#he's a fucking freak of nature only one who's stopping this man is himself
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You know now that I've officially finished all of the Dialtown routes I have to say Theoroar is probably one of my favorite antagonists if only because he is probably the biggest threat among the introduced antagonists, and I'm ambivalent in whether you'd put him higher or lower than Mingus because she ate lead so I lost respect tbh.
But I mean two things when I call him a big threat; first of all: he IS dangerous. Theo is a remarkably smart son of a bitch who you'd be fair to underestimate because everyone in this town is a fucking idiot or insane but he's merely an eccentric man very aware of what he's doing and how to do it, also equipped with a charged rifle that he's, good enough at using (aside from his hand to hand combat skills); but again, because of the fact that he IS smart, Theo is remarkably well at getting away from situations without losing in any way that could actually personally affect him, giving him a relative control of the situation at most if not all moments.
I think these things come really to shine in chapter 3 not only because he gets a mayor antagonistic role but also because you have the other goons to compare him to; out of everyone there he's not only the single one to get a job and have a reward granted (and also 1) be able to nerf little billy even if by explicit Mingus orders 2) own a loaded weapon) but by the end of his encounter the theme that played when you defeated all 3 previous henchmen that sounded like this goofy almost humillating circus melody doesn't play, instead replaced by his theme as HE decides to stop and "defeat" himself.
To put it in few words: Theoroar is plainly amaizing because he manages to be a physical competent threat while also a smart and level headed man which grants him the ability to be a comically terrifying karma houdini
Or, in even lesser words:
#luly talks#dialtown#Theoroar Rustlebelt#i really needed to put this into words like#he's a fucking freak of nature only one who's stopping this man is himself#and by god is he a hunter because he never gives up so he always has another chance#after all in some endings he literally WINS by either getting gingi back (dead but hey) or bigfoot#also he's smart enough to not go out and forcefully try capturing these beasts too which i know is a low bar but its the minglin#they literally sent 3 (4) goons after them to tie em up and shit#theo is really menacing and really cool and i love him and his utterly ridiculous looks and ways of speaking#and i didnt know he was a parody of a real guy and idk the real guy so to me he's just some quirky old man just because#also he's just cool bc he's handsome plain and simple so jot that down
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riding enhypen hc's <3
a/n: entirely self-indulgent filth is at your service! i spiraled & sunoo's is genuinely dangerous.
word count: 1.4k
genre: nsfw...straight smut.
yang jungwon
freaks out
when you asked him if you could ride him, he freaked out
first, he had to figure out the logistics, then why you wanted to do it in the first place, then - !
you tell him to just stop thinking and let you make him feel good
so when he hesitantly agrees, he's still worried you're somehow going to manage to hurt yourself
until you finally, finally ease yourself down, pausing every so often to get used to his length
and then you bottom out
and jungwon sees heaven
he's too busy trying not to cum like a virgin the second you bottom out to remember why he was so worried in the first place
looking at his expression, you move to lift yourself off of him when his hands find your hips and keep you seated
"don't move. feels good."
you almost laugh at the neanderthal language your boyfriend is using but suddenly, he's guiding your hips forward and you're too shocked to laugh
goddamn. you knew it would feel good for him but not this good
jungwon never tries to control your movements when you have sex but clearly, this was a new experience for him
you like it. a lot.
as you do it more often and jungwon gets more used to it, he likes being a little more dominant by telling you to stop or keep going
mostly because knowing that you like it makes him horny as fuck
lee heeseung
b e g s you to do it
except he manages to do it in a way where you’re convinced that it was your idea in the first place
tries his best to keep his hands to himself
fails every time
kinda like jungwon, his hands always just naturally gravitate towards your hips
loves to control your pace and drag your hips slowly against his
bc he knows how much you hate it
he makes sure to bring you to the edge and rip your pleasure away at the last second
he's a fucking asshole (and you tell him as much) but he just laughs and kisses your tears away
definitely the type to tell you to sit slowly only to knock the wind out of you by thrusting suddenly
loves it when you grab his shoulders, trying to steady yourself
he gets such an ego boost when your thighs are shaking, and your grip on his body is too tight
he likes knowing that he's the single man on earth who could make you feel this good
will 100% kiss your collarbone when you're leaning over him
riding him is fun, teasing but also really romantic when he wants to be
absolutely will not flip you over, even when you get tired
"you're tired? that's alright, baby. we've got all night and nowhere to be."
park jongseong
such a cutie patootie bc he's always thinking abt if you're going through too much trouble
honestly, you would only be able to ride him when he's really tired
or when he's feeling a little down or when you just wanna spoil him
bc he l o v e s it when you ride him but he's always so worried abt you :(
sits against the headboard so that you can have more stability
presses so many kisses against your chest and neck
loves it when you're slow and grinding against him, just enjoying how full he makes you feel
loves it even more when you're riding him like it's the only thing you can think of doing in that moment
absolutely runs his hands up and down your thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him
always is kissing you btw
no matter how fucked out you are (or he is, tbh) he's always kissing you bc you're going out of your way to make him feel good
just so incredibly love w you
will absolutely be asking if you want him to flip you over and make you feel good
doesn't believe you when you say that riding him does make you feel good
accidentally leaves bruises on your hips from how hard his grip is on you
kisses every single one of the bruises he leaves because he feels so sorry :(
definitely a groaner and his head falls back when you bottom out
he's such a romantic omg
jake sim
so excited cannot control himself
will beg you to ride him and is not ashamed of it
"yeah and you would too if your s/o was as hot as mine."
is kinda silly abt it because for him, pleasure is the ultimate goal
so even though you're riding him, he will 'accidentally' thrust upwards just to see you gasp
absolutely the type to do goofy shit in the middle to see you lose your breath
gets such an ego boost when you're sweating, trying not to cum before him when he's making it so hard for you
is a rlly sensual person so if the vibe is kinda serious, he will absolutely be pushing your hair back, pressing kisses against your shoulders
prefers you to ride him when the two of you are sitting
like sitting in an armchair or some shit
he feels like he's closer to you and he rlly likes the feeling of you clinging to him (kinda like heeseung)
is super versatile? like he gets turned on by pretty much everything and is into everything
so he can go from having a rlly serious vibe and kissing you senseless while you're seated full of him
to bouncing you on his dick faster than you can even register the switch
gets such a kick of adrenaline when you're fucked thoughtless when you're riding him
especially when you're babbling nonsense about how you don't want to stop and that you're in love w his dick
ABSOLUTELY goes feral for the praise
park sunghoon
one serving of a cocky ass mf when you first suggest it ("LMAOO you like like me")
kinda like jay in that he feels bad at first bc he rlly only lets you do it when he's feeling rlly tired
or when he just wants to be taken care of
since most of the time, he likes it for you to just sit back and relax
when he finally gives in though, he enjoys it to the fullest
absolutely accidentally edges you while he edges himself
everything feels so intense that he just needs you to stop every so often for you to catch your breath
and for him to get his head straight
but his thoughts grow cloudier and cloudier the longer you ride him
eventually, he gives up the reigns to you and that's when the fun really begins
he's such a sweetie when he's so far gone
tries his best to be quiet but just starts babbling when you ride him like it's the only thing you can think of doing
his hands are all over your body, trying to find something to anchor himself to
mark. him. up.
loves feeling special to you and feeling like you'd never give anyone else the chance to make you feel good like this
i wouldn't say that he's subby necessarily but he kinda gives into a more gentle and pliable side of him that you normally don't see
and when he cums, good god praise him so much pls :( he deserves it
kim sunoo
actually the best person to ever ride (i say this from personal experience)
slightly more dominant than usual because he loves seeing you melt when he takes control
snaps his hips up when you least expect it to see you whimper
gets such an ego boost when you lose your strength and fall into his arms
will hold you close to his chest as he fucks into you
kisses you when you're leaning into him
very slow and steady and purposeful with his movements, making you want more when he does the slightest movements
laughs when you nearly pass out after you cum (not in a mean way) (in a slightly mean way)
thinks you're absolutely adorable and likes watching you fumble for a couple moments before he starts guiding you
honestly probably doesn't let you do it very often bc he has to be in a very specific mindset for it
probably only happens when you're feeling RLLY needy
it's also probably just foreplay to him before he flips you over and fucks you until your mind goes absolutely blank
might even get freaky with it
do not get surprised if he ties your hands behind your back with a tie or smth
and tells you to 'get moving' in teasing way
overall, unlocks a side of him that you rarely get but absolutely love every time that you see it
#jnnul#enhypen smut#enhypen x reader#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen smut headcanons#enhypen headcanons#heeseung smut#heeseung hard hours#jay smut#jay hard hours#jungwon smut#jungwon hard hours#sunoo smut#sunoo hard hours#jake smut#jake hard hours#sunghoon smut#sunghoon hard hours
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tags: steddie, pre-canon, season S2-ish, tommy hagan will always have a crush on Steve Harrington
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“Someday, you're gonna get bitch-slapped, and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it,” Steve hears the echo of his words in the Hawkins High boys’ bathroom. Spinning off the tiles, pinging against its corners and stabbing at Tommy who stands gasping at his best friend.
But Steve doesn’t care. This has been a long time coming.
Tommy is a prick and Steve thought there wasn’t anything wrong with going with the flow, ignoring the snide comments, looking away from the rumours that Carol would spread, as long as his friends remained by his side.
But Billy Hargrove had infected Hawkins High. Steve stopped swallowing the cool aid. And Tommy is fuming; red in the face and ready to take it out on any unfortunate soul that crosses his path.
Enter Steve.
Or, really, enter Eddie Munson.
Steve wasn’t sure if Tommy followed Eddie into the empty toilets or coincidentally came across him or whatever could be going on in the mixed up mind of his former best friend. But watching Tommy square off his stocky, muscular body against the other boy, boxed into the corner and wide, brown eyes only visible over Tommy’s shoulder, Steve swears that he’ll no longer look away from Tommy’s indiscretions.
So, he says it again, nodding to the leather clad boy in the corner, “Eddie’s going to take a swing at you and not only will I not defend you, I might even fucking taking a swing too.”
Tommy gapes, “What the fuck, Steve? I know we’ve been having troubles, but you’d take the freak’s side over mine?”
Eddie’s face twists in the background. Steve can see the anger warping his eyes and he doesn’t blame him, almost wishes that Eddie would take a swing and then Steve could just stand back and let it happen.
He sighs: he’s allowed a lot of things to just happen so far and it’s not to his credit.
Weirdly, Steve's resigned gaze meets Eddie’s incredulous look and, just for a moment, Steve feels like he’s met someone who gets it. Someone who sees the ridiculous, short-sighted nature of the petty bullying in the hallways of their high school and knows how stupid and utterly pathetic it is.
Steve swears that the corner of Eddie’s lips kick up at the irony of their shared understanding but is distracted as Tommy strides forward, knocking against his shoulder hard enough to send Steve spinning against the wood of a stall. He steadies himself as Tommy slams the bathroom door shut behind him with a clamorous bang and shakes his head: how could he have had such loyalty for a guy who won’t even stop to talk out their stupid shit together?
