#this keeps fucking happening and I’m so done with it

[luvs4matt]

a lesson learned - matt sturniolo

pairing - dom!bestfriend!matt x sub!bratty!reader

warnings - use of y/n, implied aftercare, slight fluff at the end, SMUT, rough sex, doggy style, cowgirl, missionary, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, begging, bratty reader, angst?, sir kink, spanking (ass and tits), fingering, punishment, nicknames (baby, baby girl, doll, sweetheart, good girl, my girl, whore), dirty talk, oral (m receiving), kissing/makeout, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, cream pie

summary - in which reader gets an attitude 4 different times that day, 1 time matt does something about it.

a/n - i don’t know if i love this or hate it, but i hope all of you love it 🩷

10:23 AM

“hey” matt says as he walks around the couch to sit down next to you

you heard him but didn’t reply, you simply left your eyes on the tv “you okay kid?”

“oh my god, i’m fucking fine i just don’t want to talk!”

matt decided to not respond leaving you alone

he steals glances at you making sure you’re actually okay and not lying to him

“the fuck are you looking at” you had noticed his glances as soon as they started, you tried to not say anything but you couldn’t anymore

“sorry” he mumbles

1:56 PM

“i’m going to the store, do you need me to grab anything there for you?” he asks while walking into your bedroom

same thing as earlier, you didn’t respond

“y/nnn hello” you look up at him through your eyelashes giving “what.”

“i asked you if you needed anything from the store while i’m there” you roll your eyes as he repeats his question “and i didn’t answer you. that means no.”

“okay, my bad”

6:34 PM

“FUCK OFF” you yell from behind the door

matt had knocked on your door to ask you if you wanted to come with him, nick, chris, and a few friends to dinner

instead of listening to you he asks his question from the other side of the door

you open your door looking at him saying “i said fuck. off.” before shutting the door right in his face

matt rolls his eyes getting sick of your attitude

11:36 PM

you’re curled up in a ball on the triplets couch

nick went to sleep around an hour ago, chris joined him about half an hour later

now only leaving you and matt in the living room “wanna watch a movie” matt asks

you glare at him before going back to your phone

“are you sure you’re okay?” this time you keep your eyes on your phone “yes? why wouldn’t i be?” your attitude still there

“you have had a attitude all day with me, what happened?” you immediately get out of your position now sitting normally

“i haven’t had a fucking attitude matt! i just want you to leave me the hell alone, is it that hard? it is so easy too hate you sometimes”

matt is done with your attitude

he stands up walking over to you “what the fuck are y-“ you cut yourself off when he bends down gripping your jaw with his hand

“no, absolutely not, that is not what were gonna do, you will not disrespect me” he whispers “if you don’t like it then do something about it” you spit

he moves his hand down to your waist turning you over so you are now face down ass up

you’re about say something but instead gasping as a hard slap lands on your ass “fuck!” your hands grip onto the cushions “so tell me doll, why have you been bratty all day” another hard slap landing on your ass

“i- i don’t know” you stutter, another slap “nope. try again”

“i’m sorry” another slap “that’s not a reason”

“i- i was just i- in a bad mood” another slap “not good enough”

“y- you” another slap “yeah? hows that”

“um, y-your hands, the- the rings, the placement” his hands aren’t slapping your ass anymore, they are now massaging it

“and, your arms” matt wishes he could see the look on your face “what about my arms, what did you like”

jesus what is there not to like “they looked good.. really good, the shirt you were wearing accentuated them”

“mm so i turned you on? got you all hot and bothered? maybe a little needy” he chuckles as you nod your head “you want me to help with that sweetheart?”

you try and push your hips back to meet his front but fail when he uses the grip on your waist to keep you in place “please”

“y’know whats funny? just a few minutes ago you were telling me you hate me, now you’re sitting here in front of me practically begging me to touch you”

you whine at his words knowing he was right

his hands travel from your waist to the waistband of your shorts silently asking for permission “please matt” he pulls your shorts down in one swift motion

he chuckles at the sight in front of him “no panties?” his fingers making contact with your hole rubbing back and forth at a teasingly slow pace “your fucking soaked, is this all from my hands? my arms? what’s it from doll”

“everything, y- you, your arms, hands, words, e- everything, just everything” you whimper at the small movements on your core “you like how i talk too you? thats so cute” when he says his last words he plunges his two fingers inside of you

you moan at the feeling of his fingers slowly gliding in and out of you “faster” you try pushing your hips towards him but once again failed “be patient.”

you groan in annoyance “i swear to god matt if you don’t fucking-“ suddenly his movements are much faster than before

so many lewd sounds coming from behind you “shit!” you could feel the cold metal of his rings brushing against you “what were you saying baby? i didn’t hear you” he taunts

“y- you were going too slow” his fingers speed up more “yeah? this good enough for you? or you want more?” before you could respond his fingers some how went faster

you moan in response

the pad of his thumb connects with your clit, you start to let out a loud moan but he covers your mouth “shut the fuck up” he growls

his fingers glide in and out of you at a fast pace, you could feel every movement he made, every curl he made of his fingers, every vein, every inch

you were going fucking insane, but in a good way

the tips of his fingers kissed your cervix with every thrust, he would pull his fingers almost completely out of you before shoving them as deep as they could inside of you

your moans and whimpers muffled by his hand, you take his hand off of your mouth “or what? your gonna punish me?” you whine when his fingers pull completely out of you with no return

you hear the small sound of matt talking off his clothes “cat got your tongue matty?” you laugh, your laugh comes to a quick stop when his palm makes contact with your ass

“turn the hell around” you compile turn around sitting on your knees, you stare at his dick in awe taking in how big he is “what? cat got your tongue?” he mocks before shoving himself inside of your now open mouth

he doesn’t take his time with you either, he is immediately shoving your face down, your nose hitting his pubic bone

he loved the sight of you gagging around him, you never pull back from him, taking his whole 8 inches in your throat “atta girl, putting that pretty mouth to good use”

he uses his free hand to feel on your throat to find where he is, once he finds where he sits he puts slight pressure on the area “you feel me right here babygirl? feel me so deep in your throat?” you nod your head considering you weren’t able to talk

he pulls out letting you get air for a quick second before shoving himself back in your throat

your makeup is ruined, wet mascara stains all over your cheeks, spit bubbles forming around your mouth, your hair held in a makeshift ponytail

hell YOU were ruined, after a couple more minutes he pulls out again

“lay down. now.” you lay your back down onto the couch allowing matt to crawl on top of you capturing your lips in a heated kiss

he trails his lips down to your neck, sucking, and biting, giving you a few more marks before moving back up to your lips

“i need you” you mumble against his lips “yeah? want my cock inside of your wet little pussy” he lines his tip up with your entrance “yes.. please” he makes one swift movement bottoming out inside you

he pulls your tank over your head before starting his fast, hard thrust, he repeatedly hits a spot inside of you that you didn’t even know existed “s- so good” you moan

he wraps his hand around your throat adding slight pressure

“you feel good?” he taunts you are barely able to even speak “yes.. so so good” he continues pounding into you at a ruthless pace, watching how your face contorts in pleasure

your tits were bouncing with every thrust, just so fucking pretty

“god i could live inside of this pretty little pussy forever” the pleasure you were receiving was a embarrassing amount

you could feel everything, he is the first and only person who can fuck you raw, because now that you know how he feels inside of you, you don’t know if you will be able to stop

“i love this pussy so fucking much.” you clench around him at his erotic words, you start to lift your hips up in attempt to flip you over so your on top

but matt put a quick stop to it by placing both of his hands down on your lower stomach, putting most of his weight on the bulge of his dick inside of you speeding up his thrust “you better stop movin girl”

