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thegnomelord · 6 months

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Soap and #12 with cismale reader. I was thinking they have mutual feelings for each other but not in a relationship yet, and some obliviousness mixed in for drama lol

Sure mate, though it ended up more drama than oblivious idiots in love lol. Play the game HERE.

Prompt: "What, did you think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" "Let's be real, you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

CW:NSFW, Sub Soap, Top male reader, back alley sex, semi-public sex, mild fighting, miscommunication, Soap being a jealous hoe(again)

You and Soap have a . . . thing. You're not quite sure what to call it; You're just comrades, friends, who go out for drinks after every mission and end up messily making out in the back of a bar only to get kicked out when you two inevitably get frisky and near an indecent exposure charge. But it's fine, because it gives you the excuse to go to base and fuck on the bed, or the floor, or the table, or against the wall, or any other semi-flat surface.

But you're just friends. . . or, that's what tell yourself every time your heart pitifully clenches in your chest when Soap smiles, when he laughs and pats your shoulder, when he moans your name so sweetly as you pound into him, when he looks at you as if his world starts and ends with you; because what would a bloke like Soap want with you other than sex? So you try to drown the ache for him by going out with other people, but it's never the same— not in the way they sound, in the way they move, in the way you feel.

Johnny, on the other hand, thinks you're his and his alone.

"I'm telling yea lads," Johnny says as he knocks back a beer, a lovey dovey look in his eyes like he's a lovesick puppy. "Ah've locked him down this time." He grins, and Ghost swears if he has to listen one more time about how big your cock is or how Johnny can still feel you from last time— he'll shoot you both.

"Uhuh," Gaz rolls his eyes, amused at his antics but also happy that he's finally found someone. "Yeah, su-" Something catches Gaz's eyes and he turns his head, the color draining from his face. "-ummmm."

Ghost's eyes quickly flicker over to where he's looking, "Look at that," Ghost gives a rough snort, "Locked your man down so good he's swappin' spit without you."

Soap's immediately sober as a nun, his neck audibly cracking when he swings around to look at you. The sight of you making out with a random girl across the bar has Soap's thoughts turning in his head like rusted cogs, the world almost slowing down to force him to feel all the emotions his brain spits out; Surprise comes first, like being drenched in ice cold water, disgust making his blood feel like tar at the thought of you touching someone else the same way you touch him, hot anger barreling straight through it to make fingers twitch for the trigger of a gun.

But it's the meek hurt that forces his legs to move, striding across the bar like he's on a war path. A rough hand on your shoulder makes you break off the kiss, your world spinning like a kaleidoscope from the booze and sudden force turning you around. Your eyes finally settle on familiar blue ones, but they're cold like the deepest part of the arctic. "Johnny?" You ask.

His name on your lips only makes his scowl deeper, a bruising grip on your arm as he tugs you, "We need tae talk," He spits, glaring at the poor girl you'd been making out with like she's riddled with plague.

You're not given even a second to argue before he's yanking you out the back exit into the alley between the bar and another building. A second later he's roughly slamming you into the brick wall, knocking the breath out of your lungs with a forearm against your throat and ignoring as you choke softly. "Thae fock's wrong wit' yea!" He snarls into your face, more animal than man.

Rapidly depleting oxygen forces your brain to flood your veins with adrenaline and suddenly you're moving, harshly elbowing him in the stomach and ramming him into the stone wall behind him you swear the rock cracks. "Me? What's wrong with you?"

He tries to push against you, your arms scrambling for a solid hold until you end up in a stand still, "What's wrong-" He shoves his face into yours, nearly breaking your nose while hissing like a feral cat, "-is thaet ye're shacking up with some tramp."

"So what!" You demand, a low grunt leaving your lips as you attempt to keep him pinned when he squirms like an eel, "We're just casual-" You force out those words, trying to ignore the stab to the chest your heart gives.

"Casual?" He scoffs and with a swift jerk of his head smashes his skull into yours. You stumble away, black spots dancing in your vision and that's all he needs to grab and switch your positions, pinning you to the wall. "What? D'yea think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" He demands, a bit of a traitorous hurt making his his voice crack, face pinched in pain.

"Let's be real-" Copper and iron invade your tastebuds, drawing attention to the slow stream of blood trickling from your nose, "-you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

You feel his body tense, but keep your eyes open as you expect him to punch you, to kick you, to do something to prove what you have is just temporary; pointless bliss.

"Then how'bout ah give yea a clearer message-" He leans in to lick trail of blood on your face before capturing your lips in a kiss that's more teeth than anything else. You wretch your hand free to tangle your fingers in his short hair, bodies fitting together like jigsaw pieces, reciprocating with just as much intensity as you bite his bottom lip until his blood floods your mouths. "Got it through yer thick skull now?" He asks, pulling back just a bit to stare into your eyes.

You don't know what 'it' is, but the kiss and the roughness makes heat burn through your veins, one quick flicker of your eyes confirming he's sporting the same problem in his pants as you are. "Think I'll need more convincing."

Soap yelps when you turn him around, pinning his chest to the cold wall as your hands slide down to his belt. You stall for a second to give him a way out, but he just growls, "Get on with it," So you quickly undo his pants, shoving his jeans and boxers just down beneath the swell of his arse.

"Slut," You chuckle when you catch sight of the black plug nestled between his cheeks, the skin near it still glistening with lube from how messily he'd prepped himself, "Needed me so bad did you?" You ask as you pull the plug out, putting it into your pocket as you push the head of your cock against his fluttering opening.

"'s cause ah love yea, fockin' git." He growls, his words making your brain crash.

"Repeat that," You say, softer, kinder than you usually operate, pressing against him until you're covering his back completely. "Say that again."

He notices your change, the ice in his eyes melting away enough to let him tug your head closer to kiss you, "I love you." The way he says it, like a prayer, like a sweet caress, has your heart melting into a puddle. A dingy back alley shouldn't be the place where you confess your love, but right now it feels like Paris.

"Love you too," You kiss him back and slide into him in one slow stroke, greedily swallowing down his sounds. You let him adjust before setting a hard pace like you know he loves, cock head scraping against his prostate with every thrust. "Really, really love you." You breathe out, watching his eyes lose focus as he lets out little 'ah, ah, ah's every time your hips meet.

"Bonnie, bonnie lad please-" He whines, resting his face against the dirty wall as he moans without shame, forgetting that anyone could walk in on you two and more than likely hear you across the single layer brick wall. "Fock, c'mon, give it to me."

"Yeah, gonna take care of you-" Your hand slides down to rub his cock, squeezing his base every time you bottom out and playing with his head when you draw your hips back so you can plunge back inside him, lust and love lighting up every synapse in your body. "Just say you love me again."

Johnny's eyes close as he falls into a barely comprehensible rambling of 'love you, love you, love you', his body shaking with a building heat in his stomach, precum rapidly lubing the glide of your hand as you fuck him in a harsh pace until with a sharp yell against his shoulder you cum inside him, Johnny following suit as he paints the dirty wall white with his cum.

You feel him collapse against you and have just enough strength left to support you both, though the wall does the brunt of the work. You breathe the same air as you try to get your bearings, both hearts beating in the same speed and rhythm, and Johnny whines when you attempt to shift, hole clenching greedily around you like his body doesn't want you to seperate.

"You know," You say when you've managed to catch your breath, nuzzling into the back of his neck, "There are easier ways to say you love me without biting my head off." You chuckle, as if your heart isn't beating a thousand miles per hour at the knowledge Soap loves you.

He swats at your head, "Oh awa' an bile yer heid." He growls such harsh words before kissing you softly, sharing a silent promise with you.

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adnauseum11 · 4 months

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Avenue of Approach (John Price x Reader)

Kate tries to pick up where she left off. John plays developments in your relationship close to the vest.

less than 1k words

CW: reference to oral sex

feedback welcome

It takes Kate almost half the night before she can pinpoint what’s different about John. Which annoys her. Which in turn throws her game off. Which annoys her even further when John wins the pot that evening and sticks around to count it out slowly, mirthful in his victory. She decides to exact some vengeance and sharpens her metaphorical blade on his thick skin.

“Took a while but it finally dawned on me what’s different about you tonight. You might be in the best mood I’ve seen in a year or two, John.”

“mm…depends on which year or two you’re referring to, I suppose.” He says by way of agreement, tapping a small stack of bills into order against the table top.

“Got anything to do with your lady-friend from last time? Get things, er…moving in the right direction?” Kate asks, having had enough whiskey while sitting around waiting for the game to end to feel braver than she ought.

John tucks his chin into his chest and looks up at Kate with his brows raised, assessing. A familiar look of disapproval slowly settles in to his features.

“Are you asking to be a friend or to be a sore loser?” John pokes back, nailing Kate in her soft underbelly. Their friendship, hard fought and well tested, a vulnerability for them both.

His response confirms her earlier suspicions, no matter his half-assed denial. Kate knows him well, and won’t be swayed from her assessment of the situation easily. She’s happy to watch him try, though.

“John, please. You’re leaving with all my spending cash for the rest of the week, at least cough up some details.”

The corners of John’s mouth twitch as he fights off a smile, his face mellowing again. He can’t summon the energy to be cagey with Laswell, simply in too good of a mood to act otherwise.

“What did you want to know?” He’s humouring her, tucking the wad of cash that is his winnings into the inner pocket of his jacket.

“Surely you’ve got her to agree to do more than just kiss you by now?” Kate’s nursing the end of a whiskey, spinning it in her hands while she waits for John to answer.

“We’re taking it slow, but yes.” He doesn’t elaborate and Kate’s smart enough, even drunk, to not stray further down that avenue. John has to physically start a task or he’ll starting reminiscing about eating his love out on her couch the other night. Her delectable thighs wrapped around his head were not enough to muffle her keening cry when she came on his face and fingers. He starts picking up the playing cards and facing them in the same direction, keeping his hands busy and his brain preoccupied. It works and stymies the beginnings of an erection. Kate’s prying works wonders as an ice bath, too.

“Thought you’ve known her a long time, why take it slow? Don’t know her well enough yet? Do you think maybe another 20 years ought to do it?” The drink is making Kate mouthy, something she’ll regret tomorrow.

“Piss off, Laswell. She’s scared to lose something we’ve had for a long time.” John stacks the cards on the table and crosses his arms over his chest.

“How did you two meet?” Kate tries a different tack, asking for details from the past instead of the present. It works, as much as anything ever works on John.

“She was dating a mate of mine for a while before I shipped out. By the time I got back on my first leave they had broken up.” He kept the fact that his mate had taken to harassing and intimidating her, and that John had broken the lad’s cheekbone convincing him to leave her alone, to himself. Going forward he’d dropped the mate and kept tabs on the pretty bird. He’d yet to regret that choice.

“And you didn’t get an opportunity to ask her out in the last two decades?” Kate is the embodiment of skeptical.

“No.” John deadpanned, shutting down that line of questioning. He watched Laswell sulk into her whiskey for a moment.