Steve thought he’d at least earned Tommy’s patience, a moment of Tommy’s time so they could talk this out and find a way forward again. He stares after his former friend, a hollow, gaping hole in his stomach as he grieves the friendship he thought they’d shared.
Eddie approaches with a gentle hand, laying it on Steve’s shoulder, “Are you all right, man?”
Steve swallows around the thickness in his chest and belatedly realises that his cheeks are wet. He clears his throat and, through a tight smile, says, “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”
The deep richness of those brown eyes regard him for a long moment and Steve feels stripped bare. He thought he was the guy rescuing Eddie, but he suddenly feels like the one vulnerable and exposed to the other boy.
Eddie smiles softly, “Yeah, got saved, right? How could I be anything but peachy keen?”
Steve snorts despite himself, amused by Eddie’s tongue-in-cheek tone, “Like a summertime in Georgia.” He can’t help but flash to Tommy’s retreating back and hates that his tone is already bitter, “Except I’m the stupid fucking tree alone in the grove.”
His head twitching slightly to the side, as if he were weighing Steve’s words, Eddie lightly responds, “Well, maybe it’s time to try another field. Wanna hang out sometime?”
Steve blinks, bewildered at the offer. The suggestion given so freely and without conditions seems anathema to his experience of friendship, and especially friendship in the complex halls of high school. He eyes the other boy suspiciously, but Eddie’s eyes remain clear, his body loose and almost curled towards Steve as if he were the north to his compass.
What could it hurt? Steve thinks.
Looking at what he can only describe as kindness in Eddie’s eyes, Steve thinks that a lot of things could hurt. Could burn or scald or stab, but the sweet, clear acceptance in Eddie Munson’s eyes has him thinking of a world where Steve can offer his loyalty and receive it in kind. A place where he can be good and feel like he’s doing good and perhaps a lovely brown-eyed boy would wait and tell him he’d done the right thing.
Eddie sticks out his hand in a gesture of friendship that only bolsters the words he’d already extended to Steve. And nothing moves in the cold room of Hawkins boys’ bathroom, no wind or breeze, but as Steve reaches out to clasp Eddie Munson’s outstretched hand, he feels a seismic shift that he can’t explain.
Steve’s fingers fold around the warmth of Eddie’s palm and Eddie’s full lips stretch into a smile, welcoming and true. A gesture that Steve can’t be sure of, can’t let himself fully trust; yet, nonetheless, Steve finds himself hopelessly following after Eddie’s extension of friendship.
And it'll eventually allow Steve to follow him to the confusing halls of the Hellfire Club.
To the strangely welcome space of Eddie's uncle’s trailer.
And Steve follows.
Because he is helpless but to follow this wide, brown-eyed boy who smirks at him with a knowing smile.
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hihi!!
if you’re still taking requests.. can you do a Hobie x fem!reader 😟‼️❓
Can Hobie be really close friends, and the reader has a fat crush on him. Like following him like a lost puppy, doing sweet things for him typa crush.
And like, one day she goes over to his place and he’s all injured and in his Spider Suit, and she like freaks out?
THIS IS SO CUTE RAHHHHH
apologies to everyone who’s request I haven’t gotten to yet; this ended up being a pretty long one because I just couldn’t stop writing lol
hobie brown x reader (reader finding hobie injured)
a/n: I changed it just a little bit and made reader and hobie roommates lol (as I’ve said previously I see hobie as 19-ish)
ps I need more spider-punk gifs theres like 3 total
so you and hobie have been best friends since you were kids
and you’ve been crushing on him since you were like 14-
and when you got your own place, it was only natural to share that with hobie
because of his struggle with being unhoused, he spent a lot of time at your place, so it wasn’t much of a change anyway
and sure the apartment was a little small, and not in the greatest neighborhood, but it was home
or at least you thought so
as hobie started coming come later and later, you became unsure if he felt the same
even worse he consistently came home with bruises/marks littering his face and arms, and you’re sure if you could see the rest of his body it would be the same
he’d always hound you for being out late because of the type of people who hung around this part of town at night, but if you even try to ask him to be more safe? he i just shrugs it off.
“it’s different” or so he claims, but you fail to see how.
not to mention that, as far as you could tell, he didn’t even have a reason to be out so late.
and as his late nights bleed into early mornings, you eventually stop being able to stay up waiting for him every night, and that worries you even more;
what if he just doesn’t come back one day? and you wouldn’t even know until the next morning!!
but your school/work responsibilities, as irrelevant as they may seem compared to your concern for your best friend, necessitated you having a full nights rest
but tonight? you can’t sleep.
hobie had promised you he’d be home in time to watch the new horror movie you’d rented. and yet, he never showed.
you had actually gone to bed early, exhausted and knowing sitting on the couch waiting would only breed more anxiety as each hour passed; but you hadn’t slept
you couldn’t. not tonight.
and so, you decide to just get up and have something warm to drink; maybe that would help soothe you
you lazily drag yourself to the kitchen, spend a few moments debating between tea and cocoa, before delicately mixing together your drink of choice
it’s then that you realize you had apparently left the tv on? the volume is off but there’s clearly light coming from your living room
so, you quietly enter the living room to grab the remote to turn it off; only to see a body laying across the small couch you had recently bought, causing you to jump
“jesus christ hobie what the fuck- WHAT THE FUCK HOBIE”
you quickly notice the crimson blood dripping from his deep looking wounds, seeping into his clothes- wait no. spider-man’s suit???
one thing at a time y/n.
“‘m sorry, just kinda crashed here” his voice is hoarse as he grabs your hand and squeezes it in some weird plea to keep himself grounded
“OHMYGODHOBIEAREYOUOKAYWHATHAPPENEDISTHISWHYYOUREALWAYSOUTSOLATEWHYDIDNTYOUTELLMEYOUREBLEEDINGLIKEALOTSHOULDNTWEBEDOINGSOMETHINGABOUTTHAT”
translation: omg hobie are you okay?? what happened- is this why you’re always out so late?? you’re bleeding like a lot shouldn’t we be doing something about that?????
you quickly stammer out before running to grab all the first aid supplies you had in the bathroom and heading back to a way too unbothered hobie
“calm down I’ve had worse”
“YOU’VE WHA-
“calm down.” he grabs you by the shoulders and makes you look him in the eye “I’m fine”
“people who are fine don’t bleed this much, hobie.” you began working on the worst looking wound, applying pressure with a cloth to hopefully stop the bleeding “why didn’t you tell me?”
“y’ worry too much; especially ‘bout me”
“of course I do! you’re my best friend.”
“we both know it’s more than that, love”
you freeze; you can’t look at him. you’re too embarrassed to let yourself admit that he’s right, because you had always been just friends. and you were terrified of ruining that.
“I’m sorry”
“look at me, y/n”
you can’t.
“feelings mutual y’know, if that’s what’s got ya all worked up” he laughs, shoving your shoulder a little in an effort to diffuse the tension you had built up within yourself “always has been; thought I made it pretty obvious. you always were pretty oblivious though”
“no I’m not!” he smiles; you always were defensive too
“pretty sure y’a are”
“I will literally let you sit here and bleed out”
“no you won’t”
no, you won’t.
you just go back to addressing his wounds, trying not to feel all giddy inside, but also doing your best not to overflow with anxiety.
what are you guys then? this changes EVERYTHING- is it weird that you live together now? is it weird-
“you’re worrying again. and don’t try to tell me you’re not; I know that face”
“it’s nothing. anyway, I’m all done; we should change the bandages in a few hours though, just to keep everything clean”
you get up to go wash your hands, and maybe heat up your long-forgotten drink, but you’re interrupted by hobie’s audible sigh
“you’re forgetting something, love”
“I am?? did I miss somewhere?” your voice gets progressively higher as you check him over, worry bubbling within you
“y’ did, yeah”
he pulls you closer to him, briefly cradling your face before allowing his lips to brush against yours
“stay? f’ me?”
#not proofread#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown#hobie brown x you#spider punk x reader#spider punk#across the spiderverse#marvel
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Omg please please can you write something about Daryl experiencing accidental stimulation. Like in a situation where he really shouldn’t but something accidentally gets him hard and needy and he’s hoping no one notices but he’s so pent up… UGH🎀
Please ily❤️
ANON THIS HAS ME LITERALLY ROLLING AROUND IN MY FUCKING GRAVE?? TEARING MY WALLS DOWN?? KISS ME RIHJT NOW???
Now I wasn’t exactly sure what kind of situation he would be in where he’s getting riled up in the process but call me Carol the way I can make magic happen (if nobody gets this reference I will lose my shit)
SUBMISSIVE DARYL AND HIS MOMMY KINK MAKING THEIR GRAND GLORIOUS RETURN
READER IS VERY DOMINANT IN THIS IDK WHAT HAPPENED
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If Daryl had a dollar for each time he wished he could feed a walker his brain, he’d be able to buy himself a new one, which he really needed to do.
No amounts of mental or physical begging would shut his thoughts up, not even the group of flesh-eating freaks closing in stopped his thinking.
A familiar heat starts to burn in his stomach, and his fist clench tightly around the handle of his knife, knuckles turning white as he naturally took a few steps back before plunging forward, driving the weapon into a walker’s head and watching it’s body drop. Man, he really wanted that to be him.
“Daryl”
He drove his knife into a rotten skull, yanking it out and not bothering to watch it crumble before he stabbed another, and then another.
“Just like that, D”
Blood splattered across his face when his knife dug into a walker’s hollow eye-socket, dragging the blade out and sending it back into it’s head, this time killing the damn thing. Daryl kicked it’s rotting corspe off him with more force than necessary, watching how it flew into yet another staggering body.
He took a few steps back until his back bumped with Aaron’s, who Daryl completely forgot was with him.
“We’ve got this, yeah? Just keep taking ‘em down” Aaron panted heavily, mace on his left arm raised and ready. “Yeah” Daryl mumbled absent-mindedly, as he stared at the walkers in front of him, not thinking about killing them even as he found his hunter’s knife once again driving home to a walkers skull.
“Oh god, yes… yes just like that babyboy”
Someone kill him, now.
“Daryl?!”
Aaron’s voice ripped him back to earth, back down to reality where he had been subconsciously pushing back against the last few walkers snapping their jaws in his face. When did they even get there? He fully shoved them off and sent his knife into each of their heads, silently sliding it back into the holster amd moving to gather his crossbow and bag.
He purposely ignored his rock-hard cock, and how good the fabric of his jeans felt against it when he crouched down to sling the weapon over his shoulder. Aaron, however, wasn’t letting Daryl off that easily.
“What the hell was that about? You alright man?” There was no anger in his voice, just pure confusion. He stared at Daryl with wide eyes as the man continued to walk. No, he was not alright. How could he be when he was walking home with eight inches of pure arousal between his legs? “M’fine. Jus’ tired s’all” He grumbled, lying through the skin of his teeth as he hid his reddening face behind his hair. He felt like a sex-crazed teenager as he felt his cock twitch in his pants, begging his brain to just shut off.