“i wanna ride it” you whine “yeah? how bad you wanna ride my cock?” it took a minute for you to respond due to all of the moans leaving your mouth “so bad matt, so so bad” your words were barely even spoken, it was practically all moans coming out of your mouth

matt knew what you were saying, but why not tease you more right? “what was that sweetheart? couldn’t hear you” you were fighting to get your words out but it was so hard “i- i wanna- oh my god!”

not only does matt speed up his thrust even more but he also starts to play with your clit, removing one of the hands that was on your stomach

“i’m sorry baby, i didn’t hear you that time either, one more time” matt is very amused with the sight under him “i wanna ri- oh fuck, wanna ride your cock so so bad, matty please!”

he quickly flipped you both over so you were now on top while his back was against the back cushions, you waste no time lining him back up to your hole before sinking down on him

you immediately start bouncing on him “why couldn’t you have been a good girl like this all day, didn’t even have to help you bounce on my cock”

your mouth was in a o shape. your eyes clenched shut “you gonna be good and do whatever i tell you to babygirl?” you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you already

“y- yes sir” the lewd sounds of skin slapping mixed with your moans and matts groans are the only thing to be heard throughout the whole house “mm good, good girl”

he could feel you were close, your noises were getting higher in pitch and closer together, you were clenching him hard “don’t cum” you open your eyes in surprise from being caught off guard

“w-what” you never took matt to be the kind of guy to deny orgasms, but you also more took him to be a soft dom kind of guy “i didn’t stutter sweetheart, you know what i said”

he grips your hips harder than before now controlling your hips, pushing your hips down to meet his as be thrust up into you “my sweet.. dirty.. little whore” he whispers in your ear

you start to squeeze him harder “you wanna cum sweet girl?” his voice laced with faux sympathy and mischief “yes..” he moves his lips to suck right under your ear while whispering “well too fucking bad”

you don’t know how he was able to but he quickened his thrust once again

tears of pleasure and frustration run down your cheeks as your orgasm is dangerously close “please! ill do anything! please just let me cum please!” he could tell you were on the edge of not being able to wait so he pulls out of you completely

“no! no! no!” matt brushes his fingers through your hair as you cry harder “shh it’s okay, you said you’ll let me do whatever i want to you correct?” you mumble a ‘mhm’ into his shoulder

a harsh slap landing on your ass causing you to yelp “correct?” you had never seen any side of matt remotely close to how he is right now, you should probably be scared but you weren’t, you loved it

“yes sir!” he presses a soft sweet kiss on your neck “well i want you to turn around, face down, ass up, and do not cum until i tell you otherwise, understand?” you don’t think you had ever been turned on more in your life

“yes sir” you un-straddle him getting into the position he wanted, now facing the kitchen “you listen so well” he praises as bottoms out, towering over you with his arm wrapped around your neck

he stays still inside of you, waiting for you to get worked up and annoyed “please fuck me matty please” and he succeeded “you need it baby?” hot tears run down your face in frustration “yes..”

“then beg for it” he feels you clench around him at his demand “please.. i need it, i need you to make me cum matt, please” matt was very satisfied with your begging

“aw you do? need me to make you cum, hm?” he teases “yes, please i need it so bad” he pulls out of you almost completely before slamming back into you, a loud, broken moan erupts from your throat

he thrust into a few more times before stopping his movements “i didn’t hear a thank you” instead of matt slapping you on your ass he slapped your tits “t- thank you! please, don’t stop! ill be a good girl i promise!” he restarts his thrust in and out of you, finding the perfect rhythm

“i expect you to keep that promise” your noises continue to get louder and louder to the point nick and chris could wake up at any moment now “shut that fucking mouth”

you whine as he starts to thrust harder “i- I’m sorry, j- just feels s-so good” you stutter “yeah? as much as i love those pretty little noises of yours, we can’t have chris knowing how pretty my girl sounds”

your orgasm starts to re-appear in your stomach “m’gonna cum! please! please let me cum!” your hands grip onto the arm he had wrapped around your throat “have you been a good girl?” your tear droplets have turned into sobs at this point

“yes! i’ve been such a good girl for you! only you!” you were using all your strength to hold off your orgasm “go ahead babygirl, make this cock yours” the band in your stomach snaps, releasing all over him “thank you! thank you! thank you!”

“there you go, thats my good girl” his pace stayed the same over stimulating you

you surge forward from the over stimulation but was quickly pulled back “don’t fucking run from me” he groans “t- too much!” you were sore but you really didn’t want him to stop

he slows his movements to tease you “you want me to stop?” you shake your head vigorously “see, i knew you could take it”

you could hear every moan and groan he let out into your ear

“so tight around me, fuck” matt places his hand down on the bulge in your stomach from his cock “oh my god! matt! too much! too much!” you squeal “i’ll stop when you cum”

your sobs and moans only spur him on “i’m close matt! so so close!”

“you gonna cum with me sweetheart?” you let out a faint ‘mhm’ “come on babygirl, cum” his words quite literally send you over the edge, his orgasm follows right after you stilling his hips with a loud groan

he stays inside of you for a minute before pulling out

you plop down on your back, legs still shaking “so i’m your girl?” you ask “well do you want to be my girl” you pretend to think about it before responding “yeah, i think so”

he places a soft kiss to your lips while he picks you up off the couch “lets go get my pretty girl cleaned up”

#smut #luvs4matt #matt sturniolo #smutty smut smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt stuniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #youtube #daddy’s brat #tumblr fyp

[badbtssmut]

Yes, sir

Just you and your dom Taehyung having a spicy night with a dildo machine and a sex swing.

Contains: Really light bdsm, dildo machine, yn is in a legspreader, doggy, missionary, soft dom Taehyung, light teasing, blowjob, sex swing, yn gets called a whore once

NSFW links: sex swing, dildo machine, dildo machine two, doggy, missionary

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“Look at you, soaking wet by a machine, are you that desperate for cock, that a mere liveless mechanical piece of junk gets you this wet?” The man who had trapped your wrists to your ankles, with a metal bar, which kept your legs spread wide, chuckled as he hovered over you, watching the dildo drill in and out of you, the thick fake cock glistening with the slick juices from your pussy.

It was true, you were soaking wet. The machine’s mechanical sounds were not the only ones echoing through the room, as the dildo pushed deep into your pussy, stretching your walls around it, and pulling back, only to thrust back into you again, a squelching sound accompanying every single push and pull.

“Well?” He awaited your answer, his finger trailing over the control panel, turning it up a notch. The machine whirred and the piston moved faster, fucking you deeper, harder, faster, the vibration buzzing through your whole body.

“Oh! Oh!” Every thrust earned a moan from you, your body jerking against the machine, the restraints not letting you go far, keeping you in place, so that you were completely at the mercy of the machine.

“Answer me, or I’ll turn it off.” His fingers trailed over the control panel again, stopping on the switch that turned the whole thing off.

“Wait…” You breathed, your eyes glazed over with lust, your body quivering, whining at how the fake cock kept drilling into you with no sign of stopping. “Yes, yes, I’m desperate for cock.”

The man watched you, watching the machine drill into your wet, dripping pussy, his finger tracing down the switch, but not flipping it.

You were moaning loudly, your head thrown back as the machine kept fucking you hard, the buzzing, the squelching and the slapping noises loud and lewd. You were so close.

“Just any cock?” He asked.

You shook your head.

“No, want your cock, sir.” You managed to get out between the moans, the pleasure was building, you were going to come, and that’s when the machine stopped.

Taehyung moved by your side and unlocked the leg spreader, letting your legs drop down, before he undid your wrist cuffs, you let out some deep breaths, coming down from the high of getting fucked by the machine.