The truth was, he’d had a front row seat to half of her life. His line of work, and being away as much as he was with no guarantee of return was too much. He knew it would kill a fledgling relationship with her quickly. She didn’t have the temperament for long periods alone, and John didn’t have the heart to ask it of her. He’d promised himself that if he made it to retirement, if she was single by some stroke of luck, he would finally do something about the feelings he’d been harbouring. The rest, as they say, was history.

Recent history. It had been enough, once upon a time, to know she was out there, doing well in the world. Made it easier to leave, to know it was ultimately keeping her safe, what he did in the shadows. Now, selfish man that he was, he couldn’t sit and watch and have it be enough. He needed more; from her, from their relationship. He was willing to go slow, and like a starving man brought to a feast, it was probably wiser to do so.

“If you’re done, Kate? I’ve got somewhere else to be.”

He pushed back from the table, swinging his coat over his shoulders smoothly. He gave Kate a smirk on his way past, just to rile her up and was gratified to see it working.

Good. Nosy git.

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fortunekookie07 · 10 days

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The things my muse makes me write sometimes. I swear to blob. @chryssikyu

Here it is. I think it would have been better if I'd been drunk first myself.

Some Drinks, A Bet, and A Game

Zayne groaned, his head was pounding like a drum. He squeezed his eyes shut against the intruding light.

For the first time, he had no bearing of where he was. Nothing looked familiar to him. He wracked him brain trying to remember where he'd been the night before and the events that occurred. The thing that concerned him the most, was how he was going to explain this situation to his fiance.

Movement at his side had him even more panicked and he stopped breathing before he looked at the figure. Relief flooded him instantly as he finally realized where he was and just who was next to him.

Messy dark hair was sprawled across your pillow and last night's makeup was smeared on your face. Lipstick long gone. The flowy white dress you'd choosen to wear was twisted all around you, probably from tossing and turning in your sleep. There was a frown on your face and Zayne was sure your hangover was going to be worse than his when you finally woke up.

Seeing your dress finally brought back memories of the previous night.

Your friends had insisted on taking you out for an after party, once your engagement dinner was over. According to them celebrating with friends and family was fine, but now it was their turn and they had left no room for argument as they dragged the both of you off to a popular bar.

Tara was the first to shove drinks into your hand and then his. Once everyone had a shot they shouted cheers and tossed it back.

Zayne eyed the clear liquid in the small glass like it was going to be his undoing. That was until you elbowed him in the side and gestured for him to lean down. "They want to celebrate with us, take the shot!" You whisper yelled into his ear to be heard over the booming music. He sighed and tossed the drink back.

The tequila his the back of his throat with a subtle burn. It wasn't often that he drank, having littler tolerance for this type of thing. He rarely drank and it was about to become very obvious, as the next glass was placed in his hand. A quick glance in your direction and he tossed back the second drink.

The liquor was already beginning to warm his body and his cheeks were a light pink. Turning to his petite finace in the hopes of being rescued he quickly abandoned the thought. You were already gone, having wandered over to the bar to order another round of drinks.

His last sober thought before being handed the third drink, is that he is done for.

He couldn't quite recall what exactly had taken place after that third drink. His more was significantly blurry. "I think we played some sort of game." Zayne said aloud, just as you started to stir.

A loud groan slipped from between your lips as you roll onto your back. "I am never going to drink so much again." You groan and try to sit up. The room spins and you have to lay down again.

"Zayneeeee!" You whine rubbing your temples before looking around for him, you find him next to you. An equally miserable expression on his face.

"We are never drinking again." He corrects, reaching over to brush hair out of your face. You turn to look at him more fully. "W-what are you wearing?!" You say in alarm glancing over at his clothes. "Omg Zayne, are you wearing one of THOSE dresses?!?" Despite the pain in your head you sit up and throw the blankets back.

Sure enough, it is indeed one of those sleeveless, backless, SHORT dresses. It looks a little small on him. The material stealing against his very muscular physique. They do stretch, but you are quite sure they were never meant to stretch THIS much.

Suddenly you ate overcome in a fit of giggles and when you throw your head back laughing you fall off the bed with a dull thud. "Owwwww!" You cry out rubbing your head and butt at the same time. With how hung over you are it's a miracle you have puked yet.

Rustling on the bed has you looking up when the blankets fall on your stomach. "You don't remember you're responsible for this do you?" Zayne says stroking your ankle (that is somehow still on the bed)

"Uhhh, no?" You say questioningly as Zayne pass you his phone. It is unlocked and there is a picture of you, him, Tara, and some of your other girl friends. Zayne is wearing the dress, looking completely silly and unashamed as well as holding a sign, (that is barely legible) that says in your messy (drunk) handwritting, I lost a bet and my finace made me wear this dress.

"Oh gods, how much did I drink?" You muse aloud, still not moving from the floor. Zayne just snorts and starts moving. Probably to change into his own clothes.

He keeps clothes in your apartment even though neither of you actually spend much time here. You've more or less moved into his home. You are just riding out the end of your lease before making it official.

"Zayneee, I don't feel so good." You cry placing both arms over your eyes to block out the light.

Your memory comes back to you in pieces and with it a very drunk game of dare. No truths, just dares.

After the fifth drink you've shared with Zayne and your friends, Tara proposes a game of dares and even volunteers to be the first sucker. In no time at all you've managed to secure a booth, an empty wine bottle and copious more amounts of alcohol.

The six of you squeeze into the booth and Tara spins the bottle. It lands on you, and a wide grins stretching across your face. Tara nearly backs down at your catty look before she tosses back another shot to steal her nerves and tells you to do your worst.

You scan the bar quickly and find a suitable target. "It just so happens that most of your Unicorns teammates are also here. "Tara I dare you to go dance with him." You say gesturing with your head towards the guy that Tara had been having a mutual crush on with for weeks. "But!" She starts to protest, cheeks turning scarlet (an impressive feat, considering how red they already were) "No buts, except yours walking over to dance with your Mr. Hot Stuff!" You say pushing her out of the booth and in his direction.

A few spins later and you realize you've gathered a bit of a crowd. In the back of your mind you notice that Tara had failed to return. Another member of your team had only too happily taken her. The game has gotten kind of side railed.

One of your friends elbows you and discreetly points in someone's direction. "Look! She says physically turning your head to see a girl just walking into the bar. She's wearing THAT kind of dress. The turtle neck, sleeves, backless waaaay to short kind. A wicked look enters her eyes and she wags her brows.

"Oh Dr. Zayne!" She calls in a sing song voice gaining his attention. His face is red and he is far more relaxed than you've ever seen him in public. "Would you ever let your dear finacee were that kind if dress?" She asks innocently gesturing to the girl. He only looks for a second. "No." His reply is stiff and a frown is between his brows. She smiles wickedly.

"No matter how much she looked good in it?" She asks egging him on. "Absolutely not." He is shaking his head. "Oh is that so? What if YOU were wearing it first?" She says her grin is devilish. "Why would I wear a dress?!?" He asks Incredulously eyebrow raised.

"I dare you to wear it." She says pressing on. "Wha...?? No!" He argues back. "Fine then I dare you to let your finacee wear it." She says a winning look on her face.

"I Challenge you!" You say grabbing a deck of cards and dealing them out. "Loser wears the dress!" You exclaim to the cheering of your group as you deal the hand for black jack.

Had you been sober you would have been so mortified at your behavior and the fact that you wanted to see your finace wear a very short, very revealing dress. Normally Zayne was very good at cards. He had the best poker face and you could never read him. Normally the pair of you weren't three sheets to the wind and liquored out as you both were.

"Oh gods, you groan finally remembering the card game and how you had very obviously cheated your way to victory and someone had produced the dress.

The pair of you had shoved Zayne into the bathroom to change clothes and you'd gotten a piece of poster board and then written your declaration for him to hold.

Then everyone had gathered around and you'd had the bartender take the picture.

"I'll swear of any more than a glass or two." You promised him, as Zayne came back into the room holding a glass of cool water and some pain killers. Thankfully he was wearing normal clothes. He was now dresses in a dark grey shirt and a pair of dark blue pajama pants.

He set the glass on the bedside table and carefully helped you off the floor and into a sitting position. "Take this". He said handing you the pills and then the water.

"My friends are evil." You say swallowing the pills

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remiratboi · 6 months

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TW: CNC, Gun kink, Threat of Death, Fear kink, Gaslighting kink.

MINORS/CISHET DNI

Decided to try some longer form writing. Let me know what you think! If you like it, maybe I’ll write other things 🤷🏼

Contains: BDSM, cnc, fear kink, threat of death, bondage, gaslighting kink, gun kink, handjob, forced orgasm, mind break, ftm sub, NB dom, gender neutral, t4t, little bit of worship kink, praise, degradation, sort of choking

Language used: they, he, him, cunt, pussy, asshole, clit/(t)dick, clit/(t)cock, slut, pathetic, baby, good boy, my pet, partner, (i was specifically vague about the wording around what actions were being done to the clit/(t)cock or dick because then it’s applies to whatever you’d like to imagine or if you are maybe post surgery or using tools, etc.)

“Want to play Russian roulette?” Your partner says smoothly while running their fingertips down your naked back. You’re tied to the bed frame, on your stomach, legs and arms trapped in the harnesses you keep there. You yank your head up and try to look at them behind you. They are standing between your legs now, off the bed, where you can’t see them.

“Russian roulette?” You ask, confused. “Like, the gun game?”

You hear your partner moving around. “Yeah. But sexy.” They reply playfully.

Your throat gets thick at the way their voice sounds. “Oh, so like an empty gun?” You ask, lowering your head back to the pillow

You hear a few clicking noises you can’t place at first. Until the clicking stops after only 5 clicks, and is followed by the sound of a revolver spinning. “No, real Russian roulette” your partner responds and you whip your head back up.

You feel the bed sink slightly. Something cold and metallic presses up against your pussy. You make a choked garble as you instinctively yank on your bindings, and arch your back, trying to get away from the metal pushing into you.

“The only difference,” your partner continues casually, their voice dripping like warm chocolate “is that I’m not holding the gun against your head.”

The gun clicks.

You scream, your body spasming in a frantic, feral attempt to escape. You’re sobbing already, before you realize you’re still alive and unharmed. Your partner is slowly pushing the gun into your now dripping cunt.

“What the fuck!” You shout when you compose yourself a little bit. You pull, HARD on the wrist cuffs and try to get them off.

“What baby?” They purr, the trigger guard pressing into your clit/(t)dick now. The gun bottoms out in you, and they start pulling it back out at the same, agonizingly slow pace.

“Stop! Let me out!” You practically shout, the anger in you boiling now. You can’t believe they would do that, even as a joke. “Right now!” You pause the tugging and look over your shoulder expecting to see them pulling away from you.

They aren’t.

The gun clicks again.

Your vision blacks out for a second. You might have screamed, you don’t know. Your throat is dry and crackling. This time tears aren’t the thing that pulls you back. This time it’s your partner fucking you, hard and fast. With the gun.

A moan rips from your lips before you can stop it. You can hear how wet you are. The gun slides easily in and out of your soaked pussy. The trigger guard slamming into your clit with each downward thrust. The pain and pleasure pushes another moan out of you.

