. “there’s something i wanna do first.” with his friends out of the way, now he could focus on what he really wanted - you.

little did the both of you know that you would meeting sooner than you thought. you needed to make your way to the dressing room to grab something, but you got so caught up in your drive that you didn’t even notice another body heading directly towards you. you and cheol then accidentally bump into each other, and luckily you’re able to regain your balance in your heels just in time.

“whoa, i’m so sorry, i didn’t see you ther-” seungcheol freezes mid-sentence when he realizes it was you he bumped into. “holy shit,” he thought to himself. you looked gorgeous from afar, but right in front of him? it was taking everything in him not to have his hard-on show.

“no, it was my bad, i wasn’t paying attention,” you respond, your voice flowing sweet like honey to him. you try to continue walking but cheol reaches out and grabs your hand. you look at him funny as he doesn’t say anything at first.

“is there something else you need?” you ask, a bit confused, wanting to hurry up and go to the dressing room.

“yeah, you,” he thinks to himself again, trying to keep his eyes on yours and not at how your boobs were almost spilling out of your olive green two-piece.

he gathers his thoughts and takes a mental sigh. “there is actually,” he smirks as he pulls you closer to his body, his hands on your waist. he whispers in your ear and it sends shivers down your spine and your core.

“lemme take you to a room, princess. i saw you dancing over there and i wanna have you all to myself.” you bit your lip hard at the proposal. while he may have awkwardly grabbed your hand and you questioned his actions for a second, you could see why practically everyone was trying to be in his section. he’s handsome as fuck, his dark hair slightly hanging over his eyes, and his black shirt and jeans defining his built body. and to top it off, he had a voice that melted you like chocolate fondue.

“how will i know that it’ll be worth it? you’re clearly not the first guy i’ve taken to a room and you definitely won’t be the last. how will you make it worth my while?” you tease him, twirling your hair in between your fingers.

he chuckles and runs his hand through his hair. “why tell you and waste time when we can just get to it now, princess?”

yup, just your style.

“wait by the bar for me?” you wink at him as you go to the dressing room, purposefully walking slower to make sure got a full view of back of your body, admiring how good your ass looked even from afar.

he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he walked to the bar, in awe at the fact that he was so damn lucky today. a successful mixtape release, a great party, and now the most gorgeous woman he ever laid eyes on was about to be in his sole presence. nothing could get better than this.

or so he thought, because later than night. things definitely got way better when you finally took him to a vip room. after you danced for him on the pole, it lead to one of the hottest lap dances you’ve ever given, which subsequently lead to seungcheol taking you down on the couch, having you scream and moan his name until you came not once, not twice, but three times in the span you two were together.

ever since then, seungcheol came to see you nearly every single week, providing you with stacks of cash, phenomenal sex, a good conversation, and sometimes even all three. you also quickly realized that cheol definitely was not one of those “wannabe soundcloud rappers.” he had the talent, charisma, and passion for the industry, and you hoped that someone would recognize him for his gifts very soon.

going back to the present, cheol speaks up getting the attention of his audience. “well sage is working tonight, and today’s the usual day i go see her, so if anyone wants to hit up club illusion with me, we’ll roll right now,” he looks down at his silver audemars piguet watch, the hands pointing very close to the 10. a few people agree to go with him, others saying that they weren’t in the mood for a strip club or they had other places to be at.

cheollie: i’ll be there soon, i just wrapped up another studio session. can’t wait to see you princess, been on my mind all day

after getting some food and chilling out, the group finally makes its way to the club, the line pretty much nonexistent at this time for a thursday night. he and his crew stick together, some of the dancers approaching them.

“hey coups,” one of the girls flirts with him, biting her lip. another dancer next to her waves her hand, flipping her hair back to show off her decorated neck, inviting seungcheol to come touch her. he nods and smiles at the both of them, but he was only interested in just one person.

“coups!” you call out for him, spotting him from a distance. you walk down from the platform - your lemon-colored sequin bikini set tracing every beautiful curve on your body, the yellow heels you wore matching perfectly. as you walk down to meet him, you can’t help but admire how sexy he looks. his blonde hair, his white shirt encapsulating his muscles, his expensive sunglasses on his forehead. seungcheol quickly embraces you when you take your last step off the stairs, hands on your waist and both your lips locking immediately. it quickly escalates, moaning into his mouth when you feel his tongue roaming yours.

his friends groan behind of him when they see how intimate you two become, seungcheol’s hands starting to palm your ass. he turns his head, chuckling at their reactions, “like what you see?” he winks at them and goes back to kissing you, hands now moving their way across your chest.

they mumble to each other and leave the two of you alone, making their way to the main floor to find a table. once you know they’re out of sight, you grab his chin, causing seungcheol to stop and look at you. “finally,” you sigh happily, kissing the inside of his neck. “i’ve been waiting for you baby.”

he caresses your cheek, “didn’t you say you had a room for me too? c’mon princess, let’s go somewhere a lot less crowded.” you take his hand and lead him to the hall of private rooms downstairs, opening the second to last one, revealing a soft, golden lit room - the furniture basked in a champagne hue, and the stage decorated in a chrome, slick black.

“welcome to the champagne room, seungcheol!” you exclaim walking him in, cheol making sure the door was closed behind you. he whistles in amazement - the two of you have been in a share of private rooms in illusion, but this is the first time he’s been in a room as decorated as this.

“a change of pace i see,” he says walking towards the center chair, taking a seat on the cushions. “why the new setting princess?” he asks, running his hand behind his hair, unintentionally making you clench with how his muscles flexed.

you sultrily saunter toward him, making sure he could see all of you, making him crave for more of you. without another word, you gingerly sit on his lap, lacing your arm around his neck. “i actually wanna try something new with you, cheol,” you sheepishly smile, looking down at his chest, fingers starting to play with the necklace he was wearing.

“we’ve done so many things in these four walls, but the one thing i haven’t done yet is give you head in the private rooms.. which is crazy now that i’ve think about it,” you let out a small laugh, mind wandering to all of the dirty things you two have done, from cheol fucking you against the wall, handcuffed to nearly having a threesome. but one of the simplest things you could’ve ever done with cheol - neither of you had acted upon it yet.

“whaddaya say? can i go down on you seungcheol?” you whisper the last few words in his ear, and he groans as he reaches for his pants and his belt, loosening it up without hesitation.

“i’m all yours baby,” he tilts your chin up to look at you. “get this dick wet like only you can.”

——

is this the first time you’ve given head at a strip club? of course not, but it’s never felt as good as tonight. you’ve seen and felt seungcheol’s dick several times, knowing he was big. but you still weren’t prepared for the feeling of bliss having him deep inside your throat.