Taehyung then stripped himself of his clothing, and exposed his hardened cock, you crawled over to him, on your hands and knees, and looked up at him, taking him into your hand and pumping him, making him let out a moan. You then took him into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around his cock. He threaded his fingers through your hair, groaning as you licked up the length of his shaft, your lips wrapped tightly around him, your warm, wet mouth sending shivers through him, his cock throbbing in your mouth. And when he was satisfied, he gently tugged your head back and pulled his cock out of your warm mouth, and pulled you off the bed, carrying you bridal style, walking towards the swing.

He positioned you on the swing, with the straps, and spread your legs wide, and when he was content that you were in a position he liked, and you were secured, he lined up his cock with your entrance.

“Mm, so soaking wet, look at that, my cock slides right in.” Taehyung cooed, rubbing his thumb over your clit. “So, so, so wet, such a greedy dirty girl you are. Is that what happens when I let the machine fuck you like a little whore? All nice and wet for me, hm?” He teased as he pushed his cock into you inch by inch.

Your head rolled back, and you moaned out as he stretched your walls, the swing helping him get in deep as he held onto you. “Good girl, I know you can take in that cock, you have done it many times before. You can do this.” He murmured as he pushed into you more.

And finally, he was fully in, and the feeling of being stuffed with his cock, was incredible, you loved it.

“So good…” You whined. “Love your cock.”

“I know you do.” And with that, he started to push you back and forth, the swing assisting him in pushing you further down his cock. As you were pushed back and forth, you couldn't help but moan and whine, his cock rubbing against your walls, stretching them and hitting every sensitive spot inside. Fuck, it felt like heaven.

He kept rocking the swing, back and forth, his hips moving along with the swing, his cock sliding in and out of you, hitting just right. He groaned, as he grabbed the chains of the swing and pulled you in closer, leaning in and capturing your lips. He stopped thrusting into you for just a moment, standing still with his errection lodged into your pussy as he deepened the kiss, before pulling away.

He began to thrust into you again, hard and fast, his grip on the chains of the swing, tightening. Your breasts bouncing, his eyes glued on them, watching them bounce as he fucked you, and it made him fuck you even harder, his breathing heavy and shallow, his grunts and groans mixed with yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the swing creaking, echoed throughout the room.

“Please, sir, please…” You whined, as you were pushed back and forth, back and forth, again and again, the friction and the force he used, was bringing you closer and closer, until you came undone, your body jerking as you reached your climax, your walls fluttering around his cock.

“There you go, good girl.” Taehyung praised, swinging you back and forth in a slow pace as he let you ride out your orgasm around his cock, before you came to a halt. He pulled out, and picked you up again, kissing you as he made his way to the bed and laid you down.

“Get on all fours for me, love.” And you did.

Taehyung got behind you, and placed a hand on your hip, lining himself up with your entrance again, before pushing in, not letting you adjust to his size. He thrusted hard and fast into you, making you cry out in a mix of lust and pleasure, and the sounds you were making, made him thrust into you even faster, the wetness and the heat of your pussy, sending him closer and closer to his own release.

Your whole body jerking forward with each thrust before you arms gave out, and your upper body fell down on the bed, and your hands clutched at the sheets as you buried your face into the pillow, trying to muffle your cries, the force of his thrusts, making the whole bed rock.

“Fucking unbelievable how your pussy can still take all of this. Could fuck you all day and night, and your pretty pussy would still be nice and ready, just for me, no one else, right, love?”

“Mm, yes, yes sir…” You were starting to see stars.

“Just can’t get enough of cock, can you? Always want more, hm?”

“Yes, sir, always want more, I’m so greedy for your cock, it’s never enough.” You squeezed your eyes shut, nearing your limits.

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak, and with a final deep thrust, he came, spilling his hot seed into you, his grip on your hips tightening so you could take every drop, as he filled you.

#bts x reader #bts smut #bts requests #bts smut requests #bts smut fanfic #taehyung smut #taehyung x female reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x female #taehyung x yn #taehyung x you #taehyung x oc #bts fanfic #taehyung pwp

[loveinhawkins]

The squeak of Dustin’s sneakers fades away as he heads back to the hospital parking lot, where his mom’s waiting for him.

Eddie watches the door to his room swing shut—the movement as boisterous as Dustin’s entrance had been; for the whole visit, he’d acted almost as if nothing had ever happened.

“You know,” he says once the door’s fully closed, “I kinda thought he hated me.”

He tries to make it come out like a joke—maybe then, it won’t hurt quite as much. He should’ve known that Steve would see straight through it.

“That’s not fair,” Steve says quietly, from where he sits in the corner of the room—arms folded, eyes sharp.

The silence feels damning. Eddie doesn’t dare break it: just sits there and lets it sting.

But then—

“That’s not fair,” Steve repeats, a little softer, “to him or to you.”

Eddie can’t look him in the eye. If he does, he’s going to say something that’s true but hurtful nonetheless—and God knows, he’s done more than enough damage already.

Steve sighs. Eddie can’t work out how to read him.

Maybe if he just keeps staring at the clock on the wall, Steve will give up and leave, and Eddie can keep it together until he knows that he’s alone.

“When are you going to stop?” Steve says and, damn it, Eddie’s resolve breaks in an instant; his head turns, but now Steve’s the one who’s not looking, his gaze fixed on the ceiling like he’s trying to memorise it.

(Fourteen hairline cracks on the tiles. Eddie’s counted.)

“Stop what, Steve?” Eddie says shortly. Maybe this will work instead: if he manages to hold that awful, flat tone for long enough—

“When are you going to stop punishing yourself?” Steve says. His eyes flicker across the ceiling tiles.

Eddie swallows. Forces out, hoarse, “That’s not—”

“Not what?” Steve interrupts. “Not what you’re doing?” He shakes his head a little, and his voice lowers. “You’re acting like they’re right.”

Eddie grits his teeth; he asks even though he already knows. “Like who—”

“You do know you didn’t kill anyone, right?” Steve says bluntly.

For a horrible moment, Eddie can’t breathe. “I—yes,” he says; it’s wrenched out of him like an involuntary reflex, the thought playing in his head over and over at the boathouse, then at Skull Rock—I didn’t do it, I didn’t, please, please—until it sounded less and less like the truth, and more like desperation.

“Then what?” Steve says. His head tilts down—he looks right at Eddie, eyes blazing like a challenge. “What is it? What is so fucking terrible, Eddie, that you’d—”

“What d’you want me to say, man?” Eddie says, exhausted. “I—I hurt—”

His voice cracks; he can’t get through it, can only think about what he wasn’t meant to have seen: a nurse opening his door too wide, and in that split second, catching a glimpse of Dustin frozen in the hallway, Steve crouched down in front of him, speaking too softly to hear; how Dustin’s shoulders shook; you did this, you—

“You don’t think I wish I could take it back?” Steve says.

The words pull Eddie right out of his head. Cautiously, he asks, “What?”

“Because I would,” Steve continues, like Eddie hasn’t said anything. “I’d take it back in a second.” There’s a harsh scraping sound: the chair legs dragging against the floor as Steve stands, like he suddenly can’t bear being still. “I think about it every day. If I hadn’t—” He stops abruptly, like the words have got stuck somewhere painful. His jaw works once, twice. “If I hadn’t left you to—”

“Don’t,” Eddie gets out, pleading. His hand twitches on the bedsheets uselessly; he’s too far away to…

In so many ways, he wishes he was stronger.

“Steve, you—you can’t do that to your—”

“Right,” Steve cuts across with a humourless laugh, “yeah, exactly,” and Eddie gets the feeling that he’s walked right into a trap without realising. “So you don’t get to, either.”

”Steve—”

“No! No, I’m not gonna just watch you fucking hate yourself for—for what? For being scared? For doing the best you could to—” Steve shakes his head again. “Dustin, he—he knows you were… I would’ve done the same thing.”