“I don’t think you really want me to let you out.” Your partner teases. They thrust in, extra hard that time. You exhale heavily at the force.

You start to whine back a response when the gun clicks again. And then again.

You repeat a combination of both previous reactions, black passes over your brain for a moment as you scream. The scream devolves into heaving sobs.

“Four” your partner states. Their voice sounding cold now. You open your eyes and realize the lamp that had been on, is now off. The room is pitch black. All you can think about, all you can feel, the only sensation as it takes over your mind is the gun, slamming now, in and out of your drenched, sloppy cunt.

You feel the edge starting to rise up in front of you. That slow pressure deep in the pit of you. You can feel it building. Rising up with each pound in and out. In and out. You’re screaming and crying and begging. Incoherent and desperate. You aren’t sure when you started moaning in between cries, but you are now.

The gun clicks.

You blackout fully this time. Just for one moment. The world stops. A split second later you’re back and your partner is laughing callously.

“Five.” They chuckle. “You slut! You wouldn’t believe how tight you got that time.” They slow down the pumping, but don’t stop. They start doing long slow pulls. All the way out, not even the tip in. Then all the way back in and grinding the trigger guard against your clit.

You’re moaning unabashedly now, tears and drool and snot running down your face, the pillow a mess. “Pl-“ you try to say, “please”

“Please what, baby?” Your partner feigns concern. “Do you want me to stop?” They ask. You whine and squirm in response. You honestly don’t know even know which you are answering with, yes or no.

“I’m not going to stop.” They state, the faked concern turning to cruelty. “I’m going to fuck you, with this loaded gun, until you cum all over it like the pathetic cockslut you are.” They slam the gun in and out two times, punctuating their sentence. Then they stop. You feel the guns weight change as its handle twists in you and the whole thing falls down and out of you onto the bed. The bed shifts. Your partner walks around to look down at you.

You imagine what you must look like. Tear stained, snot and saliva mixed in your hair. You think about how wet and messy your cunt is. How desperate you look. You feel like a pathetic cockslut. You look up at them in the darkness. Your eyes have adjusted apparently. They stand, illuminated by the moonlight from your bedroom window.

Even in this moment. In this terrible, terrifying, embarrassing moment. Even in this moment, they are radiance. You look up at them in awe. You feel a fresh rush of fluids in your already drenched pussy. Your chest tightens in symmetry as their jaw tightens, while they gaze out the window at the moon.

They turn to look back at you and lean down, eye to eye. Their beauty in this moment stuns and frightens you. The light filtering in from the window casts dark shadows at this angle.

“And while you’re cumming on this loaded gun that you begged me to take out of you.” They lean in close. You can feel their breath on your lips. Honey and spice. Sweet and dangerous. You can’t help but melt at their words, degrading as they were.

“I’m going to pull the trigger for number 6” they state. Their eyes locking yours. You try to look away but can’t.

The fear building in you now isn’t a screaming or crying or pleading type thing. It’s a cold, slow, ruthless frost, eating its way through your mind to your very soul. Devouring everything you’ve ever been, your life, your memories. This bone chilling fear.

Your partner chuckles darkly. “What a pretty look in your eyes.” They muse. “Ready?” They tease, cocking an eyebrow.

You squeeze your eyes shut and push your face into the pillow. You push down the desire to react, again. You let the frost burn away that anger. You focus only on one thing.

You can not cum.

No matter what you want, or feel or think, you cannot allow yourself to cum. Don’t think about the gun that’s now slowly starting to move in and out of your desperate cunt. Don’t think about the smooth honey-spice taste of your partners lips. Don’t think about their lips on your clit/(t)cock, or their eyes looking up at you from that position. Don’t think about anything.

Just. Don’t. Cum.

You feel their long, attentive fingers around your clit/(t)dick. The gun is thrusting in and out, quickly but long and deep. They turned the handle so the trigger guard digs into your asshole every time now instead. You honestly don’t mind it that much. The stimulation feels kind of nice there.

Focus

Your partners fingers play you like a well loved instrument. It’s only moments before your can feel the edge building again.

“No, no, nonono, noooooo” you try to beg but the “nos” quickly turn into coos.

“Come on, baby.” Your partner purrs again. “Don’t you want to cum? It would feel so good.” They goad.

“Please.” You whimper. The edge looms over you. The darkness and the gun, the trigger guard and their fingers are all you think about. All you can focus on.

I’m going to die

Is the last thought you have before the wall breaks in front of you and you’re screaming.

“Six.” Your partner growls.

The gun clicks for the 6th time.

You’re cumming and screaming and crying. Your body is writhing on the bed. You can’t feel anything but you can also feel everything. You don’t know what’s real and what isn’t. Your pussy spasms violently as another wave crests over you. Your partners fingers still working your clit/(t)cock. You feel alive. You feel dead.

“Good boy.” You hear and cling to that one spot of reality. It’s your anchor. You heard them. That was real. That was alive. That was living.

Your throat was raw, and another sob ripped through it. “Please.” You said, broken up into heaves. You start feeling real again.

You’re dazed and half conscious as your partner undoes the bindings holding you in place. You curl up into a tight ball. They shuffle around, doing something for a few moments before crawling into the bed next to you. They hum lightly while draping a light, soft blanket over the both of you.

“You did so good for me, baby.” They coo gently. Their arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against their warm body. You barely flinch as they unroll you and push you to face away from them.

A moment later you’re tight against their body, half conscious, your head resting on their right arm, their left draped around you in front of them. They whisper sweet praise in your ear.

“There were never any bullets in the gun?” You ask dreamily.

“No, love.” They respond, nuzzling their face into your neck, giving you soft kisses and nips.

Their left hand makes its way down to your swollen, sore clit/(t)dick. You buck against them, the sensation overwhelming. They bring their right forearm up against your throat, holding you in place.

“Please.” You beg, their grip stopping you from moving more than a few inches. Their fingers dance along with you as you squirm.

“I want to make you feel good.” Their honey-spice breath washing against your ear and cheek. “You were such a good boy and I want to reward my pet when he’s a good boy.”

You can’t help but moan and grind back against his fingers.

Good boy

My pet

Their fingers speed up and soon you’re writhing against their body, their arm still locked around your throat. Your clit/(t)cock throbbing and begging for release.

“Cum for me, my pet.” They say in a way that makes it feel like they are asking for the most beautiful jewel they had ever seen. “Be my good boy.”

And fireworks.

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soullessduck13 · 8 months

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Not ur DMs but oh man!! Do I have a character analysis to dump upon you. I’m not gonna do a ton of editing, but I do wish to share.

Oh bro, Q!Foolish is so cool as a character. Him and BBH are literally both insane in the exact same way, but with such different views on morality. It results in wildly different ideas of themselves and the world around them!

Foolish is selfish and he knows it, but he also loves his family dearly. He will do anything to protect the people he cares about even though that circle is pretty small. Anyone outside the circle is fair game tho. (BBH is an exception because he’s trusted, but Foolish and him love endangering each other for sport). By “fair game,” I mean Foolish will actively throw anyone under the bus just because he feels like it. Honestly doesn’t even have to be for any particular gain. He will absolutely do things just to see what happens. He acts like a morally grey immortal who doesn’t quite understand how normal people think anymore.

At the same time, a lot of his actions do have motives. A big part of his character is that Foolish just wants rare/unique items and will do nearly anything (including endanger others) to get them. He sees the island as a game to win, which makes it easy to not care about consequences for himself and others. He’s not malicious and he doesn’t seek to cause others pain, but will still do things knowing full well they could harm. He also fully accepts other people seeking retribution for his actions, because he’s got a “fair is fair” type mentality. He will simply deal with whatever consequences float his way for his actions.

Because Foolish is aware of his selfishness, he will never try and take a moral high ground. He doesn’t think he’s a morally just person, and he doesn’t care to be. He cares about chaos for the sake of fun, doing things to get him stuff, and protecting those he loves.

(Also, Foolish & Jaiden as people are both the embodiment of chaotic neutral. Everything they do together is fun as Jaiden enables the hell out of any idea Foolish has. Morality be damned, they just wanna be menaces for the sake of it.)

Also also, Foolish is actually smarter than he appears and presents himself. He’s actually a strategist at heart, but will only use it for his own personal gain and often under the table lol. He’s silly, but he uses that to play all fields and knows how to keep things secret. His behavior will often trick others into underestimating him, but unfortunately also leads to people fundamentally not understanding him or his motives.

Idk,, I stay spinning these Minecraft people in my brain like a microwave lol. I could probably give similar level analysis on a handful of my other main QSMP people, but yeah. Foolish is especially cool to me because people who have zero illusion about being morally fucked by normal standards are soooo interesting! It’s a very atypical way to aproach the world not giving a shit about morality while also being zero percent malicious. His /goal/ isn’t ever to hurt people for the sake of it, he’s just a means to an end kind of guy. He’s neat because about him and his explanation for his actions tends to embody a genuine sense of neutrality in the most insane way possible.

god this is so cool

I really want to watch more of Foolish’s vods to really get a grasp of him and I can’t really add onto this much at all but oh anon I appreciate so much. Thank you for this meal of a character analysis served on a silver platter

I think the type of morally grey Foolish is, is by the far the most fun to me. It’s that loyalty to these select few people and that loyalty will not change unless extreme circumstances causes it to. So so interesting. And also like. Him being friends with others but if given the popular he will screw them over? That’s hilarious. Good for him, doing things for the bit and for his own personal gain. I wouldn’t, probably, but selfish characters are soooooo… rotating around inside my head.

#qsmp #qsmp foolish #q!foolish #foolish gamers #qsmp character analysis

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fantasy-mixtapes · 3 months

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Kristen Applebees S3 Playlist: Side A

Here's Part 1 of Kristen's Junior Year Playlist, I am obsessed with it so far and will probably continue to be. Descriptions and key lyrics below. Spoilers for Episodes 1-10

Genres include: Pop-Punk, Alternative, Punk, Folk

1. Lavender Bones, Stand Atlantic

I know I'm out of my depth, but I just float in it I try to do my best, stop picking fights with it I wanna be upset, you're not alright with it I can cover it up, I can cover it Try to speak my mind, wish it was by design But I can only confess to having doubts with it Don't wanna feel regret, I'm not alright with it I can cover it up, I can cover it

So this is a perfect background music for the start of a movie about Kristen's life right now and I LOVE finding those songs. It's perfect on so many layers, it talks about feeling trapped, wanting to fix empty habits, and not to mention how "lavender bones" really hits home to my queer little heart. This entire playlist is really a game of guessing when the "you" in songs chosen mean Tracker and when they mean Cassandra, level: impossible

2. Starchild, Sweet Pill

What do you want from me? I am not a charity Work hard at everything Do it all for free What do you want from me? I am not a guarantee Go all or nothing Lose your money ... Set up to win Wind up disappointing everyone In the end I am disappointing mostly myself In the end Hang your Head

I AM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS SONG Guys its like it was written for this very specific situation. AND THE TITLE???? FOR A CLERIC OF THE GODDESS OF MYSTERY, DOUBT, THE NIGHT, AND STARS???????

anyways just please please listen to it its so great like even without the connection to Kristen, go support Sweet Pill they have a new album being released tomorrow (March 15th)

3. Uneeda, Deady

What about the bones The bones have no problem Turn them into ash And this never happened Your ashes big asses Your brains on the pavement Oh no! I can feel myself rot Unless I take your hand

Ok so this is kind of a genre outlier on the playlist since it is very very alt punk but for me it represents the rage at the mall, Kristen's relationship to Cassandra, and both of their respective reactions to what happened. It's very chaotic, but it was a very chaotic situation and I stand by it plus I love adding modern bands to things

4. Bite the Hand, boygenius

I can't hear you You're too far away I can't see you The light is in my face I can't touch you I wouldn't if I could I can't love you how you want me to I can't love you how you want me to

Yeah, sorry had to whip out the queer break-up big guns. I don't feel sorry I feel right.

