#so i would like it done and dusted by now
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This is my first time requesting something but HEAR ME OUT, "Slow Cuddle-fucking with og Sukuna while he is holding (and caressing) Reader (His wife) tightly and praising her (with him having size(difference) and breeding kink) oneshot please please please PLEASESSS😭
𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: NAH CUZ I SEE THE VISION, HOLD ON–
⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - monster-fucking (he got 2 dicks, y'all) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - spooning dp position - breast fondling + nipple play - breeding kink - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - dacryphilia - pet names ([little]dove, good girl, my wife, woman) - soft! kuna, but not too OOC - mention of drool/spit and tears.
⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k
“Stay still, woman…Mmnnn, good girl, nice and easy…”
It’s not a rarity for Sukuna to have his hands on you as you two slept through the night. After all, he is the King of Curses; asking permission to touch his is beneath him. You were made for him to hold – sculpted for his cursed hands to touch – everyone else was far behind or had no standing compared to your demonic husband. And with you both sharing a futon every night, who’s supposed to tell him to keep his hands to himself?
You, his little spouse, knew of this. Marrying the King of Curses was something you never imagined would happen — let alone falling in love with the giant man! You’ve always had dreams of becoming a sweet little partner to someone; for that to be fulfilled by the cursed man who could kill thousands in the blink of an eye is astounding.
And, of course, being a wife entails all the duties accompanying the package. Especially now, as you two lie together on the floor, nude bodies nestled close on the futon above the tatami floor, and your naked figure trembling from the insertion of one of Sukuna’s paired cock. And your heart drops at the second one brushing up against the crevice of your ass when he pushes the one inside your throbbing, velvety channel.
“Mmmph…! Sukuna, no,” you whined, your butt inching away from the second member. “I can’t handle both—“
“Don’t lie; you’ve done it before and did it well,” a hand brings your waist to him. “Or maybe I should just have one of the concubines take care of me, seeing as though my own wife is neglecting their duties.”
He wouldn’t do that; Sukuna’s interest in his insignificant mistresses had long been diminished once he took you up as his bride, practically collecting dust as he hadn’t visited them since you shared a bed with him. Now, he uses them as tools to probe you. And he has to hold back the mischievous snicker when your eyes widen with anxiousness, wrapping your arms around his neck in desperation.
“N–No, please!” You pleaded; it was the only sufficient approach. “I’ll be good to you, I promise!”
The four-eyed curse scoffs. “Then do what you’re supposed to,” Each crimson orb takes in information about your bashful expression, “And attend to your husband like a wife should.”
Further complaints cease at his command, so you quiet down and arch your behind to him submissively. Sukuna takes your initiation with his hungry bottom hand on your ass, squeezing the flesh as you guide his other dick to your lubed asshole. With a hum, he pushes himself and forces you to take his cocks with your bottom, needing a few seconds to breathe when your holes reach the base of his members.
“Good girl,” he says to your ear to make you shudder, and he lifts your leg with the hand that finished groping your asscheek. “Obeying me so well like always…”
He begins to move without a signal, slowly pulling himself in and out of your warm wetness that coats his length with your slick. You can’t help but grip the girth limbs that massage your insides, involuntarily throbbing on them with shaky breaths.
“Mmmaah, ohhhmyG—Mmm!” Speech isn’t easy, even with his upper left hand cupping your cheeks. And your brows furrow as the upper right sneaks to grope a breast. “Faaahh, Suk..una, I’m too full already…”
“Mmm? Is that so?” Sukuna asks with a patronizing tone, licking the helix of your ear to hear you gasp. “But we’ve barely started yet, my wife. Don’t bore me before I can enjoy you yet.”
His hips go at a gradual cadence that has you keening a mess, the sensation of the veins of his cocks felt by the walls of your holes. You howl silently, not wanting to make too much noise.
But that doesn’t fly with your husband, speaking to your ear with that hoarse voice. Almost has you melting as he squishes with your cheeks, “Let it out, princess,” he commands. “I want to hear that voice; don’t you dare hide that from me.”
Fuck, the way you felt on his dicks was so fucking good, having the cursed behemoth burrow his face into the cubby of your neck. Slow kisses on your skin segway to sucks that should mark for later. He could never get enough of how small you were up against him. His giant palm swallowed your tit, your ass bouncing with every thrust, and how damn tight you were as you accommodated the two members making your entrances busy.
Goddamn it, he bites his lip, dialing up the speed of his ruts a bit. Scratching your inner walls has you squeaking louder, unable to stop yourself when he grinds his hips after a sudden grim pound. So warm and snug for him as if you were meant for him. He knew you were meant for him — taking his huge, fat shafts with no objections, just arching your back further so the sensation could be more pleasurable like the loyal, little pet you are. “Hmngh…! Yeah, just like that, little dove; keep clenching around me like that…”
Restraint was gone long ago, letting your voice and shrieks fly out and fill the quiet bedroom. The sound of his skin shaking against your ass, the heat of your cheeks making it hard to think, and the shivers crawling your spine with every graze to your sweet spots. Everything feels like a haze, your brain too clouded to think outside this moment.
And then you sense the hand on your breast let go, slithering down to your unattended clitoris, which has your eyes shoot wide as your demon husband presses down. “—Khhff! Nooo, ‘Kunaa, you mustn’t…!”
He lifts a brow with a grin; you dare question him? “And why shouldn’t I?” He pinches the delicate bud, resulting in a scream sneaking past your lips. “Hmm? Plead for yourself.”
“Becau—Ahhh! Mmmm, I’ll cum. I’m gonna cumm…”
“Then don’t,” Sukuna doesn’t remove his digits playing with your clit, and the hand on your chin pulls your face to look at him. “Cum without my permission, and I’ll make sure to not be so kind next time...” His words carry a warning filling your bones with apprehension, yet his soft lips greet yours and he hums into your mouth. The kiss serves as a distraction from his thick digits gently swiping on the pearl.
The rhythm of his hips, however, increases in speed and prompts more moans to be taken by Sukuna. Drool trickles down your lips, same with tears that welled up earlier from the insertion of his girth inside your ass. Your eyes roll at the jab to your silky walls, breaking the sweet yet passionate kiss to cry out as your husband’s fat balls smack your ass.
“—Ooooo, fuuuck, I can’t,” your eyelids shield your vision, using the rest of your senses to indulge in this euphoric pleasure. “‘Kuna, I’m so close, so—Ooohh!”
“Me too…Ghhh! Shit, me too…” Sukuna presses his hot face to yours when you throw it back, licking the tears off your sweaty skin. You looked so stunning like this, all disheveled and immodest because of him. “Gonna take my load, huh?” He licks the sweat off your shoulder and bites when you don’t respond. “Answer me, Y/n.”
“—Ahhh, yes!”
That’s not enough. “I said,” he pinches your clit again as he gives slow yet rough ruts to your holes. And he can tell by your twitching that you’re doing everything in our power not to come. “Answer me.”
Holy shit, this was borderline torture. “Mmmph! OhhhLord, ‘Kunaaa, I want you to fill me up. Pleasee, pleasepleaseee, I wanna be full; wanna be all ‘round and fat with your child…!”
“Keh, dumb pet; who said I wanted a brat, huh?” He scoffs, yet you can hear the groan as he licks and sucks on your neck while squishing your hot, tear-stricken cheeks. “Fine then; go on and cum with me. So damn needy for my seed…”
Sukuna brings your chin for another steamy kiss, his lower left hand holding yours as his pelvis goes at an irregular pace. Your muffled shrills are taken by feisty lips, teeth clashing with his fangs before sucking on his tongue, and the upper left hand releases your chin to caress your chest once more, tweezing the nipple along with swipes to your clit.
Release gradually creeps up your shaky frame, crying to his mouth when your chasm and anus pucker around the lengths that graze your walls with the tips. Sukuna is not too far behind you, pumping his load into you with a few harsh plunges, making your contracting cunt and rear full of his hot and thick semen. The lower right hand propping your leg up leaves soft kneads on your inner thigh, hoisting it up further so his shafts are deep enough until his pulsing balls meet your ass.
You withdrew from his lips to breathe, your figure quivering through the aftershocks, and your slit and asshole still flutter around his girths. And you mewl when he kisses your cheek and temple.
“Mmm, that’s my princess,” he purrs while placing your leg down to massage your waist. “Such a good dove…”
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love me harder | m. verstappen
hypothesis - max is on the brink of losing you. however, after a fatal accident…
pairing - max verstappen x fem!driver!reader
[fic is inspired by “love me harder” by ariana grande ft. the weeknd
“baby, in the moment, you’ll know this is, something bigger than us and beyond bliss”
“could you just look at me?” you yelled as max just kept walking a few steps ahead of you.
“can’t. race is about to start.”
stepping into a quicker pace you place yourself in front of max and the garage door, “when was the last time you told me you loved me?”
your eyes searched his face, desperately trying to find a glimpse of the max that you knew, the max you fell in love with, the max you married. the hand you placed on his chest, you could feel the steady rhythmic thump of his heart.
“you really want to do this now?”
“yes! i never see you anymore!”
max scoffed, eyes rolling as he looked back down at his phone, “sorry that i’m busy.”
your hand fell back to your side, “i’m busy too max, yet i still try.”
he nodded his head, eyes not lifting from the rectangular square. you sighed, your hands landing on your hips. is this what you’ve become now?
“is our marriage still worth fighting for, max?”
he looked up. eyes piercing through yours. you cannot believe the words just left your mouth, but it felt relieving to finally utter the words that has been haunting you for weeks.
“i’m not doing this with you right now, y/n,” max steps around you, “good luck with your race.”
~~
it was a millisecond.
you missed the turn by a millisecond and hamilton came crashing into you, sending your right wing and two tires flying. the car skidding across the track and landed upside down.
the force of the impact shoved your head against the steering wheel, hard, bouncing back against the seat.
damage had been done. to you and your car.
to lewis’ as well.
unbeknownst to max, who was in the lead, adrenaline coursing though his veins at the thought of his fourth podium for the season.
he was thriving, the car succumbing to his every command. the engine roaring sending shivers throughout his whole body.
the grin on his face turned devilish. he’s so close.
“max,” christians voice in his ears broke his train of thought, but his eyes never once lost sight of the track in front of him.
“the car’s doing great, no need to worry. podium is secure,” max declared excitingly. he took the turn, groaning at the strain it took on his body.
“though, sainz is on my tail the whole fucking time.”
christian sighed, not at all what max had expected, but he couldn’t be bothered by his team principal’s pms at the moment.
“max, there was a crash.”
another turn, another groan.
sainz could be spotted in max’ peripheral vision. he pushed the car harder, engine roaring, sending max flying away from carlos.
“who crashed?” he asked as he fiddled with the buttons on the wheel, checking if everything is still steady. he has at least seven more laps to go.
“y/n.”
dead silent.
heavy thick as your name registered in his mind. the grin that has been on his face had been wiped down. his lips sticking to his teeth.