“that’s it baby, take some more in,” he guides your head, bobbing it up and down his length, making sure your pacing wasn’t going too fast. he wanted to savor you for as long as he could.

the tip of his dick was hitting the back of your throat, and it felt so good that you felt tears might prick your eyes. you moan around him, taking it a bit faster, and he groans loudly, head tilting backward, hands roaming your hair.

“fuck.. baby, keep taking me… mmm, just like that,” he breathlessly smiles at you and you feel you immediately clench, your panties getting even wetter. you speed up your pace for the final time, and not even a minute later, he cums into your mouth, and you don’t hesitate to swallow everything he gives you.

you lick your lips and open your mouth to let him know you’ve finished, and he kisses you again, your tongue fighting for dominance as you stand up and sit in his lap. he undoes your bra as it falls onto his lap and you begin to feel his length on your panty covered crotch.

“mmm, you just can’t enough of me, can’t you cheol?” you giggle, maneuvering your fingers to pull your panties to the side. “got you so rock hard that the only thing you can think of is me, huh? you’re so down bad,” you fully sink down on him and you both moan out loud, adoring the way how both of you feel on each other.

he grabs a handful of your ass and starts groping at the skin, to which you respond by grinding down on cheol, tits slowly beginning to bounce as you established a rhythm.

“okay, so i am down bad, but what about you princess? i bet your panties got wet the second you laid eyes on me tonight,” he says planting a smack on your ass, not too hard, but definitely not soft either. “but then again, when do you not get wet when you’re around me? always so needy for me, my baby. but you’re so patient and so ready,” he begins to kiss down your chest, reaching your breasts.

“fuck- don’t stop talking, please keep going!” you moan again as you both start to speed up the pace. “i-i don’t think i’ve told you this but, i love your voice, cheol.. it melts me like butter, ah!” you exclaim as he envelops one of your nipples in his mouth, pushing his head in further so he could take more of you.

at this point, you were now fully bouncing in his lap, his hands bringing you in closer, making sure you both were body to body, as close as you could be.

“feels so good my princess, fuck yeah, keep bouncing on me like that. doing such a good job for me, pretty girl,” he can’t help but revel in your glow, the faces you’re making, and how you're riding him - he knew you weren’t too far off, and he was getting close too.

as you keep grinding down on him the coil in your belly continues to tighten, and when you finally feel it break, you can’t even give seungcheol so much as a warning when you come all over the lower half of his body.

“holy shit,” you breathe out, trying to compose yourself after the amazing orgasm you just experienced. “cheol, holy shit, you’re amazing,” you chuckle at him and smiles back at you, giving you little pecks around your face.

“nah, that’s all you, princess, no one can do me the way you do.” he stares at you lovingly and you try not to let the blush creep up your face.

——

after a few minutes go by, you both begin to put your clothes back on and you across the room for your bra top. as you bend over to get it, cheol whistles, mentally groaning at how full and pretty your ass looks from far.

“damn princess, have you been working out?” he asks coming closer, giving another smack to your cheek one more time, then putting a few bills in between the strings. you put on your bra, making sure it was decently tight.

“a little bit… you like?”

“like? more so love,” he grabs you by the waist, back flush against his body. his hands stay there, going up and down to every inch of skin. you start to sway your hips, seeing if you could get him hard again.

“ah ah,” he whispers in your ear, licking your earlobe. “don’t start anything you cant finish, sweetheart.”

“i could say the same for you, cheol,” you snake your hands up to caress his face. “but don’t you love that about me baby? when i get started, it’ll be an experience you’ll never ever forget.”

and he’ll admit it - you were right. you are addicting, irresistible, a flame that continues to burn in his heart - his forever pole princess.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seungcheol imagines #scoups imagine #seungcheol scenarios #scoups scenarios #seungcheol fanfic #scoups fanfic #dsvtt: private dancer #dsvtt: kenny’s works

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year

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Dating Eyeless Jack would include (plus general Jack headcannons)

Hello hello!! Im back with another list of headcannons!! This time with EJ!! Hope you all enjoy!!

First off, he's a hermit. He doesn't like people, especially in my take of him

I personally headcannon Eyeless Jack to be more of a person being possessed/turning into a monster rather than being a monster at creation, yk? Its built off that one spin off backstory someone wrote; where Jack is in school and gets caught up in some cult stuff

Yeah that story!! I took that one and the original and mashed it up!! My idea is that Jack is still there, mostly normal but has a barely controllable hunger for flesh ++ he body deteriorates as time passes to better resemble how we all know him (grey skin, maybe sharp teeth if you hc it, ect ect)

Now that I've caught you up with my take on him, I'll continue!! Since he's in this position I feel like it'd be near impossible for him to actually. Allow himself to have a romantic relationship, or any relationship for that matter.. he feels that you being around him will put you in danger

Thats not to say my EJ is evil! Hes not, its just the funky curse that compels him to eat meat

But let's say he does find you, and lets his walls down, and you two get together

To start, he rarely takes off his mask outside of feeding times, most times he can't remember the details of; often being a blur left in his mind due to his curse

So mask kisses! Lots and lots of them! You'll have to be the one to initiate it though <\3 Jack never seemed to be the type to seek n give affection, at least to me

On the off chance you do see him without the mask, he might.. MIGHT let you actually kiss him

He's got sharp teeth, that's one reason he's nervous about kissing you for real

He also has half a dozen long, writhing, snake like tongues in his mouth. Cult rituals, amirite? I mean.. he doesn't really know.. how that'd work..

Oh before I forget to mention! My EJ is short, but stout!! 5'6 but he's got a wide frame!! Strong!! Do not tease him on his height because he will be moody for the rest of the day

Sometimes on cold days he lets you snuggle up with him inside his jacket

If he's coming to visit you, he'll be the most polite guest ever

Come over to his place, a little abandoned cabin in the woods? He'll be a good host!! Just please don't go into the room in the far right corner of the cabin 😋😋 that totally isnt where he primarily feeds 😋

I feel like he can't really eat. Normal food

Tough tiddies oh well

Actually now that I think about it my take on Jack kinda reminds me of the ghouls from Tokyo Ghoul

Anyways

Oh y/n please play with his hair!! Its nice and soft and fluffy!! He won't outright ask you to do it, but he'll send signals!!

He doesn't talk much but he's a good listener! He's not shy or anything, it's just that he's more observant and reserved. Even before.. everything that happened to him, he wasn't much of a talker

Doesn't sleep much, he doesn't really need to anymore

On nights where he isnt out.. doing his thing, he might come into your room and watch over you

Not to be creepy!! Even if it is.. creepy.. yk?