5. Untitled God Song, Haley Heynderickx

When you're drunk near a sunset, look straight in her eyes She's a quick glimpse of heaven, forgetting her headlights are on When you misread her fortune, don't misread the joke She's the note on your lampshade, the honeycomb holdin' you And she spins me around like a marionette Oh, my web is still spinnin' My web is still spinnin', you can't see it yet

Immediately going from having total contact with a divinity figure to having to grasp for straws once again to a memory you hold onto, literally holding onto the shards of your faith. Having to both embrace doubt and faith at the same time. Girlies, I'm ruined

6. C'est Comme Ça, Paramore

In a single year I've aged one hundred My social life a chiropractic appointment Sit still long enough to listen to yourself Or maybe just long enough for you to atrophy to hell ... I know that regression is rarely rewarded I still need a certain degree of disorder I hate to admit, getting better is boring But the high cost of chaos Who can afford it?

I love Kristen, and I think her arc this season is extremely relatable; currently, 90% of what she does are bits, and I KNOW it's a coping mechanism, but STILL, WHY ARE YOU SO MESSY. I love you; keep being 17, but god, keep your clothes on and stop going to the steel plants girlie you're gonna give Riz a heart attack

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #d20 #d20 fhsy #fantasy mixtapes #kristen applebees #d20 kristen applebees #fhjy spoilers #d20 fhjy #ally beardsley #Spotify

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Partners in Crime - Niragi x Fem!Reader

Another thing plucked from the depths of my brain. 3.4k words of fluff, maybe some angst (Chishiya makes an appearance). Reader is a militant again. Enjoy.

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Warnings: head injury (reader), mentions of blood, guns, a knife, general aib themes.

Your eyes stutter open, blinking a few times to adjust to the light that seemed oddly harsh. A figure shaded your eyes as An crouched over you, intently studying your forehead and prodding it, eliciting a hiss of pain from your mouth.

“Ah what the hell?!” you griped, flinching away and realizing you’re lying on the floor of the executives meeting room with blood seeping out of your forehead.

“She’s alright, although she probably has a concussion.” An stated, ever so eloquently.

You drag your body into a sitting position and the pounding starts in your head, grimacing as you try to gather your thoughts and figure out what the hell happened. It was a routine meeting after the games to take stock of the cards, you’d arrived earlier because you hadn’t participated in a game, you sat down crossed legged in your chair and waited for the others to file in – Kuzuryu was already here, then Mira came in, followed by An, Chishiya sprung up at some point, Aguni stomped his way in followed by Last Boss and… Niragi.

Niragi, who entered every room in the same manner as a tornado.

Niragi, who was too high off adrenaline from the win in his last game for his own good.

Niragi, who swung his gun around so often you’d think he’d have a good grip on the damn thing and wouldn’t drop it, accidentally shooting out part of the ceiling and knocking you out.

You and Niragi were acquainted enough, often doing guard duty together and being tasked with disposing of traitors, you even drank together often enough. Some would say you were thick as thieves, but you were just similar enough to get along – both of you just as unhinged as the other, enjoying the fear you incited as two of the most ruthless and fearsome militants simply wandered the halls – it had built an unspoken mutual respect. Despite all of that, he never ceased to amaze you sometimes.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” you seethed “why couldn’t you just put the damn safety on like everyone else!”

“Quit your whining it was an accident,” he replied, bending down to try and help you up “c’mon let’s get you clean- “

“Don’t fucking touch me” you cut him off, pushing him away.

“Extra feisty today, huh?” he teased, chuckling at your frustration.

You shifted slightly and used the solid wooden table to hoist yourself up – the part of the ceiling that had come down wasn’t even that big, but it hit you in just the right spot to put you to sleep and make the world spin afterwards. Noticing your struggle, Niragi wraps his arm around your waist and places your arm around his neck to keep you on your feet – you didn’t resist this time, suddenly too exhausted to put up a fight.

He guided you back to your room and eased you onto the bed where you sat for a minute, Niragi rummaging around in your bathroom. As the pain spread through your forehead and pulsed in each temple, you counted yourself lucky that you still had some days on your visa – this was definitely going to take a couple of days to recover from. Niragi re-emerged from the bathroom, warm hand towel in one hand and what you hoped was disinfectant in the other, as well as a bandage.

You shuffled around as he sat and motioned for you to face him, towel at the ready, pressing it against the wound to loosen the congealed blood. An exasperated sigh escapes from you at the sensation – you could feel the threads of the towel dragging through the cut like calloused tentacles. Opening the bottle of disinfectant, he douses the towel and grips your chin between his thumb and index finger to steady your head. A series of curse words and ow’s stream from your mouth, as he clumsily cleans the wound.

“You could just take me to An, you know?” you stated.

“That’s a really weird way of saying thank you,” came his sarcastic reply, “calm down, I’m almost done. Plus, that basement gives me the creeps – kill people sure, why not? But keep their bodies to dissect? She’s gotta have something wrong with her.”

“Thank you for the concussion, Niragi,” you falsely beamed, “I appreciate it so much!”

He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm and applied the bandage with narrowed eyes, intent on not letting it wrinkle or stick together. Although going to An would likely have been more comfortable and a hell of a lot quicker, it was rather endearing to see confident Niragi fumble over such a basic domestic task.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he began, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You looked at him for a second, caught off guard by his abrupt sincerity, before giving him a small eyes-closed smile accompanied by a small chuckle.

“I know you didn’t, it’s okay. Thanks for patching me up.”

“Don’t mention it, princess” he smirked, standing up to put the medical supplies away.

You lie down on the bed, the sharp pains melting into an all-encompassing ache and your eyelids feeling like cinderblocks. You didn’t even notice him come out of the bathroom, or the burning gaze he set upon you as you lay there so peacefully.

“You need anything else?” he asked, as if it would be such an inconvenience to aid you any more than he already had.

Man, he really must have felt bad.

“No, I’m good. Now get out so I can get changed before I fall asleep in my clothes” you retorted, hoping he wouldn’t mistake your playfulness for maliciousness.

He didn’t, of course. He knew you just as well as you knew him.

“Alright then. Goodnight, princess” he waved over his shoulder while making his way out of the room.

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Rifle slung over his shoulder, Niragi made his way down the halls, shoulders back and head held high as people cowered and shuffled by him. He loved that feeling – inducing such fear by simply existing, the power to turn that fear into sheer terror should he choose – he relished it. But it felt different today. It felt… hollow.

Maybe it was because there hadn’t been a lot of traitors to kill off lately – another thing he cherished – with everyone dumb enough to dare betray the Beach already gone. Or maybe it was the absence of a second set of footsteps, perfectly in time with his, making his presence known even sooner with the sound. Or the “what the fuck are you looking at”s that sharply sounded off if someone dared linger their gaze in his direction for half a second too long. Or the absence of the vanilla and coconut smells that so often wafted around him, dancing delicately in his nostrils while he waited in anticipation for his next confrontation. Or the lack of dark giggling ringing in his ears as peopled sheepishly shuffled by.

Niragi stalled for a moment, hand rubbing over the lower part of his face as if trying to physically expel the daze from his head.

“Missing your partner in crime?” An apathetic voice questioned.

Niragi looked up, taking in his surroundings for the first time – a familiar door to one side and the inquirer to the other.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Niragi snapped back.

But he knew. He knew guard duties with you were less bothersome, the time flying by as you terrorized people together in the most deranged manners possible. He knew you’d help clean up the mess you’d both made during the latest cleansing of the Beach’s population. He knew he could speak his mind to you because you’d often voice his thoughts before he did, as if plucking them straight from his brain. He knew you’d join in his drunk escapades because you were as daring and thrill-seeking as he was. He knew that if he found himself in front of Hatter or Aguni, facing serious punishment for taking it too far, that you’d be right there beside him – using your cunning mind to get the both of you off the hook. That’s exactly what you were – partners in crime.

While he could admit that he wouldn’t dare admit that your absence was the reason for the scowl that adorned his features.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your secret” Chishiya quipped.

“I don’t know what you’re yapping on about, but I know your room is on the other side of the hotel, so what exactly do you think you’re doing over here?” Niragi seethed, the mere sight of Chishiya pushing every button on his silky shirt.

“Well, An was concerned about Y/N’s condition due to the fact that she passed out immediately after the impact and suggested to Aguni that someone monitor her condition overnight to make sure she’s still conscious” the blonde stated matter-of-factly.

“And you expect me to believe that Aguni put you in charge of that?” Niragi scoffed.

“Actually, I overheard the conversation – both An and Aguni are too busy, so I volunteered.”

Niragi’s blood boiled. He hated this man. He hated that he acted like he was so above everything and everyone. He hated the way he spoke like he was the smartest man in the world. He hated that he couldn’t intimidate him like he did with everyone else. More so, he hated that you were so indifferent to Chishiya – that you borderline liked Chishiya.

“He’s mildly interesting – funny sometimes too” you’d said once, while Niragi ranted and raved about how he despised him so.

Niragi was not about to let Chishiya step even a foot closer to your door. You were his partner in crime, and partners always had each other’s backs.

With a swift stride forward, Niragi was face to face with Chishiya, the barrel of his rifle pushed directly under his chin.

“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m letting you go in there, who knows what you’re plotting in that scheming mind of yours” Niragi hissed, steam practically spurting from his ears.

“I’m not scheming, just want to ensure the health of one of our longest serving militants. A thank you for the service” Chishiya replied, not batting an eye.

“Piss off before I paint the ceiling with your brain you little rat” Niragi threatened.

“Alright then,” Chishiya stepped back, taking his hands out of his pockets for the first time during the whole interaction to raise his arms slightly, “just trying to help.”

He turned on his heel, hands returning to his pockets, and walked away.

Smart ass bastard. He didn’t respect you; he didn’t want to help you; he didn’t know the first thing about you – let alone how to take care of you. Niragi wasn’t sure if he knew how to take care of you either, but he was damn sure he’d do a better job than that runt.