“max?” christian asked, waiting a few moments. there was no response from the dutch.
he felt as if his body went numb, limb for limb. his arms felt wonky - not like the grip he had on the wheel mere moments ago. his breathing became shallow, his lungs struggling to capture enough oxygen, his brain malfunctioning.
next thing he knew he was crashing into sandbags.
the impact knocking sense back into him. sand dust flying everywhere.
“max!” christian exclaimed, “are you injured?”
“how’s she? is she alive?” max frantically asked. you didn’t have a choice - you had to be alright. you couldn’t be hurt, max would loose his head if you where. who crashed into you? how hard was the impact?
max got out of the car, “christian, fucking answer me!”
the line was silent for a couple of moments, “she’s stable. unconscious, but stable. no further news yet. she has been rushed to the ER.”
cars blasted past him, deafening noise drumming his ears.
“i need to get to her.”
“max, the race -“
“fuck the race, that’s my fucking wife!”
~
the doors of the ER bursted open, a very sweaty, and breathless max stood there, his eyes frantically looking around for anyone who could assist him.
he still had his suit on, christian hot on his trail.
“y/n, i need to know where y/n verstappen is,” he asked, accent thick as he slapped his hands on the receptionist desk.
she looked up at him, “any relation?”
max scoffed, “my wife.”
her fingers made quick work on the keyboard, “your wife is in surgery.”
max’ shoulders slumped and christian took hold of it, shooting a quick thanks to the nurse and led him in another direction. he swiped his hands though his hair, pulling at it, feeling his frustration grow and bubble at the bottom of his throat.
he could scream.
max paced the hallway, up and down. maybe minutes - maybe hours. he didn’t know. all he did know was that he’s staying.
why didn’t he tell you he loved you. with every fibre of his being he loved you. he craved you, constantly. the thought of you was all that he needed to survive - but knowing that you were his wife, made him whole.
you were the person who stood by him whilst he was working through his troubles with his father. on the nights when fear surrounded him, the comforting hand of you, his wife, brought him peace. on the days when he was on his happiest, it was on the days he spent with you.
you made him. you showed him to be max verstappen.
his wife.
~~
news spread around the paddock, like a wild fire. sky sport tv airing out to fans and viewers to keep you in their prayers and thoughts.
some of your and max’ closest friends took off straight away to the hospital, supporting max even though he didn’t even acknowledge them.
they were still there.
an apology from lewis was sent out world wide, and he even made an appearance to max, but the dutch only glared at him, taking hold of his collar, making his friends jump and take hold of max.
“if she doesn’t make it out of here, you’ll regret ever setting foot on a paddock again. i’ll kill you.”
his voice was icy as he spat the words at lewis, baring his teeth. daniel stepped in between the two and pushed max back by his chest.
max’ eyes never left lewis’ retreating from.
~~
“verstappen, y/n.”
max was in front of the doctor in a second, his eyes pleading his for good news. the doctor smiled at him and gave him what he was searching for.
“she’s asleep, but she’s an extreme fighter. you’ve got no worries, mr verstappen.”
he swore he could cry.
the doctor told him the room you were in and max wasted no time rushing towards it.
he searched the numbers above the doors for room one-o-one. his number. a bit of pride bursting in his chest, fate really had put you two together.
max stepped into the room and his heart broke.
machines connected to your heart, the beeping sound being the only indication that you are in fact alive. various cuts and bruises formed along your face. a neck brace adorned. oxygen mask on your beautiful face.
max stifled a sob as he crashed into a seat near your bed, scooting closer and taking hold of your hand. his thumb drawing patterns on your knuckles.
even in your unconscious mind your body still knew that it was your max, the heart monitor speeding up slightly.
it caused him to chuckle, “mijn schatje, mijn alles, i am so sorry. this should’ve never happened to you.”
he squeezed your palm, pressing a tender kiss to the flesh, “fight, stay strong for me, yeah? so that i can love you right this time.”
~~
a gentle knock at the door roused max from his sleep. his hand was still tucked in yours.
max turned towards the door, lando stood there.
a soft smile on his face with a gym bag in his hand, “mate, i brought you some clothes - the suit can not be comfortable.”
he chuckled and motioned for his muppet friend to come in. lando placed the bag by the door and walked closer to stand next to max. he placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
“how’s the missus?”
max looked at you, a lump the size of a bull frog lodged itself in his throat, “she’s good, doc said she’s a real fighter.”
“she is a verstappen, ey?” lando nudged max’ shoulder who just chuckled in response. he felt guilty, ashamed, contrast to who he was. he shouldn’t have had to treat his wife like shit. you just wanted to know he loves you.
“look, mate, don’t beat yourself up about what happend, see this as a new beginning.”
max nodded, “she just wanted me to say that i love her. shit, i should’ve just said it to her. the crash-“
“is not your fault, you couldn’t have possibly predicted an accident to happen.”
he shook his head and looked at the bag by the door, “i’m going to change, would you mind maybe staying here. i don’t want to leave her alone.”
“yeah, of course mate.”
~~
two weeks later
“don’t strain yourself so much, schat,” max’ voice was gentle as he looked at your from his seat on the couch. within mere moments he stood in front of you, large palms pressed to your hips to help you walk the last few remaining steps.
this last couple of weeks changed. your marriage changed. max changed.
he was waiting on you hand and foot, even though you have told him multiple times that certain things you can do on your own, he still insisted.
the one noticeable change for yourself and everyone surrounding you was the fact that max openly, whenever he got the chance told you he loved you.
whether it be when you’re making dinner, doing dishes, walking beside him on the paddock - he’d say he loves you with a kiss pressed to your temple. it was and still is absolute bliss.
your recovery went by fast, splendid as your doctor had put it. with time and patience, he said, you’d be back on the track in no time.
when your socked feet took the last step, max couldn’t help the face splitting grin that adorned his face.
“look at you go, speedy,” he smiled as he took hold of your head and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. speedy. the nickname max had dubbed you the moment you overtook him when you first met.
speedy. the nickname max had dubbed you the moment you stole his heart.
speedy. the nickname max had used in his vows the moment you took his last name.
max made sure that you didn’t strain yourself too much in the recovery process, he treated you like you were his fine china, bubble wrapping your heart and by God, swearing that he’d never let his actions and words ever hurt you again.
he poured so much love into you. you practically glowed in comparison to when the argument had occurred.
his love.
his wife.
max made sure you knew how much he adored you, loved you, craved you.
“ik hou van je, mijn schat.”
and you knew he did.
fin.
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{the proposal- kuroo}
on today’s episode of “rev accidentally disregards the polls she made”, we have this fic :3 I actually adore this one, it was so fun to write!! hope you enjoy <3 also… thank you sm for 1k followers 😭🫶🏻 that’s huge, I appreciate everyone sm 🥹
gn!reader, no physical descriptions. fluff fluff fluff. alcohol mentions, drunk reader. dialogue heavy at the start.
“You need to propose to me.”
Kuroo, who is enjoying his drink, begins to choke. “I what?”
You roll your eyes with a barely concealed smile.
“Not for real, silly, just a fake one.”
He looks at you like you’ve gone insane. “I’m not following.”
“We’re broke university students, do you really think we can afford to pay for more than two drinks tonight? If you propose, I bet people would make a drunken mistake and offer to buy us a celebration round.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him as he continues to give you that same incredulous look.
“That’s-“ he cuts himself off before he can finish that thought and starts with a new one. “I doubt that would work. I mean, maybe at a restaurant with free dessert, but a bar? Really?”
“I’ve seen it done in stranger places!” You defend yourself. “Besides, you’ve been sipping on your drink for the past 25 minutes. If the ice had poison in it, you’d be dead by now,” you lean back and cross your arms.
Your boyfriend just shakes his head. “Your mind is a very interesting place. Alright, fine. We’ll do it, but if it doesn’t work that’s going to be really embarrassing. Hand me your ring, I’ll do it when more people are around.”
You only have to wait another ten minutes before a group of business men having a meeting a couple of tables over appear to be drunk enough to invest in young love.
Your boyfriend nods once to signal that he’s going to do it and soon enough he’s on one knee, fake tears forming at the corners of his eyes and a dusting of pink on his cheeks that make you want to kiss them.
(Your heart jumps that the thought that he could do this for real one day).
“You’re the love of my life,” he begins, and you make a mental note that he either has a bright future in acting or his drink really is too strong, despite his insistence that he could handle it earlier.
A lady one table over gasps and draws more attention to the performance in front of the customers.
“And I absolutely adore every single thing about you. I had a whole plan for this, but with the way you’re looking tonight, I can’t wait a second longer. We’ve managed to get many years together already, and I’d be honoured to spend the rest of our lives just like this. Will you marry me?”
You’re genuinely touched at his words and the sincerity in his tone almost makes you forget it’s fake.
Not wanting to make your audience wait much longer, you make a big show of nodding your head and jumping into his crouched form with a loud “yes!”
Drunken cheers are only background noise while you press against his chest. His heartbeat eliminates the chance of you focusing on anything but him.
Kuroo tips his head down to whisper, “think we pulled it off?”
You nod against him and start to get up. He looks over to see one of the drunk business men coming over to greet you.
“Congratulations on your engagement! Let us buy the happy couple some drinks!”
The man’s face is flushed and he gestures to his table. “Order whatever you’d like, it’ll be put on our tab.”
You fake surprise. “Oh my goodness, that’s very generous of you, but we could never take advantage of your kindness like that!”
Beside you, your ‘fiancé’ stifles a laugh but the man doesn’t notice. “No, I insist! You should celebrate.”
This time Kuroo takes over. “Ah… well, thank you, sir. Rest assured we won’t go too crazy.”
The man laughs and claps him on the back. “What a polite couple of kids you are! Reminds me of me and my wife,” he winks before heading back to his table, whistling some tune.
You spin around and look up at your boyfriend with a smug grin. “So what are we getting first?”
A couple of hours later, you’re both stumbling into your campus apartment, giggling and trying to shush each other despite not having any other roommates.
You somehow manage to get through your night routines and fall back into your bed soon after. You’re a far more wasted than Kuroo is (he always drinks less than you to be able to take care of you), so he tries to get you to sip on some water.
He watches you with a silly grin as you fiddle with your “engagement” ring. You’ve since slipped it back onto your index finger where it originally was this evening, but you move it back to your ring finger and fiddle with it.
“I think…” your words are slightly slurred and laced with sleep. “I mean, I know… that I don’t want my real engagement ring to be diamond.”
His grin widens so much his cheeks begin to hurt. “No? So what will it be, baby?”
You form your own smile. “I’m sure I’ll love whatever you come up with. You know me best after all.”
He forces you to take another sip of water when your words don’t get any less coherent. While you drink he thinks of the ruby ring tucked away somewhere at Kenma’s house. You’re far too good at sniffing out clues and he’s never been good at keeping secrets from you.
You’re still in university, it’s far too soon to get engaged for real- you’ve both always said you wanted to wait until you’re done with school- but he’s been saving up for that ring since high school. he’s always knows you would be the one for him.
So when the time comes he’ll be ready. With a speech much better than whatever he said tonight.
“Alright, let’s get some sleep. You’re going to have the worst hangover tomorrow, you haven’t had that much to drink in a while.”