“C’mon sweetheart give me more”
Aaron only furrowed his brows and turned his gaze forward, already not believing a word out of Daryl’s mouth. Tiredness has never seemed to have an effect on the burly man before, so what was the difference now? “You seem real out of it though, like you’ve got something on your mind” Aaron spoke casually, yet observed Daryl from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be breathing a lot quicker, eyes staring only straight ahead as his hand gripping the crossbow fiddled with it, the other uncomfortably fidgeting with his knife at his side. “Nah. S’nothin’, seriously” He shrugged calmly but Aaron still felt something was off.
His eyes flickered over to Daryl, taking in his whole body and studying the language, from his fidgety hands, to the way he chewed his bottom lip. He ran his eyes down his body once, and then twice.
Well, that could definitely be the problem.
Aaron chuckled quietly to himself, and Daryl snapped his head toward the sound.
“Wha’s so funny?”
“I just- Relationship problems?”
Daryl really wanted to hit him.
“No.” He barked, storming away with a laughing Aaron following after him. “Oh come on! The famous Daryl Dixon fighting the dead with a boner? Times must be real tough” Daryl shoved the cackling man, who only laughed at his friend harder, face beginning to shift between tomato red and a blueish purple. Daryl stood biting the inside of his cheek, feeling his own face burn a hot red out of embarrassment.
It took a few minutes for Aaron to compose himself, wiping tears from his eyes as he took a few deep breaths. “Oh man. So, what’s going on, really?” Daryl huffed, keeping his gaze straight and staying on much higher alert. “Jus’ missin’ my woman. Ain’t seen her since we been out here” His voice was soft as he spoke the words into the air, mind starting to wonder off again at the mention of his lover.
“My sweet boy, do you need me to help you cum?”
He could practically feel your soft hands wrapping around his dick, stroking him slowly before bringing your hand up to squeeze around the head of his cock, the added pressure sending shocks flying through him. The thought of how you’d start to edge him by sucking and firmly stroking his tip, until his back is arching and his hips uncontrollably jerk into your hand as his cum lands on your satisfied face, having gotten exactly what you wanted.
Too bad for him he was only imagining that, blinking a few times before realizing he and Aaron were still walking, only they were just practically down the street from Alexandria when only a few steps ago they were nose deep in the forest.
How they got there? some God willed it, Daryl supposes.
For the first time, he didn’t have enough brain capacity to overthink on it. He had other, better things to think about, like the way he was going to practically melt himself into your body. He wanted nothing more than to fill all five of his senses with you, hands already aching to run across your soft skin, knowing how the blisters and callouses on his palms will leave goosebumps in their wake. Oh, how badly he wanted to flatten his tongue over the smooth pane of your stomach, tasting his way all the way down to your soaked panties, practically rubbing his face in between your legs and groaning at the smell of your dripping cunt.
If Daryl had a dollar for each time he wished he could feed a walker his brain, he’d be able to pay you for honoring him with your presence.
When Abraham announced their arrival in his loud commander voice, Rosita pulled back the heavy gates and slammed them shut once the two men were securely inside. Aaron just shrugged when Rosita gave him a questioning look, watching Daryl speed walk away after hastily handing off the rest of the stuff.
He almost wanted to sprint to the house, keeping his head down and loudly hoping in his head that nobody could see the way his cock strained against the already tight fabric of his jeans. Walking past Carol's house and seeing her reading a book on the porch swing, he quickly waved and swiftly increased his pace. She raised a questioning brow at his back, but shrugged as she reimmersed herself in the chapter.
Daryl threw the front door open, heaving slightly as he slammed it shut and cringed at the way the walls of the house trembled. He kicked his shoes off and dropped his crossbow in the middle of the floor, eyes darting around frantically for any sign of you.
You, who was coming down the stairs from how hard the door slamming rattled the house. You were only halfway down when Daryl latched himself onto you, almost knocking the two of you over. "Well hello there, hunterman!" You laughed breathlessly as he squeezed you in his arms, face buried in your neck as he inhaled the smell of your soap. Oh, he missed you so very badly. He lifted you up, waiting for you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could walk up the rest of the stairs.
He kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, dropping down you down onto the bed and downright moaning when his cock bumped your thigh. His mouth was all over you, kissing and licking the exposed skin of your neck. “God, someone’s eager today” You huffed out when Daryl wrapped his arms around you tightly and sucked on your pulse.
Eager was an understatement, Daryl was straight up desperate for you. He felt so full of sexual frustration it was starting to hurt. “Need ya- Need ya ta fuck me, need it so bad” He gasped out when you pressed your knee to his crotch, oh it felt so fucking good.
“Such a bold request, Dar” You whispered into the air, hooking your legs around Daryl and switching your positions, moving to straddle him. He whimpered softly as you sat on his clothed cock. “You’ve been thinking about me all day haven’t you?” Daryl nodded against the pillow but you shook your head. “Use your words big guy”
“Yes! Been thinking about this- you- all fucking day” Daryl’s hips jerked underneath you, his hands moving to grip your hips when you pinned them above his head, a smal sob coming from. “Y/n please”
You leaned down and kissed his forehead, trailing down to the reddened tip of his nose and stop at his lips. “Is please the best you can do?” Daryl groaned against you, “Dammit woman yer gonna kill me” You pecked a small kiss to his lips, standing up on your knees and toying with the hem of your shirt. “I know, and you’re gonna let me”
You lifted the fabric over your head, and Daryl almost came on the spot at the sight of your bouncy tits, hands practically burning with the desire to fondle and squeeze them. However, he kept them right over his head where you had them pinned, even though he could easily overpower you. He needed you to take complete control of his body.
His eyes remained glued to your chest, especially when you brought your free up to one and pinched a nipple, biting your bottom lip.
Your shirt dangled from your arm, so you moved to tie it around Daryl’s wrists, securing the other end to a bed post. Daryl’s heart pounded as anticipation bubbled in his chest, watching as you played with your own. He nibbled on his lip, watching as one of your hands slid down your stomach past the hem of your delicate panties, a small red pair with a black bow.
He desperately jerked his hips up and you cooed at him. “I bet you’re just so worked up aren’t you?” Daryl almost wanted to cry out of frustration, he so badly wanted to be buried in you wet heat, mind fogging from pleasure. “Yes! Y/n please, please I need ya”
You rolled your hips against him and he threw his head back as the short motion sent electricity through him. “Need me how?” God just kill him now. His vision started to blur with traitorous tears, tugging at his restraints. “Everyhow. Just need ta feel ya around me, on me- fuck- just fuck me please mommy” His hips jerked once more, this time Daryl’s face contorted as an orgasm washed over him, doing little to nothing to provide any sexual relief.
As you stared down at his trembling frame, running a hand up his chest and wiping away the tears on his cheek, you couldn’t help but smile at just how pathetic he was for you. It was adorable.
“My poor baby, you really are pent up. Making such a mess of yourself and I haven’t even had my fun yet” You kissed along the underside of his jaw, unbuttoning his shirt and grinding down against him. He whimpered and groaned, eyes fluttering shut as you devilishly moved your hips. His whole body was on fire, it felt like heaven and hell at the same time, and you were something close of an angel ontop of him. He was so ready to hand you his entire soul, little did he know he already has.
You trailed your lips down his newly exposed chest, leaving a firey path as you kissed and sucked skin. Oddly enough, Daryl didn’t have a lot of chest hair, the pale skin bare and red where you suction your lips. You could feel his soft pleasured sounds vibrating his chest under your touch, feeling his quickened breathing as you moved down to his hard abs, dragging your tongue across them.
Daryl practically moaned at the sight and feeling, cock twitching desperately in his pants as your tongue ran down the start of his happy trail, fingers unbuckling his jeans and unbuttoning them. You took the metal zipper between your teeth and pull it down slowly, staring into Daryl’s eyes as you did. His heart pounded erratically when you placed opened mouth kisses over his clothed cock, the wet fabric sticking to your lips. When Daryl’s hips twitched, you figured he had enough teasing and finally hooked your teeth over the hem of his boxers, pulling them down.
His cock sprung free, and the cold air hitting his glistening tip felt better than it should’ve, even more when you gently blew on it. You followed the action by placing a soft kiss, and then another, before wrapping your lips around him. Daryl’s eyes rolled into his skull as you swirled your tongue and suctioned your lips, practically speeding him off the edge. He shamelessly moaned when you hollowed your cheeks and slid further down his cock, taking as much as you could before it bumped the back of your throat.
You gripped him tightly with one hand, stroking him up and down in time with the bobbing of your head, stopping every so often to suck on his swelling tip. Daryl loudly groaning and whimpered above you, pulling at his restraints as you brought him so close, so fucking close to his orgasm, hips twitching upwards as he tumbled over the edge-
You pulled off him suddenly, and Daryl felt like he had been slapped.
“Wha- Why?- Y/n no please” You straddled him once more, pushing your panties to the side. “Calm down babyboy, I’m right here” You whispered, dragging his cock through your wet folds. He needed to be inside your so badly, when you teasingly popped the tip into your entrance, he just couldn’t stop himself from snapping his hips into you, a broken cry coming from him as his sensitive cock buried so deep inside you. “God- Fuck m’so fuckin’ sorry, feels so fuckin’ good- holy shit you feel so fucking good” Daryl couldn’t even understand himself at this point, head thrown back as he choked on his sobs, so lost in the feeling of you tight around him. He was practically drunk.
You dug your nails into his chest as you rapidly bounced against him, his feet firmly planted against the bed. This was the best he had felt in his whole life, and in his head he was screaming “I love you” with every hard and needy thrust of his hip, sending his cock tip right into your soft sweet spot.
“M’gonna cum- fuck m’gonna cum” You leaned down to kiss your poor babbling mess of a man, moaning against him when you felt his hips impossibly speed up, pounding into you from underneath. “Oh fuck babyboy just like that” Daryl pulled at his restraints, pure fire burning through his whole body as he was so, fucking, close. “Please keep takin’ my cock mommy please- God, m’so fucking in love with you” Daryl loudly whimpered the words into the crook of your neck, his body twitching and tensing as his hips fucked him through his orgasm, cumming deep in your guts as he went limp against you.