Eddie can hardly argue the point. He can hear from the strain in Steve’s voice just how much he means it.

And then Steve scoffs slightly, glancing up at the ceiling again—a fragile smile, like it’s only there to keep himself from crying.

“There’s—there’s so much—God.” He drags a hand down his face. “So much blame, Eddie. All the time.” He gets that awful, distant look to his eyes, the one that reminds Eddie that he was thrown into a story in its last horrific chapter; there are things he doesn’t know, but when Steve looks at him, he can feel an echo of the pain in his chest. “And I’m so sick of it.”

“I’m—”

But Steve interrupts before Eddie can voice it: a weak laugh then, “Jesus Christ, haven’t you been listening? Don’t apologise. It’s enough that—that you’re alive.” Steve swallows, steps back. Jerks his head to the door, “Dustin—he’ll be okay, I swear, just give it time. Before you—it kinda, uh. It was awful?” His voice goes up, but not in question, not really: more like he’s the one trying to joke around it, now—because anything else is too much.

It’s another story Eddie isn’t privy to. But he can read it in the way Steve’s eyes trace the ceiling. In soft words exchanged just before a hospital room.

The guilt doesn’t fade, not yet. But its grip eases around his heart. Makes room for…

“Hey,” Steve says shakily, like he’s crying, too. “Eddie, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Hands are on Eddie’s face, and maybe it should be overwhelming—but all Eddie can feel is something like forgiveness.

“It’s enough,” Steve whispers. “Eddie, I promise you. Please. Please let it be enough.”

Eddie can’t speak. But he gathers Steve’s shirt in his fist; and you, he means, and you.

And maybe Steve hears it, because he sighs like he’s finally let go of something—like he, too, has been cleansed.

#in which healing is messy and hard but so worth it. always worth it #they love each other #pre steddie #eddie and dustin #steve and dustin #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie

[the-woman-upstairs]

It’s just…so painful to watch Armand readily submit in order to obtain the love he so desperately craves. And while it’s most assuredly a manipulative tactic, it’s still one borne out of fear and desperation. He cannot lose this person he’s come to love and so will become whatever they want, do whatever they want just so they’ll stay with him. But it won’t be enough. No matter how much he acquiesces or seeks to control (himself, others, the environment), he won’t be able to make Louis stay with him in the perfect life, perfect self he built in the hopes of finally being loved. It will all crumble with Armand left alone in the rubble of what he created, the author of his own abandonment.

#this unfortunately hits way too close to home for me #let’s not even get into Claudia’s anger at never being enough #iwtv spoilers #interview with the vampire #armand #this is just me speaking from personal experience…but there is definite manipulation at play here from Armand #and I don’t necessarily mean that pejoratively- when you’re desperate for people to like/love you you’ll become whatever they want #or whatever you think they’d want and you give it to them so they’ll want to keep you around #I’ve done it so often with the people in my life- and make no mistake it’s also a survival tactic #you give someone what they want they won’t hurt you #and when that’s how you survive for years and years it becomes the default method of interacting with others #even with normal people who genuinely mean you no harm you revert to that people pleasing mode #as a means of control both external and internal #this is what i see armand doing- his way of surviving that he’s never truly broken out of #armand ceding coven control to Louis and curating the Dubai penthouse for Louis are part of the same pattern of behavior #and even tho it’s ultimately harmful and will only end badly for armand and Louis’ relationship #idk if armand knows how to not exist that way with someone he loves/desires #all of this also ties into louis and daniel #because of course Armand will lose it over Louis finding connection and interest with someone else aside from him #someone HUMAN no less #and I can see Armand taking out his anger on Daniel as a way of expressing his own frustration at still not being enough for Louis #breaking daniel’s mind in a desperate attempt to understand why this human could reach Louis in ways he couldn’t #not saying any of this to excuse Armand and his behavior obviously (I’m very upset and worried over the trial looming on the horizon) #but I do understand this impulse and how you’ll throw ANYONE under the bus in order to preserve your place with loved ones #it’s all horrifying but unfortunately I empathize #like even if Louis is right to walk out on him when he learns/remembers the truth of what happened to Claudia #I’ll probably still find myself saddened by Armand’s fate because I’ve absolutely been there myself #it’s a tragedy of his own making- his fear and desperation birthing manipulative and controlling behaviors #that ultimately result in your own abandonment #god this fucking show

[hellishscemo]

The apple of his eye (MDNI)

Pairings: Carl Grimes X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Ron is alive blegh, smut (EVERYONE IS 18+), jealousy sex, established relationship, kinda long

Ever since Carl lost his eye to Ron, you had hated him from the root of your being, you couldn't even stand to be in the same room as him, let alone speak to him. I mean, how could you? He shot your boyfriend in the eye....

Until Rick assigned you on a run with him. Amazing.

“It’s only a run, Carl-“

“I don’t care! Do you know what he’s capable of? He almost killed me, what if he puts your life in danger to, the things I would do, Y/N..”

“Carl…” You tried to ease his mind but if there’s anything he gets from his father, it’s his stubbornness.

“You’re not going, he’s putting your life in his hands and I can’t take that risk.” You sighed and connected your forehead to his. “I’ll be fine..” I’m sure you’ll hear me scream if he tries anything...” You chuckle lightly.

But he took it much more seriously than you did.

The day of the run, while you grabbed your gun, he sat on a chair, watching you anxiously. He knew you were probably gonna be find but he couldn’t not worry about you. When you were ready, you turn to him and smile, spreading your arms out for a hug.

He completes the hug, getting up from the chair, smoothing out your hair and kissing just below your ear. “Be careful. I’m serious. He tries anything and you fucking tell me.” You nod, blushing and smiling then head out the door.

On the run, it was mostly Ron just trying to brag about one thing or another and you didn’t necessarily like it. You ignored him. You spit a way into the pharmacy but only by a high window. “Hey-shut up-get me up there.” You tell him and he follows, boosting you up by the feet and helping you in. “Anything good in there?”

Except you can’t see. You shine your flashlight around, looking for the things on the list Rick sent you with. “I don’t see anything! Might need some help looking!” You call out. “I’ll find a way in!” He responds.

And you wait...and you wait and eventually it's fucking dark out.

"Fuck me." You thought.

You grab a rope and just pray to god it's long enough to get you out of the building. You throw it and it barely gets you out. You climb out, keeping your gun loaded and ready if walkers find you. Only a few do, one at a time and you barely fight past them, scratching yourself up on the ground. You make a run for Alexandria and the guards see you. "It's me! Y/N!"

They open the gate and start asking you what happened and how'd you take so long. But you shove past them, planning to explain later. Right now, you're pissed. You walk to Carl's house and open the door to Carl yelling at Ron and demanding to know where you were.

"Carl..?" As soon as he sees you he's hugging you, asking if the scratches on you were from walkers, if you were okay, what had happened. You explain quickly what had happened while staring at Ron. As soon as you're done, Carl is seething.

"You fucking animal." He growls and punches Ron in the mouth. "Get up. You left her out there?!" He demands. Ron tries to lie, saying he couldn't find a way in but Carl doesn't care about that. He cares about Ron getting karma.

"You left her out there, you fucking dog.” He starts punching him, hard, when you pull Carl off of him. "Carl...Enough. come on don't beat the kid to a pulp."

"Out. Now." He growls and Ron runs out quickly with a busted lip, bloody nose and a bruised eye. Carl hugs you and smooths your hair down to comfort you. "I'm so sorry. I tried getting him to tell me where you were, what had happened..." You smile slightly and hug him back when he scoops you up and carries you to his room.

He starts a shower for you where he washes your hair for you and worships you, kissing your knuckles. You just hum in response to his actions as he kisses up and down your neck, leaving hickeys. An once you get out, he scoops you up onto the counter, making out with you, breathing heavily and the only thing between you two is a towel around his waist.