You tug at his wrist before he can shut the lamp off. “Wait, don’t you want to celebrate our engagement?”
“Sleep, baby.”
You pout a bit. “Don’t you think we celebrated enough tonight?”
You stare at him and he sighs. “There’s plenty of time for celebrating our fake engagement some more tomorrow,” he shuts the lamp off and wrangles you down with him. “Now it’s time for sleep.”
“‘m not tired,” you mumble, obviously lying. “I could go all night.”
You settle onto your pillow and he strokes your cheek. “I know, sweetheart, you’re a fighter.”
You nod as you begin to doze off.
He notices the ring still on your finger and he smiles softly.
The hangover you’ll be sporting tomorrow will definitely have been worth it.
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Partner in crime
Alastor x gn! reader
Warnings: OOC, death, inaccurate portrayal of getting shot
Song used
You and Alastor had known each other for years, you were close childhood friends at least you thought you were,
You remember your mothers calling the two of you a couple of peas in a pod, or partners in crime,
It was funny, who would've thought the two of you would actually become partners in crime.
Maybe if you didn't have an unhealthy codependency on Alastor you wouldn't had ended up like you did.
When you're gone I feel alone again
You scrubbed away at the floor, cleaning away any remnant of the blood that was spilled that evening, Alastor had gone to bury the remains of the poor man he had slaughtered.
The voices cannot hold my hand
You would lure them in, you were good at lulling others into a false sense of security,
They keep me company at very best
and he'd kill them when they least expected it, sometimes you felt guilty but Alastor would be quick to convince you that your guilt was unnecessary, that the people whose lives the two of you stole away deserved it.
Distract me from my loneliness
They did deserve it right?
Maybe I'm just an anomaly
You continued scrubbing the floor clean, but no matter how hard you scrubbed you could never wash away the fact that someone had died there
Even my demons have their families
You wondered how their families reacted to their loved ones death, were they mournful, were they joyful? Did they not care? Did they even notice?
Truly something must be wrong with me
Would anyone notice if you died? Besides Alastor you didn't have many friends, sure you were kinda friends with Mimzy but that was only because of Alastor, and your family, well, let's not talk about that.
You really didn't have anyone but Alastor, and you were alright with that, if you had Alastor the rest of the world could burn for all you cared.
To need you as much as I do
You heard the door open, you hurriedly dropped the towel into the bucket of now cold water, grabbing another rag you wiped away the remaining liquid.
I was never meant to win
You smiled up at Alastor from the ground.
I was never meant to win
"Welcome back Alastor!"
I was never meant to win
Codependency is truly more harmful then people give it credit for.
You'd sacrifice anything, anyone just to remain by Alastor's side, just to see him smile which he did often.
Here's the reigns
You had done this who knows how many times,
Take ahold of me
Lure them in, hand over to Alastor and then clean up the aftermath while he hid the corpse.
Please don't let me go
You didn't change the routine by much, there wasn't much of a mess this time so Alastor asked that you tag along with him this time.
You do the talking
You held the lantern lighting his area as he dug a deep grave, wouldn't want the body resurfacing anytime soon right?
Sew up my mouth if I can't keep it closed
You whispered something to him before he climbed out of the hallow grave getting ready to put the poor soul he had mercilessly killed in it.
There's a dog barking right around the block
He had just gotten done burying the corpse, you were sat comfortably on the ground with the lantern in your lap, he reached out his hand to help you up.
You both froze when you heard the unmistakeable sound of dogs barking.
And a big ol' whistle blow
Alastor looked at you and you looked back at him, you quickly took his hand to pull yourself up, lantern in your free hand.
Run for it
The two of you ran, you could faintly hear the leaves crunching underneath your feet, the cold night wind stinging your face.
I'll keep em occupied for you
The barking got louder, and you tripped over a tree root, lantern falling onto the grass the candle inside falling just at the right angle to extinguish leaving you in the darkness, the only light coming from the moon and stars above.
Alastor kept running, did he know you fell? He wouldn't abandon you right?
Cause I love you, I love you so
You got up, not bothering to dust yourself off you continued running, you couldn't see Alastor.
Left me hangin at the station
You heard shouting.
Where was Alastor? Did he notice you were missing yet?
But you'll be back for me soon
You saw a glimpse of light.
I'm 'bout to die
You didn't even have time to make a noise as a gunshot was fired into your chest, you fell to the ground.
Where was Alastor? Did he get away? Or was he shot down like you were?
Yet the only thing I find i'm worried about is you
You shakily put a hand to the place where the bullet had just entered you, honestly it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would.
Something tells me you aren't coming
Your vision began to become blurry, was it the blood loss? You didn't think you'd die that quickly,
Would you get to see Alastor one last time?
Guess that I'm truly doomed
Alastor didn't notice you were gone did he? Or maybe he did? Did you really think a future cannibal, present serial killer like Alastor would come back for you? You were a liability.
I'm 'bout to die
It was funny, you knew what kind of person he was and you still held out hope that he wouldn't abandon you.
Yet the only thing I find I'm worried about is you
You still held out hope even as your blood covered the forest ground.
Tears swelled up in your eyes as you gazed up at the night sky,
You wondered if Alastor was looking up at the sky too, maybe he had gotten home already?
I'm 'bout to die
It was a good night to die, the last sight you'd see would be the star filled night sky.
Yet the thing on my mind seems to nearly be nothing but you
Alastor let out a string of French words as he turned around to go fetch you, hoping that you weren't too far behind.
I overhear your brain when it's close to mine
Branches and leaves crunched under his shoes as he sped through the woods.
Oh, I know that we're not the same
Your hope that he'd come back for you was slowly dwindling, the voices from before had disappeared, maybe they had fled, maybe they didn't know what they did, or maybe they just didn't care.
My heart's on the line
Alastor stopped by a tree for a moment to catch his breath, the only source of light was the moon and stars above.
I'm just a pawn in your game
To Alastor you were a expendable friend.
Not your partner in crime
In all reality though, To Alastor you were everything, he'd go through hell and back if you asked, he'd take down the most ruthless of people if it'd make you smile.
And you're slowly killing me
You felt tired, you wanted to close your eyes but you fought to keep them open.
You didn't want to die.
Taking your time
Alastor continued running, soon enough he stumbled upon you.
You're slowly killing me, taking your time
With red soaked clothing you laid limp on the ground.
You're slowly killing me
"[Name]? Mon étoile?"
Taking your- I was never meant to win
You smiled as you heard Alastor's voice.
You're slowly killing me
You didn't know if you were imagining it or if he really came back for you,
Maybe it was a last act of comfort given to you before you died.
Taking your- I was never meant to win
Alastor leaned down beside you, he gently put a hand on your cheek.
You're slowly killing me
You smiled at him, just barely being able to mutter an "Alastor."
And yet I don't mind You were never meant to win
You couldn't keep your eyes open anymore.
You're slowly killing me,
The last thing you saw was Alastor, and the last thing you heard was another gunshot.
But please take your time
At least the two of you would be reunited soon enough.
Good evening folks! Originally I was supposed to post the murder Valentino with JoJo Siwa playing in the background fic today but I hit a slump with the ending and plus I think may have eaten something unfortunate because I feel sick so uh, BACK TO BACK ANGST Y'ALL, ALASTOR TODAY, TV MAN TOMORROW!
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Mushy May Day 12&13 - First Time & Just Wanted to Hear Your Voice (Aether/Dew)
Uh oh, starting to fall behind now. Here's my combined entry for days 12 and 13. A million thank yous to @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May again this year and to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!
Day 12 & 13: First Time and "Just Wanted to Hear Your Voice" - Aether/Dew, first time phone sex, praise kink, no other warnings, rated E/Mature, 1929 words
It’s late when Aether’s phone starts to buzz. He’s already tucked into bed and ready to turn in for the night when Dew’s picture pops up on the incoming call notification. He picks up before the second ring.
“Hey,” Dew says casually. Aether can’t help but immediately notice the tired edge he hears in the fire ghoul’s voice.
“Hi Dew,” Aether answers, happy to hear from his favorite ghoul despite the late hour of the night. “How are you?”
Dew gives a noncommittal little grunt. “Fine,” he answers. “Bored though. Horny. Nobody around, though…” he trails off.
Aether lets out a laugh. The little ghoul must be lonely. As hard as he’s trying to sound nonchalant about it, Aether knows how much he hates to be alone. That he prefers to spend his nights pressed against one of his packmates. That privilege used to fall on Aether more often than not, at least it did before he stepped away from the band to dedicate himself to helping in the infirmary full-time.
“Who are you rooming with tonight?” Aether asks, genuinely surprised that Dew would ever find himself all alone.
“Nobody. Phantom ditched me to spend the night with Swiss and Rain,” Dew answers with a yawn that he hopes will hide the disappointment in his voice.
“Well that’s new,” Aether answers, sitting up in bed, genuinely intrigued. He's happy that it sounds like the newest ghoul is finding his place in the pack, though he feels bad that Dew seems to be feeling a little left out because of it.
“Not to me it isn’t,” Dew says, sounding more than a little bit annoyed. “They’ve been going at it nonstop for the past week. You should see the three of them trying to cram themselves all into Swiss’ bunk to fuck on the bus.”
Dew is quiet for a minute. Aether can hear the blankets rustle over the phone as he settles into his bed. He can tell he’s turning something over in head, so he gives him time and waits for him to speak again.
“I just wanted to hear your voice, Aeth,” he admits softly. “Lonely out here without you.” Dew lets out a sad little sigh.
The sincerity in Dew’s voice breaks Aether’s heart. He knows that if he were out there with them, he and Dew would probably be curled up together between scratchy hotel sheets, making the most of their night off with lazy kisses and wandering hands. He wishes he could reach through the phone and pull the little ghoul into his warm nest back home, to wrap his arms around him and remind him how loved he is.
"I want to try something," Aether says after a few moments of silence. “You can say no if it’s not something you like, though.”
Dew perks up. “Yeah?” he asks, already interested. “What is it?”
“Will you take your clothes off for me?” Aether asks, a little nervous, but hopeful. “Get undressed and get yourself nice and comfy on the bed. I want to take care of you tonight.”
Dew is silent for a moment, and then Aether hears more rustling, the sound of blankets and pillows moving around as Dew adjusts himself on the hotel bed.
“Already in just my underwear…,” Dew answers quietly. If Aether were there he’s sure he’d see a light blush dusting the little ghoul’s sharp cheekbones. That Dew would insist he isn't embarrassed despite it. They’ve had each other in every way imaginable by now, but this is the first time either of them have ever done anything over the phone. Up until now, they’d never been apart long enough to warrant it.
“Take those off too,” Aether asks. “And put the phone on speaker.”
He listens as Dew shuffles around on the bed, and Aether can just picture the way he lifts those skinny little hips up off the bed to shimmy his underwear off and slide them down his thighs. Distantly, he registers the soft little thud of fabric hitting the floor.
“Dew?” Aether checks in, “You ok with this?” He knows Dew would tell him otherwise, but this is new territory for both of them, so he feels that he has to check in, just in case.
“Mm, yeah,” Dew affirms. “Gettin’ hard already, Aeth. Now what?”