Niragi moved to your door, hand lingering on the doorknob for a moment before turning it and carefully opening the entrance to your room just enough for him to slip through. His hand didn’t move from the turned position, ensuring no unnecessary noise was made, as he closed the door behind him.

He was in. But what was he supposed to do now?

As he stood in the dark, he realized he hadn’t quite thought that through.

They wanted to know you were conscious right? How’s he supposed to do that while you’re asleep? Does he have to wake you up? He must have to wake you up, right? Whether you have a pulse or you’re breathing or not, he needs to check that you’re functioning. Okay so he needs to wake you up, fine.

He made his way over to your bed, putting the safety on his rifle and laying it on an armchair, and stood beside it – you were always a bit snappier when you hadn’t slept well, and he wasn’t looking forward to being the cause of you losing those precious minutes.

He watched you as you slept – your back to him, hair freed from its usual tight ponytail scattered across the pillow, moonlight spilling in from the window at just the right angle to dance across your skin and highlight your features, mouth slightly agape and cuddled into a blanket. His breath hitched for a moment as a strange warmth sprouted in his chest, you looked so different. So peaceful.

His arm reached out to your sleeping frame as if by its own free will, hand heading to your waist to awaken you from your slumber. But before it could get there, a harsh grip on his wrist brought him back to reality – now here he was, almost lying on top of you with his hand pinned down and the knife you keep under your pillow pressed to his throat. Both of your eyes wide, just staring for a moment, not a word being said – you were definitely functioning just fine.

“Jesus Christ Niragi,” you sighed as your grip loosened and the blade was lowered, “what the fuck are you doing in here?” you asked, exhaustion evident in your voice.

“Well,” he stood up, straightening his shirt “An was worried you’d black out again and suggested someone come check on you through the night to make sure you’re not in a coma or something – so here I am” he finished, sitting himself on the edge of the bed.

“Figures they’d send you in” you let out a small chuckle.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he questioned, defensiveness in his tone.

“Nothing? We just do everything else together – makes sense they’d make my partner in crime look after me” came your genuine reply, making him un-tense his body and ears perk up at that phrase.

You thought that too?

“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately. I guess we are partners in crime, huh?” he smirked at you.

“Yeah, something like that” you said quietly, hiding the slight embarrassment you felt from acknowledging the bond the two of you had.

You sat up in the bed, your tank top clad upper body exposing a few of the scars that littered your arms and shoulders – one from a game, the rest caused by your own personal chaos. Despite the display, you looked a far cry from your usual self as sleepy eyes and an exhausted body softened your demeanor.

“So, how many times can I expect to be graced with your presence then?” you questioned him.

Niragi noticed the contrast and couldn’t help but steal a glance at you. You didn’t look weak like many others would if he’d caught them in this state, as you sat there with hair flowing around your shoulders and body basked in moonlight, baring yourself to him without even so much as a sharp “get out” rolling off your tongue. He marveled at the view as you sat across from him.

“Hey, stop staring at my tits and answer my question” you demanded, bringing Niragi back down to earth from wherever his mind had wandered.

“Have you never seen a girl in bed before or something?” you teased, knowing full well he had, but wanting a rise out of him anyway.

Of course, he had. Girls latched onto him like babies on a bottle wherever you two went, his good looks and bad boy attitude making them drool so much you had to watch your step to avoid slipping over. But he’d never seen you like this. So serene, so beautiful – angelic almost.

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes at you “not exactly much to look at there anyway” he lied, shifting his gaze off you.

You chuckled as your comment reached its desired effect, while he just shook his head at your entertainment.

“So?” you said, raising your eyebrows at him as he looked back at you, raising his own eyebrows back at you in mutual questioning.

Your head cocked slightly to one side as he continued to withhold his answer.

“How many times do you have to check on me?” you finally broke the standoff, surprised you had to spell it out for him.

Niragi realized two things: first, he was too busy looking at your stupid face to hear the question the first time and second, he had no idea. The answer being a detail he didn’t even think to obtain in his fit of rage.

“A few times I guess” he answered without thinking, hoping you wouldn’t catch on to the uncertainty in his voice.

“Okay” you replied simply, not questioning the conditions of his aid.

You shuffled over in the bed, clearing a Niragi sized space and fluffing the fresh pillows underneath you.

“What are you doing?” Niragi asked, his face twisted in confusion.

“If you’re going to check on me that often you may as well stay in here so you can get some rest too – you get extra snappy when you’re tired and I already don’t feel like dealing with it tomorrow” you replied.

He didn’t move from his position on the bed, still confused but shock creeping its way in as well. You wanted to have a sleepover?

“Are you sure?” another question falling from his lips surprising him, uncomfortable with his own uncertainty.

“Yes, now hurry up and lie down so I can go back to sleep” you huffed, settling yourself into the bed as your heavy eyelids closed themselves.

“Alright, don’t get your panties in a twist” he retorted, pushing himself up from the mattress.

He walked over to the armchair, plucking his rifle from the armchair and dawdling slightly as he made his way back to where you lay, still not quite sure of the arrangement – not that he was complaining.

Metal clanked against wood as he propped his rifle against the bedside table and bent down to take his shoes off.

“You better have the- “

“Yes, the damn safety’s on, chill out” he finished your sentence.

You smiled as he took the words out of your mouth.

The bed dipped under his weight, his body fully clothed and on top of the blanket. He lay on his back with his hands interlocked over his chest, staring at the ceiling, not quite sure what to do – this was the first time he was unsure if you shared the thoughts running through his head.

“What are you? A vampire? Who sleeps like that?” your eyes were open now, entertained by the sight in front of you.

“I thought you were going to sleep?” he replied, clearly not as entertained as you.

“You can get in the bed, you know? You’ll probably sleep better that way instead of this Dracula impression you’ve got going on” you answered, giving him an ‘it’s okay’ look.

Niragi complied, peeling back the blanket and shuffling in, lying on his side this time. You were facing each other now, still a distance away but the closest you’d ever been. Not even close to touching, but close enough that you could feel the warmth spreading through your body. Comfortable in each other’s presence, yet the tension could have been cut with a knife.

“I’m glad they sent you to do this” you broke the silence.

Niragi’s heart damn near stopped.

“Oh yeah? You miss me that much?” he smirked at you.

“More like we’d be cleaning up a dead body tomorrow morning if they’d chosen anyone else” you replied, your gaze meeting his.

“Good” he replied, a smile tugging at his lips.

Your comment wasn’t out of character, but it was confirmation – you were his partner in crime, and he was yours. And that was enough.

“Goodnight, princess” he ended the conversation, nothing more to be said.

“Goodnight, Niragi” your eyes closing, contently falling asleep.

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Your eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times to adjust to the gentle sunlight that painted the room. A black and white curtain surrounded your vision, an arm resting gently around your waist and warm air tickling your forehead. Your eyes drifted upwards to look at the head of the dark mass that engulfed you – Niragi, eyes still blissfully closed.

“Good morning” he greeted, not moving an inch.

“Good morning” you returned, lying still.

“How are you feeling?”

“A bit better, I guess.”

“That’s good.”

Neither one of you broke the embrace, you just lay there – you and your partner in crime finding something new to relish in together.

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland fanfic #aib #aib x reader #aib niragi #niragi #niragi x reader #niragi suguru #aib fluff

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wild-dagon · 9 months

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Wild-dragon, some story ideas I'm writing about your au are as follows:

-Zelda will be the one who uses the master sword, because she wants to be the one who wields the weapon with which she kills the demon king, for all the damage he has done to her (destroying her kingdom, killing her people, the champions and her father and forcing his best friend Link to become a dragon), something the others understand. She can wield the sword because in Skyward Sword it is said that the goddess Hylia wielded the heavenly sword, since Zelda is a descendant of the mortal reincarnation of the goddess and her powers flow through her veins and the master sword is the improved heavenly sword, she can use it (plus in both games he has held the sword without any problem)

-When Link in the temple of time gives Zelda her oath (as Zelda did in canon), Zelda gains the ability to see spirits such as koloks, dragons, underground knights who give her weapons, poes, and the spirit. from Sonia who appears before her at that moment to help her control her time management powers.

-The chain can see the spirit dragon due to its connection to it, just like champions.

-Due to Ganondorf's attack in the final fight, Mineru's Golem is destroyed, so Mineru abandons the construction and gives Zelda his secret stone to use.

-Because Link is the spirit dragon, when Rauru, Sonia, and Mineru (who had joined in to help) combine their powers and channel them through Zelda's arm, the dragon causes a spiritual explosion that accidentally brought them back to life. the three of them (dressed of course).

-Link returned, but his body irreversibly changed to that of a dragon, similar to this image of Zelda looking like a dragon but being Link.

Okay first I love everything here.

My spirit dragon au and the Lu au are kinda separate in my head just because I’m trying not to overwhelm my brain with characters.

In the spirit dragon au Zelda is defiantly the one pulling the sword and fighting Ganondorf.

As far as the powers link gives her she can already see the Koroks according to AOC. But I love the idea of the solder spirits being part of the gift. Maybe it allows her to interact with spirits from the past. Maybe she doesn’t hear Sonia’s voice until after Link share his powers with her.

I do like that Sonia would then train her in her time magic so Zelda would still have the recall ability. But maybe Links gift spirit talk allowing her to see different spirits around the world who guided her and that she could call for aid.

Like not only are the soldiers in the depths able to provide her with weapons but they can direct her to places (like asking for hints in the game) or they can join her in her adventure. There cause some damage to enemies but dissipate after a hit or two.

Recall is helpful in both combat and world exploring and I’d want Link’s ability to be the same. This could also mean Zelda would see soldiers who served during the calamity. Which is a whole other level of trauma and closure.

In the LU version I know Twilight won the poll. Someone commented that it was a trick question and all nine hero’s pulled the blade together. But I had another thought about it that I didn’t share. When Twilight rushes up to be with Wild maybe it’s not just the chain that follows him maybe Flora does as well. Maybe she and Twilight draw the sword together. The two people closest to Wild. Maybe Flora just needed the support of someone who lost just as much as she did when learning the Wild became a dragon.

As far as Mineru, Sonia, and Rauru coming back to life. It would be very easy to spin it in the Spirit dragon au. (Honestly I still see Link as the Spirit dragon in both I just would spend less time with the champions in a LU take if that makes sense)

But back to the ancient royals. In the Spirit dragon Au. Maybe after the help Zelda bring Link back by increasing Zelda’s recall ability. After the land, after Link wakes up. Maybe he sense there Spirits near by and reaches out to them. The same way Zelda could reach out to spirit with his power. They think he’s trying to say good by so Rauru grabs his hand, and Link just yanks him back into the world of the living. He then turns away from his startled princess and the ancient king currently laying face down in the grass and hold his hand out with a cheeky smile asking the two ladies which would go next.

As for Link/Wild coming back with dragon autonomy. While the art is beautiful and I love when people talk about it. It’s not my cup of tea. But that’s okay.

Honestly I’m just putting ideas out into the world and I’m so glad people are latching onto them and playing with them.

This is free permission for anyone to take these ideas and run with them. Just let me know what you create so I can enjoy it to!!!