It's his own way of making sure nothing happens

He will knock it off if you ask him too though! He'll likely limit it to quickly checking in on you to make sure you're safe and sound

He's cold.. ice cold.. whether or not that deems him a not so good cuddle buddy is up to you

Takes a very very long time to warm up to affection. You'll likely have to wait for him to take the first steps, or to catch the signs, you know?

#creepypasta #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #crp #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack imagine #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines

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old-poptart · 1 year

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*coughs cutely* miss me-?

Can i request hanako and teru (separately) with a s/o who overthinks A LOT and always gets nervous that people don’t like them- s/o reads into what people say BIG TIME so they can ‘prepare’ for when people leave them

So like the boys start to get distant (for school and other stuff) and s/o sees that as a sign that the boys dont want to hang out with them. Because of this s/o goes into a bit of a panic thinking that they might break up with them soon so instead of talking to them, s/o takes matters into their own hands. So when s/o tries to get their attention but the boys still shun then due to them being busy, s/o freaks out mentally and tries to hold back tears not to cry in front of them- you know what to do- ah-

(I totally don’t do this with everyone i know and I’m totally not spilling my guts out rn- nooooo-)

(Probably another reason this is so terrible written-)

ANGST TO FLUFF PLEASE!!!

a/n: yes i did ml 😘 AHHH IM VERY MUCH LIKE THIS AS WELL, REASSURANCE DAWG this idea is so muah chef's kiss, ANYWAYSSSSS ONTO THE HEAD CANONZ!!!

warnings: fear of abandonment, ignoring, wah wah sad stuff but yippee happily ever after :D!!!!

Hanako 🌺 and Teru 🤺 with an s/o who has a fear of abandonment (gender neutral):

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Hanako 🌺:

"for we are like glue, stuck together forever."

hanako briefly knew about how you would get about the people around you

lil ol' you cant help but think of every possible outcome or aspect of the people you meet, if you didn't then you'd prolly go crazy and you'd be unprepared for any misfortunate upcoming events

as of recently, your beloved ghostly love has been quite busy with his supernatural schedule. meetings, rumors, keeping the school in order and in shape! it's tough being number 7!

he doesn't like that he has to spend less time with his partner but he is doing his best!! hakujoudai always helps y'all keep in touch, so does writing letters!! what a cute couple~

though you appreciate the sweet gestures from your boyfriend, you have been feeling like he is running out of love for you

you two normally cuddle and kiss like over five times a day, nowadays you barely get to peck each other's cheeks

sure you may be overthinking this but you never know the outcome!! you gotta be prepared!!

as time went on it kept getting worse, you two barely hung out anymore. he was the main subject of the day, now he was just another thought you kept in mind just in case

he's been meaning to talk to you about his absence but due to his ghostly duties (haha i said duty) he couldn't. believe me he is very upset that he can't speak with you at the moment and he's trying his best!! but alas, your thoughts took over

you came to visit him during a meeting, thankfully it was nearing the end of it and he was wrapping up the conversation. the small salty drops were beading up in your sullen eyes as your eyebrows were upturned, accompanied with your quivering lips that were too scared of saying of anything wrong

he noticed that you came to visit, a smile on his face but it slowly transitioned into a sadder expression when he saw your emotional face. once the meeting was officially over, he came over to you and quickly hugged you, murmuring these words as he kissed your sweet face, the face he missed so deeply. "im so sorry we've been apart for so long my love, im here now. tell me everything"

Teru 🤺:

"leaving you is like having my heart torn to pieces"

while you may not know it, teru reads your emotions very well and knows when you've been overthinking your relationship with him

he's tried his best to be a good boyfriend and spend the most of your time together, if he ever has any time with you

teru is a busy man. he has student council work, exorcist stuff, being the school prince, a lot is on his shoulders! he tends to get carried away with work a ton

he has been quite dry recently as well, his texts have been so lifeless.. you've wondered if a certain ghost decided to snag his phone and slide up on his contacts

you've also noticed that he has been getting more attention from his fans at school, it reminded you how much attention he had before the two of you started dating. you've also specifically seen more confessions towards him, it all seemed strange since the news about you two stuck to everyone like a piece of tape that would not get off of paper

with all of this, you felt less than. to you, it was clear that he didn't love you anymore, he just kept you around because he pitys you. you felt like decoration when you stood next to him, even when you two were alone

one day you finally decided to talk to him about this, you knew he was staying late for work as per usual. with balled up sweaty fists and a nervous mind, you walked inside that student council room

"hm? oh s/o!! come in!!" that charming smile of his always made your heart flutter. you sat down with him as you too a look at how busy he was, analyzing the paperwork on his desk

"yeah it's a lot- these are up for debate on the-" "teru, can we talk..?" your voice shook his head, he listened to what you had to say. he was still holding the pencil he had in hand and it made you sad, how he was right there next to you and yet he didn't fully pay attention to you, his lover.

you started to unravel about how you've been feeling recently, how these thoughts tricked you into thinking about how you boyfriend didn't have room for you anymore. he payed close attention to your tone, letting you finish and noticing how you tried your hardest to not let everything loose

he cupped your face, his thumb wiping away those sad tears of yours. it pained him to see you like this, he would do anything for you. and if that means to cut back on his duties, then that he will do. "dear, im sorry about all these things that have caused you pain.. i will help you go through this, and that it won't happen again.." his soft lips touched yours, making you feel loved again.

I HAD A BLAST WRITING THIS- HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

-ooga :D

#tbhk x reader #hanako #hanako x reader #teru minamoto #teru x reader

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sister-lucifer · 2 years

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i cant aNON ANYWAYS. IM INSANE OSWALD/READER GIVE ME. GRABBY HANDS. NOW.

SEX. AUGH. ME WHEN I. IM DYING BUT. BRAIN IS SAYING SOMETHING LIKE. READERS HIS ASSISTANT AND SOMETHING. HAPPENS? I DONT KNOW I AM TIRED AND DISTRACTED

PLEASE VENT CRAWLER IF YOU HAVE BETTER IDEAS I AM OPEN TO SUGGESTION PLEASE 😭😭

The Secretary

Oswald Cobblepot A.K.A. The Penguin x Male Reader

Reader uses he/him and has a penis

Genre: Smut

Summary: Oswald finds out his favorite employee has a crush on him, and decides he deserves a reward for his hard work.

Content/Warnings: Oswald is oblivious, Oswald’s creepy dirty talk, Oswald can’t flirt or be sexy to save his life, blowjob(reader receiving), inappropriate workplace relations, office sex, Oswald bends you over the desk, a wee bit of biting, one (1) spank, some hair pulling, only sort of proof read (lmk if you spot any typos!)

