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notsosweetchan · 2 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ Under The Table ˚ʚ♡ɞ

Warning: Fingering in public

Paring: | Seungmin x Reader|

Y/N blushed heavily and bit her bottom lip, suppressing the moans that threatened to escape. Her heart raced as she felt Seungmin's finger teasingly trace circles around her entrance. She glanced up at him, their eyes meeting across the table where they shared a knowing look. She could feel her pussy dripping, eager for more of his touch.

The subtle movements of his finger sent waves of pleasure through her body, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the sensations he was causing.

The warmth between her legs tingled as he pushed forward slightly, pressing against the entrance but not entering yet. She tried to stay quiet while they were still in public, but a soft gasp escaped her lips as his finger brushed against an especially sensitive spot.

The other couples at the table were deep in conversation, oblivious to what was happening underneath. They chatted about work and weekend plans while enjoying their delicious meal, completely unaware that something much more intimate was happening beneath the tablecloth. Y/N shifted slightly in her seat, grinding her hips against Seungmin's touch unconsciously.

The soft fabric of her dress rubbed against her swollen pussy lips with each movement, adding to the pleasure she could feel building inside her. She couldn't help but squirm a little in anticipation as he continued to tease her, his other hand resting on top of hers on the table for support.

The waiter came by to refill their water glasses, causing them both to snap out of their lustful haze briefly before diving back into each other under the table once again.

Y/N let out a small whimper as Seungmin finally pushed past her resistance and entered one finger inside her tight heat. She gasped at the sudden intrusion but quickly regained her composure, taking deep breaths to steady herself.

He continued to stimulate her inner walls with slow, delicious strokes, drawing out the moment as he knew she was close to the edge of ecstasy. Her nails dug into the tablecloth, her knuckles turning white with the effort it took not to moan out loud.

Seungmin leaned in as if to whisper in her ear, his voice low and husky, "You're so wet, baby. I can feel how much you want it.”

His words sent shivers down her spine, and she bit her bottom lip even harder to stifle a moan. "I'm going to make you cum right here at this table, and you're not allowed to make a sound.”

His fingers picked up the pace, curling inside her in just the right way as he began to rub her G-spot relentlessly. Her hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more, but all she could do was squeeze her thighs together tighter and try to keep the moans of pleasure at bay. The tension coiled in her belly, tightening with each sensual stroke he delivered. She was so close... so close...

As the waiter returned with their main courses, Y/N felt herself teetering on the edge of release. Seungmin slowed down momentarily, causing her to whimper in protest. He flashed her a wicked grin before resuming his torturous pace once again as soon as the waiter left. Her orgasm was building rapidly now. “Hey Y/N are you ok

You look a bit flushed,” Jiho, her best friend, asked across the table, oblivious to what was happening inches away from her.

Y/N shot her a panicked glance, praying that she hadn't given them away. "I'm j-just... I'm just...," she panted, trying to think of an excuse for her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. "I... um... I'm just a bit warm that's all." She took a sip of her water, hoping the cool liquid would help mask her flushed complexion.

Seungmin smirked at Y/N's discomfort but didn't relent in his ministrations. He was enjoying this delicious game of cat and mouse they were playing far too much to stop now.

Her hips rocked with each of his delicious thrusts, her body screaming for more, desperate to be filled and satisfied, but she couldn't let herself go. Not here, not in front of their friends. Tears of frustration threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes as she tried to contain the moans that threatened to escape her parted lips.

"Your food looks good," Seungmin purred in her ear, all innocence as he twisted his finger inside her, causing her to moan out a strangled breath. "You should eat."

Y/N picked up her fork with shaking hands and speared a piece of pasta, praying the motion would give her something else to focus on as Seungmin continued his merciless assault on her senses. The simple act of chewing was torture itself, each bite sending vibrations through her entire body that only served to heighten her arousal.

Jiho blabbed on about some work drama she'd had been dealing with earlier in the week, but Y/N's mind was too clouded with lust to even register the words coming out ofher friend's mouth. All she could think about was the delicious agony between her legs, the pressure building with each passing second.

He continue to finger worked her pussy relentlessly, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, shallow thrusts that teased her bundle of nerves mercilessly. Y/N's breathing hitched as she felt the familiar tightness coil in her lower stomach, signaling her impending climax. She grabbed onto her napkin, twisting it into a tight ball in an effort to stifle any sounds she might make.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Y/N dropped her fork with a clatter and stabbed at her food, shoving a large bite into her mouth to disguise the moans she couldn't hold back any longer.

The muffled noises of ecstasy vibrated through the table as waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her eyes squeezed shut as she rode out the orgasmic wave, Seungmin's finger still working magic inside of her until the last possible moment before removing himself.

Breathing heavily, Y/N dared a everyone was too engrossed in their own conversations to notice her silent release. Seungmin, on the other hand, smiled smugly as he casually cut into his steak.

Finally, Y/N managed to catch her breath, "You... you ass," she said between gasps, glaring at him playfully.

Seungmin just grinned back at her, "Oh, but you loved every minute of it," he purred, wiping his mouth daintily with his napkin before leaning in to whisper in her ear once more, "And this is only the beginning. Just wait until we get home."

#stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids imagine #stray kids smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz imagine #skz smut #skz seungmin #seungmin x reader #seungmin imagines #stray kids seungmin #seungmin imagine #seungmin #seungmin smut

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anonymouslosersworld · 1 year

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♡ Succubus♡

Prompt; Mc/reader armed with the teaching Solomon decided to mess around with magical creations and like Icarus flew too close to the sun before falling... in their case fell victim to horniness.

Fandom: Obey me shall me date

Characters: Mammon, Leviathan, Solomon, Simeon, and Barbatos.

Genre: Smut (M)

Contains: dubcon, unprotected sex, dom reader, sex toys, voyeurism??, and corruption kink.

Credit goes to @asmology . They have wonderful blog and written pieces. I was so in love with their charmed series and just wanted to try my hand at writing it myself. Please don't hesitate and check out their blogs.

[Obey me masterlist]

Prologue; After you had successfully enrolled in the sorcerers' academy and become Solomon's one and only apprentice after a couple of months. He had encouraged you to explore magical items and such. Due to many lonely and hot nights, you settled on magical items. Using your knowledge you created a life-like magical dildo/vibrator of your love interest. Unknowingly to you {or maybe knowingly you did but wouldn't admit it}it was also charmed with your love interest feeling whatever you did to it.

Mammon

He couldn't go out there. Not with whatever the hell was fucking him so well. He had the strongest grip on his couch causing him to ruffle the fabric of his couch. He panted as the feeling intensified with time.

"f-fuck~!"

His well-planned scheme was put on hold as he was getting dicked down on his very own couch. His cum dripped from his balls staining his expensive couch.

"mmph~" His cock pulsed his orgasm nearby.

His body felt hot with sweat accuminating. He was hitting the deepest parts he could, thrusting into the feeling that was fucking him. His shirt was ripped off of him as it kept getting hotter and hotter with each orgasm he gave you.

"fuck me~!"

He could feel his tip hitting a spot that made the walls trapping him pulse around him squirm as he continued his attack on them. He was hungry for another orgasm that you took from him.

The last one was more intense than the rest keeping his thighs trembling. With him more sensitive and panting for more. He knows that whatever was screwing with him woukdnt let up until they were done. Without his cum filling you up.

Leviathan

"w-what kind of n-no-oh normie crap is thisss~"

Levi struggles to say as his face is red with embarrassment. His fist slammed into his desk as the sudden inwrapped feeling on his cocks stimulated him.

He couldn't concentrate on his game or continue to play indifferently when he was getting fucked so thoroughly.

"g-gah~!"

What was worse was it happened in front of his very own live stream. He had yet to get off his stream refusing to neglect the newly released game.

Levi's body wiggles as a way to distract himself but instead made it worse for himself as he accidentally jutted his hips towards the lustful fucking.

"normie trap.f-fuck~!" Levi's forehead hit his desk as he finally couldn't keep it in any longer.

His tight grip destroyed his mouse leaving nothing but shards of plastic with his grasp.

Barbatos

Water trickled down Barbatos leg to his thigh as he raised his leg from the edge of the tub. The warm water undoing some of the knots that had been forming on his back. Little droplet of water formed at barbatos neck before cascading down to his chest into the water at his waist.

He sighed as he took a sip from the costly wine and enjoyed the bath salts he had recently acquired from a merchant. While he was grateful he had a day off and deemed it a good day to just do some well-earned pampering he was bored out of his mind. There was nothing to do.

No one to do.

His mind took him to you

"aah~!"

The glass of wine he had been holding had been crushed from his grip.

Something had wrapped itself around his cock completely engulfing his cock. It was warm and inviting. Whatever decided to land itself onto his cock seemed to clench and spasm around his length.

"ooh~"

Before barbatos could even think of dispelling whatever was happening to him, it had started to move. He bit his lip as the walls around him clenched him in and grinded into his cock. The pace was a bit slow but deep and barbatos couldn't help but enjoy whoever was dumb enough to fuck him.

His grip on the bathtub's edge tighten as the pace began to quicken. His cock was being used like a cheap sex toy, his pleasure was only second to whoever was fucking him. His back arched as his cock was overwhelmed by the sudden spasming of the walls trapping him.

"-ark~! m-more!~" barbatos moaned weakly as his head leaned on the tub. His fingers early working on his nipples wanting to cum and unstress himself already.

Barbatos whimpered as you worked through his orgasm. What a greedy thing you were.

Solomon

You wanted to mess with Solomon just as he messes with you. So you had enchanted a lollipop as well as a sex toy. You could already see that the toy you had shoved into your hole was affecting Solomon's performance.

To the normal eye, you couldn't see anything but to your Solomon-trained eye, you saw that he was getting fidgety. He was hyper-focused on the feeling of his cock. You smirk as you decide to teasingly clench around the toy.

Solomon bit his lip, his fist clenched as he tried to go on with his lesson before you put your plan into action. You unwrap your special lollipop with a smile as you watch Solomon struggle.

You lightly breathe on the lollipop causing shivers down Solomon's spine. Solomon lets out a whimper as you roll the lollipop in your mouth.

"Y-you don't play fair," Solomon grunts as he slides down almost giving into you.