You both breathed heavily, running a hand through Daryl’s sweaty hair as his body continued buzzing, mind blissfully fuzzy and quiet. When he felt his hands be released, he immediately dropped them down to your tits, kissing and sucking on your neck as he groped the soft flesh, rolling your nipples between his fingers. “I love ya” He whispered as his lips moved along your jawline. You giggled, grabbing a fist full of his hair and tugging his head back to look at you. “I know, you already told me”
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@darylsdelts I TOLD U I PINKY PROMISED 😝🎀 I MADE HIM EXTRA NEEDY FOR U
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itsy bitsy crush megumi fushiguro.
sum. megumi has a very one-sided crush on you + tries to court you ( failed ). age gap + for the plot he's 18 n ur 23.
the beginning.
perhaps it's nothing but a fleeting crush at the peak age of eighteen or perhaps it's his desire to feel a romantic love. whatever it may be, he knows it isn't going away any time soon.
you're five years older than him — he knows that. he's been nursing this crush ever since he turned seventeen. the chances of meeting you were entirely slim — as slim as the chance of seeing a blue moon. it all began due to being gojo's co-worker. you were tasked with the dreadful mission of delivering a stack of documents from nanami to him. according to sources, gojo secretly dumped his duties on nanami but nothing goes past nanami's radar. when this leads to that and you being the only employee without any work at the moment, naturally the mission flowed into your palms.
to introduce worse matters, the man himself was. not. home. almost as if he sensed that nanami would've got on him, he disappeared. had you known he'd pull this stunt, you wouldn't have stood for eons knocking and waiting for a white-haired-porcelain-blue-eyed idiot.
however, there was someone home. not gojo, but a teenager, megumi fushiguro. being caught off guard by the sudden knocking, megumi glued himself to his position. a carton of milk in one hand and a bowl in another, he pondered the consequences of attending to the knocker.
one: be the gentleman he is and open the door with manners.
two: turn every light off and sneak back into his room.
three: pretend it's just the wind.
four: call gojo and notify him of the new emergency quest.
either way, none of the options would satisfy megumi. he can answer the door but he doesn't feel like talking. if he ignores it he knows the knocks won't stop. calling gojo would either send him a voicemail or make him answer twenty questions about whether or not street-food delicacies would be perfect for dinner. no one wants to do that.
opting for the first option, he sadly covers the milk and drags himself to the door.
"hell— oh," awkwardly peeking his head out, he freezes at the unexpected sight: a woman. you don't look like you're here to deliver a package nor do you look like you're here for gojo specifically. just who are you?
"oh, hi! is gojo here by chance?"
nevermind, he should've known.
"no. don't know where he is," megumi shrugged.
"ah, well, can i leave these here? these are documents he's supposed to go through," emphasising on his duties, you slightly lift your arms to redirect megumi's attention to the documents.
"oh... they look heavy, come in." opening the door wider, megumi makes way for you to walk in but holy shit.
it's not like he can't hold a conversation but he literally can't. he purposefully kept his responses short. had he prolonged his speech he'd stutter through every word. never has megumi ever seen such a beautiful woman.
"i don't have a type." he once claimed but whatever type you fall under seems to be exactly what he's attracted to.
smiling at megumi's gesture, you dump the documents on the coffee table. nice house, you think. the interior's surprisingly aesthetic and clean. you'd expect gojo's dome to be a little... messy!
completing your gawking, you ready yourself to leave, "well, thanks for letting me in. i have work to do though, bye-bye!"
"wait—"
"need something?" you spin back, looking at the younger in confusion.
fuck why did i do that? freaking himself out, megumi composes his mind before apologizing, "sorry, didn't mean it."
you shape your lips into an 'o' shape, smiling at him again before leave for real this time, "stay safe, kid!"
mr. can't mind his business.
now eighteen, seeing you around became a regular routine. whether it was constantly delivering things gojo's purposefully ignoring or just seeing you around, megumi's eyes were always on you.
it's been a year and his feelings did not cease. rather, they got bolder. the tips of his ears easily coloured itself red whenever you were around. he still keeps the conversations short — actually, he keeps his replies short. megumi grew fond of hearing your voice. your voice to him is what a mother's voice is to a baby: soothing.
the attention megumi pays to you versus gojo did not go unnoticed. as much as it's funny witnessing megumi malfunction, gojo feels offended. megumi hardly listens to him but you? you don't even need to say five words. the moment he hears "megumi, can you" he's on his feet ready to move.
while gojo chose to not pester megumi with any questions, the urge is eating him inside-out. ever since megumi suddenly showed interest once your name was mentioned, gojo's curiosity has been more difficult to tame than taming an angry utahime.
it's decided. gojo will ask.
rounding the corner, he tip-toes into megumi's room to his bed, removing his headphones to ask, "do you like my co-worker?"
megumi freezes. was it obvious? are you dating gojo? is he in trouble? do you already have a partner? did something happen? a thousand questions yet no answer.
slowly placing his phone face down, megumi asks, "why?"
"i asked you first, fushiguro."
"and i'm asking you."
"okay but do you like her?"
"why?"
gojo pinches his nose's bridge taking in a deep sigh. dealing with megumi has never been easy. there's only one way to beat the demon-from-toji at his own game and it's lying: "well i was gonna ask her to come over for dinner."
megumi sits up, looking up at gojo with peak interest, "when? what time?"
UREKA! gojo cheers in his mind. megumi's reaction was all that he needed to confirm his thoughts.
"too bad. i was lying but we're having chinese for dinner."
"we..?"
"me and you alone you fucking love-sick kid," gojo shakes his head.
not having any of it, megumi throws a pillow or two at gojo. "get out."
gojo walks out victorious. he can't believe his son isn't a loser like the one before him ( toji ). he won't interfere; this shall be left in your hands to realize and deal with.
cliché elevator moment.
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. he should've taken the stairs. the one moment he decides to be lazy, he's stuck in an elevator with you. for whatever reason may it be, you seem very talkative today. megumi stuck himself into an awkward corner. it's a safe distance away from you. every time you step closer, he shuffles away. megumi cannot and probably will not indulge himself into physical contact with you. so it looks like it'll be a happy social distancing!
"so what're you doing at the mall alone? shouldn't you be with gojo?" you question him after finishing your monologue about your day.
"i'm an adult now," clarifying — more like reminding you — megumi folds his arms and leans to the side, "but i came for some new clothes."
"ohhhh, what'd you buy?"
megumi points to the pile of bags near his feet, "couple of hoodies and shirts."
you stretch your eyebrows up, giving him a thumbs-up for whatever reason.
as the elevator dings, you ruffle megumi's hair before exiting, "see ya later, megs!"
"megs..?" whispering, he furrows his eyebrows. covering his lower face with a palm, he's in deep thought. the way you easily make him flustered shouldn't be. pondering and deciphering the reasons, it's only until the elevator closes to ascend again is when megumi realizes he missed his get-off. this really cannot be real.
business is business!
like every other night, you came over for dinner. it was originally going to be a dinner with gojo, nanami, utahime and you but... let's just say gojo is unfortunately gojo to two persons in that list.
gojo, for one, did not cook. he never cooks and neither are you going to so he found himself running around buying takeouts. to make his matters worse, delivery isn't available due to the coming storm. in the lonely rain, gojo needs to fight and dominate to get those takeouts. which leaves the best situation in-hand for megumi! alone with his crush? now is the time to confess, convince, and convulse.
"are you cold? i can give you a blanket," megumi asks, totally not offering his own blanket.
"yes please i'd love that. i'm shivering." you take up the offer, watching megumi disappear and reappear with a fluffy royal blue blanket. you wrap the fabric around you, thanking megumi and noting the scent of a familiar cologne.
content with your comfort and his very successful flirting skills, megumi's now left with one thing: confessing. trust, he would not have done this anytime soon but it itches him every night. if he doesn't tell someone he'll go insane.
"hey, can i say something?"
you stop trying to sniff out the cologne's brand, looking up at megumi as you nod, "mhm!"
fiddling with his fingers, he takes in a deep breath before dropping the bomb, "i like you."
one, two, three, five blinks later you process his words. now that he said it, it didn't take long for you to piece the puzzles and realize why he always looked feverish whenever you two were together. he was most likely blushing all the time. not knowing whether to say "thank you" or "aww cute" or maybe even "that's definitely a sentence" you open your mouth before closing again. you must think rationally. one wrong word and you'd crush his little world.
"well, i'm not sure what to say but megs, aren't i a little too old for you..?"
"i'm an adult."
"you're eighteen."
"old enough," megumi shrugged.
now you realize why gojo always complained about battling megumi. he's too good at answering back. cosying yourself into the blanket, you deliver a statement to him, "give me one good reason why i should accept you."
fist in the air, megumi raises his index finger, "one, i don't know" raising his middle finger, he continues, "two, please?"
you sigh, "megumi..."
"look, if not now then can you date me when i'm twenty?" he offered.
oh my god, you think. he's serious about this and unfortunately you're hardly ever serious. you really don't want to burst his bubble. "this is crazy."
tilting his head, megumi waits for your answer.
you straighten your posture, getting ready to spit out a solution, "okay, how about—"
"what's with this deadly atmosphere?" gojo questions, standing still with two hands occupied. holding a confused expression, he raises his eyebrows at megumi standing ominously yet looking as if he's begging for something. you, on the other hand, look as if you're getting ready to slumber. what even happened while i was gone?? gojo thinks.
megumi sighs, dragging a palm over his face. if there's another thing about gojo it's that he finds himself coming at the wrong time when he's never needed. just as you were about to speak he barges in. talk about rude.
"hi gojo," you wave at him before looking back at megumi. poor him. "megumi, i'll tell you later," you whispered to him.
isnt he just so pretty
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For Kinktober, may I request Size Difference with Ghost and gender neutral reader (if possible)? If your not doing COD characters, I’m cool with Sanji :) please and thank you ♥️ and I hope your doing well today.
day 22 - SIZE DIFFERENCE
Simon Riley
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genre: smut
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A/N: I know I didn't publicly announce this, but I don't write for One piece anymore. Maybe I will in the future tho.
You were in the army for a while. You've never gained a stable position. You were always exchanging captains like socks. It's not that everyone that has led you in the past has died. No, just the overall organisation was fucked. And you were the one who took one for the team.
Everyone else from your first squad exchanged captains like once or never. And they only did it when their captain died. You had to jump from a place to a different place every other week.
It wasn't that bad. The whole moving from one base to another base was simple, not like everyone described it. And you got loads of respect from your superiors. You were doing the job that no one wanted to do.
And why the hell not? It even came with certain benefits. You had lots of connections. If your current team was in an urgent situation and needed a sniper, for example, immediately. You knew who to ask. Having different people around you was the only stressful thing.
Your superiors showing their authority in a physical way was one of the annoying things. But you learned to live with it until recently. You were assigned to the TF141.
Simon "Ghost" Riley. You thought the one who'd try to show you where you stand would be the captain. But no. The captain "John Price" was a solid dude. It was the lieutenant that was putting you in your place constantly. You didn't get a break.
The most annoying part was that he wasn't hurting you in any way, shape, or form. He killed off your spirit. He destroyed you from the inside. He was terrifying even without throwing a single punch. One of the things helping him be such a freak of nature was his height.
He's standing at 6'4, a big boy. You were somewhere in the 5'3 to 5'6 range. The height difference was very noticeable. Anytime he walked up to you, you took a step back. He was just that intimidating.
You would have to lie to yourself if you said that you never thought about him totally destroying you in bed. It was a secret thought that you'd take with you to your grave. But Ghost, he knew. He didn't need you to tell him he could sense it from your body language.
At first, his reaction was something like "Fucking hell" You know, the classic British man reaction. But as time went on, he started to like it. He himself had a few thoughts of you.
You both felt the tension in between you. Once, on a mission, you were walking with him and Gaz. Gaz got separated since he needed to talk to Price. You walked with Ghost holding onto your firearm.
Ghost suddenly stopped in his tracks. You looked at him but didn't say a word. Just in case he was trying to listen for footsteps. You threw him a confused glance.