Aether grins to himself. He knew Dew would be game, and he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t something he fantasized about doing the second he found out he wouldn't be going out on tour with the rest of the pack.
“Lie back and get comfy, baby,” Aether purrs. “Get comfy and close your eyes, think of me there with you. I want you to hear my voice and imagine it’s me there. That I’m the one touching you.”
“Can you do that for me, Dew?” Aether asks, voice low and gravelly, imagining just how sweet Dew must look spreading himself out on the sheets out there all by himself, just waiting for Aether’s instructions.
“Yeah,” Dew answers in a breathy voice just above a whisper. “Yeah, I can.”
He must have the phone propped up on the pillow next to his face, because Aether can hear his shallow little breaths loud and clear through the phone receiver. He takes a minute to adjust himself in his sweatpants at the thought.
“Good, now touch yourself for me, baby,” Aether tells him, “Want you to run your palms up your chest nice and slow.” He stops, gives Dew a moment to do as he asked him. “Do it just like I would. How I would stop and feel those sweet little tits in the palms of my hands. Now give a little tug on your pretty jewelry for me, just enough to get your nipples nice and sensitive.”
Aether walks him through it, has Dew wet his fingertips with his tongue and pinch and tug at those sweet little buds, soft at first and then harder. Just like Aether would do if he had his mouth on him. He has Dew play with his chest until he’s panting in his ear over the phone, soft little breaths becoming more urgent as Aether works him up with his voice in place of his hands.
“Good job, love,” Aether praises. “Bet you’re nice and stiff between your legs for me now, aren’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” Dew answers, “‘M hard, Aeth. Getting all wet for you too. Want you to touch it. Please.”
“Lemme touch it, then, sweet boy. Lemme see how wet you’re getting for me,” Aether answers. “Spit in your hand, Dew, get it nice and wet for me. Just the way I would do it.
The wet sound of Dew spitting into the palm of his hand has Aether growling and tugging his sweats down to pull his cock out. When he hears the sound of Dew slicking himself up, he wraps a hand around the base of himself and squeezes.
“Good,” he praises, breathing hot into the phone. “Is it dripping now?”
Dew answers with a weak little uh huh, as he slicks himself up with a palm full of spit, mixing in with the pre his cock is undoubtedly dribbling out at the sound of Aether’s voice.
He has Dew jack himself off for him, reveling in the wet sounds of Dew’s hand working sensitive flesh. In the sweet little sighs and purrs as Dew imagines Aether’s big fist wrapped around him instead. When Dew whispers that he’s close, Aether tells him to stop, hands off, and the choked little whimper he hears lets him know that Dew’s done exactly as he’s been asked.
“Doing so good for me, baby,” Aether tells him, breath shallow as he starts to stroke himself. “Two fingers in your mouth for me now. Get ‘em nice and wet.”
Aether hears Dew suck two fingers into his mouth, hears the wet little sounds of him lapping at the digits. How he can tell Dew pushes his fingers all the way to the back of his throat, just far enough that he struggles not to gag, before pulling them out and waiting for Aether’s next instruction.
“Spread your legs now, nice and wide,” Aether instructs. “Touch yourself down there, just like I would. Start slow for me and feel yourself open up when you put ‘em inside.
Dew goes silent as he does what Aether asks, running his wet digits around the rim of his already wet little hole. He feels what Aether would feel if it were him fingering him open. Feels the way he stretches so easily as he pushes inside, how easily he takes two fingers.
“Got two fingers inside now, Aeth,” Dew whispers. “Oh, it feels nice. Feels like when you do it.”
Aether has Dew finger himself like that. Tells him to feel how hot he is inside, how soft. Tells him to feel the way his rim flutters around his fingers when he pushes in deep and crooks his fingertips just right.
“Can you get three inside for me now?” Aether asks after a while. “Gotta get you nice and stretched out for my cock, my love.”
“Y-yeah,” Dew answers, breathless and sweet as he pushes three fingers inside himself just like Aether asked. “Want your cock in me, Aether.” Dew sighs at the stretch, feeling full the way he would if it were Aether’s cock breaching him instead.
“Hold the phone between your legs for me, baby? I wanna hear how wet you are.”
There’s a moment of shuffling, the sharp scratch of the speaker dragging across the pillow fabric, and then Aether can hear it. The slick, rhythmic sound of Dew fucking his fingers in and out of his wet little hole. It’s completely filthy, the obscene, unmistakable sound of sex, and to Aether, it’s the sweetest fucking sound he’s ever heard in his life.
He groans, jacks his cock faster, working to match the rhythm of Dew’s fingers. If he closes his eyes he can picture it perfectly. Dew laid out in front of him, legs spread wide as Aether stuffs his tight little hole with his cock, fucking him deep and perfect until they’re both shaking with it.
A high-pitched moan from Dew breaks Aether from his vision.
“G-gonna cum, Aether,” Dew warns. “Gonna cum on your cock like this. Oh, wanna cum with you inside me, Aether,” Dew babbles, fucks himself faster, pressing in so deep with his fingers that Aether can hear his rhythm falter as he works himself closer to the edge.
Aether’s not far behind as he jacks himself faster, the slick sound of Dew’s fingers and his breathy little moans and cries working together to send him over the edge. He cums with a shout, just as he hears Dew give one final guttural ohhhh, as he clamps down on his fingers and shoots his load.
They come down together, panting into their phones as they catch their breath.
After a few moments of silence, Dew speaks up.
“Well that was fucking hot,” he snorts. “Got this bed all wet though, good thing Phantom isn’t coming back after all.”
Before they hang up, Aether tells Dew how much he loves him, that he’s counting down the minutes until he gets the little fire ghoul into his bed for real again.
Dew says goodnight, tells Aether that he loves him back, sounding happy and spent and breathless - the tired, sad tinge to his voice chased away for the night as he falls asleep with a smile on his lips.
#mushy may 2024#dewther#aether/dew#aether/dewdrop#aether x dewdrop#aether x dew#dewdrop ghoul#aether ghoul#ghost band fanfic#ghoul-slime fic#ghoul-slime mushy may 2024
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Douzième Fille
12th girl
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Years have gone by. It's now 1971. You've peaked in your career. You've become well known. But what happens when an all too familiar face returns, now more drawn to you?
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Joseph Descamps x Reader
Warnings: steamy ASFF???, angst, swearing, alcohol consumption, shlut shaming (fuck that old man), implied smut in the end (i didn't write smut yall im nervous)
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Chapter nine: You belong to me
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You and Joseph called consistently. Phone bills got higher, but both of you could care less. Both of you sent letters, pictures, and postcards like you promised.
Joseph often sent you pictures of him and George. He sent you postcards from Italy, Germany, and some cities in France.
You often send pictures of yourself, Callum, and photoshoots. You sent him postcards from Milan, New York, Copenhagen, and more. Mostly fashion capitals in the world.
Every letter you'd send each other would contain your days, food you tried, people you met, places you've been. But in the end of each one, there'd be the same sentence.
"I love you. See you soon."
It always said that.
Years pass, the calls get less consistent, the letters talking about your days now talk about your weeks, then they start talking about your months.
You talk about college now, parties you've been invited to, alcohol you tried.
Less and less postcards. Only three to five would come in a year now, the only thing written in them is the place they've been to.
Seven years have passed. It's 1971 now. You're 23 years old. The phone ringings have stopped. The letter boxes are empty.
Joseph was now merely a memory. Something you've locked inside you. He's beginning to collect dust.
You write in your notebook about your day. You sit on your matress, only an underwear on and some sheer shirt. Your hair is up in a messy clip, bangs blown on your forehead.
Safe to say you're famous. You've been in countless magazines, influencing famous celebrities. For example, Jane Birkin with your full bangs. You actually have her number. It's in the room... somewhere.
Life in Paris has been... alright, you could say. Sure, it smells like piss, and sure, it's filled with rude people, but you grew up here, so might as well accept it.
Callum's been a big help. He's a famous photographer and car enthusiast now. He's done almost all of your photoshoots. There were some rumours that developed about you two being an item, but you quickly shut that down.
A knock is heard on your flat's front door. Callum walks in, a paper bag in hand, and a lit cigarette between his lips.
"Pretty girl," a nickname he never seemed to want to let go, "your wine is here."
You get up from your place, strutting down some steps and kissing Callum's cheek in greeting. You head to the bag placed on the kitchen counter.
"Fuck yes. Thank you, Callum. You're an angel." I place them in a gift bag, saving them for a future event.
In three days' time, a gala was to happen. It would be filled top to bottom with riches, designer clothes and items, jewels, and anything else that screams luxury. And what you're most excited about is the fact that it's a masquerade.
You, for one, were invited to this gala. The people who were invited are sort of a VIP. Only close friends of the host would be there, and knowing the host, they were luxurious as well.
Your dress was ready. Your gift was ready. Everything was ready. Even your plus one, who is very obviously Callum, was ready. Everything would be perfect.
But you were nervous. Something deep inside your gut was telling you something would happen, and you couldn't tell whether it was a bad sign or a good one. You were hoping for the latter.
It crawled through your skin. You weren't one to get nervous, especially after all the exposure to the media in the past couple of years. So this wasn't exactly normal.
Your heart was exhilarated. Your mind was all over the place. What if you didn't look your best? This was a question you haven't asked yourself in a long while. You've been so self-assured, but what changed it now? That gut feeling sucked.
You take your mind off it. You'd rather talk about your plans for that evening.
The dress you, Callum, and your stylist picked was an archive of Audrey Hepburn's 1956 film Funny Face. It was fluffy around the bottom, the end cutting off in the middle of your calf. It was off shoulder, drop waist, coloured white with accents of pink and blue for the flowers imprinted.
Some things to add on were long white silk gloves, your mask that covered anything but your eyes, along with a pair of white kitten heels, pearl earrings, and hair pieces. It reminded you of when you were young. You, in high school with your puffy skirts, pearl jewellery, and kitten heels.
There was something bugging you. Something you're missing. It was a nostalgic memory. It's something you were trying to figure out, but before you could, Callum's arm wraps around your shoulders.
"You alright, pretty girl?" He asked, worry etched in his tone.
You simply smile at him. "Yup. All good."
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You were riding around Paris in your vespa, the wind blowing through your hair and messing it up. It was an hour before midnight, the air colder, and the streets lit up with lights.
You wanted some air. Something about what happened earlier made your mind jumble over what it could've been. You needed to stop it from running around. It would've kept you up all night.
Your coat was on, keeping you warm. You had borrowed it from Callum, using the excuse of the fact that it was bigger, meaning it would keep you from the cold. Which was true.
He barely even used it anyway. It didn't even smell like him. Callum smelt like new cars, cigarettes, and hair gel. This coat wasn't too far, but it wasn't that close. It smelt like cigarettes, yes, but also expensive cologne. Callum doesn't wear that type of cologne.
It got your mind running again. You roll your eyes to yourself. You thought this would help. You speed your Vespa up, making it around l'Arc de Triomphe, turning to a road and going straight ahead.