"Whatever do you mean my wise Solomon?" You say as you straddle him on the floor he sat down on. You scrap the lollipop with your teeth. Your smirk was hard to miss clearly you were enjoying this.

"Nngh fuuck~"

" Do you like it, my dear Solomon? How do you feel? hm?~"

"F-feels- fuck! Intense."

"I'm going to make you my bitch Solomon. It's what I deserve."

Simeon

Simeon was taking a stroll with Raphael in the garden in the celestial realm finally coming from the exchange program. He was chatting with Raphael about his and luke's experiences with Devildom before he felt just a whisper of something in his pants.

what was that?

His eyes widen as he felt a firm grip on his non-hard cock. Simeon's legs instinctually closed but it didn't stop the grip on his cock. His cheeks felt warm as the hand on his cock felt him up.

He quickly dismissed himself to the closest secluded room near him. Whatever was in his pants was just solely focused on his cock and seemed genuinely happy in fisting his cock with their hand.

Simeon sat on the toilet as the feeling faded.

Maybe he imagined it? Maybe all he needed was to air himself out?

Simeon unbuckled his pants and pulled them off mid-thigh. The air made his cock feel a little sensitive to the cold temperature.

"A-ah~!!!" In the freedom of the restroom, Simeon finally let out the moans trapped in his throat while you took his cock within your mouth shoving him the deepest you could before going back to slurping his tip.

The slimy tongue had encircled the tip of his cock making him feel the entire length of it . Simeon panted as he was tormented by whatever clung to him in devildom.

"p-please mercy~! I c-can't take it." Simeon begged the tight coil in his stomach tighten and he didn't know what it meant. He didn't know what or who he was begging to but his beg was answered.

"g-god~! So-oh~ good!"

His cock pulsed as his cum splattered around him and onto his clothes. His thighs trembled from the intensity of his first orgasm.

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#sub obey me #obey me smut #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me simeon #sub mammon #sub leviathan #sub barbatos #sub simeon #sub solomon

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hopeforkitten · 3 months

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thanks to my head, which thought what if the devils were molting. (if we consider the skin of the cambions, then they have scales)

• you lived in the house of hope for a long time and seemed to know all its features. although, you probably should never say that you know everything about devils.

you returned from the balcony in the archive and did not expect to see an incubus here. Haarlep was sitting with his legs over the armrest and reading a book with an extremely bored look, flipping through the pages with one claw. how could this personification of feline nature leave the cozy bed of the boudoir? And why?

"Oh, Haarlep, why are you here?"

"Hello little mouse! Well, I'm obviously not here of my own free will." he was very inspired by your voice. "Perhaps you will find the answer to this question in my former place of residence." his eyes took on their usual cunning gleam, causing you to distrust.

"And what am I going to find there?..."

"Oh, you haven't seen him in his period yet" he let go of the book and made a gesture of quotation marks "Go, go, I'm impatient to find out how everything will go" he waved his hand towards the doors and you headed the same way.

Along the way, you wondered what could be the reason for Raphael's unexpected mood. Anyway, you haven't done anything wrong, so why should you be afraid of his anger, right?

The boudoir barrier let you through, and from afar you saw Raphael sitting with his back to you and fidgeting erratically. His housecoat was held on his hips by a belt, and his upper body was naked. He diligently moved his wings, even tried to scratch their hard edge against the horns, as well as scratch his shoulders with his hands and tried unsuccessfully to reach the base of the wings.

"maybe I can help?"

You said hesitantly. Raphael didn't even notice how you walked from the entrance to the edge of the bed. He looked at you briefly with displeasure.

"and this is you. go ahead and try it."

He turned back and waited for your actions. you swallowed and hesitantly stroked the base of your wings.

"No mouse, use your claws," Raphael barked back at you.

you started scratching the shoulder blade of the wings with your short nails and it did real magic to him. He let out a sigh of relief and tilted his head back a little. such a reaction was more than enough to make you do it for hours.

• This was just the beginning of Raphael's molt. the symptoms are a bad mood and scabies. while the various stages of his molting were going on, he always lingered on the first one - denial. He hated this time. Raphael was too sensitive and imperfect during this period. Everything should always be perfect in it, both appearance and endurance. But this rare period spoils all his plans.

during the molt, he canceled all his business and did not leave the house of hope. without you, he used to wait it out alone in the boudoir, moving around in short forays from there. it is better not to catch his eye at this moment.

However, with you.... he won't say it, but molting with you has become a pleasant vacation. To you, he grumbles nonstop, like a very big moody child. but your presence changed everything... you scratch his back and wings, smear him with moisturizer, (gently stroke his shiny new scales and admire his beauty? yes, please) sit by the pool while he soaks and only his head sticks out of the water.

you will timidly help him with the removal of dead skin, asking if it hurts him. (imagine how much work his wings need)

• You also became the devil's personal pillow during this period. He just won't let you go a step away from him, with the rare exception when you need to leave the boudoir and bring him something. it's better not to linger chatting with Haarlep, it can cost you dearly.

since his diabolical work was suspended, he switched from contracts to fiction and read it in tandem with you.

He was going into cat mode. Today, practically the archdevil wants to spend the day in bed, and you pathetic little man will be my pillow and a scratcher and bring me a book or soothing tea and I'll eat your soul if you disobey, yes.

• Raphael is horrified to realize that he has been scratching the skin surrounding the horns several times a day. this means that after the back and wings, the skin on the face will be renewed... Oh, how he doesn't like it. the mouse does not stare at him, you are on thin ice and now he will obviously spend more time using you as a pillow so that you cannot stare at him

• it will be strange when this ends and the former strict and perfect Raphael returns to you, and he will never bring up this topic. however, before the next molt, he will send you an order to come to the boudoir and it's good that you already know how to help him.

#raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #raphael x reader #moult #It's such a funny thought.#I'll turn Raphael into a cat #but I'll justify it.

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srslymina · 7 months

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You can make a second part of alpha! Twice and Omega!reader?

yesyesyesyes!! not all the girls but sum of them.

Minors DNI!! smut

Ever since that one anniversary night the nine alphas just constantly use you!!

You woke up all drowsy suddenly feeling uncomfortable you try to turn to get into a better position but your legs are locked in place.

"mmmphh-"

You suddenly moan into the pillow. Arms wrap around your thighs to keep them open.

"sorry I woke you, baby. i just couldn't resist this sweet cunt of yours"

A mouth moans into your wet heat, and you find yourself releasing your scent. You lay back as you try to relax into the sudden feeling, but it's short lived before the person pulls away. You whine as you look up, only to find not one alpha, but two.

Both Momo and Sana look down at you with smirks on their faces, Sana wipes away the wetness that coats her lips.

"now that you're awake little one... I think we should have some more fun, don't ya think?"

"I- I just woke u-"

You finish your sentence with a gasp as your suddenly pulled up by Momo, and pushed flush against her. You feel her hard cock press against your lower belly and you whimper.

"none of that omega, let your alphas use you, and your holes"

Sana nibbles at your ear, pressing herself against your back.

"please be gentle- hck! still sensitive"

You wince as Momo pushes herself into you.

"fuck- you feel s'good"

Sana hand pushes you slightly forward as she prepares you to take her too. And as she pushes in, you can't help but to arch your back, your arms quickly wrapping themselves around Momo's neck. Sana almost growls as she grips your hips and pulls you until she's fully inside you.

"there you go baby, be a good girl and take both of us, hmm?"

----

"ahh- tzuyu! I- imma"

Your were now on top of a table. The table that Tzuyu was responsible for wiping down after dinner. But instead of doing that she decided to do you, “sneaking in some desert” she called it.

Your felt the table against your back and the next moment Tzuyu’s face was buried in between your thighs as you tried to comprehend what just happened.

You felt your lower stomach begin to tighten, Tzuyu seemed to have noticed as well.

“If you want to cum, baby, you’re gonna have to beg for it”

You whine, your fingers run through her hair, trying your hardest to not tug.

"please alpha! please please please! make me cum! I wan-"

Her hands grip your waist as she brings you impossibly closer and you finally let go.

----

Tzuyu held you close as you calmed down after your second high. Whispering soft praises into your ear as she holds a glass of water against your lips.

"You two just did it didn't you?" Both of you turn to look at Mina with her hands on her hips. Her head slightly tilted.

"yeah? and what about it?" Tzuyu was confused at what Mina was getting on, and how a soft pink hue began to form on her cheeks while you bashfully hid your face in her neck.

"okay cool. Are you done?"

"what?"

"I asked if you were done"

"Y-yeah we're done"

----

After Mina had suddenly lifted you off of Tzuyu's lap and dragged you to her room, where her monitor was on and she was playing some type of game. She sat down on her chair before motioning you towards her. You were about to sit on her lap, but she stopped you.

"Sit there" And she shyly pointed to a spot underneath her desk where a pillow was set.

Oh...ohh! You finally figured out what she wanted.

You sat underneath her desk, as she rolled herself forward, you reached into her boxers and pulled out her cock.

"Like this?" You ask running your hand over the tip.

"mmm yeah just like that"

You began with tiny licks before slowly taking the cock in her mouth, although you could barley see her face or make out the clicks of the mouse, Mina was letting out satisfied sighs.

"fuck- take it deeper baby. for your alpha"

One of Mina's hands came to rest against your head, pushing you into her dick

"m'fuck fuck just like that, take my dick in that precious mouth of yours. yes, ah- yes"

And she's spilling herself into your mouth as you moan at the taste.

"Shit baby that was hot" Mina just like the other girls, pulls you onto her lap for some aftercare. Holding you closely as she unpauses and continues to play her game.

#twice smut #twice x reader

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midnight-moth · 23 days

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if you get the chance, maybe 48 with rain and dew for the kiss ask game ? <3

CW blood mention, talk of dentist, sore Rain, repentant Dew, idiots in love. From this prompt list.

Rain croaks like a frog, and flinches. Dew shrinks away, darting back like a scared mouse. A bit too fast because he tumbles off his side of the bed and hits his head on the wall.

“Mother fucker.”

“Dew I didn’t mean for you to get revenge on my behalf.”

“No, didn’t hurt that bad.” Still Dew his cradling the back of his head, and if Rain’s eyes can see correctly in the dim light, they’re getting a little misty.