When it seemed he was just standing there with no particular reason you walked towards him, questioning, why'd he stop. But when you were in front of him, your mouth refused to move. Ghost smirked even tho you weren't able to see it. He quickly pinned you against a wall. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, "I know where the weapons are~"
You got confused for a second. Right, you were sent here to find some missing gear of some dead soldiers. But if he knew where they were, then why didn't he do anything. Why would he want to make things longer? That wasn't like him.
You questioned him about it, and he just chuckled. "We can pretend we were searching the whole time~" You looked at him, still as confused as before. You couldn't put your head around it. "By that, I mean I can take my sweet time with you~" Now you understood.
Your cheeks turned red, and you looked away like you were embarrassed. "Is that a no?" He looked at you. He wanted to hear you say it.
You gathered your strength and mumbled, "You won't snitch, right?" He smiled and, without hesitation, lifted you up off the ground. You instinctively put your legs around his waist. Ghost pushed his body onto yours, making sure you feel all of him. He pulled his zipper open, and so did you.
He helped you to pull your pants down a little. He was huge. He pressed the tip against your entrance and pushed in, stuffing you full. He was slow and gentle. He was patient. He was calm.
Thanks to his size, he had full control. Your hands were pressed against his shoulders. You whined from the stretch. "Shhh, it's fine, sweetheart. You're gonna get used to it soon.
After the mission, you wondered why did they assign you to TF141 permanently and gave your schedule to someone else.
Guess someone took a liking to the little recruit.
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I was hanging out with a little girl who fucking coughed on me and now I'm sick...
Usually I'll drink a shot of vinegar, ginger honey, cinnamon and cayenne pepper... but i don't have access to than rn...
And in my sick/ half sleep haze I was thinking about how our diverse cast of hot men would take care of sick s/o using natural remedies
So Shiva, jataka, Buddha, (it might be the same because India idk, I guess Thai for Buddha)
Loki (Celtic/Greek idk)
Kojiro (Japanese)
I need some ror men..
medicine!
Need medicine...
I hope your sickness was short!
I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH SASAKI BECAUSE OF YOU!
RoR: How do they take care of sick s/o (Shiva, Jataka, Buddha, Loki, Sasaki Kojirō)
Shiva
Shiva has never been sick in his life, so he freaks out a bit when you get sick. Not the most helpful companion you can find. At first he asks what to do, but if you are too weak to speak, then… oh well.
Shiva doesn’t leave his realm, so he doesn't know any natural, human remedies that could help you. He keeps you warm and sits next to you the entire time. He remains vigilant. Even he pretends it’s nothing, his wives can tell he genuinely worries.
Once the worst is over and you start to look more alive, Shiva does his best to keep you in a good mood. Say a word and he will even dance for you.
What’s surprising, no matter how hard you try, you can’t infect Shiva. He basically cuddles you, feeds you, and helps you change clothes all the time, and yet all the germs seem to ignore him.
Jataka
Jataka was sick himself, he knows it all too well. As soon as he notices the first symptoms, he is very caring. Even if it’s just a flu, he doesn't downplay it.
He prepares for you an ayurvedic drink. Depending on your symptoms, he will choose the right recipe. He makes sure you drink all of it, so don’t even try to argue. It’s a waste of time, this man is too stubborn.
Jataka provides everything you need, he even brings you a book to read or he reads to you himself. He is cautious and keeps his distance, but that doesn’t stop him from being very strict: he makes sure you drink enough water and that you’re warm.
Every time he checks if you have a fever, he caresses your cheek with his finger before moving away. It's the only physical thing he can do right now to show you his affection.
Buddha
His first reaction is to tell you to lie down. It doesn't seem to bother him, because it’s just the flu. He had it when he was human, it’s not a big deal, especially if you have everything you need right under your nose. But secretly it eats him up inside, to the point where he can no longer eat sweets. So he shows up on your doorstep with his very casual attitude and starts asking questions. He checks if you’re hydrated, if you have a fever, if you need anything.
Buddha was born in present-day Nepal, so he follows ayurvedic… a little. He knows it’s not 100% effective, but he still finds some methods solid. He would make you brew containing honey, tusi leaves and lemon juice, and force you to drink it. It’s the best for the flu in his opinion.
He sits at the proper distance, eats his sweets and talks to you. He isn’t the worst companion you can get. Isn’t the best either… Do you know how good this candy is? Oh, right, you don’t, because you can’t taste *smirk* Don’t waste your pillow trying to hit him…
Loki
Let’s be honest, Loki probably isn’t the best person to take care of a sick person. At first, he acts annoyed when you announce your condition to him, but after awhile when he sees you struggling with the easiest tasks, he begins to worry. Seeing you in such weak shape makes Loki a little, a bit… soft.
From what I’ve researched, the Nords believed that sickness was an attack of malignant spirits (often ancestors) on the body. Loki obviously knows better what’s going on with you, but I wouldn’t be surprise if he mentions this fun fact to you. He was probably the one who sold people this nonsense in the first place. Let's just hope you're not hallucinating…
Loki prepares you tea with honey and entertains you with his new diabolical plans of how to mess with humans. He doesn’t even need you to be active in the conversation, but it's nice to see you smile or snort from time to time.
Loki doesn't follow any rules (i.e. keeps his distance, washes hands) and he will probably end up sick as well. Guess whose fault it is? And guess will have to take care of him? AND guess who won’t lie in bed and rest but spread germs everywhere? That’s right…
Kojirō Sasaki
He is the sweetest guy you could have by your side right now. A little clumsy, but he has got a spirit.
Considering how observant Kojirō is, he'll probably be the first to notice the symptoms. Even if you deny it, he will prepare for the possibilities ahead.
Sasaki would prepare for you hachimitsu-daikon - it’s Japanese form of cough and throat syrup, made from honey and Japanese radish. Kojirō would make it for you just like his mother did when he was a child.
Kojirō doesn’t mind missing a few days of training, you’re his priority. He is with you as long as you need and entertains you with stories from his life. He can read you something until you fall asleep.
He makes sure you’re hydrated, always brining you fresh water or preparing ginger tea called shoga-yu. He doesn’t try to make you anything else, because he is terrible at picking herbs and might accidentally poison you.
#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#ror x reader#snv x reader#ror shiva#ror jataka#ror buddha#ror loki#ror kojiro sasaki#udj
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✩ ABC’S
SFW alphabet with JEFFREY MASON.
warnings: mentions of sex in G,J,& N! | word count:
—‘A’ IS FOR AFFECTION (How affectionate are they? How do they show it?)
In public, he'll keep it simple for the most part; hand-holding, an arm around your shoulders, peppering quick kisses on the side of your face, playing with strands of your hair while you're busy doing work or talking with someone
In private, he gives you everything and more
—‘B’ IS FOR BEST FRIEND (What would they be like as a best friend? How would it start?)
After he first saw you he was doing his damnedest to find out everything he could about you; eavesdropping on other students, watching you and your reactions very closely, following you around, etc..
But you would probably have to initiate it first
Unless he did something really sly like waiting until everyone in class was partnered up for a project and you two just happen to be the only ones left without one, forcing you two to be together
He can't be just friends with you though
You were already his before it was established
—‘C’ IS FOR CUDDLES (Do they like cuddling? How would they do it?)
It would take him a while to get used to it. He's not familiar with affection of any sort
But he realizes how nice it feels to hold you, to smell you. Just being that close to you is exhilarating
So he eases into it but that's mainly something saved for in private
—‘D’ IS FOR DOMESTIC (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He only wants to settle down with you and have a life with you. No one else. Everyone else can go die for all he cares
lol he's so mean to other ppl
Surprisingly, pretty good at cooking
Considering most of his life was spent indoors with not much to do, he was left to fend for himself a lot so he racked up some practice
He doesn't necessarily like cleaning but he'll do it if he has to
—‘E’ IS FOR ENDING (If they had to break it off, how would they do it?)
You're the love of his life, no way in hell he's letting you go
whether you like it or not (you like it)
—‘F’ IS FOR FIANCÉE (How do they feel about commitment? How quick do they want to get married?)
He's definitely very committed to his love but I feel like he's not a marriage guy
Like the commitment level is up to there but there's no wedding yk?
Wants to be able to call you his wife though
—‘G’ IS FOR GENTLE (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He's only really gentle with you.
That is, outside of sex and makeouts ofc
Come on, look at who we're talking about here
He's a rough man in nature
He is very observant so he always has a good idea of how you are emotionally and tries to act accordingly, helping you when you need it
—‘H’ IS FOR HUGS (Do they like hugs, how often do they do it, what are they like?)
He doesn't hug that often, his thing is keeping his arm around you. It's like his trademark show of affection
But when he does, it's just like cuddling, done in private
Likes coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and loom his head over yours
His hugs are so nice since he's so big compared to you, he just engulfs you completely but because of that they can also feel...imposing
—‘I’ IS FOR I LOVE YOU (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He waits until you say it first and he'll say it right back, he's felt it since shortly after he met you
He's scared of doing it first and you freaking out or something and looking like an idiot so how fast he says it entirely depends on how fast you do
—‘J’ IS FOR JEALOUSY (How jealous do they get, and what do they do?)
VERY!1!! He's ready to scare off any wandering eyes and show them that you're all his
When it comes to jealousy and Jeffrey Mason it's hard to keep it PG-
Jealousy sex is very big with him
After a particular guy has been flirting with you non-stop...he'll ask if he could fuck you as good as he is or if he could make that much of a mess out of you while he's pounding into you relentlessly
And of course...the answer is "no" >:)
—‘K’ IS FOR KISSES (What are their kisses like, where do they like to kiss you, where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are usually heated, possessive, and almost always turn into makeout sessions
He likes to kiss you everywhere but especially your lips and neck
Like I said, he likes full-fledged makeout sessions, so he also likes it on his lips but the times you gently press a kiss to his cheek or jaw...
He melts
—‘L’ IS FOR LITTLE ONES (How are they around children?)
Thinks they're annoying and doesn't want to deal with them
Yucky
Doesn't want them
—‘M’ IS FOR MORNINGS (How are mornings spent with them?)
Pre-killer Jeff would generally leave before he had to get up for school so his parents wouldn't freak. He'd give you a lil kiss before he went
After the incident, there wasn't much of any time spent with him unless it was visitation at Pinehearst and he was very agitated– more than normal so there was even less time spent with him
After he escaped he would wake up before you, watch you for a few, then wake you up– if you didn't wake up already by his eyes burning into you lmao, and make you breakfast or something
Kinda grumpy
—‘N’ IS FOR NIGHTS (How are nights spent with them?)
Him crawling through your bedroom window lol
Before the incident and after the escape, that's one thing that's stayed consistent
But he'd crawl in while you're doing your skincare routine or something and afterwards, you guys would just talk, watch tv, or engage in other activities
—‘O’ IS FOR OPEN (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He's a very difficult man to get to know. He wouldn't really talk much about himself so you would have to be observant
He would after a relationship is established, just give him time. It makes him uncomfy
—‘P’ IS FOR PATIENCE (How easily angered are they?)
On a good day, he just doesn't care about whatever it is that would bother him. Just rolling his eyes or scoffing at the fact, but those are rare 🧍🏼♀️
He has a record (literally) of having a bad temper, he's defensive and he just wants to be left alone fr
—‘Q’ IS FOR QUIZZES (How much would they remember about you?)