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out

Notes: Pretzel you absolute fool. You’re lucky I love you. You can have a little Oswald sex as a treat

Oswald Cobblepot was certainly an interesting man, even if “interesting” had a completely different meaning depending on who you asked.

To you, interesting was attractive. It was powerful, but not just in the vein of his enterprise; his power was in his presence, in the very blood that ran through him. His power was in his strategy, in his cunning, in his ruthlessness that shone through at just the right times.

God, what a man.

And you were just lucky enough to snag a secretary position for that man.

Although you thought you’d been more than hiding your little crush, it had been painfully obvious to everyone; everyone but Oswald, of course. No one had EVER had a crush on HIM before, how was he supposed to know the signs?

The way you lingered in his office with a friendly conversation, the way you always had a coffee ready for him, the way you seemed to always have an excuse to be near him…

…Those could all be perfectly normal friend things!

Although, Oswald wasn’t completely free of blame either. He often found himself wondering about you, what you did when you left work, if you had a partner to go home to. Something about that last part always ticked him off a bit, but he couldn’t place what.

It was completely normal for him to worry about his best employee, right? Besides, he wouldn’t know a crush if it slapped him in the face, not to mention that the last time he loved someone it ended…less than favorably.

The possibility of romantic involvement never once crossed his mind.

That is, until a rather frustrated Mr. Penn was called to his office, muttering something about your poor performance.

“Mr. Cobblepot,” He began, quickly closing the door behind him. “There is a rather urgent matter that I must bring to your attention.”

Oswald sighed, sliding his feet off his desk and glaring daggers at Penn as he walked over.

“Urgent, Penn? Really? You said the broken hand dryers in the bathroom were ‘urgent.’”

“I mean it this time, Mr. Cobblepot. It’s about…” Penn paused, leaning in and lowering his voice as if he were afraid someone was listening.

“…your secretary.”

Oswald stood quickly, straightening his tie and adjusting his jacket.

“The secretary? Did something happen to him? Is he alright?”

“He’s fine, Mr. Cobblepot, but I’m afraid he’s having trouble fulfilling his duties.” Penn couldn’t help but let his frustration slip through a bit at his boss’s obvious show of favoritism.

Oswald quirked a brow in confusion.

“What do you mean? He’s been working just fine. Why, just yesterday he stayed late to help me with my paperwork.”

“That’s just the thing, Mr. Cobblepot!” Penn sighed, adjusting his glasses. “He’s been working excellently for you, but he’s been neglecting his other duties, and I think I may know why…”

Oswald returned to his seat, resting his chin in his hand as he waited for Penn to continue.

“I-I think—and, apologies if this is, um, presumptuous—that he maybe, might have a sort of…crush on you—“

Oswald’s eyes slowly widened, and suddenly his heartbeat was so loud in his ears it made it hard to listen to Penn.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Oswald interrupted, “What the hell are you talking about, Penn?”

“W-Well, forgive me sir, but it’s quite obvious. It’s been the talk of the office for the past week! Have you ever noticed how much time he spends in your office? O-Or, how he spaces out when you’re around? He’s practically attached at your hip, sir, and it’s affecting his work.”

Oswald merely nodded, eyes falling to his desk as he processed the words. He wasn’t really sure how to react. On one hand, this was very exciting, knowing that maybe you too had been thinking of him. On the other, it made him nervous and a little embarrassed to think about how improper he had acted around you, wondering if it damaged your view of him.

“Now, Mr. Cobblepot,” Penn continued, “It is up to you how you deal with this, but I suggest that you do something.“

“Yes, yes…I’ll be sure to, um— look into it. You may leave now.”

“B-But Mr. Cobblepot, I also need to tell you about—“

“I said you can leave. Now.”

And with that Mr. Penn was scurrying off, Oswald’s sharp gaze following him until the doors closed once more.

Oswald leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling as he pondered. Was there really a solution here? He wasn’t really worried about your work performance, of course, but now that he knew that you were into him he was worried he would make things awkward. Just thinking about you being here was making him nervous!

He knew that neither of you could just turn off your feelings, and it would be unfair to ask you to do so. It would be even more unfair to fire you, so that was certainly off the table.

Could Oswald even afford a relationship right now? Someone of his status and reputation certainly had a target on his back, and it would put one on yours too. But no one needed to know, Oswald could

keep a secret if you could…

He quickly shook the idea from his thoughts, his mind wandering to less than savory places much too quickly. One thing was for sure, though, he needed to talk to you.

Oswald waited until the next day to summon you to his office. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the request, and before you knew it you were up and out of your chair. You were always happy to see Mr. Cobblepot, and you made sure to bring your clipboard in case you needed to take notes.

“Mr. Cobblepot?” You called as you knocked on the door.

“Come in,” He replied, eyes already locked onto you as you stepped in as if he had been looking at you through the door.

“Good morning, Mr. Cobblepot!”

Your cheery tone was an unexpected but welcome surprise. Even Oswald had to return your smile.

“Good morning, secretary. How has your day been?”

“Just lovely, Oswald, thank you. Even better now that I get to see you. How about you?”

Oswald stared at you from across his desk for a moment, a pink tint crossing his cheeks.

“Oh, uh— I-I’m just fine, thank you.”

There was a brief period of awkward silence as Oswald collected himself, tugging down his sleeves and drumming his fingers on his desk as he stood. Finally, he cleared his throat before he spoke.

“So, as I’m sure you assumed, there is something I need to discuss with you.”

“Yes, sir?” You replied as you readied your clipboard and pen.

“It’s about your work performance.”

Oswald could see the way your expression dropped. It made him feel bad for using such ominous wording, but he didn’t want to move too fast.

“It has been brought to my attention that you tend to…neglect some of your duties. Is that true?”

You paused, letting out a sigh. It was true, really, but you didn’t want to just stay that. You knew how touchy Oswald could be, and you simply couldn’t afford to lose this job.

“W-Well…” You began, carefully considering your words, “I thought I had been doing decently, but i-if I need to do more…”

“Don’t lie to me, secretary.”

His harsh tone made you flinch. You merely nodded, holding your clipboard against your chest.

“I have also been informed that there is a sort of…rumor going around about you that may be related.”

“…Rumor?”

“Yes. A rumor concerning…your, um, feelings…towards me…”

Your heart skipped a beat. Did he know about your crush? If he did, was he mad? Would he fire you? Or worse, have you killed? And if he didn’t know, what sort of horrible gossip had been going around that he felt the need to call you in for it?

“W…W-What do you mean, sir?”

You were frozen in place as Oswald began to move, slowly making his way around the desk toward you, the click of his shoes loud as gunshots in your ears.