“Come back to bed.” Rain pats the ruffled duvet and Dew worms his way back in and plasters himself to Rain’s side. He’s rewarded by Rain’s frigid hand soothing the sore spot on his scalp.

“Good thing I’m so thick headed.” Dew purrs with content as Rain’s fingers flick back and forth with gentle scratches.

“M’sorry. I forgot.” Dew’s trying to temper the level of his repentance. It was an accident after all.

“It’s okay. It already doesn’t hurt.” That is a lie. It is only day 2 of the root canal he received at the human dentist. Every time he prods at the sensitive tissue he screams in his mind, I didn’t even know teeth had roots! Are there trees in there?

The first thing he remembers saying after coming to from the gas. A shocking amount they advise. Apparently it takes a lot to keep a ghoul down. And they realize maybe the Ministry needs to invest in a dental program.

Aether sat in that examination room the whole time, admittedly queasy from the occasionally sprays of blood soaking into the paper bib. However, someone needed to keep his human-esque guise in place.

The first ghoul that went to the dentist ended up with a pant leg full of tail. It could’ve been much worse.

“Are you sure? I could get you some more medication, some water?”

“Actually, that would be nice. My mouth tastes terrible.”

Dew squawks when his feet touch the icy floor. Thankfully everything he needs is just a few steps away in the washroom.

Dew returns promptly, pressing some blue pills into Rain’s palm.

“What would I do without you?” Rain’s voice sounds playful but he really means it.

“I dunno. Probably trip and fall into a canyon and die.” Dew laughs, crawling over Rain’s legs and back to his still-warm spot under the covers.

“I would die without you.” The jeer is missing from his tone as he stares at Dew with those bottomless blue eyes that make his heart skip a few beats.

Dew is taken aback at times by this very sudden and very intense confessions that cut through much of the artifice he is used to conducting himself with. A candy coating of sarcasm and spite to cover the hurt.

He was used to it.

In this moment he isn’t sure what to say. He panics. Leans in to interrupt the silence with a kiss.

“Owwwww”

“Sorry!! It’s habit!” Habit to use touch instead of words when he can’t find them.

“It’s okay. I know you love me.” Rain mumbles, wondering if his cheek is swollen.

“I really do.” This time Dew kisses the back of his hand instead.

And wonders if he should put a post it note on Rain’s face so he doesn’t forget. Although his cheek looks suspiciously chipmunk like, which should be a good reminder.

Secret shout out to @ghoulodont who is the CEO of ghoul teeth, I thought of you.

#uhhhh this got like real emotional #idk #I tried my best I am rusty #sorry for typos I am eepy #raindrop month 2024 #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #cw dentist #cw dental #cw blood #midnight moth writes

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dantent · 5 months

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𝑴𝒆𝒐𝒘𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 [𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

A/N: This isn't a Raphael x Tav oneshot, it's more of a "Raphael was turned into a cat and Tav takes care of him" oneshot. Goes without saying that this is just a big joke and don't take this seriously. Please.

Blame the discord server for this.

Part 2

Raphael was fuming. He was meant to be the Archdevil Supreme. And yet here he was in the form of a beast, an animal – a cat. Forced, exiled even, to Faerûn. Once a place he schemed at, now his prison. Would he still have any of his humanoid forms, he would’ve already planned his great revenge, alas he was stuck in a ruined house, hiding from something as insignificant as rain. He cursed the entire hells for having such sensitivity to water in his new form.

The Devil never considered how a stray’s life would be, why would he? He was Raphael, a cambion of his rank would never stoop so low to think about the poor animals. If he could he would’ve laughed at that thought. But he wasn’t in any condition to laugh; his brown fur was dirty from being thrown in the mud by the portal that sent him to his doom. Curse Asmodeus, he thought, not even begging will better his fate once I’m crowned. Oh, but would that day even come?

He growled once more. I’m Raphael, he raged, I will not be bested. It seemed he truly believed that, and yet there was a questioning voice in his mind. Raphael shook his now-tiny head, trying to silence it; but he had to admit that his situation was rather unpleasant. He sent another set of curses to his father, Asmodeus but most of all Haarlep. It was them who mocked his “obsession” with cats; earning him this cruel fate. No matter, he had survived far worse and this temporary setback wouldn’t be his downfall. Once he was able to get back, he imagined all the glorious ways he would kill all three of them.

As Raphael watched the rain, thinking of murder, he heard footsteps coming from the street. The Devil, or rather cat, lazily walked towards the entrance, wondering what idiot would run around in a storm. It was his little mouse. Raphael’s eyes widened, hope rising in him. Hope. He scolded himself for thinking of such things now. But Tav didn’t look towards him, in fact they hurried away from the ruined house. In a desperate attempt, Raphael started meowing as loud as he could, hoping Tav would turn back. And they did.

Tav was always a kindhearted person, one he could easily use for his own gains; and today wasn’t any different. The hero of Baldur’s Gate rushed towards him, covering themselves with their cape. Raphael smiled but from the outside it looked like a distorted grimace. His little mouse, how ironic, bent down to pet him. In any other case he would’ve cut their hand off, but he reminded himself that currently Tav was the only person who could help him, again. No matter, he was patient after all. Another hundred years was nothing to him. He could wait.

“Aw, you’re trapped here kitty?” their voice cooed at him. “Come, I can help.”

They took their cape off and tried to make a safe haven for him. Raphael wished he could slash their arms but he wasn’t one to bite the hand that feeds him. Not in this case, at least. He gently settled in Tav’s arms as they did their best to cover him with their cape.

“Are you ready?” they asked before rushing out.

Raphael hissed as a stray raindrop fell on his head. It was a purely instinctual response, one he hated. The Devil spent so much time learning how to hide his reactions in his devil form; now he had to start all over again. Controlling the tail seemed easiest, as it reminded him of his previous one; but these vocal reactions got the best of him. Thankfully Tav seemed to be occupied with something else to notice.

In the meantime Raphael started making his plan. First, his little mouses needed to recognise him. That would prove to be troublesome but if he remembered correctly, and he always did, Raphael could recall them using a potion to speak to animals before. He could only hope that Tav still had a potion. Hope, again. Raphael growled, trying to forget her. The last thing he needed was to be reminded of that stubborn fool.

Before he could even consider where he was, Tav entered a tavern. Raphael didn’t recognize it at first but after looking around, he remembered its name – Elfsong. Not the luxury Raphael was hoping for but he had figured out Tav’s lack of style quite some time ago. His hero rushed upstairs, entering the bedroom. To his surprise, not one soul was present besides his little mouse. Tav set him down before releasing a sigh.

“Oh you poor thing… You’re so filthy.” they shook their head. Raphael growled at them before setting off to find their backpack, and the potion he was looking for.

He didn’t quite care what Tav was doing in the meantime, since he only needed them to understand him. Raphael was already sure that his little mouse would laugh at this horrid fate, which they would pay for, but he had to endure it. For now.

Once he found the bag, he tore the top open with his teeth and claws, and started rummaging around. He hated the messiness of this but he didn’t have another choice as Tav didn’t seem to come after him. Raphael searched around in the hero’s disorganized bag, finding all sorts of things. Scrolls on top of scrolls, food that has been rotting there for at least months, a severed hand. The Devil grimaced just before he set eyes on the potion. He grabbed it with his mouth and began pulling it out before he was snatched away from it.

“No! Bad kitty! Leave my potions alone, they could poison you!” Tav yelled at him with mocked anger. Once Raphael hissed at them, their expression softened. “Now, now, it’s okay. You’re fine but keep it that way, alright?”

Yet they didn’t put him down. Raphael whipped his head around before setting his eyes on a bucket full of water. Coincidentally Tav was walking right in its direction. Oh no. He took the rain and being thrown in the mud but he was not going to be bathed like some animal. Raphael screamed and tossed around in the hero’s arms, scratching every piece of flash he could get his claws on. He despised how weak he was in this form, unable to stop the fool from dumping him into water.

“Stop that!” they shrieked. “Gods you’re so dramatic, I’m just trying to help!”

Tav raised him above them as Raphael stared daggers at the hero. His little mouse shook their head disapprovingly. Clearly they had not figured out who he was yet. And if they have and were just playing with him, Raphael was going to make sure their soul would suffer eternally.

“You remind me so much of Raphael, that bastard.” How dare they. “I think I’m gonna name you after him. Wait, he would probably kill me if he found out. Hm.”

That he will.

“How about Meowphael?” they laughed. “Yeah, that fits.”

Oh, Tav was going to die.

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Psst, you like Raphael? Why not sign this petition to get a Raphael romance (or at least more content with him)?

#this is my addition to the bg3 writing community #discord chat was chaotic as always and this idea was born #bg3 #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #bg3 tav #bg3 one shot #bg3 fanfiction

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kannra21 · 5 months

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Older brother Sukuna AU but he has a motorcycle and he takes you out except it's not your average date. He parks somewhere secluded on open space and tells you to lie down on the motorcycle to watch the stars while he makes love to you.

He also wants you to turn off your phone and you protest, but he says "These little things are very sensitive. You don't want your family to overhear their precious little girl gettin' her back blown out by her boyfriend, right?". You then blush and comply, he's making sense after all.

You're his little girl, his hamster girlfriend who's cheeks are filled with his cum. You always enjoy playing this game of yours- him filling your cheeks and you not allowed to swallow 'til both of you fuck each other's brains out. And don't worry, if you're choking a bit there's always a water bottle waiting for you at the back of his trunk.

Sukuna is keen on giving praise, he always calls you his "good girl" and that "you're taking him so well". When you're done, he allows you to catch your breath while he leaves to take a smoke.

To some, this might look insensitive and detached, but only you knew that he's doing it because of your aversion to cigarettes. He seems lonely just standing there so you come up behind him, take his hand and give him a surprise kiss on the cheek. He kisses your forehead and calls you his "sneaky mouse". You complain about being cold and how you can feel the juices sliding down your legs.

He grins like a proud asshole that he is and you're annoyed bc "What are you smiling at?! This is all your fault?!". You're so cute when worked up, like a squeaky little mouse. He gives you his jacket to shut you up and drives you home before you can catch a cold.

Everyone tells you that he's a bad apple and that Yuji is so much better than him. It's a miracle that they're even brothers, as if they didn't come from the same mother. But you don't care. He's your bad apple, your boyfriend. And others should just shut tf up. Respectfully.