He remembers everything and for a while, he knew things about you that you didn't even tell him or let on but... you didn't have to
He's a stalker
—‘R’ IS FOR REMEMBER (What's their favorite moment in your relationship?)
When you first met
When he first saw you it's like he felt his whole world crashing down on him, he's never felt anything like it and he knew then he just had to have you
—‘S’ IS FOR SECURITY (How protective are they? How would they protect you, and how would they like to be protected?)
Verryyy protective.
This boy is a guard dog
As far as he's concerned, he doesn't need protecting
He's a killer bro
—‘T’ IS FOR TRY (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Dates— I can imagine him bringing you to a pretty clearing in a forest and spending hours together there or bringing food up to a rooftop and watching the sky and just talking about whatever comes to mind
Anniversaries— he's got everything recorded in his handy journal, every waking thought he has ever had about you has been gushed to in his journal
You call it his diary and he gets mad
Gifts— he's not super fancy with it but he'll steal things he thinks you'll like or gather random wildflowers or stray animals and bring them to you
He tries
—‘U’ IS FOR UGLY (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Drinking, he knows how to hold his alcohol so you don't ever see him drunk but you still don't like to see him do it
Stonewalling
—‘V’ IS FOR VANITY (How concerned are they with their appearance?)
He's not really all that concerned but since he's albino he does have to keep up with his hygiene more so than normal people
It's not really about appearance per se but cleanliness
Sunscreen, UV-blocking sunglasses, and shirts galore
—‘W’ IS FOR WHOLE (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Absolutely. After he met you, his life wasn't boring or mundane anymore. He actually has something to look forward to, someone that's looking forward to him too
He doesn't ever want you to be apart from his life
—‘X’ IS FOR XTRA (Random headcannon(s) about them?)
Jeff loves it when you wear his hoodies or shirts, especially during cold nights, his clothes are so much bigger on you
It's like he marked you, he has his clothes on you with his scent rubbing off on you and anyone could tell that it's his clothes you're wearing
He gets so smug ab it, it's the perfect solution for a jealous, possessive bf
He really likes it when you wear one of his shirts with just panties underneath, good luck getting him off you then
—‘Y’ IS FOR YUCK (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Someone who's exceptionally whiny
Someone who doesn't know when to be quiet
Calling him by his full name
—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (What are their sleeping habits?)
He stays up real late but when he does sleep it's heavy
He has nightmares a lot
#jeff the killer#jeff the killer x reader#jeffthekiller#jeff the killer headcanons#darling writes#jeffrey mason#jeffrey mason x reader#jeff mason x reader#tmf#the morgue files#david near#sfw alphabet#fem!reader#new writter#new writer boost
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Thinking about ascended Astarion and professor Gale. Thoughts are messy but here's my synopsis of how they get to where they are.
thinking about astarion who has been pulled along into a strange friendship by gale who takes astarion's random stealing of his books to mean that he's reading them. astarion isn't, he's just doing it to piss gale off, but the opposite effect of it has him annoyed instead. nevertheless, he decides to just go ahead and read it, then passes on his own "recommendation" in the form of a spicy novel he picks up while traveling. thus is the start of their book club.
it happens early on enough that astarion decides someone as powerful as gale proves a good ally for his fight against cazador, and he can also tell just how easily manipulated gale can be in the right circumstances. so he interrupts one of their book club sessions with a kiss, and gale freaks out saying he's not so sure this is a good idea given his Orb and all that.
naturally they both go to bed disappointed, but the next day gale is super apologetic saying he's been unable to stop thinking about it, and how he desperately wanted it but also fears putting them both in danger. astarion relents because yeah. that makes sense. and thinks nothing of it other than well we've got something going on here. not sure what it is but he seems to trust me enough without needing sex, so that's weird.
then elminster comes and suddenly astarion is fucking fuming at the revelation that apparently, if the gods ever do answer your prayers, it's just to tell you to die. astarion makes it a point to, with the orb stabilized, have raunchy nasty woods sex with gale all to make himself feel like he has some control over the situation. it's in this sex though that gale finally learns all of astarion's little tricks and comes to realize that he's really only having sex with a dead man who's been trained to use his body this way.
not that gale rejects him for this, but it does make his concern for astarion grow. he realizes first that their relationship isn't properly mutual, but he's weirdly okay with it because he can see that astarion genuinely does care about making gale remember the joys of living, and how ironic it is that it has to come from an undead. it's through this revelation that gale decides he wants to share an escapist illusion with astarion of a world that might have been, and though gale isn't expecting anything in return for it, astarion's undead heart twists somehow. he writes it off as a strange taste of empathy.
it's only when astarion finally ascends that he realizes the depths of his feelings. how utterly insane he is for gale, his heart racing ten million miles an hour as he looks at the man who doesn't know when to stop giving away pieces of himself, and how starved astarion is for every last inch. it's because of these feelings born from his newly living heart that the moment astarion learns of the crown of karsus, he's terrified of gale taking it. he would have been in favor if he were just a spawn who hadn't had his chance at revenge, but now that he's done that and more, he realizes how horrifying a world without gale at his side could truly be.
when gale tries to explain this to him in the boatride, astarion grabs gale's hand and pulls it to his chest, all his rage and fire gone as he expresses genuine vulnerability for vulnerability's sake, begging gale to understand how much astarion loves him without wanting to say the word because it doesn't mean anything on his tongue anymore. gale asks him to say it anyway, because he'll be able to tell. astarion says it, sounding like he's never said it before in his life. gale kisses him, and promises he won't reforge the crown, because astarion is right. it would be terrible to throw away his heart for power when he could give it to astarion instead.
and then gale just falls even deeper as a result because wao...he really has someone he loves that loves him right back, just the way that he is right now..................a bit ironic that he'll end up losing his heart either way, but it's alright. he'll know it's always beating for astarion
idk i just love the idea of astarion realizing the depth of his love only once the hollow space in his chest has been filled by a heart that won't stop pounding everytime he looks at his beloved!! and the true fear that comes at the idea that he might be alone if gale were to cast him aside for godhood...he couldnt take that. his manipulative ass is gonna do everything to keep that wizard as his property
#bg3#bloodweave#gale dekarios#astarion#pr@ncing#i love them so much i cant stop gushing when i think about them
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Yang knew she should feel bad, her prank had clearly gotten out of hand as she watched her sister getting violently pulled from cock to cock as she was raped in the courtyard. But, she also couldn't deny it was a pretty nice sight
Ruby had been acting so freaking seriously ever since she got picked as team leader, and all Yang had wanted to do was help her lighten up with a little prank. Surprise her, embarrass her, take the wind out of her sails a little bit, and then they could both laugh about it later.
So she'd sat behind Ruby in class, and right before the class had been dismissed she'd taped a note reading 'Spank Me!' to the back of Ruby's cloak.
She'd been pretty sure nobody would actually do it. Ruby would get some snickers, someone would tell her or she'd check, and then she'd get all flustered and annoyed before realizing how silly the whole thing was. And then things would be golden!
That...hadn't happened.
One of the upperclassmen, a beefy horse faunus, had seen the note. Instead of just chuckling to himself and moving on, though, he'd wound up with a big ol' grin and slapped Ruby's ass hard enough to lift her feet off the ground in an awkward little hop!
And Ruby, her sweet little sister, had let out a gasp that sounded an awful lot like a moan.
She'd clapped her hands over her face, looking just as shocked as Yang had been by her body's natural reaction. The two of them being stunned into inaction had only made it worse, though, when the upperclassman seemed to take it as permission to continue. "So you did put that note on yourself! You little fucking whore, I'll give you what you want."
"H-huh? What are you-" Ruby babbled, only to be cut off with a squeal when he hit her a second time. He grabbed her cloak like a leash and yanked her head down, bending her forward to get a better angle at her ass. Normally it was pretty well covered by her combat skirt, but he grabbed the ruffled fabric in one massive fist and yanked it up so roughly that Yang could hear the fabric tearing all the way on the other side of the courtyard as Ruby's tight athletic short were exposed.
Ruby said something that Yang couldn't hear at this distance, choking out a plea for mercy most likely, but the upperclassman just laughed derisively as he yanked her shorts down.
The two had begun to gather an audience, a few students hurrying by but many more pausing in their paths to watch the drama unfold. The upperclassman faunus roughly pushed a thick finger between her leg, then laughed again and called out to everyone who was watching. "She's fucking soaked!"
"P-please, s-stop!" Ruby cried out.
"Shut the fuck up, whore." He sneered. Unbuckling his pants, the faunus freed his cock, and Yang choked on air as she saw what he was planning to use on her sister.
It was an absolute club of a cock, a fat equine length with a solid flared crown that was almost the size of Ruby's thigh. If he tried shoving that thing in her- fuck, would Ruby even survive?
Yang knew that it was her duty as a sibling to put a stop to what her prank had started. But she hesitated, as the upperclassman bully shoved Ruby to the ground.
Hesitated, as he knelt down behind her.
Hesitated as he lined himself up.
And bit her bottom lip as he grabbed a fistful of Ruby's hair and slammed himself inside.
Ruby's shriek was equal parts pain, pleasure, and shock. Even all the way from her hiding spot, Yang could see her sister's belly bulging so far that the laces of her corset were beginning to snap. The faunus man gave her no time to adjust, hammering into her with a downright violent pace, fucking poor little Ruby into the dirt as the younger girl's hands scrabbled on the cobblestones.
Only a few seconds later, Ruby visibly seized up, her whole body spasming as she let out a broken wail. The grinning upperclassman announced to his whole audience what had happened. "Bitch just came!"
Some of the other students in the crowd, the men, actually cheered. The women were more of a mixed bag. A few couldn't tear their eyes away, despite their expressions of horror. A couple grinned along with the boys. And some of the others looked almost...jealous.
"What do you all say I give this slut what she really wants?" The upperclassman bellowed. "And give her an early Huntress retirement with a baby in her belly!"
Yang gulped, as more cheers sounded out from the crowd. People were urging the horse faunus to knock her little sister up, which would surely end her hopes of being a Huntress.
Time was running out for her to do something.
And still, she just stood there, one hand squeezing her chest as the other crept between her legs.
The upperclassman shoved Ruby's face to the ground, one last slam of his hips against hers making her squeal like a bitch in heat as he pumped his load into her cunt. Yang could see her belly swelling, tearing the fabric of her corset and revealing the reddened, stretched skin of her belly as her virgin womb was absolutely bloated with cum.
The upperclassman sighed in satisfaction at a job well done as he pulled himself out of Ruby, giving Yang a glimpse at her gaping, cratered pussy before the flood of cum pouring out covered it up. He tucked himself away, buckled his pants, and stood back upright. "You know...maybe we do need girls like her at Beacon." He mused. "Us real Huntsmen need stress relief sometimes." He looked to the grinning, flushed, eager audience, and planted his foot on Ruby's upraised ass. "She's still got two fresh holes. Have fun!"
With that, he kicked Ruby over to them and sauntered off, whistling a jaunty tune.