Thank you so much for telling all your ideas they are so fun and wonderful!!

#spirit dragon au #lu totk role reversal au #zelda totk role reveals au #lu wild #lu twilight #lu flora #totk sonia #zelda totk #totk link #king rauru #mineru

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dippindaz · 2 years

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Had an idea for established the grabber x reader, maybe it's up your alley!

Seems kinda silly, but since he likes to win games, in my head canon he's probably competitive even with smaller things. A scenario where him and SO are playing cards or board games(or even hide and seek 👀) and he has to be chastised for getting too aggressive. Maybe it spins in the other direction and they goad him on purpose, bad winner, getting caught cheating etc, for sexy reasons

A/N: I can’t. I love this so much LMAO. You didn’t say you wanted filled NSFW so I’m going to just be doing partial NSFW. If you want a part 2 with full NSFW just lemme know and I’ll do it when I can :)

The Grabber x GN Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ minors DNI, oral male receiving, lowkey acts like a baby over losing a card game lmao, teasing, you edging him, dom reader,

Being Al’s S/O wasn’t always easy. He was emotional, but tried not to be. He wasn’t good at expressing those emotions either. He was always competitive, almost everything was a game he had to win.

Even though this wasn’t easy, it was kind of fun. It let you be competitive as well. To try and beat him at his own games. He hated when you won, he was quite the sore loser. Whenever you managed to get close to wining you’d almost always ‘make a mistake’ and totally accidentally lose.

You didn’t mind ‘losing’ to him. He wasn’t someone to brag or rub it in your face when you lost. The way his eyes would light up and the dorky smile on his face when he won during actual games was just so cute.

It was tiring though, upsetting to an extent. All of your hard work being for nothing. If only you had some way to show him losing wasn’t always so bad.

He had a stressful day today. He just wanted to spend time with you and wind down for the night. So of course, when he suggested the two of you play a game, you knew it was a bad idea. You agreed anyways.

You were nearing the end of a game of poker, he was winning as per usual, but this game you had a trick up your sleeve. You had slowly been raising bid until you both were all in.

He smirked thinking he had won yet again. Placing his cards down, 4 aces and 1 king. A lucky hard to beat hand.

But as he watched your face his heart fell. You began to smile. You smacked down your hand and there it was. A straight all in spades. A hand just barely beating him.

First his eyes were wide and mouth agape, then his jaw clenched and eyes squinted. He angrily swatted his cards off the table, letting them fall onto the floor.

He got up from his chair and was about to pout on the couch. “Sit back down.” You told him.

He mindlessly listened to you, flopping back into the chair. You walked around behind his chair and began rubbing his shoulders. Leaning down to whisper in his ear, “you are such a sore loser, y’know?”

You walked around to the front of the chair and swung one leg over his legs. You were now sitting on his lap, straddling him.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you pulled him towards your face. “We really gotta fix that.”

You were confident and demanding in this moment. He, on the other hand, looked like a deer in headlights. You had never been this dominant before, especially not this... seductive.

One hand stayed on his chest, while the other slowly trailed up to his hair. You ran you hand down his hair, grabbed a handful, and gently pulled it. He attempted to make no noise but out came a small, pleasured sigh.

You chuckled and the hand on his trailed down his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. Once you unbuttoned the last button you slowly pushed his shirt to drop off of his arms.

His breathing was uneven and shakey. His brain went onto autopilot and his hands rested on your hips.

You carefully watched his expression and rolled your hips against his pelvis. He lightly moaned at the movement and tried to guide you to move more with his hands.

However, you didn’t. Instead, you climbed off of him and unbuttoned his his pants and pulled them down. You did the same for his boxers then crawled and sat on your knees in between his legs.

You slowly began to lick up and down his shaft, never breaking eye contact. His cheeks grew red as he watched you. You took his tip into your mouth and his hips twitched upwards, while he groaned.

You took more of him into your mouth, lightly scraping your teeth along him as a warning. At a teasingly slow pace you began to bob your head up and down.

His jaw clenched and he groaned. “Please, speed up.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crawled to your face. He was already begging for you? He was just too easy.

You continued at the same pace for a few seconds after his request and then began to speed up. Your tongue swirled around him and you hallowed your cheeks.

Though he tried to control them, his hips twitched upwards repeatedly. You knew he was close now. The twitching, his breathing, his quiet groans and moans.

You brought him as close to the edge as you could before fully pulling away from him. He whined and his head fell back.

He picked his head up and met your teasing gaze, “you can’t just leave me like this.”

You laughed at his panicked statement. “Oh honey,” you shuffled closer to him, “we’re just getting started.”

#the black phone #horror #horror x you #the grabber #slashers x reader #slashers x you #the black phone x reader #the black phone x you #the grabber x reader #the grabber x you #slasher smut

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nexysworld · 1 year

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Music to My Ears

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Summary: Heimdall finds you in Vanaheim, as the Scion of the Aseir it’s his job to punish traitors, but he has some other ideas besides fighting you.

🖤 Pairing: Heimdall/Fem!Reader 🖤 Tags: NSFW, Smut, BDSM Elements, Spitting, Spanking, slapping, Dom Heimdall, Porn with a little plot, self indulgent brain rot, not proof read

Inspired by this audio I made, here's a little oneshot with our Golden God. where he finds you on his trip to Vanaheim.

“Ah I should have expected to run into you here too. Sizzles wasn’t looking too hot the last time I saw him, don’t worry though Sunshine, because I’ll set you ablaze myself.” Heimdall laughed as you backed away from him. You felt like an animal that had been caged in, the only way out of your current predicament was to either disappear into the ground, or somehow get past Heimdall yourself. Neither option was a good one. You continued to back up until you were stopped by the vine covered rock wall. You gulped as you watched him hop off of Gulltoppr and begin towards you on foot. ‘Fuck where’s Kratos, Atreus…Freya?’ You desperately thought to yourself. “Oh Sunshine, they aren’t coming to your rescue, you know that right? Even if they tried, you can’t really think anyone would be able to stop me from getting to you, do you?”

You hated that he could see your thoughts right now. The fear. The panic. The despair. You almost couldn’t believe this is the same man who you gifted your trust, who you allowed to bed you in Asgard. All of that was thrown away now, whatever you were before…it meant nothing now that you were standing on opposite ends of the battlefield. This isn’t what you wanted though, and you knew that. He knew that. It changed nothing. The moment he sensed even the slightest betrayal on you, the two of you were done. “Why so quiet? Your last few moments of life and really you have nothing to stay? I am profoundly unimpressed. I truly expected more out of you.” He shrugged as he continued his stroll towards you. You looked up and down, side to side, trying to find anything that would save you. You were so focused on your escape attempt you hadn’t realized how close he had gotten until you felt his hand on your chin, turning you to look up at him. You were met with purple glowing eyes and a sneer. “Are you being shy now? You weren’t shy the other daywhen you were. . . mewling for me. This is really no fun Sunshine.” ‘Fuck you.’ You said in your head as you trembled under his touch. “Really now? You can think it but can’t say it? Hah.” He searched your face for a moment, scanning you up and down. “Now that you think it, perhaps I should bend you over right here and see what other noises I can get you to make for me.” Your face went absolutely red at the comment, you weren’t completely sure if it was from fear, shame, or arousal…you settled on all three. “Actually, I am sure that’s what I am going to do.” Heimdall leaned forward and licked your earlobe before whispering to you. “Be a good girl for me.” You felt the heat of arousal begin to pool in your lower half at his words, but your fight or flight kicked in and your automatic response was to spit at him. Not smart. He dodge it as expected but then you felt the world around you spin when his hand collided with your cheek. You didn’t have much time to recover as he grabbed you squishing both of your cheeks together until your mouth opened. “You wanna play that game Sunshine?” It was a rhetorical question as instead of letting you answer, you felt him spit directly into your mouth. His hand clamped over your mouth and nose forcing you to swallow, when he finally let go you managed a small wheeze. You wanted to gag. You wanted to be mad, but the arousal between your legs just increased. You hated even more that he knew it too. You felt pathetic…but so good at the same time. Heimdall stripped off his belt that held his waistcoat and sword up before tightly strapping the leather around your wrists and pulling tight. He swapped your positioning so you were facing the wall again, if you didn’t want to fall over you were forced to use the weight of your tied wrists to keep you upright. “Now…where were we? Ah yes…” He said as you felt a hand collide with one of your butt cheeks. You yelped. Another spank. Another yelp. “Music to my ears Sunshine.” You could almost hear the elatement in his voice, and by the time he was done your legs were trembling, and a pool had formed between them. Heimdall shoved your head down and angled you so your butt was more in the air before he lifted the bottom of your dress up and tossed it over your back. He immediately noticed the wet spot that had formed between your legs. “Oh Sunshine, all that for me? I’ve barely even touched you. Who would have thought you’d be such a whore for your enemy?” He teased before slapping your pussy softly, earning another small yelp.

“Look at that pretty color.” He said gently massaging one of your sore cheeks. “And you were so good for me too while you took it.” Fuck you loved when he praised you like that. “Since you were so good, I’ll forgive the little act of rebellion and give you a reward, how does that sound?” Your lips curled into a pout, you didn’t want to give in, but your mind betrayed you. “Say it out loud Sunshine. Tell me, do you want a reward for being such a good girl for me, or not?” “Y-yes….please….want a reward.” You managed to get out, your face felt like it was on fire as the words left your mouth. A reward you would receive though. You felt Heimdall rub your clit gently through the fabric of your underwear causing you to moan slightly. When he tugged your underwear down and made direct contact, you almost bucked as you whimpered. “Very good Sunshine, but those are all noises I’ve heard before…let’s try something else.” Heimdall bent down so he was face to face with your wet pussy. You’re lucky he had a firm hold on your hips as you almost fell over when his tongue made contact, licking a swipe from the bottom of your lips to the top and over your clit.