The wind blew harsher, your nose getting irritated from the cold. You guess Callum's coat wasn't enough. You make some turns again till you get to Pont d'léna, now making you ride face to face with the sparkling Eiffel Tower. You got here in time for it.
Your awe for the tower never really faded even after seeing it almost every day for the past several years. Many people wish to see it for the first time again, but you, it will always feel like the first time.
You turn your head back to the road when you go right, on your way back to your flat. Your neck hurts a bit from craning it to the tower, but most of the time, it's worth it.
Again, you feel nostalgic. There's a tall figure standing on the side of the road looking up at the tower. His hair was messy, so as yours, and he was smoking a cigarette. He had something wrapped around his head. You couldn't quite focus on what he looked like exactly from the speed you were going.
You turn your head to the road again. What was that? It was probably a man you've seen around the streets, or somebody you worked with. You shrug it off and continue your ride home.
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It was the morning of the gala. It would start somewhere around six in the evening for dinner. You woke up early for the day.
You're outside a café with Callum, sipping on piping hot coffee and eating your pastries. Every once in a while, a flash is seen in the corner of your eye. Fans or paparazzi, you pay it no mind.
"Is there anything else we need to do or get before we prep for the gala?" You say, putting your cup down gently onto its plate.
"Nope. You seem a lot more nervous than usual. Is there something you wanna change up?" Callum asks, taking a puff out of his cigarette. You shake your head.
"Yeah, I don't know. I've been feeling it since yesterday. There's just... I think something's gonna happen. Something big." You shrug, crossing your arms and leaning on the table. Callum nods, leaning forward too, mirroring you.
"Ah, well, is it good or bad?" He questions, butting of his cigarette. You think for a while, reminiscing on the feeling.
"Actually, it might be good. That's why I'm nervous, you know? I don't want anything to get messed up. Because if something bad were to happen, well..." I shrug, hissing. Callum chuckles.
"Well, alright. We'll double-check everything so it goes smoothly for you, pretty girl." He pats your arm, reassuring you. You grab a hold of his hand, squeezing it and saying "Thank you."
It was afternoon now. You began to prepare for the gala. Your team came in a few minutes ago, and they begin working on you. You're sitting in your chair with your makeup artist fixing you up when the phone rings.
"Callum, can you get that, please?" I shout towards him. He comes out of the kitchen and into the living room we were in. He picks the phone up. You had a clear vision of everything. He leans against the wall, greeting the caller.
Then, his face shifts. It morphs into something you can't read, but Callum seems to hold in a smile. When he notices you looking at him, he turns his back towards you. Instead of speaking in a normal volume, he began to whisper.
What the fuck was that? Who could the caller be? It's probably one of his hookups, for sure. You let it slide. You'll ask about it after.
When Callum hangs up, you immediately call after him.
"Callum, who was it?" Callum turns around, hands in his back pockets and lips pursed. He does this when he's trying to hide something. You raise your brows.
"Just... someone special." He flashes a quick smile and then runs out of the room. Oh. You were right.
"Someone special" was a code name for one of the boys he fell in love with during your time here in Paris. You both were still in college. He was from the architecture department. Things happened, and things fell apart.
But then, you weren't so sure. Every time someone special called our place after their relationship, Callum was always sad after. Maybe something new happened?
When the clock hit five, everyone was on their way down stairs. You were fully prepped now, in your makeup, and dress with your jewellery and heels. Your mask was on, and you put on a large white fur coat.
Upon exiting your apartment complex, bunches of paparazzi blocked by barricades took pictures of you with their bright flashes. Callum and your team huddled around you, trying to get you safely in the car.
You get in your vehicle, and Callum had made an arrangement that he was to drive it. Nostalgia has filled your senses these past few days. You wonder what would come next.
When you arrived at the venue, wlaking through high ceiling halls and large oak doors, the room was filled with masked people, all dressed in various colours. They stood, laughed, and talked, all while drinking their preferred drinks.
It was a bit chilly in here, and you started to regret leaving your coat in your car. You didn't want to ask Callum to go with you to get it, seeing him already in conversation with the guests. You decide to go to the bar area instead.
You get your drink, fiddling with your hands as you wait. The ballroom was elegant, so much more brilliant than you thought it could be. Though, it felt rather lonely. You shake off the feeling once you receive your poison of the night.
Then, an announcement was heard. Everyone was to grab a partner to accompany them to dance. You promised Callum to enjoy the night, and you guess a dance could fulfil that.
You opted to a man who was sitting in the same bar you were in. He brought you a sense of familiarity for some unknown reason. He was slouched in his seat, ash brown hair a bit messy. He was turning his glass in circles.
"Hello." You greeted. When he turned to you, your eyes widened in wonder. He only had one eye hole, the rest of his face covered like yours. He blinks, and you could slightly hear him breathing.
"Hi." He says simply. You scan him, and there's a feeling in you that you definitely knew who this was, you just couldn't pinpoint it.
"I know I'm not in the position as a woman in this economy," you roll your eyes, "but, would you like to dance with me?"
His back straightens, and you think you've made him uncomfortable.
"Oh. I'm so sorry for even think-"
"Yes." He cuts in. He offers you a gloved hand as he stands from his barstool. You're surprised. He's taller than you imagined.
You take a hold of his hand. It's warm. Familiarly warm. He leads you into the middle of the ballroom, other guests already forming into formation. He gently takes your risks into his hold, moving up to his chest. Again, it's so familiar.
He drifts his hands to your sides and clutches it a bit. You feel as though you knew these hands. Like you've memorised the lines on the palm, the way the fingertips swirl, or how the muscles twitch and the joints move.
The orchestra starts to play, and you start to move. There's a flow you follow, and it feels so easy. You hadn't even known there was choreography, but the man you were with did. And he showed you through it.
You couldn't stop looking. Even if your neck started to hurt from looking up, even if you twirled, even if your eyes started to dry. You couldn't stop. And you didn't want to.
His eyes stayed on you all throughout the dance. The way he held you, the way he felt. He was so warm even if his body was covered in multiple layers of fabric. You could feel it. Like you've sunk into his skin.
When the dance ended, and he asked you to go with him, you agreed. You didn't know what he looked like. You only feel like you knew him, but you weren't sure. But even with that running through your head, you agreed.
The outside was cold but warmer than inside. You still shivered as you did before. Just then, a coat is wrapped around your shaking shoulders. You look up at the masked man. He took his coat off, now only dressed with a white button-up and a vest matching his pants. His already messy hair messes up even more now. It's in perfect condition to run your hands through.
You both make your way to the large railing of the balcony, taking a seat on it. It viewed the beautiful Eiffel Tower, its lights sparkling in the night. The wind blows once again. It's peaceful.
You turn your head to the man, and you almost fell over the rail. Sitting in front of you, his face finally unmasked, was Joseph Descamps. Out of all people, you didn't expect your first love to be sat in front of you. Seven years have passed, and he's still beautiful.
Your eyes began to sting as you lifted your hands to your face, discarding your own mask. He smiles, his pretty pink lips curving upward. He looks down, fiddling with the inseams of his pants. Again, it's familiar.
"Hi, Y/N." He whispers gently, taking a hold of your shaking hand. He takes your gloves off, putting them aside. He connects the tips of his fingers to yours, then encapsulates it in his warmth.
You can't speak. You can't breathe. You can't stop your heart from beating the way it was now.
"Seven years, and I finally see you again." He shows his teeth in his smile, and again, you can't stop looking.
"Still not talking?" He asks with a teasing tone, tilting his head.
"Did you know?" You asked, your voice so low you were surprised he even heard. Of course he did. He payed the closest attention to you.
"Know what?" He raises his eyebrows, anticipating your next words.
"That it was me?" He chuckles and shakes his head.
"Of course I did. I mean, I recognised you with one eye. I think I'd recognise you blind." He moves closer, bringing your hand up and placing a kiss on your knuckles.
You laugh. You lift your free hand up and cup his cheek. He leans into it, head laying heavy on your palm. He looks up at you, his eyelids heavy. Fuck.
He closes his eyes, taking his other hand to clasp at your wrist. He kisses your palm, leaving some wet patches from his open mouth. He trails his kisses up to your pulse, and you can't help but grab on his hair.
"Y/N, I've been looking-" Callum says as he runs towards the entrance of the balcony, stopping in his place at the sight of you.
"Oh, you finally met." Finally? You furrow your eyebrows, trying to figure out what he meant. Joseph pulls away from your hands, keeping his eyes on Callum. You turn my head back to the man in front of me, raising an eyebrow.
"What does he mean finally?" You ask Joseph. Callum walks towards us slowly, hands clasped behind his back.
"Uh..." Joseph looks to Callum. Callum raises his hands up. Joseph looks back to you, licking his lips before answering. "I planned it... sorry?"
"Planned it? Sorry? Joseph, why are you saying sorry? This is the best thing ever." You exclaim, and the two men just look at eachother.
"Not to ruin whatever the fuck you guys were doing just then, but the host wants some pictures, so..." He gestures to the door. You purse your lips in disappointment but nod. You get up and straighten your skirt, wiping off any wrinkles.
"I better go." You take your gloves and mask from where you were seated. "Can I see you after the gala?"
Joseph nods. "I was already planning on it." After prepping fully, you just stand there. You then lift your hand. "Bye."
Why was that so awkward? You'll save your self-beating bit later. Before you could even walk a step, Joseph takes your wrist again. You turn around to be met with a kiss on the corner of your lips.
"You look as gorgeous as the day you left." He whispers and presses another kiss on your cheek. They're beet red, you can feel it. He walks away, waving a bye to Callum, too. Callum slowly turns his head to you, then ushers you to go with him.
"What was that?" There's a cheeky smile on his face, and you try to hide your growing one.
"I don't even know."
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He was... clingy. The host, you meant. He was tall and built, but he was honestly so annoying. He kept bragging about his riches and talking about himself. The only time he shut up was when he took a sip of his whiskey.
You look around subtly, trying to keep yourself from rolling your eyes in front of the man, even though he could barely see them from your mask. Speaking of, he didn't wear one. This might've just been a party to make him somewhat the centre of attention for standing out.
"Dance with me, darling." You grimace. You're very glad for these masks. That nickname will be the death of you. And in a bad way.
"I don't feel like dancing. My feet are starting to hurt." I shrug, pointing to my ankles. You thought you were so smart, but he was just so insistent.
"Well, why don't we go upstairs? My office is free, and, you know," He comes disgustingly closer. You can smell his bad breath from his rotting yellow teeth. "I can help you with the aching."
Before you could retort, an arm wraps around your waist, keeping you still. You would've pushed away if you hadn't recognised his touch or his scent.
"Excuse me, sir. I must bring Ms. Pardine home immediately. She is busy tomorrow. And most definitely busy tonight." He turns his head towards you. He felt so tense. Like he was keeping something within him. A feeling so strong.
The man huffs like a child. "And who are you supposed to be?" He crosses his arms. He looks so immature, even with that saggy and wrinkley face.
"A close... friend." Joseph's hand slid down to my hips, clutching it slightly. He tugs you in closer, making you lose balance and place a hand on his chest. You refuse to look his way, or even anyones.