“You know what I mean, secretary. I was blind not to see it until it was brought to my attention. It’s flattering, really, how much time and effort you put into…how did he describe it? ‘Being attached at my hip?’” His voice was like velvet on his tongue, nearly putting you in a trance as he reached forward to toy with your hair.

“I-I’m sorry sir, I never meant to—“

You were quickly silenced when Oswald put a finger to your lips. Your cheeks felt unbearably hot as he leaned in, merely staring down your face for a long while.

“Let me ask you something,” Oswald began, not moving from his close proximity, making you gulp and grip your clipboard so hard your fingers hurt.

“Do you think such feelings are appropriate for the workplace?”

“…No, sir,” You admitted. You cast your gaze downward in shame.

“I didn’t think so. Now, let me ask you something else…”

You trembled beneath his gaze, flinching when you felt his hand on your shoulder.

“…Can you keep a secret?“

“W…What?”

The sound of Oswald’s hands slamming down on the desk on both sides of you made you yelp, your clipboard and pen falling to the floor before promptly being kicked away.

“Can you keep a secret, secretary?”

You were sure Oswald could feel the heat radiating off of you. Even as you nodded, the entire situation was so surreal you were unsure if he had really said what you’d heard.

He leaned in even further, if that was somehow possible, his face mere inches from yours. Your shaky breath fanned over his skin.

“Something wrong, secretary?” He growled, voice low and deep.

“Oh, not at all, sir,” You replied in a heavy breath. In an impulsive moment of boldness you closed the gap, allowing your lips to meet his for just a moment before you pulled away again. Your eyes scanned his face, waiting for his reply.

Before you knew it he was practically devouring your soft lips, holding your face and forcing his tongue down your throat. It was sudden and uncoordinated, but that was always part of Oswald’s charm. You gladly welcomed the rough advances, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in as close as you could.

His restless hands ran up and down your body, looking for even an inch of skin, but that was easier said than done with your work attire.

He pulled away with a huff, turning his attention to fumbling with your belt and work pants. You decided to help him out, undoing the buttons on your shirt but not getting the chance to take it all the way off before he was done. Your pants and belt clattered to the floor, your now rock hard cock straining against your boxers. Oswald felt you up shamelessly, groping your bulge before moving on to your now exposed chest and midriff. His hands ran over every bit of skin they could find, touching everywhere he could reach, his callouses leaving your skin tingling.

“Oh, Mr. Cobblepot—“ You stuttered out, only to curtly be corrected.

“Oswald.”

“O…Oswald…” You echoed, relishing the feeling of his name on your tongue. He pulled you into another kiss for just a moment before he was moving onto your neck, tugging on your hair to keep your head back. He wasted no time getting to work, sucking and biting until every part of your neck and shoulders had a mark or bruise.

“More, Oswald—!” You pleaded in a raspy whisper. He bit down hard on your shoulder, making you arch your back and let out a broken moan. When he finally pulled away from your abused flesh, you were panting.

You both took a few moments to catch your breath. You brought Oswald down to you, pressing your forehead to his in a tender show of affection. Your free hand moved to grip his wrist, guiding his hand to where your cock throbbed in your boxers.

“Oswald…I-I need you…”

You had hardly finished your sentence before he was on his knees, ripping down your boxers and making your erection spring up against your stomach. You sighed in sweet relief.

Your boxers were quickly discarded and pushed away along with your pants and belt to be forgotten until you were done. Oswald was clearly eager, wrapping a hand around your cock and immediately sliding the tip past his lips.

“O-Oh—! Oswald…!” You whined, gripping his hair. He was never one to be patient, and you wouldn’t expect anything else.

You didn’t notice his free hand sliding up your leg until two of his fingers were poking at your entrance. They pushed in without warning, causing your hold on Oswald’s hair to tighten and making him moan around your length.

You whined through gritted teeth as he forced his digits in deeper. His movements were less than coordinated, often clumsy and certainly without a steady pace, but you didn’t mind. It didn’t matter when he could hit so deep inside of you.

More and more of your length disappeared into his mouth and down his throat. He took in as much as he could, even if he had to force himself. He didn’t care when you were moaning above him.

He soon added a third finger, each thrust somehow hitting even deeper than the last. His fingers curled just right, hitting all your sweet spots even if he had no idea what he was doing. He spread his fingers as much as he could, trying to ready you to take his cock as much as his paper-thin patience would allow.

The way you whined his name and pushed him onto your cock only encouraged him. He used every trick he could; he made a show of moaning around your length, the noises sending vibrations through you, and flicking his tongue over your sensitive tip.

Soon you could no longer grip his hair; instead you had to brace yourself against his desk to keep steady. Your nails dug into the underside of the desk hard enough that Oswald could hear the scraping, but he easily drowned it out with his own lewd noises.

“Oh, Oswald…! P-Please—“ You stuttered, legs trembling beneath you. “Please, more! I-I wanna cum…”

Oswald couldn’t give a verbal answer, but he didn’t need to. He’d taken so much of your length he couldn’t go any further, his nose bumping against your navel. He swallowed around you, taking great delight in the way you shuddered at the feeling of his throat constricting around your twitching cock.

A fourth finger prodded at your entrance and eventually slipped in, ripping a high pitched moan from your throat. It felt like each thrust of Oswald’s fingers hit deeper than you ever thought possible, and it made your head spin.

“Oswald, I-I— I’m gonna cum—“ You choked out, “I-I wanna cum in your mouth, please—!”

Oswald gladly obliged, using his free hand to steady your hips now that his mouth could do all of the work on your cock. Your moans began to grow louder despite your attempts to stifle them; at first you were worried that someone outside may hear you, but the closer you got to your release the less you cared.

You hardly even managed to slur out a warning before all at once you were releasing down his throat. Oswald almost choked, but he made himself stay until you were completely done. Even then you were still calling out his name, even if it was fizzling out into a whisper.

Finally he pulled off, releasing your cock with a wet pop. He slowly retracted his hand, admittedly leaving you feeling a bit empty. His hands found your hips as he stood, and soon he was pulling you into another kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips.

This kiss wouldn’t last long, though. He had prepped you, and now it was time for the main event.

“Over the desk, secretary.”

It took a moment to process the command. When you did, though, you were turning around so fast you nearly fell over. You pushed back against Oswald, and you could hear his breath hitch.

“Now, now, secretary…” He hissed through his teeth, gripping your hips to keep them still. “Remember your place.”

You nodded, making sure to keep still when he pulled back to unbuckle his belt. You were giddy with excitement when you heard it clank against the floor, and then the shuffle of his pants and boxers as they fell shortly after.

He was on you in a second, shifting the desk with how eagerly he pounced on you, wrapping his body around yours. He was grinding against you shamelessly, spewing filth into your ear under his breath.