“Oh ho ho, now there’s a new one.” He leaned forward again to lap at your sopping lips, speeding up his actions whenever he’d hear a noise that he approved of. You were so close, wanting to rut against him, but unable to in your current position. Then he stopped. “Ah. Ah. Ah.” He said as he stood wiping his mouth. “You’ve been good, but not good enough to earn that yet.” You couldn’t help the audible whine that left your mouth, or the pout that formed on your lips. He stood you back up and turned you around to face him, back to the wall again. Despite the dirt and small cuts from your running around Vanaheim, he thought you looked perfect right now; hazy lust filled eyes, reddened cheeks, and that sweet little pout on your lips. If only you could have been his. If only he hadn’t had to see that brief glimmer of betrayal when you spoke with the little Jotunn. Heimdall would have gladly kept you all to himself in Asgard and locked eyes with your fucked out face every night. He wasn’t sure what made him more upset. The thoughts of betrayal, the denial of it you kept trying to get him to believe, or the fact that this would be the last time he’d get to have an opportunity like this with you. He cleared those thoughts from his mind as he decided to continue. If you were going to go out, it was going to at least be with a bang. Heimdall pressed his knee up between your legs. You groaned at the contact of his rough pants to your aching clit. “Tell ya what Sunshine, you can finish all you want, but you have to do all the work.” He motioned to his knee. He leaned forward and locked your lips together. You missed how they felt, so soft and pink, they had even been comforting at one point. You opted to take him up on his offer and bucked along his leg wildly, chasing your own pleasure. He ate up every little noise you made before moving to suck and nip at your neck. Your grinding against his leg was becoming frantic and needy, you were so close again, you were almost scared that he was going to go back on his word, but he didn’t. “That’s it, good girl, go ahead and cum for me.” His words were your undoing, you felt the tightly wound rubber band inside of you snap as you let out a noise between a moan and a sigh of relief. You rode your orgasm out on his leg, now also soaked with your juices. “Atta girl.” He said gently rubbing your cheek. He allowed you to catch your breath while he lifted his tunic over his head and tossed it over Gulltoppr’s saddle. You could see his own erection straining tightly against his dark pants. You licked your lips thinking about it. One thing was for sure, Heimdall was certainly…proportional. You remembered the first time you two had slept together. ‘Seriously? Of course you have a big dick too, why wouldn’t you. Bully’s compensate my ass’ you had thought to yourself, hoping he wasn’t listening. He had been. But your comment made him laugh, and you swear you saw his cock twitch at your thoughts too. You felt a small twinge of longing to go back to that moment, instead of being here. You were suddenly missing that time with him. You wished the current circumstances were different as well. Before you had completely come down from your high, Heimdall had freed himself from his pants and stroked it a few times. He brought it up to your lips and rubbed the tip against them. “C’mon Sunshine, you don’t want me to fuck you dry now do you?” You wanted to protest again. ‘Dry? But I’m soaking wet, just fuck me already!’ But before he could respond to your thought you wrapped your mouth around his tip. He was too big for you to take in fully, but you knew how to tease him. You sucked a bit before removing your mouth with a pop sound before running your tongue along his length and working your way back to the tip. You could hear him let out soft groans with each new tactic you tried and each bob of your head. You loved how he sounded. How you made him sound. When Heimdall deemed your work complete he pulled his cock away from your mouth. He lifted you up like you weighed nothing, and instinctively you wrapped your legs around him. With one long thrust he pulled you down all the way onto his cock until he bottomed out. He moaned loudly at the action. You let out a moan with a mix of pain and pleasure at being stretched out so abruptly. A few more thrusts and the pain had almost entirely dissipated. The only sounds around you between breathy moans were the sound of wet skin slapping. “Oh fuck.” You finally said out loud when he hit that spot. That spot that made you see stars. “Yeah Sunshine? Do I make you feel good?” He only needed one arm to hold you, and fuck if his strength didn’t add to your attraction to him, the fact that he decided to use his free hand to rub circles on your puffy clit definitely did. “Y-yes..fuck…feel so good…” You whined. “Good girl, can you cum for me one more time on my cock, Sunshine?” He asked not letting up his thrusting or the finger so thoroughly abusing your clit. You didn’t have to answer him with words as you threw your head back and let out the most primal noise he’d ever heard from you, he felt your juices squirt onto his lower abdomen and pants. He continued to thrust into you chasing his own pleasure, thrusts becoming erratic as he was close. A few more thrusts into your spent hole and he felt his own pleasure erupt, filling you with thick hot ropes of his cum, his thrusts slowed as he rode out his own orgasm. Heimdall pulled his softened cock from you, and let you flop backwards using his hand to soften your contact with the wall. You looked so exhausted, if you were even capable of feeling fear still he couldn’t tell. Your mind was a hazy cloud of pleasure and the only thought on your mind was Heimdall. If he did kill you now, you’d be lucky, most don’t get such a blissed out end to their life. Heimdall considered it for a moment. He ultimately landed on the idea that you’d make a better trophy of war than a dead participant, especially since you wouldn’t be a threat without your cohorts. He could hear by the sounds in the distance that the attempt to save Freyr was not going well, so he laid you down next to Gulltoppr, using the reins to tie your bound hands to the saddle.

“Stay right here for me, Sunshine.” He said pulling his tunic back over his head and picking up his sword, Hofud. You were too tired, and the giant beast felt too warm for you to care. You didn’t even realize you were falling asleep as you watched Heimdall walk off into the distance.

#heimdall x reader #heimdall #gow heimdall #god of war #fanfiction #reader insert #female reader

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 19 days

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hehe..... ari.......... i am already here...... knife and fork in hand............... gimme food gimme lore. how did you and mister sweetheart mister laios mister oblivious meet?????? was it a meet-cute, or a meet-ugly perhaps???? like an accidental meet-ugly????? he bumped into you and spilled his food all over you???? i could see that i think it would be qwfully cute actually:333 anyway hehehehe please indulge me i really wanna know more abt the two of you!!!! - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY . you work fast ……. i have to respect it…….. BUT WAHHHH THIS MADE MY BRAIN SPIN SO FAST :(((((((( sniffle . i love him. I HAVE MANY THOUGHTSS pls bear with me my sweet sunflower…….

here is a snack for you while you read :33 🥪 and a kiss on the cheek. mwah!!

OKAY SO . i’m very fond of the meet-ugly idea….. thank you for the free lore i’m a tiny pigeon eating crumbs straight from ur hand 🐦🐦 NO BC. it feels so fitting doesn’t it…… a pair of losers stumbling into each other’s lives………. we’re both at some adventurer’s restaurant stop and i trip over his foot and drop my plate of food . and he apologizes. and i’m like . ah . he’s cute. (puppydog effect 💔)………. and i end up joining his party somehow. i don’t think it’d take a lot of convincing tbh i’m susceptible to manipulation and peer pressure at any given moment 🙏🙏 maybe it’s like… right after the falin thing. and they’re desperate to fill up their party. and i’m just like . okay yeah. bc i wanna see the dragon + laios has bewitched me 😔😔

….. actually this got me thinking abt . what kind of adventurer i’d be …. and as much as i love & adore playing as the knight-esque sword guy when it comes to rpgs….. realistically i feel like i’d be a magic user …. or a bowman ….. or a rogue like chilchuck . a bard ??? 👀 maybe ????? ANYWAYYYY that’s not important i just think it’s fun 2 think abt :333 (which class do u think you’d be mickey 🎤🎤 i need to know!!!!)

AND THEN . yeah. i’m just….. crushing on him. i think. and the more i get to know him the more i’m like. i need him to be happy. i need him to succeed. i want to stay by his side . etcetc…… down horrendous in other words <///3 and he’s just so oblivious yk???? marcille and chilchuck get it immediately and they’re both like . my condolences. he’s happily married to monsterkind 😐😐

BUT LAIOS IS JUST . he’s just so caring….. yk……….. makes me food and pats my head and drapes a blanket over me when i get sleepy . ik i’ve already said it but!!!! i rlly do see arilaio as a black cat/golden retriever kinda deal…… w me being . very eepy all the time . a little grumpy. i just feel like that side of me would peek out around him bc he’s big and safe and warm :3 i’m normal abt him btw .

i’m already starting to get 2 into it so i’ll stop myself BUT. i do also wanna say!!!! this is . a yapper/yapper dynamic…….. bc i feel like we’re both good listeners. but also yap a horrific amount when it comes to smth we love 😭😭 yk how he is abt monsters….. i’d be the exact same way but like . w books. or games. or whatever. so it’s just him teaching me abt monsters while i look up at him w hearts in my eyes + me rambling abt smth or another while he gives me Intense Eye Contact and asks follow up questions <3333333 OK I’M DONE . he just. he is….. the way he is . which is perfect . 😔😔

anyway !!!!! THANK YOU SM FOR THE QUESTION MICKEY….. 🥺🥺🥺 you’re the sweetest little guy ever and i hope you know i love you <3 i hope you’re resting a lot and soaking up the sunlight!!!! and i hope you sleep so well tonight :3 i’m tucking you gently into bed as we speak!!! bringing you extra blankets and fluffy pillows and a big cup of jasmine tea <33333

this is literally arimickey + laios btw <333333

#I LOVE YOUUU and i love Him :3 #he’s just . the perfect man? i don’t know how else to explain it #he’s big and warm and soft and sincere and caring and brave and cute……#and he loves monsters so deeply that i think. i would fall in love w him after one single ramble #i need to bite his arm and nap on his chest 😔😔😔😔#sending you lots of kisses mickey pls catch them all <333 mwah mwah MWAH #ask tag ✩#mickey !! ✩#selfshippy stuff ✩

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officialgleamstar · 10 months

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for hug prompt! a bit specific but could i get 33 (picking up hug) with lesbian gothcleats please!! i need more of them

raaaahhh GOTHCLEATS MY BELOVED. thank you sm i love them. i love this.

hug prompts! | ao3 link!

It had taken a while for Scary to ease her way back into soccer. Even once she had admitted that she missed it, her pride kept her away for a while longer. Then she had to fumble through a handful of scheduling conflicts. And then she had to go buy all new athletic clothes because everything was too bright and pink-

At the end of it all, she was grateful to be back on the field. That’s what mattered most. She was back on the field. She hadn’t been to many games yet, they had lost both of the two she did partake in, and the familiar drive to win was settling over her brain. That was what drew her out here, kicking soccer balls at the goal with increasing ferocity while Lincoln covered the goal with half-hearted concern.

She kicked the ball and Lincoln stepped aside to intercept it, raising her elbow to bump it out of the goal. Scary gritted her teeth.

“Do you wanna take a break?” Lincoln called, raising a hand to her mouth so the sound would carry, and Scary shook her head.

“I got this, Linc.” She jogged forward to get the ball back, shuffling it between her feet and Lincoln let out an unsure hum.

“We could have some water, at least-”

“No! No, we’re going until I get this.” Scary began dribbling it back out of the penalty area, tensing and relaxing her hands as she tried to cool her temper. “Just sit there and keep guarding.”

Maybe Scary was more out of practice than she would have liked, but that was fine. It wasn’t like she was trying to score from the halfway line. She should be able to score from the penalty arc, it wasn’t an impossible kick by any means, but every kick either went wild or wasn’t fast enough to get past her friend. She had been doing better earlier in the evening, but after a certain point, Lincoln had started blocking all of her shots and it was starting to itch against Scary’s brain like an unpleasant sweater.

“I’ll just… look pretty,” Lincoln responded in a tone that was almost clever, and Scary managed a laugh, turning back around with the ball from her spot in the penalty box. Lincoln braced herself as Scary started winding up, shifting her weight back and forth between her feet, and Scary closed her eyes.

Inhale through the nose. Exhale through the mouth. She steadied herself, opened her eyes, and took a bouncy half-step forward to give her momentum as she slammed her left foot into the soccer ball.

The ball went flying, black spinning over white in a blur as it arched toward the goal. Scary winced as she tried to plot out the trajectory in her head - it was sailing through the air but it was clearly headed straight for the right pole of the net - and Lincoln clearly had the same thought even as she lunged towards the ball. Scary’s posture tensed as Lincoln’s hands came up, nearly colliding with the edges of the net—

And the ball soared right over them, hitting the back of the goal and causing the netting to swish against itself. Scary froze, her eyes wide.