The other man scowls, disgust now visible in his face. "What a slut." He mumbles, finally leaving you alone. Joseph's grip on your hips tightens, and it starts to hurt you a bit.
"Joseph." You say, trying to gently push his hand away. He immediately lets go, turning to you worriedly.
"Shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He rubs your hip to relax it, but you don't relax one bit. Your heart hammers in your chest, and there's a feeling deep in your stomach.
"It's alright. Just take me home." I caress his neck before grabbing his hand, moving through the crowds of people. You try to look for Callum, but when you find him, he's talking, or quite literally eye fucking some guy he was conversating with. He can get home, you guess.
Joseph takes you home in his car. This felt weird. Not badly, just that you've never been driven by him. It felt comforting. You could get used to this.
You tell him the directions to your place, and when you make it, you pause.
"Come in?" You turn your head. Your masks were already long gone, and all you could see was his beautiful face again.
"Are you sure?" He asks, voice shaking. You can't believe he's still nervous with you, especially with that stunt he pulled with your wrist on a public balcony. You'll tease him about it soon.
"With you? Always." So then you went up to your room, and as soon as you did, his hands were on you again. He backs you up until your back hits the wall behind you. You're both breathing so heavy it's the only thing you could hear in the entire flat.
"I missed you. And I need you. So fucking much." He whispers, one hand cupping your face and the other roaming your waist. Your legs go wobbly, so you take your heels off, making you shorter than you already were standing in front of him.
"Fuck." You mumble. "Kiss me already."
He smashes his lips against yours feverishly, and you could taste everything he had that night. Wine, whiskey, cigarettes, and even strawberries. His tongue swipes your lips as he lets out a groan.
He pulls you closer, kneeling a bit to grab your thighs, then carrying you with ease, all while he loses his breath from kissing you. He lets go of your face to let his hands roam the area, not wanting to accidentally hit your wall.
"Bedroom?" He asks, parting for only a millisecond before placing his pretty pink lips on yours again. You have to fight the urge not to drown in him.
"To the left." He nods, continuing to kiss you as he reverts his way to the left side of your flats. You bump a few things on the way, like some side tables and magazines.
You finally make it to the bedroom, and he lies down gently onto your bed. He slows his lips, savouring the way you tasted. It makes you squirm in anticipation, and you feel a smirk on his lips as he continues. He parts away, a small string of saliva accentuating it. He pants before he speaks.
"I wasn't lying. I really fucking need you. Please. Please, tonight." He whimpers, arms wobbling from where he placed it to hover over you. You just can't say no.
One nod sealed the deal for him, and his lips were on you again. This time, it's on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your eyes.
He pecks down to your neck. Everything inside you feels so fuzzy, especially when he kissed and sucked on those sensitive parts. He lowers down to your shoulders, and you can feel the bruises forming. You love the way it feels. You love the way he feels. You love him.
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End - Chapter nine: You Belong To Me
Next - Chapter Ten: I love you
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WHAT'S UP GUYS??? So, like this is nice (i need him so bad OMFGGGGG) totally can still breathe after that last scene (i can't i want him pls omg) so like hope you enjoyed THAT cliffhanger. It's better than my old cliffhangers, right? But overall, i hope you enjoyed THE WHOLE chapter bcs its real nice, and it's all me. ONE CHAPTER LEFT!!!
#joseph descamps#joseph descamps x reader#mixte1963#fanfic#reader insert#reunion#paris france#reunion smut#“i missed you” smut#implied smut#steamy#time skip#time lapse#after college#after highschool#childhood love#enemies to friends to lovers#enemies to lovers
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The Demon Gift: Choosing Hantengu, Part 8
Demon!Slave!Hantengu X Fem!Reader
Summary: It's the day after your passionate night with Hantengu and now his clones want turns with you also and who are you really to say no to them?
Warnings: SMUT, NAUGHTY, SO NAUGHTY, KIDS GO AWAY, BREEDING KINK, NAUGHTY TALK, PREGNANCY KINK MAYBE?
A/N: Demon Slave AU, Domesticated Demons, Reader Insert, Fem!Reader, Hantengu, Master/Slave, Karaku, Sekido, Urogi, Aizetsu
Tags: @hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha, @star-dust-wanderer, @karmalizedpixie
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8
The night with Hantengu was probably a night you would never forget. You enjoyed the sex and as far as you knew, so did Hantengu, but by the time you had awoken the next day he was gone. You had been confused, but you expected that he might have gone downstairs to eat.
You would have joined him, but you were covered in old sweat and the Demon's cum. So you took a quick shower and dressed up before heading to the kitchen downstairs.
"Morning-!" You were saying as you stepped into the kitchen area, fully expecting to see Hantengu, but your eyes landed on all 4 clones of his.
"Good morning Mistress!" Urogi greeted you excitedly and you nodded back at him, "Morning."
"Had a nice night?" Karaku asked with a wide grin and you rolled your eyes as you walked to the coffee maker and started to prepare coffee how you liked it.
"You guys are part of Hantengu, shouldn't you know by now how it went?" You asked and you heard the Demon of pleasure cackle, "Yeah, we just wanted to hear you say it."
"What, that I had amazing sex with Hantengu? Where is he anyway?" You asked as you turned to properly look at the Demons. The said Demons shared grins, frowns, and looks with each other before Aizetsu looked at you, "The original one is resting, but... Do you think... That we would have a chance with you also?"
"You-!" You were saying when you suddenly remembered how the 4 Demons had some fun with you last night before you had chosen Hantengu as your partner. You blushed a little and thought about your reply, but then your coffee maker peeped, letting you know that the coffee was done.
"Just a second guys," You said as you picked yourself a mug from the cabinet and prepared the coffee the way you liked it, before joining the clones on the table. You managed to take two sips of your coffee before the clones got impatient.
"Well?" Sekido frowned, "What's your reply?"
"Hmm..." You hummed as you thought about it and honestly, you couldn't come up with any reason why you couldn't sleep with them also. They were part of Hantengu after all and you did like them and based on their actions last night, they liked you back just as much if not even more.
"I think I'm okay with it." You finally replied, "I mean... You guys pretty much had me cornered yesterday... But I didn't hate it."
"Felt good, didn't it?" Karaku asked and you blushed a little, but hid it by taking a sip of your coffee, "Yes..."
"When can we have some more fun?" Urogi asked and your blush grew so strong it made your cheeks tingle, "A- any time is fine..."
"Now?" Aizetsu asked and you almost choked on your coffee, "W- Wait, hold on, I just woke up!"
"Today then?" Sekido asked and you almost couldn't believe what you were hearing. It felt a little like you were being interrogated... Not that you minded it that much, but you were a human whose stamina was much lower than Demon's.
"Fi- Fine, but one at a time! I don't know if I can handle all 4 of you at once!" You exclaimed before quietly muttering by yourself, "Not yet anyways..."
"Fine by us!" Urogi laughed and Karaku grinned, "So, when do you want to do it with me?"
"Hold on, why should you get to go first!?" Sekido growled and the green-eyed Demon grinned, "I'm the Demon of pleasure, remember? It's only natural that Mistress would want to sleep with me first!"
"That's not true!" Sekido snapped and very sorry-looking Aizetsu glanced at you, "Which one of us you would prefer first?"
"I'm fine with anyone really." You replied casually as you sipped your coffee, "You guys can decide who gets a turn with me first."
"How are we supposed to agree on that!?" Sekido was losing his cool and you hummed as you thought about it... And after thinking for a second or two, you smiled, "I got it!"
The Demons looked at you curiously as you put your half-empty cup of coffee down so you could search for something to write on. Finally, you found some sticky notes in one drawer and a pencil from another and started to scribble something on the notes.
"Tadaa!" You cheered as you showed the notes to the Demons and they realized that you had written their names on the little pieces of paper.
"What are those for?" Sekido frowned and you grinned as you reached for a bowl from the cabinet.
"It's as simple as can be! I will put your names in the bowl and pick one and whoever I pick gets to..." You blushed a little, "Gets to have their way with me..."
"That..." Aizetsu nodded, "That sounds reasonable."
"Alright, I'm in!" Urogi laughed and Karaku grinned, "I can't lose this one!"
"This better be fair!" Sekido snapped and you cheered quietly as you found a bowl that was big enough. You folded the notes equally small, dropped them on the bowl, and gave them a good mix, closing your eyes to be extra sure that you wouldn't know which note had whose name.
"Okay, does one of you want to hold the bowl so I can't see?" You asked and Aizetsu stepped forward, "I'll do it."
"Thank you," You nodded as you handed the bowl to the Demon of Sorrow, who gave the papers a little mix just to be sure and then held the bowl above your head. You were ready, so you reached up and blindly felt the notes before you picked one.
"Okay, and the first one is...." You blinked, "Urogi!"
"YES!" The Demon of Joy cheered out loud as he fist-pumped the air and the other clones groaned, but it was a fair game so they couldn't exactly complain.
"Congrats Urogi," You clapped your hands as you grumbled the note with his name on it and threw it into the trash, "When do you want to-?"
"Tonight!" The yellow-eyed demon exclaimed, "I want to fuck you tonight!"
"That was quick," You chuckled a little and he smirked, "Oh, trust me, I'm nothing but quick when I get it on!"
"Not what- You know what? Okay," You raised your hands up in surrender, "Tonight, in my room?"
"No, come to mine."
You blinked in confusion but nodded anyway since you had nothing against Urogi's want to fuck in his room. When you were all moving in and choosing your rooms, you had all promised not to go to another one's room without permission. It was kinda like a test of trust and you valued the trust you had with the Demons so you hadn't gone to their rooms.
You trusted them, so you didn't doubt Urogi at all. You were a little unsure what you would walk into. Would he have a nest built there? You were curious to see it with your own two eyes.
"So, guys..." You started as you picked up your earlier coffee and took a sip. Yew, it was cold already. You poured the coffee into the sink and looked at the Demons, "What would you like to do today?"
The day went on as any other day, but there was this feeling hanging in the air around you and the Demons. You were pretty sure it was because later that day, just before nightfall, you and Urogi would fuck. You both knew it as did the rest of the clones.
"Wish me luck guys," You smiled and Urogi laughed as he followed behind you, "She's going to need it!"
"Knowing you, definitely...!" Sekido growled and you couldn't help but snort a little at his jab. You climbed the stairs up and stopped in front of Urogi's door. The Demon grinned as he opened the door and held it open for you, "Ladies first!"
"Even on thin ice," You smiled as you stepped inside. You were actually pretty surprised to see how clean and organized Urogi's room was. Being one of the most chaotic Demons you knew, you were expecting a mess, but he really surprised you.
"Wow, Urogi, your room is really-!" You were saying when the Demon suddenly grabbed you and kissed you hard. You yelped, a little startled and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
It took a second, but you caught up with him and finally kissed him back. Urogi growled against you as he used his claws to rip off your clothes.
"I've been dying to do that the whole day...!" The Demon said as he kissed you.
"Urogi..." You panted against his lips, but he just smirked, "Hold still...!"