“You— You, little secretary, should consider yourself lucky—“

You could practically hear the saliva pooling in his mouth; he was almost drooling over you.

“So lucky to not only be in the presence of Oswald Cobblepot, but to be allowed his pleasure?!” His voice was high pitched and raspy, as it always became when he was particularly excited.

“You, my secretary, have no idea how lucky you are!”

His ego was spilling over, unimaginably inflated by the way you shivered and mewled beneath him. You wouldn’t dare argue, though; you were quite lucky, after all. It was painfully obvious that Oswald was not exactly charismatic, and definitely no Casanova. He wasn’t close with anyone, and up until just recently had been much too paranoid to hold a relationship, not to mention he didn’t find himself particularly attractive. His ego was massive, sure, but fragile, and even the slightest bit of criticism could set him off, often leading to a self esteem spiral. Anyone else would have been pushed away long ago.

You, though, found his rough exterior to be the source of your intrigue. You’d imagined scenarios such as this one many times, but no fantasy could ever amount to the real thing. Oswald was inexperienced and overzealous, a bit inconsiderate even, but it was perfect that way.

It showed through more than ever when he was suddenly pushing into you without warning. You would have screamed if the sound hadn’t been caught in your throat.

Something like a breathy laugh that turned into a moan managed to make its way past Oswald’s lips. His breath was warm in your ears, his nails digging into your skin as he forced his length into you. He had to stop to catch his breath once he had filled you completely.

“God…I-I’ve never felt…like this before…”

“You…You doing alright there, Oswald?” You asked in a heavy breath. The question was genuine, but there was a bit of teasing behind it.

“Mind your own, secretary. I-I’ll be fine…” He muttered in reply. He shifted a bit behind you, making you squirm. What was he waiting for?! You needed him to pound you now.

All of a sudden you could feel him pulling back, and you braced yourself against the desk. He didn’t go very far, but he didn’t have to when he was shoving back into you with full force. You yelped, the entire desk shaking beneath you and causing a few things to fall over and onto the ground.

“Oswald—! A-Ah—!”

He wasted no time starting slow; he was thrusting into you with all his strength, and for a long while without proper pace or rhythm. That didn’t mean it wasn’t just as enjoyable, though. Not knowing when he would fill you again was incredibly exciting.

“You like that, baby?” He growled against your neck. You nodded in response, mouth hanging half open as you panted.

“Words, secretary!”

Oswald emphasized his point with a spank, making you jump.

“Y-Yes, Oswald! More, please!”

“More? Already?! I didn’t realize my secretary was such a whore.”

You brought a hand up to cradle his face, rubbing your cheek against his.

“Only for y-you, Oswald…”

His eyes widened for a moment before a sly grin broke out across his face. The quickest way to Oswald’s heart was to feed his ego.

“Oh my, already so obedient…I think I’ll keep you.”

He reached up to yank on your hair, even harder than before, making you hiss from the pleasurable sting. He was soon at your neck once more, biting and bruising any small spot he had missed before.

Your nails scratched and dug deep into his desk. If you were anyone else in any other situation, you would get an earful for vandalizing his expensive mahogany. This time, though, Oswald wanted those marks to be there; he wanted a permanent reminder of when he claimed you as his own (not to mention no one else would notice it, which was a welcome plus).

“O-Oswald—!” You choked out. It was getting harder to form words each passing second.

“Oswald…n-need…need you to t-touch me—!”

His hands slid around your front, starting at your chest. He toyed with your nipples, delighting in the way you mewled when he pinched them just right.

“Touch you where, secretary, hm?”

“M…M-My…”

“Spit it out!” He punctuated his sentence with a particularly hard thrust, practically forcing the words out of you.

“M-My cock—! Please, please touch my cock, Oswald!”

He couldn’t help but laugh a bit, his chuckle coming out as a sickly sweet, high pitched giggle. He gladly fulfilled your request, his warm palms sliding down your torso until he could wrap a hand around your length.

You tightened around him at the feeling, your sensitive cock twitching in his hand. It was a bit overwhelming when paired with the way Oswald was jackhammering into you, but you wouldn’t have wanted anything less.

As badly as Oswald wanted to keep you like this until the work day was over, he couldn’t hold himself back when your tight hole was clenching around him so deliciously. He picked up the pace with his hand, hoping to push you to your release before his.

Just when he had found a steady pace and some semblance of coordination, he was starting to lose it again. All he cared about now was finding his climax, and he was much too busy with that to worry about his rhythm. He left no spot untouched, that was for sure, each vein on his cock scraping against your walls. Soon you weren’t even processing each individual thrust, unable to feel anything besides the pleasure that shook you with each of his movements.

You were weak in the knees, relying fully on the desk to support you or else your trembling legs would surely buckle beneath your weight. Your pleas for more had long dissolved into pathetic moans, but you didn’t need words when Oswald seemed to know exactly what you needed.

With your release fast approaching, you managed one last request.

“Oswald…I-I want you…to fill me—!”

He groaned against your neck, his iron grip on your waist faltering for just a moment.

“What was that, secretary?”

“I want you to cum in me, Oswald! Please!”

“Oh my, so needy.” Oswald scoffed, feigning annoyance despite the shake in his voice. He would happily oblige, though, under one condition:

“Cum for me first.”

You were more than ecstatic to agree. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth in your overstimulated state, and Oswald was quick to pull you into another sloppy kiss.

You tried to warn him before you came, really you tried, but he refused to release your lips. That was okay though, because the way you writhed beneath him and the way you desperately whimpered into his mouth was more than enough to tell him you were close.

All at once you came into his palm, practically screaming into the kiss as it spilled out past his hand and onto the floor. He would have some poor janitor clean it up later.

Finally he was forced to pull away from the kiss to breathe. You arched your back into him, tensing around his cock as your orgasm washed over you. His low grunts grew louder and louder until he was drawling out long, broken calls of your name that were hardly more than drug-out moans. He was humping you like a dog in heat, far more sensitive to the pleasure you brought him than he would ever admit.

He gave no word of warning before he came either, merely one last tug on your hair before you could feel his warm seed rushing into you. With your last bit of energy you managed to scream his name for him as he filled you with everything he had.

His thrusts didn’t stop for a long while after, not until he was completely done and was forced to slow to a stop from the overstimulation. Even just the feeling of you tightening around him nearly made him yelp.

You went limp against the desk, your entire body weak and sweat dripping down your forehead. You were sore, exhausted and sticky, not to mention you could feel Oswald’s cum leaking down your legs and into your socks, but you couldn’t have cared less.

“Oswald…” You rasped out, “Are…a-are you okay?”