#this is embarrassing but this is also tumblr dot com so if anyone can do it so can i #cheers #sukuna brother au #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x female reader #jjk smut

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bonefall · 1 year

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Herb Guide: Basic Hygiene

A quick aside for @kingmystrie who has a stinky Clanmate

[Image ID: sketch of a cat licking its outstretched leg]

For the most part, a healthy warrior can be expected to keep themselves perfectly clean. Cats have special tongues with ridges on them perfectly evolved to keep their coats shiny and healthy.

When a Clan cat is long-furred, sick or elderly, or displaying signs of mental distress, the Clan will give them special attention to keep them clean. This is not just a job for the medicine cat; allo-grooming is a social behavior, close to the heart of a collectivist cat culture.

Herbs only come into play when hygiene becomes a health problem. The two most common issues are Mats and Fleas.

Mats

Time to clear up a common misconception; a mat is not a knot. A mat is what happens when a knot tangles with a bunch of other knots, wrapping up dead skin, dirt, layers of shed fur, and other gross debris into a solid mass. If a mat has formed, there’s been a breakdown in proper care!

When they do form, they are likely to form where the cat has trouble reaching, like the lower back.

Not only are mats filthy, but they can also pose a health hazard by weakening and pulling painfully on the skin below, allowing infection to take root. Mats must be removed as quickly as possible, before they become too large. Taking care of mats can take several painful, time-consuming days.

Oil made from flax seeds can be use to lubricate and loosen them, if the mat is not too large to be a lost cause. Carefully brush with claws, teeth, or a bone comb, if your Clan is capable of simple carving.

The best treatment is to carefully shave the area. A sharpened mussel shell, or a flint or stone blade will do. Take care to not cut the skin below, which could be thin and sensitive from bearing a mat.

Fleas

Aside from ticks which are treated with the infamous canonical mouse bile, fleas are another concern to Clan cats. While they’re only annoying to adult cats, they can sicken elders and kill kittens if they become a camp-wide infestation.

Prevention

Fleas can’t be completely eliminated, but Clans go to great lengths to keep them at bay. Cedar chips are used as den flooring, especially in the nursery, producing a fresh pine smell that insects can’t stand.

Mint can be planted around the camp and rubbed into fur to repel fleas and prevent them from leaping onto a patrolling warrior; but this is kept away from the nursery as mint is extremely poisonous and babies have a bad habit of putting things in their mouths.

Treatment

“barkface what do if flea outbreak bad TIME SENSITIVE“ -Kestrelpaw, desperately texting StarClan

For a VERY bad flea infestation, an herbal bath is an easy but detested solution. A large clay bowl (or, in SkyClan, a stolen birdbath) is filled with water for soaking, vinegar for killing, and a blend of mint and lavender for repellent. From there, the unfortunate warrior is plunged in, usually yowling and crying, and forced to soak for an hour.

Repeat for every. Single. Infested warrior. Even if they are WAILING LIKE BABIES.

They must be prevented from licking clean after this bath. Licking the bathwater off will poison the Warrior from the mint. Since it’s only a repellent, the mint could be optional, but WILL be included if the camp is actively infested... in spite of the soaked warrior’s grumblings.

The number one flea-killer, bar none, the GOLDEN KING of bug eradication, is none other than SALT. In addition to being a seasoning, having as much salt as possible in the medicine cat den is invaluable for controlling flea breakouts. Salt will be added to the herbal bath when it’s available.

In the Forest Territories, there was no salt. In the Lake Territories, collecting salt takes a long journey to the beach, and a patrol capable of carrying it home. As far as the Clans are concerned, salt works miracles so these trips are scheduled visits.

#fleas #ticks #parasites #Herb Guide #Clan Culture #Hygiene #Warrior Cats #Salt #Lavender #Mint #CW illness #mats #matting #Clan Herbs

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deathbecomesthem · 4 months

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Author's Note: This is a second person POV story based on a very real experience in my own life. At 19, in 2001, I got pregnant and had an abortion. I have zero regrets about that decision. This is the first time I've sat down and written about this experience from start to finish. Originally, I thought I would turn this into a fanfic, but it didn't feel right.

TW: Unwanted pregnancy, vomiting, abortion, fear, pain, uncertainty, and loneliness. Am I forgetting something? I hope not. This is not an easy read, but please read it. We need more real stories about abortion in the world.

*Do not send me hugs. Do not tell me you're sorry. | ~5K words

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“You ok, Chicken?” Your mom’s voice echoes in the narrow bathroom, barely muffled by the hollow laminate door. “I can get you some water or Pepto.”

“I’m ok. I’ll be out in a minute.” Bile slicks up your tongue while you squeeze the words out of your mouth. You swallow it back. And then again. You’re suddenly very grateful to be in your mother’s bathroom where it still smells of bleach from frequent cleaning rather than the mouse infested apartment you’ve been staying in for the last year. Just a short stopover in your childhood home that happens to coincide with this personal hell you’re living in.

The vomiting is not what clued you in. It’s not the reason you made that trip to the pharmacy, despite never keeping track of your cycle like a “normal” woman. You just knew. Your body began to feel alien at some point, you felt held captive by something. Everything smelled. The water pouring from the tap in your kitchen, acorns scattered on the back patio, his skin sweat slicked and heated. You could smell everything so much more, as if that small cluster holding court in your gut was reaching through your senses already.

Yesterday morning while you hurled up the coffee flavored stomach acid into your mother’s toilet, a daily habit you’d happily break if you could, you heard her in her bedroom talking on the phone. Your aunt Deanna called, and your mother’s whispered gossip could easily be heard by your overly sensitive ears. “Poor little thing, she’s been so sick lately. I think she might need to see a doctor…. What? No. No, absolutely not that.”

Sorry, mom, but it can be that. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the thing that your aunt had suggested over the phone line. The woman living 500 miles away could see the thing so plainly, and yet you and your mother refused to acknowledge it. But that was the thing that pushed you to the pharmacy. The idea that it would be found out, and very soon, if you didn’t get a handle on it.

Two pink lines. Dark pink. Unmistakably two of them. You shoved the plastic test back into its wrapper. You opened the drawer of your dresser and shoved the test behind the dust rose colored Bible. You threw a bra on top of it. You looked down into the drawer and examined it closely. Nothing intriguing that might make someone, your mother, look twice and fiddle around. You’ll take the evil thing to work with you tomorrow and throw it into the giant metal dumpster where only the neighborhood racoons might stumble upon it.

As if it matters. That thing only tells you the truth of the situation, and throwing it away won’t change it. You rest your hand on your stomach and close your eyes. You try to make yourself feel something. You try to conjure images of bottles and stretchmarks. You think about him and wonder. None of it reaches you in any meaningful way, and your mind is suddenly resolute. You’re going to get an abortion as soon as possible, even if it means you max out the only credit card you have to your name.

Brrrrnnngg

You jump at the sound of the phone on your bedside table ringing. The digital clock reads 1:24, and you already know who will be on the end of the line before you pick it up. You’ve been putting him off for over a week. You plan to continue to put him off until the thing is done. You want him away from it, you don’t want him to see any of it. It’s not for him.

“Hello.”

“Hello. How are we feeling today?” His voice has an immediate effect on you. It does every time. It’s too perfect to be contained in a memory, so when you hear it, it’s always a shock to your system. It zings through you.

“Oh, feeling like a dried husk. Not great. I’m sorry. Maybe next weekend I’ll be up for something.”

“Mmm. You said that last weekend. I already told you, I don’t mind just hanging out at your place. We can watch movies, and I can pretend to not notice when you go puke your guts out or whatever.” His words come out in a whine. It’s a technique that often works with you, and he knows it.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment next week, I expect to feel better by the weekend.” These things are both true and a lie. Not quite all of either. And you know that an appointment on Thursday morning will mean that by Friday evening you’ll likely feel like shit - but it will be over. And that’s the only thing that matters.

He lets out a dramatic sigh, but it’s not meant as anything more than a silly thing. He misses you, and that’s sweet. He’s sweet. You want to keep him that way.

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“You know, women my age fought for your right to do that. I support you completely,” your boss looks up at you from the chair in her tiny office carved into the center of the coffee house between the dining room and the kitchen. “Just this one time, though. Don't let this happen again.” Her hand finds yours and she squeezes it.

“I won’t, Nancy. Thank you. I should be able to work by Monday.” You back away, letting her hand drop. “I don’t want anyone to know.”

She waves her hand and assures you, “I know. I will never say anything about it again. Like it never happened.”

Like it never happened. You think about that while you make your way to the front of the coffee house, slipping on the wet tile as you pass the espresso machine. You see them sitting at a table in the center of the dining room and make your way towards them. You’re wishing for more privacy, and hope that, for once, the people in this place will focus on the conversations happening at their own tables. Keep their minds on the books held up to their noses. You sit in the uncomfortable vinyl covered chair and smile weakly at the two women in front of you. Barely friends, but the only ones you know will help you.

“Tomorrow morning. It’s supposed to be at 11, but they want me there at 9. We should leave by 8.” You’re just rattling off information while Bri, the person that’s taking you to your appointment the following morning nods along while her pen glides across the small notebook in front of her. “It should really only be a couple of days before I’m pretty much back to normal.”

“I need you to understand that this is a serious medical procedure,” these are the first words that Tesa has spoken since you sat down. She’s older than most of the people in this circle of friends, and a med student. “You’re going to need some care.”

You look down at the wooden table and nod slowly, considering. You’re going to need some care. That’s true, you’re sure, but also not something you can worry about.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve got the weekend off. I’ll do everything they tell me I need to do, don’t worry.” You keep doing this. You keep finding yourself reassuring people around you while barely holding yourself upright. You want to shrivel up. You want someone to cradle you and brush your hair. Instead, you reassure - yes, I know what I’m doing. Yes, I’ll be careful. Yes, I’ll take care of myself. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry.

“I really think you should tell him what’s happening. He should be the one to take you tomorrow, and take care of you. You don’t want this to be a secret you have to keep from him.” Tesa continues in a worried tone. You open your mouth to respond, to explain again that you’re not going to do that, when Bri breaks in.