Fuck.

His hands trailed the small of your back as you sat on his lap on his bed, kissing each other heatedly, breathing heavily and whimpering into each other mouths. "Put it in?" You whimper. He nods, looking down, his hat falling partially in front of his face. You giggle and put it on your own head as he slides across your clit. "Ah-! Fuck.." You cry out and he smiles while still looking down, pushing up into you.

"Y/N.." He says, breathless. "Fuck, you are all fucking mine."

And he fucks you senseless, not making you do any of the work, just letting you take him inch by inch, babbling in your ear, praising you.

"Fuck...all mine...all mine...So fucking pretty.." He would say breathlessly as he tilts his head slightly. You lay your head on his shoulder, biting into the skin and leaving a bite mark for everyone to see. You can only let out a string of whimpers from how good he's fucking you and eventually the tight knot in your lower stomach tightens and you claw at him "Close..Carl-!"

"Make a mess on me. Make a fucking mess, let everyone know you're mine."

And with that, the tight knot snaps and you collapse against his chest and he holds you so you don't fall as he continues fucking you through your orgasm, he starts kissing your cheek letting you know he’s there.

As he feels you clenching, he thrusts 1, 2, 3 more times and groans deeply, shooting into your womb as he buries his face in your hair.

"Fuck, I need to make you jealous more often.." You joke.

#carl grimes #carl grimes smut #the walking dead #was this good or nah #twd #the walking dead smut #rick grimes #carl grimes fanfic #chandler riggs #grimes family #walking dead #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes fanfiction #twd fanart #twd carl grimes #glenn rhee #chandler riggs x reader #SoundCloud

[strxwberry-milku]

🎀 𝒰𝒫𝒞♡𝑀𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐹𝒜𝒩𝐹𝐼𝒞𝒮 🎀

This page allows you take a sneak peek into the upcoming fan fics I’m going to be making. This will obviously change over time, seeing as though new fics would be coming In. This also states if request are open or closed, cause some of y’all don’t understand when I say requests are closed and then seconds later I get a request. ( no offence lovlies )

Requests: open/closed

✓ This means that the fic is done and is about to be released,so keep a look out.

✕ This means the fic is in the works and is not done yet.

𝐉𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐎:

⋆𐙚｡⋆1. ✕

🎀 𝒯𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒 & 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎

𝐏𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: In which Jey invites one of his friends over,and it just so happens to be your fuck buddy.

🎀 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Dilf!&Older! Jey x Cheating!Reader x Older! Tama Tonga

🎀 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 ?

This person was anonymous

⋆𐙚｡⋆2. ✕

🎀 𝒯𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒 & 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲: In which Jey blind folds you + he eats you out with ice

🎀 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Dom!Jey x Sub!Reader

🎀 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 ?

This person was anonymous

⋆𐙚｡⋆3. ✕

🎀 𝒯𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒 & 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲: In which Jey eats you out with flavoured whip cream.

🎀 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Dom!Jey x Sub!Reader

🎀 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 ?

My own Idea bae

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒:

𝜗𝜚˚⋆1. ✕

🐾 𝒯𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒 & 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐈𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬: In which after a match Roman gets very tired, so what better way to relieve his stress then by giving him head ?

🐾 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Hard Dom!Roman x Bratty!Reader

🐾 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 ?

My own Idea bae

𝜗𝜚˚⋆2. ✕

🐾 𝒯𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒 & 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝: In this case,Roman wants to reward his top and favourite student for passing a hard test so he invites his assistants to help. In his words “ Every good girl deserves a prize”

🐾 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Teacher!Roman x Student!Reader x The usos

🐾 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 ?

My own Idea bae

𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀:

ೀ⋆1. ✓

🐇 𝒯𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒 & 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎

𝐒𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠!: In this situation you’re the babysitter of Tamas kids. You have a crush on both Tama and tanga so one day you decide to wear a short skirt just to rile them up.

🐇 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Dilf!Tama x Babysitter!Reader x Tonga

🐇 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 ?

This person was anonymous

𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐎:

Nothing here yet princess…

𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐀:

Nothing here yet princess…

#jey uso #jey uso x reader #jimmy uso x reader #the usos #wwe #roman reigns #my original fiction #roman reigns x reader #wwe superstars #jey uso smut #tama tonga x reader #tama tonga #my original content #tonga loa #solo sikoa x you #solo sikoa x reader #main event jey uso #jey uso imagine

[brokenpieces-72]

Going Dark

COD Gangster AU

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Kate had met with her friend, Charlotte at the gathering. Her hope was to exchange what information she could with her while having another ear close by.

When Makarov gave his speech she’d gotten a text from Price.

“141 going Dark.”

Kate didn’t have time to try and help Farah, and there was too much risk in doing so. At least Alex had tried. Her main priority was you and getting you to safety. As soon as Charly noticed the text she left to get the car.

You sat in the backseat furiously texting Kyle and Johnny, praying for a response. You keep trying to refresh the messages, seeing how long it’s been since sending them.

“Ya alright back there love?” Charlotte asks from the front seat. Laswell is staring out the window, lost in thought in between text messages. You look up from your phone, and meet Charlotte’s eyes in the rear view mirror. You nod.

“Y-yeah. Fine.” You say, finally setting your phone screen down. Then you pick it up again and text Graves.

“What happened?! What did you do?!”

He texts back right away.

“Exactly as you told me to. We got em kid.”

You try to ask him what he means but your text won’t go through. He’s blocked your number.

Charlotte pulled into a parking lot and exits the vehicle with Laswell. While Laswell made her way to the old hotel building Charlotte opened the door for you, offering a hand. After everything you welcome the comfort of physical touch. Charlotte escorts you inside and you make your way up a few flights until you reach the honeymoon suite. Laswell knocks on the door.

“Watcher-1.” Laswell says, and the door opens. You go in with them and looks around eyes wide.

Alejandro is pacing, bruises blotting his face and arms. Simon is helping Rudy who is laying on ratty couch, getting makeshift stitches. Kyle and Soap are bandaging themselves, with a nasty wound on Soap’s arm and Kyle’s arm caked in blood. Price closes the door behind you.

“You said Graves would help.” He comments before anyone can say anything else. You go very very quiet. Price is staring you down. His face is blank but one word will change that. You don’t know what to say to him. Graves had fucked them over but surely something else was going on.

“I dont know what happened.” You say quickly.

Price shakes his head and steps further into the room while all you can do is stand there, frozen in place. You shouldn’t have told Graves, you shouldn’t have tried to help. Price doesn’t say anything and yet it feels like he’s saying everything. You just want it out.

“I don’t know what happened!” You repeat turning to look at Price.

“You told Graves. That’s what happened! Graves is not your father, he can’t do what he did!” Price tells you. Laswell tries stepping in and he raises a finger to stop her.

“No. Don’t defend them. They messed up, they take the fall.”

“I was trying to help!” You argue. “That’s all I’ve been doing!”

“You took a risk that was never your decision.”

“I got the cops involved so that something could actually be done, people could be put behind bars!”

“You’re not your father!” Price shouts. The entire room goes silent. You don’t have anything to say to that. The others don’t say anything either. No one defends you. No one argues with Price.

Then you notice red and blue lights. Your eyes widen. How could this get any worse? Graves was about to show you. Price looks at Kate and Charlotte who leave the room. The last thing Price wants is for the two of them to get into shit and lose their positions as high as they are. Alejandro curses in Spanish seeing the place is surrounded. There was no way out, but the cops weren’t looking for Charlotte and Laswell.

“Go with them.” Price orders you.

“I’m staying.” You say. You look at Soap and Gaz who look away to finish up their bandages. You know you’ve screwed up. Time to pay the price. Except you pay for it in a whole new way.

Graves opens the door and sees you. He looks relieved.