Yang watched as the crowd descended on Ruby, any possibility of her recovering from this thoroughly dashed as she was turned into the center of an impromptu gangbang, over a dozen other students treating her like a toy they could use and abuse however they saw fit. Her pretty silver eyes had rolled all the way back in her head, her mind visibly crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure.
And Yang? Yang knelt there in her little hiding spot, fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm as she watched every moment.
At least, until an enormous hand landed on her shoulder. The upperclassman, the one who'd started this whole thing, had snuck up behind her. "You know...I think that slut out there isn't the only bitch who needs to learn a new place at Beacon." He growled.
Yang shivered. And without any prompting, nuzzled against the bulge in his pants.
I'll be there with you in a minute, sis. She thought to herself. Save some for me.
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hello hello! 🖤
I don’t know what your policy is abt new anons but I’m just here to say that I love your blog especially mean Roier and ur etoiles content and also I was researching spider sex for a fic and wanted to share some findings
male spiders have 2 dicks (not exactly dicks but equivalent)
some female spiders appreciate bondage and oral
cannibalism is not only expected but sometimes encouraged and deliberate by male spiders during sex
a frequent practice is for the male spiders to plug up the females to keep their sperm in and other males out
Also, of course, female spiders get fucked a lot. As a practice. As many different mates as they can find when they’re not being picky
👀👀cellbit and roier are always on my mind I want that cat gangbanged and stuffed but do with that what you will
-Sin anon (if I may)
This is all like. Very important infomation that you've given me. Welcome, by the way, to my fucked up little echo chamber. Anyone is welcome, any new anons. I love you all.
"some female spiders appreciate bondage and oral"
Changed my brain chemistry, first of all I'm sorry some female spiders appreciate WHAT? Nature is beautiful. I love science. Roier's instincts know this fact, he's eager to please. Luckily Cellbit is more than willing to comply with is wants. Roier's favorite activity is tying Cellbit down and sucking his dick until Cellbit' is crying and shaking under him.
On the flip side, Roier begging Cellbit to do the same to him. Cellbit loves oral, especially loves eating Roier out. So he's happy to help.
"cannibalism is not only expected but sometimes encouraged and deliberate by male spiders during sex"
Jesus christ. Imagine with me for a moment, Roier catching sight of Cellbit's teeth while they're fucking and his brain just goes fucking crazy. He's begging Cellbit to bite him, to take chunks of flesh. They always end up with Roier under Cellbit, Cellbit firmly seated on his strap, and multiple chunks of flesh from Roier's neck and biceps missing. Their both covered in blood and Cellbit has never been happier in his life because Roier looks so fucking beautiful under him, covered in blood. He taste fantastic, it makes Cellbit a little dizzy. Roier can cum just from the feeling of Cellbit's teeth ripping through his skin, and Cellbit knows Roier is his soulmate.
I know we're all here for the horny, but I am an angst writer through and through so. After they do this for the first time, Cellbit freaks out. Roier is perfectly fine, healing and regen pots work wonders, but Cellbit can't stop thinking of himself as a monster. Someone willling and happy to rip apart the man he loves, how disgusting can one person be? And yet Roier is holding him, petting his hair, telling him that it's okay, that it was perfect.
"a frequent practice is for the male spiders to plug up the females to keep their sperm in and other males out"
FUCK CATBIT TILL HE'S FULL!! I'm not too personally into pregnancy, but Roier is the most jealous and possessive man ever when it comes to Cellbit. If someone is looking at his kitten with a little too much heat in their eyes, rest assured that Roier is going to fuck Cellbit over and over again and keep him nice and plugged up so that he can't go running to anyone else, mumbling about getting Cellbit pregnant so that everyone knows who he belongs to.
#qsmpnsfw#this one has everything#cannibalism#cellb!t#ro!er#this did something to my brain#sin anon#I may have gone a little insane with this#cellb!t and ro!er cannibalism does stuff to my brain btw#ro!er would beg cellb!t to eat him#no i do not take criticism
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goodnight sweetheart, til we meet tomorrow
tw- death, gore, euthanasia
i promise i'll stop posting tragedy soon i just needed to get this down on theoretical paper
planning some hcs about the minutemen next :)
Cutler!” He had no more restraint left inside his aching bones, not one more ounce of care. Most of the wretched abominations were dead and trampled beneath his power armour, though any more would soon face the wrath of the paladin’s rifle. “Cutler!”
His throat was raw, his eyes flitting and desperate. Upon hearing the dying groan of another mutant below him, Danse kicked in its skull, splattering unusually pale brains over his sabaton. Putrid monsters; he seethed, eyebrows knitting in hatred. The loud clanging of metal against the heavy metal floor resounded through the entire corridor, filling the empty space and his rickety nerves. Horror rose in his chest, passing yet another mauled body sporting the same uniform- she died with the torn flag of their Brotherhood in her hands, now as bloody as her body. So many brothers massacred, pulled apart for nothing more than their enjoyment and a full stomach. Good men lost for nothing.
All but one.
Danse had given up on courtesy, instead deciding to kick the door open hard with the heel of his boot. With a resounding clack, one of its hinges came loose, bending from its screws in the wall to reveal the limp body braced against a table the centre of the room. As he panted for breath, it seemed to leave his throat in ragged gasps.
The broken man smiled to him, his eyes distraught with pain and body shrivelled beyond recognition. Though parts of him remained, weak and feeble, his arm was contorted to the shape of a broken bone, skin far too sickly. Out of proportion to the rest of him, making Cutler a freak of nature, their failed attempt at an even more wretched mutant. He lay on some sort of stretcher, half propped up from his waist, and writhing softly.
“What the fuck have they done to you?”
“Danse-“ Cutler tried weakly to smile, creasing the heavy bags under his eyes. He looked a different person all together, the joy and energy with him all but withered away to leave a grotesque shell of a man; as much as he tried to fight back against them, tears threatened to fall. A single gloved fist clenched at his side while he stood beside the fallen Knight. He was drenched in blood, but not just his own, the once proud uniform shredded to pieces against his gaunt form; bile almost rose in his throat at the horrid sight.
“We need to get you out of here. There’ll be someone who can help you, somewhere. You'll be fine.” Desperation grew inside of him, hands fumbling to grab Cutler’s. With a strangled chuckle, he pushed Danse away, shaking his head with the strength left in his mutated body.
“No. We can’t,” his dying grip wrapped around Danse’s wrist, eyes strong through his agony, “but I know that you’ll do the right thing.”
With eyes wide, his shaking palm reached for the small pistol at his side. In his twelve years as a soldier of the Brotherhood, Danse could not remember one time he was brought to use it. A last resort, Krieg had called it, only to be used in the direst of circumstances.
I suppose this must be one of them.
He knelt down beside Cutler, one hand holding his cold cheek gently. The gun almost slipped from his clammy grip, but he steeled his resolve, gritting his teeth hard.
Cutler reached out with a struggle, kissing him. He couldn't bring himself to back away, feeling hot tears stream down his dirty face as their eyes locked. Rage, grief and horror burnt inside his chest Danse brought the 10mm to Cutler's temple reluctantly, struggling to keep it against the man's head with his shuddering hand.
He had to look away as he pulled the trigger, unable to bear the sight. The body to his side went still instantly still with one single convulsion, dying instantly and painlessly. Danse let his pistol clatter to the floor, the memory already too much of a burden.
His knees collapsed beneath him, bringing him to the floor in seconds; everything he'd strived to achieve, the object of all he loved was lifeless. By his own wretched hand. Deep sobs wracked his chest, making even breathing a laborious task, and annihilating what little vigour was left inside. Danse couldn't bring his eyes to gaze upon him again, not in such a ghastly state. Why couldn't he be safe? Why couldn't he be alive by his side? His head millimetres from the floor, he found himself gasping for air through his weeping, not accustomed to such a deep grief.
"Why did you have to leave?"
#fallout 4#fo4#danse fallout 4#cutler#fev#bos fo4#paladin danse#danse fo4#might regret this later#cries into hands#cutler fo4
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Scary Dog Privilege 🐺 2/10
They go on many grand adventures…that always go wrong one way or another.
Xiao, at one point, contemplates creating an adepti good luck charm for Benny because Archons is the kid unlucky.
Do you know how many times he or Kazuha saved the kid from an unintentional demise? Too damn many.
Like Xiao is concerned for his well-being at this point.
How the hell does this kid function????
To be brutally honest, Xiao joined them not only to ensure the Walking Disaster’s safety, but to figure out how *vaguely gestures to Benny* he works.
I like to imagine Xiao as the tired babysitter from The Incredibles and Benny as Jack-Jack
He doesn't think the charm would help, but he makes one out of some leaves and twigs anyway and gives it to Benny.
Benny is so touched??? Xiao made him a good luck charm, but not just any! An adeptus good luck charm, so maybe it’ll help ward off the worst of it.
It uh…..certainly wards off like the minor bad luck like he doesn’t burn his food or stub his toe as much.
Kazuha? He’s just enjoying the chaos.
I like to think Kazuha joined Benny because it seemed like a nice change of pace and puts his observation skills to the test
Sadly, the wind can’t warn him fast enough on most days
He’s very observant (apart from the wind thing lmao) so he’s the first one to notice if something is bothering Xiao or if Benny is hiding how he’s feeling
Or if someone hides their wounds.
Interpret that as you will. I like to think Xiao or Benny would.
Xiao, to appear tough and because he’s used to working alone ever since his siblings passed. Benny because he wants to make sure the others are okay first, and maybe he feels bad about his luck rubbing off on them and doesn’t want to bother them more than he already has.
The Wind Thing™ is amazing to Benny and he’s in awe of Kazuha’s attunement to nature and the general awareness he has for their surroundings.
It kind of freaks Xiao out just a little.
A *tiny* bit. It’s just enough that when Kazuha first mentions that the wind told him something Xiao is giving him slight side-eye and a thought of Oh no he’s crazy flits across the back of his mind… until they investigate and find that Kazuha was right.
Xiao himself has really really good intuition from years of fighting, but nothing quite like the wind telling him something.
If it works, it works, so long as Kazuha isn’t bothered by it, he supposes. (Part of Xiao wonders if it was an evil demon or spirit… he definitely Did Not spend a week or two trying to make sure Kazuha’s wind thing wasn’t something he should conquer or banish or get that kid with the high yang energy…. Chongyun, to exorcise)
His extremely calm demeanor is slightly off-putting to Xiao
Despite that, Xiao notices when Kazuha starts to slow down in a fight or when cracks start to show in his calm facade (more on this *later*)
I like to think Kazuha reacts more internally than he does outwardly.
Like Kazuha does show emotion, but is more low key about it.
*The stove explodes and Benny just laughs. He’s covered in soot and his clothes are singed, but he smiles and tells them he accidentally got the lizard powder he has on him too close to the fire* “Ah I should have been more careful, I must have forgotten to take this out of my pocket when I was with Klee and Albedo a few weeks ago…”
Kazuha: *staring wide eyed with a strained smile* I… see, it’s lucky we weren’t too close then. *pats Benny’s back and helps clean up the camp*
Kazuha internally: What the fuck was that? Holy shit, I thought we were going to die… I might actually die if I keep traveling with him holy shit. How is he still alive????? How am I alive????