With a hand on your knee and a small scowl on her face aimed at her girlfriend sitting beside you, she says, “I support your decision completely. You don’t have to tell him anything if you don’t want to. It’s your choice, and I’ll take care of you.”

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Bri picks you up in her small, black Ford Escort promptly at 8 in the morning. You nod at each other and say nothing. It’s quiet, and the highways are empty. Bri doesn’t turn the radio on, she just allows the quiet to stretch and expand. You let it swallow you up. You let your ears focus on the sound of the car bumping along the ridges in the road. You let your ears focus on the hum of the engine. It’s already getting hot on this early September morning, but neither you nor your driver reach for the window cranks.

You’re halfway to your destination when you first wonder how Bri knows the way. It’s not a common destination, a clinic in one of the larger outskirt cities that circle the big one on the lake. She must have studied a map, you assume. It should feel strange to be in this situation with her, someone you’ve only known from behind a counter or at your sister’s monthly board game night, but it doesn’t. She is a force of steady calm, and your heart aches with it.

After exiting the highway, it’s only 3 short turns until the car is facing the very ordinary looking office building. No signs out front to announce the purpose of the place, just a building next to dozens of other buildings that look nearly identical. Except for the man standing alone with a cardboard sign hanging out of his hand. He has a lazy stance, and you close your eyes. You hope against hope that he doesn’t clock the fact that a car is pulling into the parking lot beside him. You’re going to have to walk back across his spot on the sidewalk to get to the front door of the building.

Bri pulls her car into a spot as far from the sidewalk as possible and turns to say, “I want you to walk on the inside, ok? It’s going to be fine.” Her voice never wavers, and you believe her. It will be fine. You barely even hear his voice when he finally realizes he’s missing his opportunity. Baby killer and whore are weakly lobbed in your direction, ineffectual to a mind already numb from the thing set out in front of it.

You walk, side by side, up two flights of stairs and find the door you’re meant to go through. It’s shocking to see the waiting room already half full. This is the only clinic in the greater metro area in a state that’s less than friendly to the needs of women. You sign in while Bri takes a seat opposite a very pregnant woman with, you’re assuming, her husband. You don’t let yourself think about what that means. And then you wait, both you and your chaperone with paperbacks to pretend to read.

“I told him,” you can’t help but listen to the woman sitting in the corner seats. She’s older than you by at least 5 years, and sitting cross-legged in the plastic chair, “I ain’t payin’ this time. I can’t afford it. He can either pay for me to come down here, or he can pay for another baby.” Her friend is nodding in agreement.

The thought of having to make multiple trips to this place makes your stomach lurch. You look up to see the very pregnant woman looking at the one speaking in the corner. There’s no expression on her face, she’s just looking for something to focus on outside of the hand she has rested on her swollen belly.

The very pregnant woman is the first to get called back. You hold your book up to hide your face, despite the fact that no one’s looking at it. The minutes pass like hours, and the hours like days. Time becomes meaningless, and the woman in the corner never deviates from the conversation that she keeps with her friend. Time becomes meaningless, so when your name is finally called 5 hours later, you’ve nearly forgotten why you’re sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair in this too cold waiting room. Bri offers you a smile and a nod, and returns to her paperback while you’re led back through a door.

The first stop is the counter just inside the waiting room door. A young woman with a pixie cut has you read papers and sign them. Injury, sterilization, death… just things that may or may not happen at the end of your day. You sign without a second thought. You get out your credit card, and don’t think about the $500 you don’t have to pay for this today. You just swipe it, and sign again.

The lady that escorted you from the waiting room leads you down to the end of the hallway. “First things first, we get a picture, ok?” You say ok without understanding what you’re agreeing to. You’ll agree to anything to get to the end of this thing.

You sit in a chair that closely resembles the one you sit in at your dentist’s office. A small woman comes through an open door next to the chair, she has a radiant smile on her face. “Hello, how are you?” Her heavy accented voice is sweet and calm. Everyone here is calm. “Sit tight for a minute, ok? This won’t take long.”

She moves your shirt up in a quick move, tucking it under your bra, and pushes down your sweatpants a little. “A little cold,” she says as she squirts a bit of gel on your low abdomen. It’s something you should have noticed, the fact that there’s a machine against the wall next to the big chair. You’re too focused on existing moment to moment, you can’t be worried about things that other people will worry about for you.

The woman runs a wand attached to a cord that leads back to the machine at your back. “Oh, look at that. Almost nothing there at all,” the woman pulls the machine up so you can see the monitor. A black and white image is in front of you, “we have to do an ultrasound, that’s the law. But you’re maybe not even 6 weeks. Nothing there, not really.” She’s right, you can’t even see the thing that she’s talking about, and she doesn’t bother to point it out. She just puts the wand away and wipes your belly.

The other woman, the one that led you back to this place, is suddenly at your side again and ready to take you through another door. This one is an office. No one tells you where you’re going, and that’s fine. It doesn’t matter. Each place is another step closer to the end of this thing.

“Take a seat, this will only be a few minutes.” A new woman sits behind a desk and points to a chair in front of her. You sit obediently. “So, why are you getting an abortion today?”

Your face must have given something away, some sort of concern or frustration because she’s quick to add, “a counseling session is legally required before you can get an abortion in this state. I promise, I’m not here to judge you in any way.”

You nod your head in understanding and decide that this is someone you can tell the whole truth to. She doesn’t care, and this is the work she does. So you tell her, “I don’t want a baby. I can’t afford it, and I don’t want it.”

“You know the risks involved in the procedure? You read the waivers?” The woman asks while looking down at a piece of paper in front of her. It’s some kind of checklist that needs to be completed before you can move to the next room.

“Yes. I know the risks, and I understand them.”

“Does the father know you’re here?” The woman asks, and it’s the first time someone’s managed to break through the wall you built up around yourself since you entered this building.

“No. I’m not telling him.”

“Well, we really recommend you tell the father. It’s not something you should go through alone unless there’s a really good reason.” She looks up at you, sees your face, and looks back down to her paper. She makes a couple of notes and says, “as you know, abortion access is at risk, now more than ever. We ask that you consider volunteering your time in some way to help the cause if you can.” She stands and hands you a brochure before heading to the door to let the first woman, your guide, back into the room. “Good luck, you’ll be fine.”

Your guide leads you back down the hallway, past the door to the waiting room, past the chair with the ultrasound, and into a room with lockers. “You can put on a gown. Everything comes off, but you can keep on your socks” she points to a stack of hospital gowns on a shelf on the far wall, “and leave your things in locker 12. Once you've changed, head through that door, “she points to a door opposite the one you’re standing in, “and the nurse and doctor will be in for your procedure shortly.”

She leaves and you head over to the stack of gowns. Small, medium, and large. You grab the size you think is right, and realize you’re still holding onto the pamphlet that the last lady, the hippy, handed you. You look at it for a second and wonder what to do with it before remembering locker 12. It’s fast after that. You walk over to your locker and set the paper down before stripping off your clothing and donning an all-too-familiar paper gown. Your feet are immediately cold when they hit the tile floor with only a thin piece of fabric protecting the bottom of your feet. You move quickly through the door to the dark room and instinctively move to take your spot on the exam table.

You don’t notice the instruments. You don’t notice the machine. You just sit and wait. Those are things that you don’t need to worry about, and you’re thankful for that. A woman comes in, a new woman, with a surgical mask over her face and pale pink scrubs. She says something and you nod. You don’t know what she says, and it doesn’t really matter. She encourages you to lay back on the table and begins to move things around on the table at your side.

And then he comes through the door. A tall man in green scrubs, a surgical mask over his face. He introduces himself, but you won’t remember the name he gives you. He’s just the doctor, and that’s fine. You’re surprised to find how quickly things go when he enters the room, but his time is probably at a premium in a place like this.

The doctor is positioned at your feet when he says, “this will pinch a bit. Only a little, and it will be quick, ok?”

What does he know about it? Nothing, you realize, as he works inside of you. It’s loud, the machine at your side, and it doesn’t pinch. It hurts. It’s painful, and you’re no stranger to pain. Pain has taken up residence in your body many times over the years, but this is a new one. This is a cousin to the pain that you’ve come to know, something stranger than you’re used to. A deep ache inside of you in a place that you don’t know well at all.

“It hurts,” you say. You don’t mean to say it, but you do anyway. It’s as if you need him to know that he’s wrong, and that it does hurt. It’s not a pinch, it’s a pull. The nurse finds your hand, and holds it tightly.

“Oh, nah. It doesn’t hurt. You’re fine.” The man in the scrubs says back to you, oblivious to the tears that are rolling down your cheeks. He’s too busy probing and scraping and sucking with that thing in his hand. “It’s almost over.”

You don’t bother telling him again that it hurts. You close your eyes and sob. You let tears roll down your face, and wail. You release the pain, the fear, the uncertainty, along with that cluster of cells that would have - if left alone - changed your life completely. You will leave these things in this room, and find that you don’t miss them.

10 minutes. That’s how long you sit on the exam table with a doctor between your legs. 10 minutes and you’re led to yet one more room. Three other women sit in big recliners, packs of ice sitting in their laps. You’re handed your own when you gingerly rest yourself on your own chair.

A young woman hands you a paper cup full of water and 2 pills. “For your pain,” she says, “You can take 2 more Advil in 6 hours. You should do that for the next couple of days to stay ahead of it.”

The time in the recovery room moves faster than the time in the waiting room. You don’t think about Bri sitting alone with her paperback in her hand. You’ll never really know how long you sat there before they finally let you get up and move back to the changing room. You’d forgotten about the pamphlet hiding under your bra, but you take it. You don’t even consider putting it in the wastebasket on your way out, or simply leaving it in the locker for the next woman to find.

Leaving the clinic is quick compared to entering. No hurdles. No credit card machines, ultrasounds, or counselors. Just stairs and a door. The pain is worse than you thought it would be, and you think about the way that Tesa had looked at you in the coffee shop yesterday. She tried to prepare you for a thing that can’t be prepared for. You don’t notice the small group of people that have joined the lone man with the cardboard sign, too tired and sore to hear their poisonous words.

Back in the car, you speak the first words to Bri that you’ve spoken today. “Can we stop at a gas station? I’m out of smokes.”

“Sure, Honey. You wait in the car and rest.”

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“Hey, how are you feeling?” He’s asking the question before he’s even fully entered your room and closed the door.