“Officer l/n. Well done.” He says approvingly. “You’re all under arrest.”

“Graves what the fuck?!” Soap barks, getting to his feet. You see more cops shuffling in behind Graves. You get between Graves and Soap.

“Soap leave it!” You tell him.

“You have some nerve Graves.” Price says.

Alejandro says something in Spanish again, as an officer approaches each one of your friends. Simon doesn’t put up a fight. He knows there’s risk in fighting back when they’re all injured, and while they had weapons, there didn’t need to be more blood shed.

“You did really good kid. Your dad would be proud.” Graves said patting you on the shoulder, raising his voice a little so everyone in the room can hear.

“What?” You ask.

“Seriously I don’t think even your dad could pull an undercover case like so well. Impressive.” Graves continues.

Soap looks at you with a look of anger and betrayal.

“You little shit.” Johnny says, looking you dead in the eyes. No. There was no way. What the fuck. You don’t know what to say. Before Johnny can do anything, he’s pinned to the closest wall and put in handcuffs. Kyle raises his hands, and Rudolfo is helped up. Alejandro is ignoring the Miranda rights and continuing to tell them off in Spanish. All you can do is stand there with Graves gently nudging you around so everyone can be escorted out. You stare at the ground unable to face anyone. You don’t know how to feel. You’re upset your friends are being arrested, you’re worried about what will happen to them, you’re pissed at Graves for what ever shit he was pulling, and… you were scared. Once everyone is outside, it’s just you and Graves.

He shuts the door instructing his officers to wait downstairs.

“What the fuck.” You say turning and facing him. Graves looks back at you with a stern expression.

“You did it kid good job.” He says.

“I didn’t do shit! You! This was all you!” You shout.

“Listen to m-“

“No! I’m done. I resigned! I left the force because I finally found something worth doing and the one second I trust you, you turn around a pull this shit!”

“I am trying to hel-“

“No! No you didn’t. If anything you’ve done the exact opposite of what I wanted. I’m not a cop, and I’m not my father! You fucked up and now you’ve pinned it on me.” You say and you leave the room slamming the door closed.

Once you get outside you catch sight of Price before the door is closed on him. It’s a look that haunts you, and is unreadable. A couple of officers come over to congratulate you on an excellent con. You shove past them and leave the scene. You don’t want to be there anymore. You just want to go home. Except you can’t go home. Your home just got piled into cars and taken to the police station.

So you return to your old apartment. You sit on the couch after getting yourself a beer. You don’t know what to do now. You’re pissed off and afraid. But you know there isn’t much you can do.

“You’re not your father.” Those words sting all night.

Graves returns to the police station where he sees a pleased Makarov. He gives a smug look to Makarov striding over to stand next to him.

“Officer Graves. Well done.” Makarov says with praise.

“Wish I could take the glory, but not me.” Graves says watching the 141 be taken to the holding cells. Makarov glances at Graves.

“Unfortunately we lost a few good officers thanks to undercover work… but I don’t think I need to tell you that.” Graves says giving Makarov a friendly nudge, before checking his watch.

“I better get going. I haven’t eaten anything all night, need to run a couple errands.”

“Who is responsible for bringing them in?” Makarov asks.

“Heh, believe it or not, the officer who resigned. Kid can do a long con.” Graves says, before leaving the station. Makarov looks toward the holding cells. A bit of time and it would hardly be an issue. This kid would certainly be an issue, but something to worry about later.

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[usermarquez]

Saw a video of Marc post Sepang 2015 press conference and he literally looks like he’s about to break into tears and have a panic attack, like Valentino Rossi I’m in your walls for what you put him through bullying a 22 year old at your big old age if 36 just cause you weren’t getting your way and Marc never got that reputation that he lost back like Marc probably couldn’t have filed for defamation and won with the way he was dragged because of valentinos delusions. And know he’s passed it on to his academy kids. Marc still talks about the effects of that to this day, like we will never now just how bad it got like people still regularly say they hope he dies even straight to his face, like I know people joke about it in a fantasy rosquez senario but irl what he did to Marc and what his fans did to Marc is disgusting and somehow he’s praised for it. He also told the media what they were saying to ianonii was wrong and in the same breath turned around and did it to Marc like I heard that he even accused Dani of riding him hard and that he expected people to get out of his way because he was in the lead of a championship like if you can’t do hard racing maybe you don’t deserve the title you say got stolen from you. I’m kinda glad Rossis last years of MotoGP was kinda his worst nightmare Marc Marquez dominating and doing it on a bike that wasn’t the best in the field something Rossi never did cause even if the 2004 Yamaha wasn’t the best bike he rode it was one of the best of that year and let’s face it his crop of actual rivals that’s could challenge him was basically non-existent whereas Marc won 2019 which was the most competitive season ever based on statistics and won it with 18 podium including 12 wins.

ALL OF THIS !!! ALL OF THIS !!!! As I said, I treat Rosquez and Post 2015 Vale as concepts in my head because otherwise if I think of Vale as a real person I might be tempted to deck him if I ever have the chance.

I think what Vale and Uccio had done at the time was completely disgusting, and no amount of RPF-fication of either of them can’t undo or change those facts.

“Oh, he’s just in his silly little mood.” Oh, fuck off, maybe focus on beating your teammate instead. And for people who came at Marc and like “You should’ve been a bigger person.” Well, fuck you. How mature could a twenty-two years old person be after hearing himself booed for something he didn’t even know. I know I would be plotting for the one responsible for it.

Also, what do you mean Vale could pull Dani aside, accused him from riding him too hard AWAY from the cameras, but Marc couldn’t get the same courtesy and instead dropping it in the middle of a press conference watched by millions of viewers. Disgusting. Completely unnecessary.

And the whole telling people off reeks of hypocrisy because when asked if he would tell fans to stop after his fans booed Marc and Jorge in Qatar 2016, all he could say was that was beyond his control. Which I know that in the end fans do as fans like, but the fact he could do that for Iannone but not Marc and Jorge was just disgusting to me I can’t find any other words than everything Vale did then as disgusting and vile.

Also, people romanticize that he passed the Marc hate to the Academy riders is so weird to me. The implication that Marc is sharing a track with people who personally hate him makes me feel so uncomfortable, I don’t want to go down that road. But, whatever.

Anyway, I don’t care if people stan Vale and Marc but I do have problems when people treat everything that happened to Marc like it was a fiction. This is something Marc has GONE THROUGH in real life. This is a real person who suffered the backlash because someone couldn’t keep his ego in check, because he couldn’t handle the realization that he couldn’t overtake IANNONE while Jorge and Marc were having the duel of their lives.

Rosquez reconciliation only works for me if Vale goes on his knees in front of international broadcast, grovels and begs Marc to forgive him, and posts the clip on all his social medias. Otherwise, Marc shouldn’t even look at that man for longer than one second.

Anyway, wow this suddenly looks like it’s turning into an anti Rosquez rambles which sounds I hate them but I actually don’t (?) I just think that sometimes Rosquez posts romanticising Sepang and 2015 and the fallout a lot and as someone who lived through it AND DID NOT enjoy it, it’s just so disconcerting. Hearing someone saying “Wow, the narrative is compelling.” knowing that that was the most unpleasant time, and did nothing except ruining a lot of people’s enjoyment of the sport…….. I didn’t even dare say I like Marc because someone would wish him dead and called me stupid.

#sorry pls look away i’m going on a frustrated rant #💌💌💌 #.anon

[wings-of-ink]

hello! sorry for the incoming macabre ask:

you said you liked ghosts, which made me think 👻... do spirits of the dead exist in the GC universe? what’s ROs’ stance on ghosts? (who’s going to get outed as a scaredy cat?) also, if it isn’t something we’ll get to see in the story, what do funerals look like? do people usually get buried or cremated? are there any special ceremonies?

i’ve read whatever i could find of your (delicious) worldbuilding but i need more; i’m hungry!!