And you did because you knew that one wrong move could end up with you getting hurt. The Demon undressed you quickly, leaving you naked before him. You blushed, feeling a little embarrassed by your sudden nudity, and moved to cover yourself with your hands.
"Aww, why would you do that?" Urogi asked with a devious smile, "I've already seen you naked, remember? There is nothing I haven't seen."
"I, uh..." Now you felt just silly, covering as if you were still untouched, "You're right."
"Well..." He smirked, "Almost nothing."
You blinked, wondering what he meant, but the Demon quickly picked you up like you weighed nothing and threw you on his bed. You yelped as you bounced on the soft mattress and Urogi followed quickly after you, but he didn't climb on top of you like you expected.
"Open your legs," He ordered and you blushed, "Urogi-!"
"Up up! My night, my rules!"
You pouted a little as your cheeks burned, but you slowly spread your legs open, showing him yourself as you were.
"Yes, just like that...!" Urogi grinned almost manically, "You're so gorgeous!"
How could you resist his compliments? You weren't the prettiest there was, but just like Hantengu, Urogi seemed to think otherwise. All this was so new and exciting...
"Play with yourself." He said and you blinked, stunned "Wait, what?"
"I can't touch you like I want to with my talons," He replied as he showed you his avian hands and sharp claws, "Unless you wanna risk it?"
You trusted Urogi, you really did, so you trusted that what he was saying was true. He knew his limits and what he could and couldn't do. You had to admire that, because any other guy would have probably ignored your safety, but not him.
So as embarrassed as you were, you slipped your hand between your legs and started to play with yourself. Slowly, you were getting more and more into it and you started to moan as your fingers grew wet with your juices. Urogi's yellow eyes were absolutely gleaming in joy and excitement as he watched you play with yourself.
"Good, now fuck yourself with them...!"
"Ngh..." You whined as you inserted your fingers one by one inside you and started to thrust and twist them in a way you enjoyed most. You were getting even wetter and each thrust made these embarrassing squelching sounds, but those seemed to excite Urogi even more.
"Alright, that's enough!" He snapped suddenly.
"Give me your hand. I want to taste you." He ordered and you nodded as you pulled your fingers out of your sex and offered the glistening digits to him. Urogi grinned gleefully as he grasped your wrist and wrapped his lips around your fingers, licking and sucking them clean.
"You taste so good...!" He moaned as he let you pull your fingers back, "I want to taste you more!"
That was the only warning you got before the Demon got on his knees between your legs and buried his face into your sex.
"Urogi!" You cried out his name as his hot tongue lapped your wet sex. Your legs almost snapped shut, but he wrapped his hands around your thighs as carefully as he could in the heat of the moment and held them open as he ate you out.
"So good...!" He moaned against you, making your hips buck into his mouth, "So responsive! It's so cute!"
"Urogi please...!" You moaned his name, not fully knowing what you were begging for. More? Release? Mercy? But just as you started to feel that coil in your tummy tighten, the Demon pulled away before you could come.
"Urogi!" You cried out desperately and the fiend had the guts to laugh merrily, "Oh, you're so cute when you're needy!"
"Please...!" You whined, not caring how pitiful you sounded, "I'm so close..."
"Good!" He laughed as he grabbed your hips, minding his claws, and pulled you against him, his cock slapping your sex as he positioned himself, "Because I'm going to put a baby in you!"
"Please Urogi- Wait, what?" You blinked and he smirked as he thrust his cock into you with one hard thrust and you threw your head back as you cried out. You felt so glad he had you prepare yourself because he was huge...!
"Urogi...!" You moaned and he smirked as he used his hold on your hips for leverage and started to eagerly fuck you. You were moaning and whining like a bitch in heat and it made the Demon so happy.
"How does it sound? I bet if I came inside you I would most likely get you pregnant!" He laughed and you whimpered as your sex clenched around him. Somehow, the idea of pregnancy was so erotic...? You never thought about it, about offspring, but now this damn Demon had planted that idea in your mind and your body was acting according to it.
"Oh, you just got tighter! Do you like that? The idea of carrying a filthy slave's Demon child?"
His dirty talk was so filthy, it was erotic and he had you clenching on him harder and harder. Once he noticed how much his words aroused you, he couldn't stop himself from talking.
"Yes, I can already see you!" Urogi cackled almost manically, "So big and round, just full of our Demons...!"
"Urogi...!" You whined his name like it was your personal mantra.
"And I wouldn't stop for one, no, I want a whole pack of little bastards running around!"
"Close...!" You whined pitifully as you were getting close to a release and the Demon didn't seem to be in any better shape than you. You were so cute and sexy, and responsive, who wouldn't want to shoot their load inside you?
"I'm going to come inside! Are you going to be a good Mistress to me and make a baby for me?"
"Ngh- YA...!" You couldn't control yourself anymore, you came with a loud wail, and your sex milked Urogi's cock, eager for his cum. Nothing could have stopped the Demon from coming inside you and as he came, he cackled manically, his wings flaring behind him.
You could feel him coming, his cock shooting cum inside you and there was so much of it, you almost felt bloated. Urogi kept thrusting into you languidly as he emptied himself all the way inside you. Finally, he pulled his cock out of you, and with that out of the way, his cum leaked out of your sex as fat drops.
"Shit, you look so sexy right now!" He laughed and you dared to doubt him. You were sweaty, messy, and dripping cum. You groaned, "I doubt that..."
"I'm not lying, I could easily fuck you again and again!"
"Mercy... Give me a moment to rest...!" You whimpered pitifully and the Demon grunted as he grounded his sharp teeth together, "If you act that way you can expect another load in you soon!"
"Rest first. Then more sex." You said as you made yourself comfortable on the huge bed. Urogi chuckled a little under his breath, but made himself comfortable next to you, resting on his stomach so his wings wouldn't get in the way.
As the two of you rested, you started to wonder if there was a hint of truth in his earlier dirty talk and you got a little worried. You liked children, but you weren't sure if you were ready to have one yourself!
"H- hey...?" You started carefully and Urogi hummed, "Hm? What is it, sweetcheeks?"
"I can't get pregnant, right?" You asked and the Demon turned to look at you and smiled, "I don't think so?"
"Wait, you don't know?!" You gasped and he shrugged lazily, "It never crossed my mind, but I doubt it."
"But-!"
"Have you really heard about people getting impregnated by Demons?" He asked back and you frowned as you thought about it... And you hadn't? However, very few humans had sex with Demons and actually admitted it. The whole thing was really taboo.
"No...?" You thought out loud with a little voice and he grinned, "There you go, doesn't that answer your question?"
"So... Why all the dirty talk about babies and pregnancy?" You asked carefully, "Do you actually want kids?"
"Nah, it's just something that gives me some wind under my wings and gets me going." The Demon rolled on his side and grinned at you, "Also, the idea of you pregnant is hot as Hell."
"Me? Pregnant? Sexy?" You couldn't really believe what you were hearing and chuckled, "I'm not gonna get kids!"
"Ever?" He asked and you shrugged, "I'm not saying never, but who knows?"
"Because if you do, I will gladly offer to fuck you while your tummy grows!"
"You're awful!" You laughed as you gently slapped his shoulder and Urogi chuckled. Your moaning and crying were sexy as Hell, but it was your laughter that was addicting.
#hantengu#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#urogi#aizetsu#sekido#karaku#slavery#Slave!AU#NAUGHTY#SO NAUGHTY#writing#my writing#story#my story#fem!reader#reader#reader insert#demon slaves#ENJOY!
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“Maryyyyy!” Was the first thing that Mary heard as soon as she disembarked the Hogwarts express, her third school year waiting ahead of her. She wished this year would go calmly, compared to her last, but the manic grin and wild green eyes that greeted her as she debarked confirmed that her expectations were were bound to be fruitless.
“Crouch.” She grumbled, rolling her eyes at the second year adorned with the green and silver tie that distinguished his house from hers. Barty hadn’t changed one bit, she noticed; his hair was unruly and broken — caused by his habit of pulling on the roots, — his teeth were still crooked and yellow-ish and his eyes still promised caos. Typical. “I see you haven’t done much changing.”
Barty barked out a harsh laugh, and Mary fought to suppress a grin. Merlin, he was insufferable; “Awww! I’m glad you’ve been paying attention to me enough to notice I haven’t changed,” he feigned commotion, and Mary felt relieved that her skin hid the fact that she was blushing mad, “Well,” Barty continued, taking a few steps forward and stationing himself right beside her, “I suppose you haven’t changed either, as lovely as ever.”
“Piss off, Crouch.”
“But my lovely Rosemary,” Barty intertwined their arms and grabbed her luggage. Then — even tho he was a foot shorter — forced her to walk in direction of the castle, “How then would I accompany you to our beloved school?”
“I don’t need your help!” Mary tried to fight back, earning a few laughs from other passing students; Gods, she just wanted to push Barty to the ground and punch him until his teeth straightened. He deserved it, oh Merlin, he deserved it. Mary abruptly pushed him off; watching with a satisfied smile how he tumbled backwards, “I can carry my own stuff,” She announced, brushing dust off her skirt, “And don’t call me Rosemary, it’s a terrible name. Now I believe we both have somewhere to go, so get lost.”
Mary hoped she sounded as threatening as she felt, and her hopes were skyrocketing for the first five seconds in which Barty was utterly speechless. Until, of course, he let out the loudest, craziest laugh Mary had ever heard. Then her hopes were shattered and annihilated, and she felt like a confused toddler watching as the adults laughed at a joke she didn’t get.
Barty made her feel like a toddler, which was completely ridiculous considering she was not one but two years older than him.
“Oh Mary,” he wheezed. Mary expected an explanation, but it never came; instead, the younger boy kept walking — legs wobbly because of the meaningless laughs he’d let out occasionally.
Once he was long gone, Mary grabbed her case from the floor; sighing as she did so.
Whatever. Who cares about peace and quiet anyways?
(This was not proof-read lol)
@starmanbutitsregulusblack @aesthetic-writer18
#PRETTYPOISON RAHHHHH#GOD I LOVE THEM#BARTY x MARY#YESSSSS#the marauders#dead gay wizards#ajax writes#barty crouch jr#mary mcdonald
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Brought to you by my sister is a Steve x Wanda x Peter x Male reader fic...
My sister is confident but I hope it's okay....She literally went all out and may have included how reader caught Steve and Wanda and more so I hope it's long enough. We did have a little difficulty reading the request cause the way everything was phrased was a bit confusing but I think we figured it out to fulfill everything. Hopefully. 🤞🏽 🤞🏽 🤞🏽
Years ago....
When you first brought Steve home, you were a bit nervous. Your mom hasn't approved of your dates the past few times and every time she's made you out to be a cheater so they break up with you.
It's completely unfair what she's doing to you. You love these boys and she's sending them off every time. Your heart breaks every time you try to get them back and all they do is yell at you, blame you, and ask you how could you. All you wish you could do is explain the fact that you are loyal and it's your mother who ruining the relationship.