You’re laying in your bed, waves of pain traveling through your gut and pelvis. He was so easy to convince, you didn’t even have to lie well. Seeing a smile sit sweetly on his face fills your eyes with tears.

“I’m ok. Just hurts.” You tell him. He climbs into the bed with you, and wraps you up in his arms. It’s a mistake, letting him come over so soon afterwards. Hormones compound the pain and trauma. He reminds you that your loneliness is a self imposed thing. He reminds you that you didn’t even let him try to do the right thing.

So, while he has you wrapped tight in his arms you tell him. You feel his arms go slack while he takes in your words. He says nothing. He listens with loose arms that hold you lightly. He doesn’t say a thing for the rest of his time with you. You stay in his arms, and the silence ricochets off the walls of your childhood bedroom.

#writerblr #second person pov #short story #nonfiction #abortion #bodily autonomy #thanatos writes

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whatitshouldvebeen · 7 months

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How do you think it would go if Johnny had like a longtime or at least stable girlfriend who somehow finds out the truth about him ?? Like maybe it would lead to him finally being able to show his true colors around her🫣

Plaything

Johnny Slaughter x Reader

Contains; angst, humiliation, and death

"J-Johnny?" Your voice cracked as you stared, transfixed on your boyfriend's Bowie knife you'd found in the couch cushions, covered in blood.

"What is it?" Johnny said as he came into the living room with a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh from the shower. He ran a hand through his damp hair that froze in place when he saw your face.

"Your knife. There's... It's..."

Johnny approached your side, and picked the knife up. Blood smeared over the couch.

"Who's blood is that?" You asked, trembling, still staring at the red stain.

Johnny was silent for a long moment.

"Dunno her name."

Your heart sunk.

"Why is her blood on your knife?" You ask, finally turning to meet Johnny's gaze. His eyes were the same; always calculating. Maybe even a little amused. There was no shame.

"Darlin', do you really want to know? Aren't you happy like this, believin' everything's normal?"

You blinked slowly. Sure, there were hints. Nights he came home late. Refusing to hug you before he took a shower. The way he'd fuck you like a rabid animal after those long nights; thrusting, biting, growling.

Did you really want to know?

You looked over your boyfriend's frame, shining under the light as rivulets of water drip down his muscular torso. Scars littered his body, you never really asked why. Maybe because you knew you weren't ready for an answer.

You swallowed hard.

"Yeah, tell me."

Johnny's eyes glinted. He was still holding the knife, and for a second you felt cold fear pool in your stomach.

But then he sat, laid the knife on the arm of the couch, and pulled you into his lap.

Surprisingly, the action soothed your racing heart.

"I got a compulsion, darlin'. I thought at first it was because I needed to provide for my family." His fingers trail up your thigh, and he met your hesitant eyes with his.

"Turns out, I need to kill. If I don't, I start to lose my head." He nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "I'm scared that if I give it up, I'm gonna do something I regret."

You can't help running your hand through his damp locks. What the fuck do you do in this situation? Here he was, almost child-like in seeking your comfort, because he was constantly resisting the urge to... Kill you? And why would someone as smart as Johnny hide his knife in such an obvious spot?

"Did... Did you want me to catch you?" You asked anxiously.

Johnny laughed, running his hand down your back. "You know, you're awfully stupid for askin' about the knife. You coulda just put it back and pretended you never saw it. You've always been a scared little mouse. Maybe that's why I like playin' with you so much."

"You need help, Johnny," you whispered. His whole body tensed in response.

"Don't you see? You are my help. I need you, baby, to keep me grounded. Can I trust you?" He pulled back, looking deeply into your eyes.

You hesitated. Ran your hand over his high cheekbone and cupped his angular jaw before nodding once.

"Yeah, Johnny. You can trust me," you responded in a low tone.

His eyes swam with what appeared to be tears before hardening, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

Faster than you could blink, he grabbed his knife and brought it to your throat, the cold and bloodied steel digging into your sensitive flesh. Your vision swam, showing you two images of Johnny's gleeful expression. All the blood drained from your face, and you whimpered, feeling warmth spread across the crotch of your pants.

"I don't believe you."

#johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre game #johnny sawyer #tcm game #tcm #tw death #angst #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny sawyer x reader

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bonesandthebees · 6 months

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time would never let her stay

I usually don't crosspost my fics to tumblr but I felt like it today. based off day 3 of purgatory, accidentally fits with today's prompt for @mcyt-yuri-week hurt/comfort except I forgot yuri week was happening until I'd already started the fic it was a total coincidence

anyway have some very soft lesbians :)

wc: 2884

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Tina’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

It was one of the most annoying side effects of respawn she had become all too familiar with over the past few days. Pain echoing through wounds that weren’t there anymore, aches flashing through her muscles every time she moved too quickly, a constant tremor in her fingers that she couldn’t seem to get rid of no matter how much she warmed her hands by the fire—the respawns here were different than they were back on Quesadilla Island. That much was clear.

She had to ignore it. That’s what she kept telling herself as she knelt down in front of her crops, curling her fingers in and out of fists to try and steady them before reaching to pull more delicate tea leaves from the soil. The dark leaves were soft, damp earth crumbling around her fingers as she dug her hands in to separate them from the stem.

If there was one thing Tina could do for her team, it was this. She might not be the best at fighting, but she knew how to grow things. She relished in it. Even when the sky was the color of blood and she could still feel the phantom sting of a sword sliding between her ribs, all of that got pushed to the back of her mind when she watched those leaves unfurl from the earth. Satisfaction would curl around her heart when amber would seep out of the leaves in their cups of water, before she’d pass it off to one of her teammates to drink.

Still, Tina couldn’t help but think of how different things were now to only a few days before. To kneeling in front of the crops by her house, hands steady as she plucked the tea leaves and wrapped them in loose cloth. She remembered the way she’d tie the twine into a bow before dropping the tea bag into the cleanest bottle she could find, the water turning amber before she placed the bottle in the bottom of a chest meant for Bagi.

Tina didn’t have the resources to make proper tea bags here. It wasn’t that bad at least. Not the most pleasant taste, but she liked to think the tea leaves themselves had extra nutrients. Maximize strength and all that. Keep their team going for as long as possible.

And when her chest ached after drinking another cup of tea, Tina told herself it was just because of the leaves. It had nothing to do with memories of sweet notes placed on top of tea bottles nestled in chests flashing through her mind. It had nothing to do with her thinking of how much better the tea tasted when she was sharing it with Bagi during their picnic date. It had nothing to do with Bagi at all. Definitely not.

Her hands still shook as she placed the tea leaves into the cloth pouch on her hip. Biting back a sigh, she tied more string around the pouch to close it before pushing to her feet.

Although she enjoyed farming, her legs were getting cramped. She needed a breather.

Cool night air blew over the hills, ruffling Tina’s hair and sending a chill down her spine. Night had fallen several hours before, and the stars painted above her head were a welcome reprieve from all the red.

She pushed her hair out of her face, her fingers brushing against the tiny horns on the top of her head. Sharp pain flashed through her skull, making her wince as she yanked her hand away. Her horns were so sensitive these days, and even though she knew why it was still a harsh reminder. Not a day went by that she didn’t file them down to make sure they didn’t poke out of her hair. As much as it hurt, it was a necessary evil. Mouse might’ve been able to wear her demon horns openly, but Tina wasn’t ready for that. Especially not now. Especially not when tensions were higher than they’d ever been between the groups.

Nothing felt certain these days. Tina couldn’t even trust the ground beneath her feet because this island had fucking earthquakes. But more than anything, she hated not being able to trust anyone but her own team. She hated the constant paranoia. She hated that she always had to listen for footsteps behind her. She hated that even taking a deep breath felt like a risk.

The sand and gravel beneath her feet became dotted with grass as she wandered further away from the blue team’s territory. She kept a hand on her sword, her eyes darting between the shadows to look for any sign of movement. The pouch of tea leaves on her hip swung with every step she took. Maybe she should’ve left it back at the farm.

A twig snapped behind her. Tina’s heart leapt into her throat as she froze.

“Hello?” She called out, unsheathing her sword with her still shaking hands. “Is someone there?”

Her eyes continued to dart over the shadows. She listened as closely as she could for the sound of a zombie’s groans, or a skeleton's bones rattling.

Another twig snapped. Then, another. Footsteps echoed between the trees. When Tina looked down at her map, she couldn’t see anyone nearby. Whoever it was, they’d turned off their map marker.

“Oh no,” she whispered, pressing her back to a tree as her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. “No no no no-”

The footsteps got louder. And louder. And louder.

Then,

“Tina?”

Oh.

“Bagi?” Tina called out, slowly lowering her sword. “Where are you?”

The shadows moved. Suddenly, Bagi stepped out from between the trees, and Tina wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or nauseous at the sight of her.

Although Tina knew they were all rather worse for wear at this point, Bagi had always been the type of person to look shockingly put together for whatever she was going through. Just found out her long lost twin brother was right in front of her and didn’t remember who she was? Her white and brown hair would be perfectly tousled. In the middle of threatening Cucurucho with a frying pan? Her sweater vest and trousers looked as though they’d just been pressed.

Maybe she was biased, but Tina was convinced Bagi couldn’t look bad even if she tried.

Even now, while it was a shock to see the tangles in Bagi’s hair and uneven green thread stitched up the side of her coat, she was still Bagi. Perfect, strong, lovely Bagi.

Except Bagi was holding a sword, just like Tina was.

Except neither one of them had made any moves to put their swords away.

Except Tina was far away from her base, and hadn’t told any of her team members that she’d even left.

A beat ticked by, and it felt like an eon trapped in a second. Then, another one passed. And another.

“Hey,” Bagi finally breathed.

“Hi,” Tina replied, eyes darting between Bagi’s face and the sword still in her hand.

The two of them fell silent again. Bagi’s own eyes fell on Tina’s sword.

“Are-” Bagi cut herself off, blinking fast. “If you don’t want to talk, tell me now.”

Despite the fact that Tina’s heart was still racing like a jackrabbit, something in Bagi’s voice made her pause. There were cracks in her words that Tina had never heard before. She looked away from Bagi’s sword to meet her eyes again, and realized that her lovely Bagi was afraid.

Bagi was afraid of her.