I wouldn't say that's so macabre, as long as we're not killing off the ROs or the MC, we're good! 

This is a fun subject, really!

The people of the GC universe have varying ideas of what happens after death - sort of how we do irl - but the most prevalent belief is in reincarnation. They don't necessarily ascribe to remembering past lives or anything, but they don't think the soul of a person just vanishes after, and that it's sort of "recycled" back into the world. There are some that think the souls of the dead return to the gods they served - sort of powering them up and becoming a part of them.

Funerals in the world can be big events depending on the person - whole towns may be involved. Most people are cremated in pyres. Loved ones stand watch and speak to the departed one last time. They say goodbye or even air grievances - and it is firmly believed that the dead actually hear or understand everything that is said at their funeral. The smoke is sacred - a representation of the soul departing.

Families usually handle the body of their loved ones with any traditions passed down from within. Otherwise, you may see healers or midwives assisting. Since some are still followers of the gods, there may be something specific to those practices that they'd want done. For example, if they follow the Deities of the Stars - their service would be held at night. If they worshiped Casimir, they'd have a really really big pyre and likely be burned with a weapon. Some families simply bury any ashes or bone that remain, keep them in urns, or actually use them - mixing into a clay to make a memorial pottery of some sort. There are a few regional traditions as well. Those in the north may leave ashes at the tops of mountains. Those in the south sometimes take ashes out to sea. The middle province doesn't really have anything quite like that - burying ashes is the favored tradition.

MC's mother was burned on a pyre according to Dov's family tradition. He's from a nomadic people that burned the dead after placing a loaf of bread in their hands (often the departed's favorite kind) - sort of like a last meal. The pyre itself would have the departed's name etched in it and sometimes mourners would write sentiments to burn with them. Kip and Dov made promises to see that MC was cared for. They buried her ashes among the roots of the tree where she was found with her baby.

Spirits exist - more so known as demons - but they are not believed to be the spirits of the dead. They are their own entities but instead of being corporeal, they're magic. Demons can take possession of the living, but in the current world, this is quite rare. Gods nearly eradicated demons (at least the ones most dangerous to people), so they're a rarer find, and are drawn to strong magic and even emotion. This is why the Fields of Desolation are not pleasant. 😁 (Guess where you're headed later, teehee)

Since ghosts as we know them aren't really a thing they would know about, the ROs attitude towards demons:

Oswin–unnerved

Zahn–scared shitless

Duri–fearless (and dumb)

Rune–trying really fucking hard to not look scared

???--annoyed

Thank you for the fun question Anon! I love that you're interested in the fabric of the world. I'll try to pop this in the codex as well. ^_^

#god cursed if #asks #twine if #if wip #twine wip #gc ro reactions #interactive fiction #gc if world

[i-eat-worlds]

Starcross Chapter 3

Let’s meet our mystery human!

Content: living weapon whump, discussion of suicide and suicide ideation, nsx biting, panic attack, conditioned whumpee, fear of punishment, fear of murder

Free Space, AFS Starcross, 4/5/4763

The weapon was laying down.

This, in itself, was not a rare occurrence. But something was different.

Everything was louder, both the hum of the levitators and the rumble of the engine. The room was much warmer, and it smelled less…industrial. There was something stuck to its back, covering the implants, and something else wrapped around its ankle. It was weird. It didn’t feel like a Yeran facility.

An oppressive feeling settled over it as it remembered what was going to happen. The weapon had failed. It was dysfunctional. Broken. Useless.

The weapon was going to be decommissioned. It was going to die.

No.

No.

Weapons couldn’t die.

It was going to be decommissioned.

The thought made it feel nauseous and dizzy. Its heart was pounding in its ears and it wanted to cry. Weapons didn’t cry. It knew that. It knew that. It knew that.

A sob fell out of its mouth, and it immediately flinched back. The weapon knew its place, and it knew the rules.

Did they even matter anymore? If it was going to…

The rules were the only thing that mattered. The only thing. The weapon felt a presence beside it. Fear filled it, even though weapons weren’t allowed to be scared.

It didn’t want this.

It didn’t want to die.

The presence said something that it couldn’t understand, and anger flared in it. They were going to kill it and it didn’t want that. No matter how much it was supposed to.

It didn’t want to die.

The presence reached out towards it, and it realized that they’d made a fatal mistake. The weapon was only being held down with a single strap. And this time, there was nothing else keeping it in place. It had nothing to live for, no future.

Rage surged through it, energizing its limbs, and it surged forwards. The levitators pulsed as it lashed out, grabbing their arm and yanking it towards them. It tore the strap away, throwing itself at whoever had been standing next to them.

They were screaming, trying to fight back, but the weapon was faster and stronger and easily overwhelmed them. Its vision was red as it sunk its teeth into their upper arm, blood filling its mouth. Rage pounded through it, hot as lava, and it was intoxicating.

Suddenly, the world snapped into focus. Dread built at it fully dawned on it what it’d done. It’d hurt a superior. Such behavior was unthinkable!

It immediately scampered backwards, pulling its tired body off the person it’d tackled. They had light blue skin, and were covered in triangle shaped tattoos from head to toe. The weapon had never seen anyone like that working for Yera before.

The person moved their hand over the bite wound on their arm, pressing down to try and stop the blood pouring from the wound. Their face was twisted in pain, and the weapon shrunk back further.

What had it done?

They mumbled something that it didn’t understand but which was likely a string of curses, and it quickly swallowed the bile that rose in its throat.

It was so, so fucked.

The person slowly stood up, keeping their eyes fixed on it. Their assessing gaze moved over it, eyes narrowing. It curled in on itself further, panic still coursing through its veins.

Suddenly, a jolt shot through it. Oh. Oh-no. How could the weapon had forgotten? It was being a cowardly bitch again. They didn’t like that. They didn’t like that. Tearfully, it maneuvered its tired body into a kneeling position and held its wrists out, ankle protesting as they shifted their weight onto it.

Hopefully they would at least kill it quickly, but that ship had likely already flown off.

How could it’ve been so stupid?

They sighed, scrubbing their face. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Their Yeran was accented in a way the weapon had never heard before.

It flinched back, not even processing the statement, then offered its wrists to them, stretching its arms out. “Unit KM-4682 is sorry, sir. It knows its actions are inexcusable. It will accept any punishment you deem fit.” It hated the way its voice shook.

The person’s face softened, strangely, and the weapon wondered if it was a joke. Blood was still dripping down their arm, and it was an odd image. “I’m not going to punish you. I’m-” They pushed their hair back. “I’m not Yera. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe now.”

For a second the weapon was completely silent. This had to be a lie, or a test, or a fucking hallucination. Weapons weren’t “safe.” It had just bit them! “Unit KM-4682 is sorry, sir. It knows its actions are inexcusable. It will accept any punishment you deem fit,” it tried again.

They shook their head. “That isn’t going to happen, I promise.” It looked at them unbelievingly. “I’m Ziar, she/her.” No rank. Weird. “I’m the…medical staff…on the ship. We’re not with Yera. We found you in stasis on a D&A’ed vessel and picked you up. I’m not going to hurt you.”

It nodded, mulling the story over in its mind.

The weapon had been…stolen? From Yera? That seemed unlikely. They were the greatest force the world had ever seen. Massive and unbreakable, almost awless. The weapon couldn’t have just been stolen, could it? Maybe this was another test, to evaluate the efficacy of its conditioning.

But it did feel different. They would’ve punished it immediately and severely for disobeying like that. The simulation would’ve ended and it would’ve been beaten and whipped within an inch of its life.