“Oh, I’ve never been better…you’re the best secretary I’ve ever had…”

You admittedly chuckled at this, patting his cheek and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

If Oswald could’ve stayed nestled deep inside you, he would have. Unfortunately, he was only a man, and his entire lower body was unspeakably sore. He made himself pull out, and it took all of his willpower not to collapse onto the ground.

He cleaned you up as best he could before sitting you down in his chair, laying your discarded clothes in your lap before going to put his pants back on.

“Stay here. I’ll go get you a towel and some water and whatever else you need, ok?” He planted a kiss on your forehead as you nodded. He began to walk away, but before he left he turned to say one last thing:

“Oh, and remind me to give you a big fat promotion first thing tomorrow.”

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Tales of a Call sign

Rooster x reader

Italics are past tense

Word count: 613 A/N ~ Hey yall! I’m always so nervous to post because I don’t have anyone to proofread it. Lol Anyways enjoy! Also, this is the original song, not the Elvis version

Like and comments welcome!

Please do not steal my work!

“Hey, Siren you come’n to the Hard deck or not “ Phoenix shouted

“Yeah, here I come,” I said.

Most people got their call signs in an incredible way. Phoenix got hers because of her strong will, Fanboy got his because he was a nerd. I honestly have no idea how Bob got his. Maybe it stands for ‘Best offense Boy’? No that’s stupid, but it definitely not ‘Baby on Board’. I got mine because of one fateful night of karaoke. I’ll set the scene, it was some whole in-the-wall bar at the naval academy and Rooster had convinced a bunch of people plus Phoenix and I to go to karaoke. He asked me to sing 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart’ with him. Now I’m not proud to admit this but I have the world’s biggest crush on Rooster, he doesn’t know and never will. As we got off the stage and went back to the group everybody was flabbergasted. After they stopped hooting and hollering Phoenix came up to me and told me to should go back up and sing a solo. She said hangman made a bet that I wouldn’t, which got Rooster interested.

“Come on Y/n, you killed it up there earlier. Also, Think about the look on his face when he owes Phoenix…. How much money” we both looked to Pheonix. She made a smirk that could rival the Cheshire cat.

“$150,” she said. My jaw about dropped, Rooster rubbed his hands together like he was planning something. Normally I’d be all in on it but I just sit and watch.

“I don’t know guys, that’s a lot. Plus what if I mess up” I said with wide eyes. Rooster grabbed my shoulder and looked me in the eyes. Damn, I could get lost in those eyes.

“How about I go up there and play the piano?” he suggested. That’s another thing I love about him, he is so generous and kind.

“Fine” I say. After I told rooster the song he quickly pulled up the sheet music and walked me over to the stage. The group before us was halfway through. “Rooster I can’t do this” I said while my breath picked up. He grabbed my shoulder

“Breath Y/N, you can do this. You don’t have to, but think about the look on Hangman’s face when he has to pay phoenix” he said before pulling me into a hug. It’s finally our turn as Rooster sets up I decided to talk into the microphone,

“Hello again, my name is Y/N and this is Bradley on the keys. Im going to sing a song that my grandma used to sing to her husband whenever he was in trouble, which was a lot. It is also for my good friend Jake over there, So enjoy” I look back a Bradley. He smiles and starts to play. I belt out the first note “ YOU AINT NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG” as I sing I get into it and so does Rooster. By the end the entire club is Howling along as it ended we got a standing ovation. We walked off the stage and Bradley wraps me in a hug and kisses my head.

“You were amazing up there Y/n” I blush and thank him. We walk back to the group just in time for Hangman to pay Phoenix.

“You did pretty good up there Siren” we all looked at Jake with a puzzled look. “What siren are good singers that can kill. I thought it was a fitting nickname” he said, throwing his hands up. We all laughed. From that day on I was dubbed Siren.

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 11 months

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The Forest Meets the Sea

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: future ABO, slick, needy boys, viking Col, fae Dom, slow burn, mentioned masterbation, mentioned cumming untouched, teasing boys, longing stares, unhelpful cryptic Mod, unexplained heats, innocent Dom ☠️ Rating: mature ☠️ all ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Damhnaic was surprised that his master had left him alone with the strange man but he knew that was a good sign. His love had been in obvious pain and needed a moment alone to clear his head. Modig had led him to the bed to sit and then waited for permission as if he knew how important the pelt was. Perhaps he did, the halfling was obviously magic. He took a deep breath and yet again felt the comfort and kinship the blonde exuded and he nodded, patting the fur a small distance away from himself, and the fae smiled as if he was thankful for the trust. He had so many questions but while they had a moment he probably didn't have too long. Hopefully they could find time to talk later. "You know?" He whispered, his heart in his throat. More than anything he wanted to be held by his man. He was so… confused.

"I heard. I normally don't hear the sea but it sang to me. It was really bitchy actually. I liked it." Mod was obviously half lost to madness but that sometimes happened with halflings. Dom wondered if he knew what he was or if he was just considered gifted. He couldn't help smiling at the thought, he was quite sure that it wasn't the sea but he wouldn't give away his friends. Of course Tom was pissed. "I was expecting you though. I'm glad you finally arrived. He needs you."

The selkie's mouth curled up at the corner, a gentle fond smile painting his lips. "Did I 'urt 'im? I been singing me whole life and it's never… worked. Fhought I couldn't. I don't want to force nuffin." He tried not to whine but the fae shook his head.

"Don't worry. I think he wants it more than you but he's a stubborn bastard. Inga suggested you get him drunk." It hit Dom why the man had looked so familiar, his gentle eyes and soft smile were a copy of the woman's but when he didn't say 'mum' the boy didn't think he should ask. He'd just have to remember to talk to her soon. His gaze kept flicking to the door, his pointed ear twitching he was listening so hard for his love to return. "I think you were meant to meet. He's unlocking your truth and you his."

Dom tilted his head, his brows furrowing. He didn't know what truth he was shining a light on in his master besides perhaps a latent penchant for men. He was glad to be the first but he wished he himself knew more about his body or how to please Kol. "Am I… is it…" He couldn't figure out a way to ask about the mess pouring from him without embarrassing them both. Mod may not even know.

"Quite a heat in the air don't you think?" The halfling teased but when Dom just seemed even more confused he swallowed hard. He would not give the boy a sex talk, his brother would skin him alive. "He's your key. Trust yourselves, especially together. You were always meant to find your way together." There… that wasn't too much trouble. He hoped. He knew there was so much he needed to tell the boy but it wasn't time. For now they needed to learn each other, he didn't think they really knew anything, not even surface level- but they had time to discover. The stars weren't rushing him yet. This was what was meant to happen and the rest would unfold. It was like a song that had just been waiting for the first note to be played.