At that moment, Tina stopped thinking about the danger she was putting herself in. Bagi was scared, and Tina never wanted to see that. Not now, and not ever.

“I- I won’t hurt you,” Tina stammered out, letting her sword clatter to the ground.

Bagi’s eyes widened, adjusting her grip on her own sword. Tina’s breath caught in her throat.

And then, Bagi’s sword joined Tina’s in the dust.

“I won’t hurt you either,” Bagi said.

Oh thank god.

Slumping back against the tree she’d been pressed against, Tina let out the breath she’d been holding. Relief flashed over Bagi’s face as well, and after a beat, Tina waved Bagi closer.

Leaving their swords on the ground, Bagi joined Tina leaning against the tree trunk. The two slid to the ground, their shoulders pressed together. For a minute, neither one of them said anything. Instead, they breathed in sync.

In, and out.

Tina’s heartbeat began to slow.

“I’m sorry,” Bagi said after another minute. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but-”

“No, it’s okay. I get it,” Tina reassured her. “This is all, uh, really crazy.”

Clenching her jaw, Bagi nodded. She blinked a few times like she wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how to.

Luckily for her, Tina was good at being patient.

“Cellbit didn’t try to talk to me,” Bagi finally said, her voice soft as she stared out at the trees. “I wanted to talk. I was trying to. But he just went for it.” She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath, before opening them again. “It’s fine. I get it. We’re in a really fucked up situation and it’s bringing back memories for him. It just… took me off guard.”

The ache was back in Tina’s chest, but it had changed now. A different pain than before. Lesser, but harder to ignore.

Shifting closer, Tina reached for the limp hand Bagi had resting on her leg. She brushed her fingers against Bagi’s, waiting to see if she would pull away. When she didn’t, Tina laced their fingers together, and realized they hadn’t held hands since before they were all sent here.

“I’m sorry, Bagi,” Tina murmured, rubbing her thumb over Bagi’s knuckles. “Even if you get why, that’s still kinda messed up for him to not even listen to you before killing you.”

Sighing, Bagi leaned further into Tina’s side. “It’s not about me. It’s just the situation.”

Despite saying the words like they were a fact, Tina could tell Bagi was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince Tina. So she squeezed Bagi’s hand, and Bagi squeezed back.

“But, uh, yeah,” Bagi continued after a moment, eyes dropping to their interlaced hands. “That’s why I wasn’t sure what you were going to do. It feels like nothing’s off the table these days.”

Tina nodded, focusing on the warmth pooling between her and Bagi’s palms. Besides friendly pats on the back and occasionally helping someone bandage their wounds, this was the first gentle touch Tina had felt in days. It soothed a rawness inside of her she didn’t even realize was there, and she didn’t want to let go of it anytime soon.

“I don’t think there is. Especially with Team Red. I’m pretty sure they’re losing their minds over there,” she then tried to joke.

Bagi chuckled at this, although it was weak. “We’re all losing it a bit, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” Tina hummed, squeezing Bagi’s hand again. “But at least we all seem to be on the same page of, like, insanity, y’know?”

Instead of laughing more, Bagi only nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Another silence fell over them. There was something else troubling Bagi. Tina could tell by the way she kept glancing at her from the corner of her eye. But unlike before, this wasn’t a waiting game. Bagi stayed silent, and Tina did too.

So instead, Tina let her eyes roam over Bagi’s face, taking in the changes since the last time she’d seen her. Like she’d noticed before, Bagi’s hair was tangled. There was dirt smudged across her cheek, and a cut that had already scabbed over sitting above her eyebrow. Although it was dark in the shadow of the tree they were sitting against, after a few more moments, Tina noticed the dark purple bruises starting to form around Bagi’s left eye.

“Is that a black eye?” Tina asked, sitting up straighter to get a better look.

Bagi nodded. “I don’t even know how I got it. Probably during a fight or a death thing or some bullshit like that.”

Frowning, Tina nodded. It made sense, but she didn’t like it. She didn’t like knowing that Bagi had been hurt, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She looked down at the dried blood staining the front of Bagi’s sweater, and knew that there were more wounds she couldn’t see. Either because they were hidden by her clothes, or because they’d been erased by a respawn. Gone, but not forgotten.

There was nothing Tina could do about those wounds. They’d both been hurt, and they were both going to continue to be hurt as the days went on. That was simply the reality of their situation. She couldn’t protect either of them from that.

But there was one thing Tina could do right now.

Maybe it was the exhaustion of the past few days making her more bold than she was used to being. Or maybe she was just overwhelmed with wanting to do something to help Bagi.

Either way, despite her fluttering heart, Tina didn’t let herself think twice as she moved both of her hands up to cup Bagi’s face.

Bagi blinked, but didn’t pull away.

“Tina?” She whispered, her cheeks growing warm under Tina’s hands. “What are you-”

Before she could finish, Tina was leaning forward, and pressed her lips as gently as she could to the darkened skin near Bagi’s eye. Bagi fell silent, her breath soft against the side of Tina’s head as she peppered light kisses all over Bagi’s bruises.

When Tina pulled back, she kept her hands on Bagi’s face. Bagi stared at her like this was her first time ever seeing Tina.

“Was that okay?” Tina whispered.

Slowly, so as not to dislodge Tina’s hands from her face, Bagi nodded.

“That- That was more than okay,” Bagi stammered out.

A beat passed. Bagi’s soft breath was now puffing across Tina’s face.

Tina began to lean in again. But before she could-

“I was given a task to kill you today.”

Freezing, Tina’s eyes flew open to see the same fear as before flashing across Bagi’s face.

Tina’s sword was still on the ground behind her, just out of reach. Bagi’s hands had settled on her waist, and although their grip was gentle, it wouldn’t take much effort for Bagi to hold her in place.

“Oh,” Tina breathed, her face still inches from Bagi’s.

“I’m not going to though,” Bagi then said, her thumbs rubbing small circles into Tina’s sides. “I don’t care if I lose points. I’m not going to hurt you, Tina. I swear.”

She could’ve been lying. Bagi was good at that. She’d lied to Tina before, and although she swore she wouldn’t lie to her again, that was before they’d been dropped on this hellscape island. Things had changed now. They both knew that.

But despite all this, Tina didn’t move away. Her heartbeat didn’t pick up speed. She kept her hands on Bagi’s cheeks, and Bagi kept rubbing circles into her skin.

“Okay,” Tina whispered, her nose brushing against Bagi’s. “Then I’m going to kiss you.”

And finally, Bagi smiled.

“Please.”

Tina leaned in, and Bagi met her halfway. Her lips were chapped, and Tina knew hers were as well. There was the unmistakable taste of blood on her lips. But still, the kiss was soft. It was soft and slow and everything Tina dreamed it would be.

There was nothing harsh about it. Nothing fiery. Despite the fact that they were in purgatory, Tina couldn’t help but wonder what she’d done to get this little slice of heaven all to herself.

They pulled away at the same time. Bagi smiled at her, and Tina smiled back as she leaned forward to bump her forehead against the other girl’s. Butterflies fluttered around her chest. Her skin buzzed as Bagi continued to trace shapes into her sides.

Seconds ticked by. Then, minutes. Tina readjusted so she was resting her head against Bagi’s shoulder, and Bagi had her arm draped over her shoulders.

“We’re going to be okay,” Bagi said after a bit of silence.

Tina looked up at Bagi through her lashes, once again wondering how she managed to look so perfect no matter what.

“Yeah,” Tina murmured, nestling in closer to Bagi’s side. “We will.”

Later that night, when Tina would eventually wander back to her farm, Missa would be there checking on the crops. He’d ask her where she went, and she’d tell him she just went for a walk. He’d ask her if she was alright, if she’d gotten attacked by any mobs. And she’d tell him that she was okay.

Her belt would be short one pouch of tea leaves, but he wouldn’t notice. None of her teammates would. No one would notice that her hands had stopped shaking either. Tina wouldn’t even notice until she went to pull the leaves off another tea plant.

And if her tea tasted better that night than it had since they all got trapped there, Tina would be the only one to notice that too.

#qsmp #tinakitten #bagi #qsmp bagi #qsmp tina #bagina #teaduo #q!tina #q!bagi #my writing #mcytyuriweek2023

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sincerely-astra · 29 days

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☁️Twisted Wonderland: Cater x Streamer reader☁️

Hopefully, you aren't too sensitive to camera flashes... The amount of pictures Carter takes of you will make his phone run out of storage.

You don't even have to be popular or anything, he will blow up Magicam with pics of your streams and let everyone know just what a talented partner he has.

His constant posting about your stream actually gains you viewers too-

He tries so hard to stay out of your streams so you can do your thing, but god, does he want to kiss you... :'(

If you let him be in your streams though, Cater will likely just chill in the background, scrolling through Magicam as he just listens to your voice.

If you're playing some kind of horror game, he will have to stifle his giggles any time you get spooked.

Please don't throw your mouse at him-

Cater is the king of after-stream care! He will draw you a bath, get you some food and water, and of course, make your bed ready to collapse in.

After you wind down he'll lay in bed with you, stroking your hair as he tells you how well your stream went and how much he adores you.

He isn't afraid to shower you with stream equipment, he thinks you deserve the absolute best!

He even went to Idia so he could get stuff that wasn't on the market yet. (Idia hated this, Ortho thought it was a great bonding opportunity)

You are gonna have to find a place for all your old equipment though-

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oraclekleo · 9 months

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Joshua (Seventeen) - Ideal Partner Tarot Reading

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Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

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Deck(s): Tarot in Wonderland

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body

Heart

Spirit

Soul

Time

Place

Possible Physical Features

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Hong Joshua

Stage Name: Joshua

Group: Seventeen

DOB: 30.12.1995

Blood Type: A

MBTI: ENFJ

Sun Sign: Capricorn

Chinese Sign: Wood Pig

Life Path Number: 3

Masterpost: Seventeen

Joshua (Seventeen)

Full Name: Hong Joshua Stage Name: Joshua Group: Seventeen DOB: 30.12.1995 Blood Type: A MBTI: ENFJ Sun Sign: Capricorn Chinese Sign: Wood Pig Life Path Number: 3

Spread / Question: Ideal Partner Deck(s): Tarot in Wonderland

Body - Ace of Cups

Joshua’s special person is likely someone who doesn’t seem to stand out in a crowd, they just blend in with the surroundings and follow the dress code that’s common in their field of work. They look completely ordinary like a tea cup, just one out of many in the cupboard of life. This plain and mundane look on the outside is likely to be a coverup for their real special and quirky self. In private, this grey mouse is likely to change utterly and feel most natural wearing something completely different from their usual apparel. Maybe they love to cosplay or maybe they love to wear like a vintage or steampunk fashion or maybe they just walk around their apartment in a unicorn onesie.