It froze, unsure what to do. What did…Ziar?…want from it? What did Yera want from it? Did it matter if they wanted it dead? Should it….should it….?

It didn’t want to die….but should it….do it anyway?

“How about we get you back up on the bed?” Her voice pulled it from its spiraling, cascading thoughts.

That was an order. Concrete. Solid. Easy to follow. The weapon stood up on unsteady legs, exhaustion lling its bones, and began to walk back over towards the bed. When its foot caught on the floor and it stumbled, she caught it, gently supporting it and helping it up.

It lets its wrists rest in its lap, posture sagging. The fabric of a gown crunched as it wilted, and the weapon realized they’d been dressed. Maybe this wasn’t Yera. Maybe it was…safe.

A feeling blossomed in its chest, like a bird taking flight, and the weapon tore it out of the sky and stomped on it. Such things were not for weapons. Not for things like it. It whimpered pathetically, tears starting to leak from its eyes.

“You can lay down, it’s alright.” Her voice was quiet and soft.

The weapon complied, slowly lowering itself down onto the bed. “Thank you, ma’am,” it mumbled.

She held up the restraint. “This is just to keep you from falling off the bed if there's turbulence. I’m not going to hurt you.”

It stayed perfectly still as she drew the strap over its hips, holding it snugly in place. The underside was padded, and it was more comfortable over its bruises. It could still feel the stasis drugs coursing in its system, no doubt at least partially responsible for the exhaustion that permeated it.

The weapon’s heart was still thundering in its chest as Ziar reattached to the monitors. She fiddled with some of the settings, and it heard the levitators start to hum. Just when the weapon thought she was done, she reached down to the end up the bed and pulled a blanket up over its legs.

It couldn’t help but jolt at the soft touch on its legs. The weapon hadn’t been permitted blankets in….well, it couldn’t remember how long.

“Just rest up, alright?” She smiled at it. The weapon kept its face still. It wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the room took on a dim red glow. Night cycle running lights. “I’ll be back in about an hour to check up on you. Try and get some sleep. You’re safe now.”

Ziar smiled again, then turned away, moving out of its line of sigh. It tried to ignore the sound of her rummaging through a drawer on the other side of the room.

The weapon had hurt her. And she was being so merciful to it, at least for now. As it closed its eyes and pretended to sleep, it wondered how long that would last.

Mercy and safety weren’t for things like it. Whatever strangeness this was, it would likely be gone by the morning, replaced by punishment and pain.

And the weapon would accept it. That was what it was made for.

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#worlds babbles #whump #living weapon #cw sui thoughts #cw sui ideation #nsx biting #panic attack tw #conditioned whumpee #fear of punishment #fear of murder #whump writing #this is a fun one #meet KM!

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

If one more person calls me Joanna I am going to scream

#two days in a row that’s the name they’ve put on my order at the coffe shop #and today the person taking my order knew me #she knows my name is Jonah #this keeps fucking happening and I’m so done with it #I’m honestly considering ordering with the name boneworms because at least if they fuck that up it’ll be interesting to see what they do #like at least then it hopefully won’t be just straight up misgendering me when they get it wrong #and as my friend reminded me (because I had honestly forgotten) my chem professor last year kept calling me Joanna as well #so now I’m even more mad about it #anyway done with that rant now #j rambles

[starbuck]

taking a few days off from work has been such a game-changer… i am going to deliberately do this more often!

#i feel like. mentally healthy????? insane #being ahead of the game on schoolwork also helps #if i can make that happen this semester that will be GREAT #and take SO much of the stress off of me #but yeah i’m like. keeping up with my responsibilities?? excited about the future???? what the FUCK #also devised a plan to graduate a semester earlier than i was expecting to #so 16 months from now thereabouts! #there is a LOT of work still to be done but i’m finally starting to feel like i have everything together #and there is truly an intense mental peace that comes with that! #god BLESS

[passthroughtime]

i hope you don’t mind me not participating in sunday six for so long and not updating my fic... i’m having a bit rough time handling my life irl right now

#meaning i’m having the worst start of the year ever #i’m EXHAUSTED fucking exhausted from my living situation and it doesn’t seem to get better any time soon #naturally i don’t have it in me to write because i don’t have enough time to relax. it’s been three fucking weeks. #i just don’t know even my body gives up from this stress and not like something terrible is happening #it’s extremely upsetting also considering that i love writing and it’s the only activity that makes sense to me #and always has been like that it’s in my core #and i. can’t do it. i can’t. i have no willpower or strength and it’s not writer’s block i’m just SO TIRED ALL THE TIME #therapy and years of medication mean nothing at this fucking point. props to me for not killing myself tho. well done 👍 #sorry for ranting i am so frustrated that i can scream. i have actually. didn’t help. #well ahem i hope you understand 🙏 i feel bad that i’ve promised the chapter a long time ago and NOT TO BE THAT AO3 AUTHOR but #i really wanted to keep my promise. fuck me i guess #putting letters together one word at a time

[heavyedit]

medical websites love to be like “how to stop having physical stress symptoms: 1. be in less stressful situations 2. don’t be stressed”

#oliver.mp3 #girl for one i have anxiety for two stressful things continue to happen #sorry but taking deep breaths and going for walks will not fix my moms broken leg or get me another job #or get me back the $6000 i just spent on my cat’s er vet bill #meditation doesn’t pay the rent #i still haven’t done anything creative since the year started pretty much #bc i feel like i shouldn’t be focusing on anything but how to fix my situation #time spent drawing is time i could be spending applying for jobs. why would i spend time writing when it’s not making me money #i’m sick of living like this like truly it has been the last whole fucking year and it just keeps getting worse #what did i do to deserve this like truly why me #why do these events feel so specifically calculated and timed to drain our bank accounts and stress me out further #i think abt that phrase it has to get worse before it gets better. so every time something happens i’m like ok it’s gonna get better now #but somehow it continues to get worse #i feel like i’m watching my entire life crumble away right before my eyes everything me and my mom have worked for is just dwindling #and i’m only fucking 20

[catcze]

Oh man the brain is not in a good place rn ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #I don’t Even know if it’s actually a big deal or if I’m just paranoid of making mistakes and am blowing it out of proportion in my head ⁉️⁉️ #fuck man I hate it when this happens because it keep me wide awake and second guessing everything I’ve said and done the entire day #LMAOOOOOO #accidentally offending/hurting someone because I intended my statement to b a joke and it ended up landing poorly is literally a nightmare. #and if I realize to late I’m always so scared that they secretly hate me then and that they never want to talk to me again. #I’ll spend my whole day second guessing everything I’ve said and done and ill blow it out of proportion and I’ll think that every thing #that I’ve done has hurt or offended someone in some way and that sucks #it makes me want to rip my skin off lowk ⁉️ like I hate the thought of offending someone just from my negligence tbh #HI This is a cry for help if I ever say or do something stupid please tell me so I can remedy it and peacefully solve stuff and not #find out too late and go insane with doubting myself and convincing myself I’m a terrible person HAHHAHAH #if I ever take too long to respond. or if I delete a reply/chat I’ve sent days after I sent it. that’s why HHAHAHHAHHAHAHA

[peronasghosts]

i’m still not over this even tho it happened hours ago i hate when inevitably graded class discussions allow white boys who don’t know what they’re fucking talking about to talk in front of the class when no one not even the teacher most of the time can feel justified in telling them to shut the fuck up

#had one today about the columbian exchange and this one guy was talking right out of his ass #being so fucking patronizing and ignorant about indigenous people #like shut up you’re white and obviously haven’t done your research #i talk too much in class discussions too and i’m blunt but at least i don’t act like that goddamn #leon talks #does this classify as a vent post? idk i’ll tag just in case #vent #this keeps happening we keep having graded discussions on heated topics + i always get worked up over them #don’t even get me started on the labor one