((Xiao stopped being surprised at the unlucky after traveling with Benny for a week))
I also like to think that Kazuha and Xiao will look at eachother like they’re in The Office once they’re used to Benny’s luck
*Benny burns the food once again* “Aw, man, I left it on too long!” *Kazuha looks over to Xiao, who had just gotten back from collecting firewood, like can you believe this kid? And Xiao just shrugs*
How does Kazuha say the most profound shit casually like it’s any other Tuesday??? Xiao is somewhat convinced Kazuha either had 1. Something traumatic happen to him or 2. Was definitely a priest or something at some point.
While Benny is like 75% sure Kazuha is some kind of poet that writes under a pen name.
He totally tries to discreetly figure out what Kazuha’s author name is lol and when he outright asks and Kazuha denies being an author all Benny can think is: “I see, he’s a private person and doesn’t want his identity to come out.”
*proceeds to try to “protect” Kazuha’s different identities anytime he thinks they’re getting exposed*
It goes on like this until they learn about Kazuha’s backstory (more on this *later*)
Xiao is like 90% sure Kazuha is high in one way or another half the time, and honestly? He'd join him if he didn't have to be the fucking sane one in the group.
Benny??
He’s just so happy to have travel companions tbh.
Benny keeps the mood up and his happy-go-lucky attitude often rubs off on the others
Even Xiao will find himself smiling slightly at Benny’s excitement
Though, his travel companions are a bit strange, but, hey, his dads at the guild taught him not to judge a book by its cover and it turned out Xiao and Kazuha are pretty cool!
And! They don’t seem to mind his bad luck!
Benny is the mastermind behind their expeditions and adventures, be it commissions that he gets through the guild or a rumor he’s heard in Liyue Harbor.
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact headcanons#team dynamics#scary dog privilege#Bennett#Xiao#Kazuha#you know they'd all be a little off put by Xiao and Kazuha#Kazuha is at least a little bit more of a “normal” wonderer/traveler#but xiao is like the silent judging type or at leadt you think he's judging lmao#benny is so happy to have traveling companions
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Small Michael and Puppet fic I made
There was a sense of uneasiness as Michael drove to Freddy’s for the night. It hadn't even been a week but Michael was already used to the dangers of the place but he knew he had to go there. Especially after what happened last night.
Several hours after his shift Michael still couldn't believe that he was somehow able to get out of the place alive but before he left the building for the day he looked over camera footage only to see the one that was responsible for keeping him alive. It was the oldest robot that Freddy’s had yet it seemed to be the one that had the least amount of problems compared to the other ones.
That robot being The Marionette.
Michael could vivdly remember when he was little, before the amount of death that the chain of restaurants his father had created, the creation of the robot. He would often run into his father's workshop where his father and his partner Henry Emily would be working to see how the process was coming along.
Of course this was back when Michael was amazed by his father which seemed funny thinking about it now but that wasn't the point. No the point being was that the only good robot was one of the first creations this chain had made. It took Henry and his father months to perfect the thing. It was their most complex design compared to something like Fredbear yet it was the one that had managed to stand the test of time.
For twenty years The Marionette in service and it didn't seem like that was going to change.
As Michael was getting closer and closer towards Freddy's he could feel his heart begin to pump faster and faster. He knew that he would be expected to work the night shift but that was okay. He just needed to know what was up with the place and the first thing to solve that mystery was The Marionette.
Michael carried on driving with memories he had of The Marionette carrying on flooding his mind. Most of them involved an old friend. Someone that Michael would have loved to spend the rest of his life with.
That person being Charlotte (or as everyone called her Charlie) Emily. Charlie was Michael's closest friend when he was younger but like everything in his life that happiness of being with Charlie was snatched away from him when he was 12. Thinking about her was always painful. As he would remember the final words he said to her before her life would be cut short.
'Stop thinking about her Michael.' He thought to himself trying his hardest to block out when he found her dead body. 'She's dead and you're with Marla now. So stop thinking about her.'
Thankfully he stopped thinking about his past friend as he arrived at the pizzeria. Stepping out of the car Michael took a deep breath before stepping inside the place. As he opened the entrance door he could hear someone talking.
"Unfortunately I guess we are out of time my dear friend." A masculine voice said. "But I think we would have lots to talk about tomorrow."
Michael heard the man's footsteps get closer and closer only for the man to be revealed.
"Oh Michael it's you." The man said his face beaming with joy.
The man was the manager of the location William Afton or to Michael his father.
"Is that much of a surprise?" Michael replied his tone was bitter contrasting his father's joyful nature.
"I think it is." William answered back. "I didn't think you would be the person who would like to do overtime that's all."
Michael scoffed. "Anyway you can leave now since I'm here."
"I know that." William said. "Anyway I hope you come what you are looking for."
Before Michael could register William's words he had left the building leaving Michael alone.
"Fucking freak." Michael muttered to himself before he went into the main dining room and towards the music box where The Marionette was placed.
Unclipping the locks to the box the robot sprung out as if it was waiting to be freed. Michael couldn't help but chuckle at the robot's movements but that quickly changed. Grabbing a chair Michael sat down and took another deep breath before asking his first question.
"Why did you help me?"
Silence.
"I know you can talk." Michael said. "I heard you talking last night to Freddy hell you talked to me back in the last location so answer my question."
Michael saw a slight reaction from the puppet but it still didn't reply.
"Look I know something is up around here and I'm trying to stop it before this place shuts down for good." Michael continued. "So just please answer my question."
There was another long pause before finally The Marionette spoke up.
"I was programmed to protect." The robotic voice coldly replied. "And I knew that I had to protect you."
Michael felt himself tense up. "You were programmed to protect kids not adults or security guards."
"I was programmed to help you Michael in any cases." The robot replied again. "Something I haven't been able to do in the past."
Questions immediately began flooding Michael’s mind.
"Do you mean the missing children’s incident?" Michael quickly asked.
The Marionette went silent.
"Oh don't go silent now answer me." Michael angrily shouted. "Tell me what you mean by this."
The Marionette looked right into Michael's eyes.
"Everything." It croaked out. "I couldn't stop the bite, I couldn't stop both missing kids, I couldn't protect the night guards, I couldn't even protect your brother."
Michael felt his stomach turn into knots at the mention of his brother.
"Why does that matter?" Michael asked again. "Why do you protect me when all the others try to kill me?"
"The others are like animals." The Marionette said its robotic filter going haywire as it carried on. "But I'm very aware."
"Aware how?"
"You might want to get to the office now." The Marionette said. "The others will be even more angry tonight."
The two sat in a painful awakard silence before Michael sighed and got up from his chair and began walking towards the office. Once he was there Michael couldn't help but allow even more questions flow into his head. Though as he was busy stuck in his own head he didn't pay attention to the lonely weeps coming from The Marionette.
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who would cas main in league, he wouldnt play isnt an answer the mans gender is at least 25% calling people slurs on mic
okay but what if what if um 🥺👉👈 someone wanted to write a thing but they were super anxious about getting cas’s voice right in part because by the nature of how you share your creative concepts the only solid vibe they get is Doesnt Talk A Lot, When He Does Its 90% Weird Rude Mean Shit, hence the cesare big top burger comparison
and fuckin um i forget if ive ever asked, i mostly process cas’s fuckedupedness through a lens of npd, but am more familar with bpd because my own brain garbage is a bit of both and having had many loved ones with bpd, does cas ever fully freak the fuck out in an insecure attachment way trying to make gortash Go Away or trying to leave himself(but coming back generally), might characterize that Oh No Hes Going To Die leaves forever cant handle loss unless he “choses” it meltdown in a similar menthol eelnessTM vein
i especially love thinking about cas being extremely insecure because reality will never live up to his delusions of self importance perfection and grandeur because fun fact :^) a side affect of those thought patterns is constant disappointment in a reality of self that can never meet those expectations :^^^)
casim “i AM perfect or ill DIE” carnavorn
honestly "Doesnt Talk A Lot, When He Does Its 90% Weird Rude Mean Shit" is pretty on point here😭😭 I used to say like everyone desires him and then he opens his mouth and theyre like "hmmm yeah idk if this one's worth it chief". Like he has no filter at all but it isn't like he doesn't do it on purpose it's more like he goes out of his way to make sure everyone leaves in a worse mood than before, if that makes sense? Gortash would join in though honestly.... type of situation where Gortash tries to introduce them to some noble family on a party and Cas just drops that some poor girl looks like a fat cow (see this is funnier considering that he stands next to Gortash but ain't nobody gonna say that back) 🙏
aside from that though like.... in private? I suppose this may be more of a tone thing and I'm a VERY mid writer so I couldn't even tell you how I'd show this of the top of my head but I suppose he's more... clearly affectionately teasing? because yeah he obviously stays teasing and calls him a fat bastard in private still and such but it's very obvious if you look at them for a second that it's like a far cry from how he treats everyone else (smth smth his gaze very clearly softens and he allows himself to giggle and you can tell that they have been knowing each other for a long time)
okay sorry im YAPPING but ! ....If you want to write something I'd be over the fucking moon either way honestly like??😭 tbh I think you sound like you get him a lot already but also let me just say additionally... I see Cas as a character that's pretty flexible anyways because he erm... he has mood swings but also doesn't really have smth I'd consider a set speech pattern or something that he needs to sound in character?
anyways concerning the npd/bpd thing I never quite drew a line for him or anything to put him more into one camp but. I mean yeah based on the dying of old age scenario... LMFAOO but also yeah he does. Cas is the type of person that will literally leave the city for months or lock himself in and try to "become a new person" (he literally has moment where he's like "maybe I should just become who Bhaal wants me to be. maybe it would be easier") if there's some dispute with Gortash. It usually ends with Gortash forcing him to meet him again and Cas being something along the lines of "oh my fucking god can I just stop loving you already" but yeagh u know the fact that Gortash is kinda the only person he ever liked or even saw as a friend just makes it worse tbh
and the insecurities/delusions thing? yeah exactly what you said. a lot of his insecurities are insane too tbh like "I can never be what everyone desires" but then he loses it if he's NOT what someone desires, Gortash saying smth along the lines of "I like women too" would be enough to make him walk off a ledge because he can't be that part (smth smth I can be most perfect man on the planes but I'll never be a woman. funnier when u know he could use incubus illusion magic but he refused to his whole life). But anyways yeah as I said once Cas is like... a DEEPLY insecure person at his core even if he'd never admit or think that it shows
anyways after this analysis... Cas plays adc and shits on every support he plays with💯 He mains aphelios because he wants to look at a man but also because he thinks he's better than anyone else for playing a complex champ... hope u see my vison
#blakemail#cas lore#i thinks....#i think gortash said that ONCE btw just to piss him off but he didnt know to what extent and it genuinely made Cas leave the city#this ones def a deep fucking trauma from his incubus days because of some weird incubus/succubus rivalry that got really out of hand#actually everything is a trauma from that time he got there like when he was a bit TOO YOUNG#fatphobia#mention i suppose
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