“Scary! You got it!” Lincoln was making her way over to her before Scary fully processed her own goal, wrapping her arms around Scary’s waist and scooping her up with a twirl. Scary let out a startled laugh, wrapping her arms around Lincoln’s neck and clinging as her legs dangled. “You did it!”

“I did it!” she agreed, trying to bite down the deeply uncool giggles bubbling up in her chest. Lincoln beamed up at her, the perfect picture of adoration, and Scary’s mind continued its struggle to keep up with everything going on.

Normal had once joked that Scary’s comphet crush on Lincoln from freshman year was actually just her clocking Lincoln’s transition from a mile away. At the time, Scary had scoffed and told him that he just wished he was right about her and Lincoln liking each other. Right now, watching the way the field’s lights reflected in the dark brown of Lincoln’s eyes, she was having a much harder time believing her own argument.

Lincoln had grown her hair out for a while, but it was cut short again. Scary had the bizarre curiosity of what it would feel like if Linc tucked her head underneath Scary’s, which quickly fell into cuddling and sharing a bed territory, and Scary coughed loudly before her thoughts could spiral further.

“Linc.”

“Oh, sorry!”

She dropped Scary back to her feet with a laugh and Scary grabbed Lincoln’s arms to steady herself as she wobbled. She gave Scary an embarrassed smile and Scary could feel her heart skip a beat.

“We should take a break.”

“I have been saying that,” Lincoln agreed with a nod and Scary whirled around to break eye contact, speed-walking away from those soft brown eyes.

#dndads #gothcleats #my writing #ask #oneinchfrog

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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Sangyeon 83. "You won’t believe how many naughty fantasies I’ve had about you" please, if your requests are still open. Otherwise thanks and I cant wait for your next story

Sangyeon + Suggestive -❤️-

(You won't believe how many naughty fantasies I've had about you.)

The music is loud in your ears, and the reverberations of the bass travel consistently through your body. The lowlights of the club make the mood feel wild and free, and the amount of liquor flowing through your system doesn't help. You feel unstoppable. You feel passionate.

Your friends laugh at something someone says and you close your eyes and smile. You keep them closed for a minute, soaking up the atmosphere and putting it somewhere in your brain you'll be able to access later. When you open your eyes, you spot Sangyeon watching you from across the table.

His lips are slightly parted, while his eyes sear into your skin. It's like he's trying to see through you, deep into your soul, and it causes you to shiver. You repay the favor, letting your eyes say for you what you can't put into words. Adding a small flirty smile when he realizes what you're doing.

You're unsure how to describe it. It feels like there's a very intense connection between the two of you like you're having a conversation where you're both daring each other to make a move while also waiting to see if the other one has the guts to do it. You feel exposed and yet secretive at the same time.

The world around you fades away. The music is a dull sound, and your friends disappear. It's just you, Sangyeon, and this odd connection. When he slightly nods toward the dance floor, you wordlessly get out of the booth without a thought.

He follows closely behind you until you come to a stop. When you spin and face him, his hands automatically find your waist and pull you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and lightly smile at him.

He shakes his head and looks at you with wonder. "You're so damn magnetic. I can't take my eyes off of you."

"Good," you reply with a shrug.

He lets out a small laugh and tilts his head. "You don't even realize the power you hold, do you?"

"Or maybe I do, and I'm using it exactly how I want to."

When he raises his brows, you inch closer to him. He pulls you flush against his body in response. The two of you are barely dancing, more like swaying and moving against each other in a slow, borderline erotic tease. You allow your eyes to trail from his face down to his body until you can't see past where you're connected.

"You like what you see?"

"Oh, I've always liked what I saw when it comes to you," you tell him, eyes finding his again.

His eyes darken and the mood between you grows hotter and somehow more intense. At this moment, you both know the dangerous game you're playing will result in the two of you going home with each other, and you honestly can't wait.

"You won't believe how many naughty fantasies I've had about you," Sangyeon admits.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you reply. "Maybe you should tell me about them in pain-staking detail…"

"Maybe I should just show you them instead." His words are a dare and you can see that reflected in his eyes. Luckily for him, you're only too happy to rise up to that dare.

"What are we waiting for?"

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patchesjam · 1 year

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BM rant:

People telling Dream to “get good” at BM don’t understand that Dream has tried, genuinely tried, to get better at the game. He thrives when he can practice a game, there is no way he can practice buildmart as there’s no version of the game on the practice server. Dream tried to work around this back in season 1, when they used the same 27 builds in rotation throughout the game. BOTH Dream and Techno compiled them and practice each one to memorize them. This allowed them to do marginally better in the game where they suffered before. Well guess what Noxcrew did? They decided to change the game so that strat was obsolete! Now it creates new builds every game so there’s no way to practice these builds off server.

What did Dream do? He found another solution! He wrote down what he needed. Well that was banned too. It’s banned to write a list using the in-game chat and physically writing it down. Which is banning a tool that many people with adhd use on a daily basis! I was ALWAYS encouraged to make a list and break down tasks to help me! Telling someone with ADHD to not use a tool to help them with their short term memory is handicapping them for no reason.

MCC’s color and block palette is extremely busy and tends to be too vibrant at times leading to overstimulation for players and viewers alike, especially when the player is using the elytra to whizz past rows and rows of blocks. Couple that with loud, grating music that feels like you’re taking an ice pick to the brain and three other people shouting at each other and you’ve got a recipe for the complete and utter overload on the senses for those with ADHD. It absolutely makes my head spin when I watch and I’m on ADHD medication. Dream is not. He’s experiencing all of this with no aid whatsoever, which would make everything about 10x worse for him.

Yet Buildmart is the “perfect game” /s

I very much agree with the first two paragraphs and personally i believe it's a big part of why i am loosing interest quite a bit. instead of almost celebrating the bending of the rules (like techno and dream planning all the builds) they go out of their way to prevent work arounds. i also have issues with the banning of a list although i am not sure if noxcrew confirmed they did ban that.

one change i advocated for on the reddit was the implementation of an in-game auto checklist for the entire team - i thought this would solve a lot of issues with little actual effect on gameplay or mechanincs. and would actually encourage teamwork because people 'fetching' blocks would have to communicate based on the checklist what they would each get.

the last para is difficult for me because you could claim that with all games to some extent and its where the line is drawn. i agree with you quite a bit, i do find bm a difficult watch and get overstimulated but i also find that a lot with gridrunners and hitw to some extent too. i thought a good solution would be to have a much less 'noisy' arena, so theres not much background colours to focus on and its just the buidling blocks!

#tldr: i think there were things that could be mutch improved about it and a lot of people have suggested a lot of stuff #none of which have been implemented or changed #and its fustrating that people write it off as 'they hate bulidng haha'

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maleyanderecafe · 2 years

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Raven from triania academy in dashingdon (tbh he/she reminds me of kylar from dol)

I actually do remember reblogging some fanart of Raven like way, waaay back when I first started the this blog, but I never really got around to actually playing through Triania Academy, or at least a playthrough of it since I mostly wanted to check out Raven. It took me a bit since my brain was refusing to cooperate with me, but I did get through what is essentially a demo of the game. If you are interested you can play through it here and follow @leo-interactive-fiction for more updates.

Triania Academy is a sort of scifi "What if Hogwarts but with super powers?" kind of reading game. You can choose the gender of pretty much all of the datable NPCs as well as your own. It starts out with you being accepted into Triania Academy, and being introduced to all of the characters there. The main ones are Emil/Emma, your friend from home; Robin/Ren, a charismatic person you meet on the ship, Leah/Levi, a shy bookworm; Vin/Vee a more rational and level headed person; Pierce/Pinna a more snappish person (possibly a tsundere); Matthew/Mary a more slow speaking drowsy student; Raven, a creepy stalker (the yandere); Snatcher/Snapper, a more outgoing and rambunctious character; and Fray/Flay a more snooty character. The first couple of chapters is more or less meeting all of the characters, and it takes a while to get to Raven. Eventually you do get the option to date one of these characters, and have an experiment done on you and the other love interests, revealing different powers like for instance Robin/Ren's power of manipulating small objects (thus explaining how lucky they are). Since the game is still in progress, we don't get too much after the dates you can have.

The concept is pretty interesting all things considered. There are quite a lot of paths to take in terms of the main character, since you can choose not only appearances but also reactions, ranging from being shy to snappish to charming. In addition, you can date any of the above characters and interact with them more or less depending on your options. I'm not sure where the path of the powers will come into play but surely it will be quite an interesting match.

My favorite characters are Levi/Leah, Matthew/Mary, Raven and Snatcher/Snapper. Levi is kind of obvious since he's a shy boy, I really like the way Matthew speaks (it's very slow but a bit flirtation in some cases), Raven is a yandere so- and Snatcher/Snapper I like their attitude and more chaotic energy. I kept on getting confused with Robin and Emil mostly because Triania's Emil is much closer in personality to Robin from Degrees of Lewdity(since they're both the childhood friends characters who are generally pretty kind) where as Triania's Robin is closer to my own character Emil (from my comic First Impressions, who are more charismatic) so you can see how confused I was while trying to play this game especially when the names were throwing me off so hard.

Raven shows up by essentially killing a bird that he thinks is trying to harm you. He also ends up breaking into your dorm for a bit and leaving a message in the mirror and periodically greets you during class, such as sharing a book with him or even being worried when you come back to late. He is also shown to be rather protective in some cases, such as with you hear about students that burned one of the library's books he pretty much pulls the ladder from under them causing them to be buried in a pile of books. Raven seems to really adore you from the start, willing to do anything (like an option to spin around three times) with little to no question. During his date, he brings you to a mansion area where he's captured the student from before and pulls him into an experiment. He also is pretty distraught when he finds out that you and him don't have the same powers after the experiment, promising that "he will be the same as you."

Raven is pretty similar to Kylar, but if I were to describe him he's kind of like a mix of Henry from Fire Emblem and Kylar from Degrees of Lewdity. Raven is a lot less like a loser type like Kylar and more like a type whose smiles are sort of unsettling and the type you wouldn't want to go near. He feels like he has the personality of Henry where he's mostly gleeful and a bit mischievous while still having the more stalkerish and clingy behavior of Kylar. He's generally seen as more happy and gleeful, while still being infatuated with you and being a bit too happy when stalking or sharing things with him. I'm not sure why he is infatuated with you since I don't think the story has gotten that far (though there are hints on the tumblr page), and so far it seems that he hasn't had too many jealous interactions. Raven does seem really smart and seems to pride themselves with their love of you. It doesn't really seem that Raven will kill based on the tumblr posts (which is fine since not all yanderes do need to kill) and does seem to have a future to essentially send him down the path of the yandere or to redeem him, which I think are two pretty cool options to have in the game.

Overall, the game is rather fun to play through, even if I didn't get through most of the options. This is only my second dashingdot game, so maybe I'm just simply easy to impress, haha. If you are interested, please give it a try!

#asks #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #triana academy

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