Heart - Page of Cups

Joshua’s ideal partner is a dreamer at heart. They might often space out or seem lost in their thoughts as they might have a tendency to daydream. Their inner life is very rich, they have many brilliant and unique ideas but they might lack the expertise or confidence to turn them into reality and so they just stock them up in their drawer, waiting for the time when they receive some well meant push to materialise them.

Spirit - Queen of Cups

Joshua’s perfect match is a very sensitive person, they can navigate through the emotional waters very well and they are likely to be highly emotionally mature. They don’t throw tantrums and they don’t give silent treatments to people, they are more than capable of communicating everything and anything through the way the other party won’t get upset regardless of the issue. This person is a down-to-earth romantic and while they do like to fantasise about a perfect romance, they have realistic expectations when it comes to their real life relationships. Joshua’s special partner is a person of well-developed intuition and they are likely to be able to help with processing complex emotions and feelings to other people while they don’t get personally overly engaged in the drama.

Soul - 5 of Cups

Joshua’s destined partner wasn’t born emotionally mature, they have been through things that left scars on their souls and hurt them. While they might have been through emotionally challenging times, those only helped them to grow and become a better person. They could have stayed bitter about the failures or disappointments but they decided to see the positive side of it all. Instead of holding grudges, Joshua’s special person let go of hate and resentment and embraced the little gifts in life. They managed to recognize the blessings rather than focusing on what went wrong. And this helped them to reach the emotional calm and peace of mind they have now.

Time - 7 of Swords

First thing that comes to my mind here is a thief of hearts. Joshua’s ideal partner might sort of sneak into his life and slowly but steadily build a close connection with him. See how the person on the card is leaving but leaving traces? Joshua’s significant other might try to escape as they recognize things are getting too serious but they - intentionally or unintentionally - leave so many traces behind them that it’s not a problem for Joshua to track them down and continue with the romance.

Place - VIII Strength

Joshua’s ideal partner is likely to create a very safe home for them both to live in. They might be very protective of him but at the same time respecting his nature and his ambitions. Joshua’s perfect match is likely to adjust their home in order to make it most comfortable for them both. If Joshua needs to travel, his partner is going to travel with him and turn any hotel room into an improvised home nest.

Possible Physical Features

(Joshua’s Ideal Partner might only have one or two of these features or they can have them all.)

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐚 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯' '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘮𝘮 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦“

Inspo: Billie Eilish - Billie Bossa Nova

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Summary: No one can truly resist their truest desires.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, pet names, spit kink, sub!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!reader, and maybe a tiny bit of fluff at the end.

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DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Banished from Asgard, you had been forced to live a needless life in Midgard. It had been Odin’s way of punishing you for going against his and Hela’s words. So, you had been faced with the punishment of living out your days on Earth, where everything just seemed less than everything back home.

And it took centuries before anything eventful happened. The emergence of the Avengers occurred with a very familiar face within the group.

Thor did not know who you were, but he knew by the wings attached to your back that you were one of the greatest Valkyries to ever live. The one his father told him stories about and how you had been able to wipe out an army with a single strike. Although it may have been exaggerated, it had gotten you a new breath of fresh air and an inning with the Avengers.

See, you were a hybrid from the rest of the Valkyries. One in a million chance of occurring. You had been born with wings. So, as much as Odin didn’t want to admit it, banishing you had been his greatest loss. But Thor had expressed how much your strength and abilities would be an asset to them. Everyone had agreed and welcomed you in with open arms.

But one woman had a rope around your heart and it had been Natasha Romanoff. Her hair was the colour of Musphelheim and her eyes were green like Helheim. And her beauty met no bounds at how alluring she could be. Maybe it had been your depravity of seeing women or touching one for ages, but you couldn’t help yourself from becoming attached.

Every advancement you made on her was denied narrowly by the woman avoiding your hands. Or the times you had snaked your arms around her waist, pulling her flush to your chest and using your wings to cover the both of you. It never last long because she grabbed one of the feathers and plucked them off, causing you to let go of her.

She was an interesting woman that you couldn’t get enough of. Her flushed features when you towered over her by two feet and how she shivered in your touch. It was enough to be willing to keep playing this cat and mouse game with the little spider.

Tonight though, you had exited your room and made your way to the main lounge of Avengers Tower. Entering, you found Natasha sitting on the couch alone watching TV. You moved silently to grab yourself some water, chugging that down before making your way to the ethereal woman.

Carefully lifting yourself onto the back of the couch, you placed your hands over her eyes. Leaning down for your hot breath to fan the shell of her ear. “Hi, little spider.”

For the first time, Natasha didn’t abruptly move away. She merely gasped. Staying still as ever with her breathing suddenly becoming erratic. An open-lipped smirk crossed over your face with your tongue poking against your canine. So sensitive to touch. Such a sweet little spider for you.

Shimming her forward, you slid between her and the back of the couch. The cushioning comforted you as your arms snaked around her torso. The placement right beneath her breasts that were covered by a lousy sports bra. You gently pushed up, hearing her let out cute little noise.

“Sensitive little thing, aren’t ya?” You murmured, palms pressing to her stomach. You enjoyed the way she shivered and involuntarily leaned into your front. Hoping to find more warmth that could surround her.

But Natasha tried to regain her barrings, focusing on the TV. Except, you proved it to be a challenge when your fingertips gently traced shapes into her stomach. “You are persistent, Y/n.”

Her eyes fluttered shut when your tongue pressed to her left shoulder blade and slowly began to go up. The wet sensation only caused goosebumps to rise from her flesh as you went up her neck, and then to her ear where you flicked her earlobe. A hum vibrated from deep inside your chest as you breathlessly chuckled in her ear.

“Only for the ones that deserve my attention, spider.”

Natasha bit down, hard, on her bottom lip as you began to toy with the knot on the front of her sweatpants. “But I was beginning to wonder when you would give, Nat,” you began. “I thought you would continue running like you were so innocent to the acts that I had in mind. But, your just a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

You breached the hem of her sweatpants, fingers coming into no contact with underwear. A hearty chuckle fell from your lips, causing Natasha to whimper. “It’s like you were waiting for me, spider. Is this all for me, darling?” You inquired, fingers diving through her folds and becoming drenched.

There was no way she could deny that she had been hoping you would find her like this one of these nights. She knew you were a night owl and preferred night to day. Maybe it was because you liked the safety net of not being seen when you flew around New York. Or you might’ve just hated the sun. Whatever it was, she had been waiting at night for you some time to come out and finally do something with no one else around.

For months you had been playing with her, chipping away her being until finally reached the part you sought. It’d been working her up and she needed to find some way to get over it. So, tonight, she had no problem fingering herself, but you managed to ambush her. Thankfully not seeing how wet her fingers were.

Suddenly, she felt a hand gently cup her jaw and force her to look up. Finding your upside-down image smiling down at her. “I was thinking about you,” she confessed shamefully, face heating up and turning beat red. She closed her eyes when she found your smile to grow.

You tilted your head, thumb forcing her lips to part. Slowly, you let a drool of spit fall on her tongue before closing her jaw. She swallowed without question, eyes reopening to see a light shade of pain adorning your cheeks.

Letting her go, you continued to allow your fingers to softly rub through her folds. Loving the sweet little noises that came from the former assassin. It amused you. How someone can be so feared but so malleable in your hands? Like your own little toy.

“Y-Y/n - Please!” She whined, leaning her head back and pressing her lips to your neck.

“Since you were so polite,” you paused. “I guess I can be kind enough to give you everything you want.”

Slowly, your first finger pushed through her drenched entrance. You fell short of breath when you felt her plush walls squeeze around your digit. Her body erupted in sweats from the pleasure finally given to her. She was a blessed sight to behold. Better than anything back in your homeworld.

Natasha’s body tensed from the intrusion, about to clamp her legs shut, but you lifted your feet and blocked them from closing. A whine fell from the woman’s lips as her hands grabbed at your sweatpants. Grabbing handfuls as you slowly thrust your finger into her. And slowly, you moved another one inside.

Her pussy swallowed it without question. Not only is she obedient, but her pussy was as well… Huh.

“Such cute noises,” you whispered. “I wanna hear these for the rest of my days, spider.”

“P-Please, go faster. I need you!” She begged helplessly, hips attempting to move forward and create a new pace that would sedate the hunger inside of her.

But from the rope she had around your heart, you felt like you had no choice but to listen to her command. Your fingers fucked her ruthlessly as you listened to the beautiful moans that fell from her lips. Hearing your name slip out like prayers for a god.

Your other hand slithered up and grasped her breasts. Her entire body reacted with her back arching as you gently squeezed and needed at the flesh whilst you laid kisses along her jaw. Eyes seeing her up close features and seeing how her face was scorched red and beads of sweat rolling down her temple.

She’d been needing this as much as you have.

And gradually, you whittled her down to a whimpering and crying mess. Tears stained her cheeks adorably as she begged you to never stop, even though her legs were twitching with an oncoming orgasm. So, you fucked her harder with your fingers, curling them and pressing them to her velvet walls.

Until finally, she came. You watched her with a smirk as her body arched and shake with the earth-shattering orgasm. Her eyes rolled back as her legs fought to shut, but you allowed your fingers to continue pounding into her without remorse.

Soon enough, she was panting and left on the couch, half-awake as you stood above her. Your large figure casts a show over her and your wings block out the TV’s light. Her flushed features and twitching legs made your heart swell. A grin formed on your lips as you sat down on the edge of the couch, hearing her soft snores slip out.

Even now, in this exhausted state, she looked heavenly. A sacred piece in Odin’s treasury. She was the most sacred of them all and you would do anything to protect her. You couldn’t think of life if you hadn’t met your little spider.

“My little spider.” You leaned down, wings curling around the two of you as you moved her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“Come to me when you need.”

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