"You won't be 'elpful will yas?" Damhnaic huffed, a half cocked grin on his face. He could see the halfling working through whatever thoughts were in his mind, probably he was still listening to whispers Dom was thankful not to deal with. He didn't need any extra voices in his head, his were loud enough already.

Mod laughed and flushed, he wasn't trying to be rude but the boy was so innocent. He knew it was the slowly unlocking potential and the already burning connection between the two but he was still almost surprised that his chief was so excited by it. He didn't have to have the Sight to know Kol'son was hiding somewhere and pleasuring himself so he wouldn't attack the kid. Although he knew it must be torture, almost like a second maturity. He was just glad he'd never have to feel it. He didn't think… "It's not on purpose. I believe I can help with the right questions but… not with everything. Perhaps ask Kol about-" He paused and cleared his throat and tried very hard to not look down at his new friend's lap. The smell was cloying to him, he couldn't imagine what their leader was going through. "That. Or Inga." He added the last thought with a small shrug of his shoulder.

"You really fink he'll say any'fin to me tha' might make me ears a bit less pure?" Dom was surprised at himself, he'd been trying to bite back most of his sarcasm but of course it slipped out unbidden but thankfully the other fae laughed. "Tell me I'm wrong! He sweet but gods. I ain't some little babe. Jus' cause I was meant to be a god's play fing-" He clamped his jaw shut tight and looked away. He might be comfortable with Mod but that didn't mean he should spill everything. If he said the wrong thing he might be cast out just for being gifted to a god not of their religion.

"Blood of the sea knows nothing when desperate. It whispers… you were born His. You were never meant for Them." Dom watched as Mod's eyes went distant. He could tell he was listening to the secrets in the air and for just a moment he strained to listen himself but he heard nothing. Nothing but-

"Shite he's almost back. Wha' do you mean Modig? Who? Kol?" He rushed to ask but the halfling was shaking his head to clear it, that same soft smile on his face. He needed to know and he almost reached for the other fae but he didn't want his master getting the wrong idea. Blood of the sea had to be his family but... Who were the other two? Kol'son? His family's god?

"The wolf will rise. Just give it time." Dom's jaw almost dropped, he knew the bastard thought he was being helpful but that just confused him more. Wolf? He was a fucking selkie. Wait… didn't they call Kol Feilan? Wolfling? His brows furrowed and his hand dropped to his belly. Perhaps Mod meant they would make their own? Would the clan even accept that?

Whatever Kol'son thought to find when he reached his bed it wasn't the sight in front of him. Mod was smiling like a loon which was honestly normal but it was his thrall that stopped him in his tracks and made him think he might need a little more air. The boy was staring off in the distance, obviously lost in thought, his jade eyes wide and reflecting the fire with gold. There was a beautiful smile on his face and his hand was resting over his stomach, the whole pose gave the man ideas he definitely didn't need. "Do you feel ill?" He asked because he was sure whatever the kid was thinking of wasn't what was crossing his mind. If anything he was a pervert. He shouldn't read so deeply into things.

Dom shook himself and sniffled, he felt so overwhelmed by the thought and whatever emotions were burning through him. He'd been sensitive all day but gods above he needed to control himself better. He caught sight of his love and tried to wave his worry off, his cheeks flushing at getting caught. Even if his leader wanted babes he was sure he wouldn't want them with him. They just met. He'd just been watching Kol'son for so long and already given the human his whole heart. Mod winked at him and stood to leave, patting the chieftain's shoulder as he passed. "Rest, I think you've had far too much excitement for one day brother." He teased before taking his leave.

Dom felt lost as he was left alone with his master. He wanted more than anything to curl up with the man but he was obviously being careful. They both were. "I'm alright. A little… confused? Did I 'urt you?" He let slip before he remembered Kol wouldn't know what he meant. He reached for his hand and waited, staring up with wide gentle eyes.

Kol'son couldn't help but laugh, his thrall was so innocent he didn't understand his own pleasure and he didn't realize why he'd left for a moment. He sighed deep, taking the boy's hand and sitting next to him. He could do this, he just needed to be careful. "Of course not." He soothed, pressing a kiss to the boy's hair. "You were beautiful. Did you feel good?" He asked, his fingertips brushing softly up and down Dom's thigh.

The fae couldn't stop himself from shivering, he could feel the heat between his legs back with a vengeance. It happened any time the human was near but now that he was touching him of his own volition? Fuck. "Oh!" He purred as it hit him, his master was calling back to what happened between them earlier in the day. "You made me feel good. Did I-" His gaze couldn't help but drop to the man's cock. He didn't see a fresh wet spot though.

"Don't pout little one. You made me feel so good but…" The chieftain bit his lip, he wanted to be honest but… how honest? "You've now made me feel good five times today. I haven't felt like that in… fuck- ever." He laughed. Even when he hit his maturity he never needed to touch himself five times in one day and if the boy kept pouting it'd be six. Shit he should probably find a balm for his cock if he would be fisting it so often. He couldn't help but think how nice the kid's wetness would feel. The grin Dom gave him made his heart beat faster and when the boy stood his brows furrowed.

"We should rest, don't you fink?" Dom giggled, trying to sway his hips as he went to put out some of the fire. They'd had such a long night and it was almost impossible to him that he'd only been with his master a day. He could feel those heavy blue eyes on him as he reached for the edge of his tunic and pulled it slowly off himself. The noise that escaped the human when he was nude had him hiding a smile. He may not understand everything but that didn't matter, he knew when he was being admired. "You should undress. I don't like nuffin against me skin but fur." He huffed, walking back to the bed slowly to give his love time to obey.

Kol'son knew he shouldn't but… he did say he'd only do what Dom wanted. They spent the previous night nude in bed together as well. It'd be fine. He'd already abandoned his tunic to the wash and he made quick work of his pants. He was honestly surprised at his own nerves when he was bare to that sweet loving gaze again. The first thing Dom looked at was his cock but he tried to be quick, he had a little control and he didn't want to mess it up. "'Old me?" He asked, crawling in next to his man and though the leader swallowed hard he did as he was asked. The way Dom fit in his hold was intoxicating, he'd never thought anyone fit with him but they felt like they belonged exactly where they were. The kid's ass was a revelation as it pressed against his dick but he could literally feel the heat from his core. It had to hurt he was so fever warm.

"Rest. I'll protect you."

Dom smiled as his eyes closed. He's never been so excited and comfortable at the same time but he would try to do as he was told. "You too daidí." He hummed, his body rocking gently as if he were in the waves of the sea.

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I know some of this was cryptic but that's just normal for a seer, all will be explained as it goes. Next chapter will have a sex talk with Inga so look forward to that 😂🖤☠️

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