You step up to the front door of your mother's house and knock three times, your palms feel sweaty, and your heart is beating out of your chest. When the door opens, she's wearing tight blue jeans, and a red blouse that she solely wore whenever you told her you were bringing your dates over. There was a ruffle along the sweetheart neckline and the sleeves connected to the outer edge of the cups, basically showing off her cleavage and collar. The sleeves also had loose cuffs that hung over her hands.
She was wearing over-the-top makeup with a bright red lip, and her shoes were red three-inch heels with a thin band around her ankle and a wide band over her foot.
You grit your teeth, putting on a fake smile and introducing Steve to her. She shamelessly looks him up and down and for the first time in all the dates you've had...she smiled. She fucking smiled. You had to question her mentally, no scowl? No forced greeting? Nothing? Maybe she can see how good this one is for you.
Yeah.....no.
Sometimes you wished you were oblivious, wished you hadn't started to notice that she wanted you to invite Steve over more often, wished you didn't notice she started to wear her more scandalous outfits that have been collecting dust in her closet.
Honestly, sometimes you wished you lived with your dad.
You really started to get annoyed when she'd call you from your room to do some stupid chore in the middle of foreplay with Steve. Every time you did, you'd glare at your mom before she walks off and unbeknownst to you, going to your room to chat with Steve....and by chat, I mean turning him on even more and telling him things that a mother usually would tell and describe to their son's boyfriend.
It was a Saturday when it happened. You were making out in Steve's lap when your mother called you. "Mn! Get down here now!" You groan, rolling off your bed and yanking the door open before stomping downstairs. "Hey! No stomping around in my house!" She snapped before waving a hand at you. "Now, I need you to go to the bank and get money for your dad, fill the car with gas and then get groceries." "No, mom, I'm not doing that." "Excuse me?"
"I just want some time with Steve. There's that, too, I can't just leave Steve." "He'll be fine, darling, just go. Your dad won't stop calling me." She threw her keys at you and you raise you hand and catch them. You really don't like the tone in her voice or the way she's trying to rush you out of the house.
Glaring at her suspicious behavior, you drop your fist, pushing off the kitchen island before turning and walking to the front door.
You're a bit aggravated the whole time, not even answering your dad when you drop off the money then speed off and you kinda regret snapping at the cashier when getting groceries but your mom just ruins everything.
Her car was actually already filled so that was already done for you so you go home. Walking in, you leave the groceries in the kitchen then go to your room but the moment you hear moaning...
You.
Are.
Livid.
Throwing open the door, it hits the wall behind it but neither stop. "You fucking jackasses." "Oh, hi Mn." Steve says as if it's the most casual thing to just be fucking your mom. "Shut the fuck up, you know what, I knew this was why you kept sending my boyfriends away. You just wanted the right fuck toy. No wonder you took a liking to Steve quicker than the others."
You happened to be suspicious of your mother for a while so you pull the black backpack out from under your desk and walk out. "I'm living with dad." "Mn, get back here!" Wanda called out but you left the house without a single word in return.
Now....
After residing with your father for approximately a year, you decided to move out upon discovering an individual in search of a roommate. This person was Peter, an equally attractive individual of the same age as you.
When you arrived at the apartment with only a backpack, Peter was genuinely surprised by how little you had brought with you. He kindly offered to buy you new bedding and pillows. You didn't have a strong interest in decorating, but Peter had already put up some of his posters in the second bedroom.
Peter and you, after getting to know each other, fell into a rhythm pretty easily. Friday's were somehow made into movie and take out nights.
Movie and take out turned into homemade meals.
Home made meals turned into restaurants.
and eventually, five month later, restaurants resulted in the both of you in one of the bedrooms. Lips locked and bodies tangled together.
You introduced him to your dad but whenever Peter tried to bring up your mom, you avoided the question. You'd find away to steer the conversation and although Peter was confused, he respected you and didn't bring it up anymore.
A few more years and shared expressions of love, the both of you ended up proposing to each other. Peter kneeling in a secluded part of a park where you two had your first date as an actual couple and you couldn't help but laugh with tears building in your eyes. It scared Peter for a moment before you're kneeling as well with a ring in your hand and it was Peter's turn to laugh.
The both of you say yes and kiss each other after exchanging rings and you couldn't be happier.
You waited for a couple months to start planning and when the weather was warmer. You talked about the guest list and all the details and when Peter gave you the list, you crossed out where he put 'Ms. Maximoff'
"Babe. Why won't you tell me more about your mom?" "She's a bitch, Pete. What she did to me was extremely hurtful and she should never be spoken of."
That got him even more curious and it started to kill him. His mother would've wanted to be at his wedding so why shouldn't Mn's be there?
You were out looking for a suit so Peter took that time to call your dad for your mom's information then he called your mom.
When she picks up, she sighs. "Wanda Maximoff, who is this?" Peters voice is awkward and shy but as strong as he could make it. "Um, yes, hi. This is Peter Parker, I'm Mn Maximoff's fiancé." "Fiancé, huh?" "Um, yeah. I'm calling to invite you to our wedding tomorrow? I-I mean my mom would've wanted to be at my wedding and I thought maybe you could be a surprise?"
Wanda hums and Peter could hear rustling in the background. "Can I bring a plus one?" If you were Peter, you could hear her smirk. "Yes Ma'am." She hums again and answers. "We'll be there." and she hangs up. "Oh, okay, cool." Peter said after pulling the phone away.
He didn't tell you until that following. "Hey, Nn?" He gently called your nickname and you turned to him after rolling over to face him.
"Yeah Pete?" You smile, pulling him closer. "I invited someone else...they aren't on the list but I just really wanted to meet them." "Who?"
A knock on your front door interrupts Peter. "I'll get it, one sec." You drag yourself out of bed and shuffle to the front door. Your peephole was covered so you couldn't see who was, opening the door you immediately slam it closed. "Peter Parker!!"
"I can explain!" "Better make it quick." "I just wanted to meet her, Mn." "You could asked me before contacting her!! I didn't want her to ruin the wonderful life I've built after she ruined it before." "Please? My mom would've wanted to me you." "Well my mom is a slutty lying bitch who kept telling my boyfriends I was a cheater until she found the right one who, oh, JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE WITH HER!!" "Mn, please..."
You were fuming, you didn't want her there for a reason but you guess Peter had a right to meet her. "I'm warning you now....that I told you so and she's a bitch."
With that, you yank the door back open and stare at Wanda. "Wanda, Steve, how terrible it is to see you." "Mn!" Peter scolds and you roll your eyes. "I'm sorry about him. I'm Peter." "Hm, Peter. Nice to meet you." You know the glint in her eye and you can't stop yourself from stoping her.
"Wanda, No." "What? I think he's cute. Chill, I won't take him." You glare at her and her tone before she lets herself in. "Come in, why don't you..." You mutter to yourself and close your door while glaring at Steve. "Mn, please behave. At least for me?" You grit your teeth and huff out a breath. "Fine."
Peter sat with your mom and you sat at the counter that faces the living room. An hour later, you sigh audibly. "Okay! How about we go to bed, yeah? Bitch, guest room. Jackass, Couch." Peter slaps your arm when you walked over and he stood up to join you. "Um, you guys can choose either the couch or Mn's old room which is now the guest room." Peter says and you go to interject and repeat that Wanda is a slut but one look and you huff, turning and walking off.
When both of your are in bed, your still scowling. "Mn, stop scowling." "I'm telling you now that they should be separated. They are going to fuck and won't care that we're-" You instantly hear a moan and possibly the sound of your flower vase falling off the coffee table.
"Fucking damn it, Peter." "I didn't do anything!" "But I told you so!!" You throw open the door and storm into the living room. "You fucking asshats, are you serious?!" Wanda was on her hands and knees the length of the table, Steve's bruising grip on her hips as he thrusts quickly into her. "You both are fucking sick you know that? Like, I am being so fucking generous and I'm doing this for Peter's sake but are you actually shitting me?" You're not surprised that Steve doesn't stop, the squelching made you want to throw up but you roll your eyes and groan.
"Fuck it, whatever." You turn around to a wide eyed and shocked Peter, grab his hand and walk back to the bedroom, missing Wanda's wink and Steve's smirk
You went to bed pissed, head buried under your pillow and facing away from Peter who laid extremely hard and he couldn't stop himself from listening to your mom and Steve.
He barely got any sleep but woke up to you placing a kiss on his temple. "Sorry, baby, didn't mean to wake you. Still pissed from last night so I'm going in a run. I'll see you later, okay?" His eyes give off a sad look but it was really desperation. "I'm not mad at you, m'kay?" "I know." You smile gently and kiss him properly. "I'll be back, won't leave you at the alter."
He waits in the covers, listening to you slam the front door shut and he exhales slowly before getting out of bed and making his way to the bathroom to shower.
The shower is long and it steams up the bathroom. When he finishes, he throws the clothes into the hamper after wrapping a towel around his waist and exiting the bathroom. On his way to the bedroom, he can hear moans and pushing open his door, he's sees Wanda and Steve. "What the...Why are you in here?" He looks to the floor.
"Come on, cutie, why don't you join us?" "No, I-I can't do that to Mn..." "Oh come on, Pete. Mn isn't loyal like he says he is." Wanda starts off the lie. "He cheated on Steve with three other people." She squeals when Steve thrusts deeper.
"W-We're supposed to get married today...H-He proposed to me at the same time I was proposing to him." "Oh, so he dumped Sam?" "S-Sam?" "Yeah...his dad's lawn care boy." Peter's subconscious was yelling at him that he knew Mn's mom hasn't been in the picture for years and couldn't have known about Mn's life.
"Come on, Mn's unfaithful. I see it's only fair to get back at him." Wanda says through small gasps and Peter walks over to her but stops. "W-Wait, No, I-I love Mn a-and he loves me." "Really? Where's he now?" "On a morning run." "That's what he told me once but he was actually seeing another guy." Steve played along and smirked. "What makes you think he's not off with Sam now?"
Wanda knew they got him when he stepped forward again, hand on his towel. "It's only fair...right?" "Of course." With that, he dropped his towel and Wanda laughs lightly, sitting up the best she could to lean onto one hand and use the other to wrap around Peter's length.
"Fuck, that feels so good." Wanda had a slightly tight grip as she jerks Peter off before wrapping her lips around his tip. "Shit~" Peter moans and Steve's thrusts make Wanda lurch forward, the woman taking more of Peter into her mouth until his tip hit the back of her throat.
"Sh-Shit." "Feels good, huh?" Steve asks, pulling her hips closer to his, the squelching noises going straight to Peter's cock. "C-Can I t-try?" Peter's eyes flickered down to where Steve and Wanda were connected and the other male grins. "Yeah."
The switch spots, Steve shoving all of his length down her throat and Peter slowly enters Wanda's wet entrance.
He doesn't stretch and fill as much as Steve but what he doesn't achieve in girth he achieves in length, hitting her g-spot dead on. Peter reaches around to Wanda's front and finds her clit, making rough shapes and Wanda cums instantly, moaning around Steve's cock and squeezing Peter.
"Shit, you really know what you're doing." "Um...porn..." "Aw, cute." Steve murmurs, thrusting faster, face fucking Wanda and Peter's pace picks up as well before they cum together, in Wanda's Pussy and down her throat.
They were finishing up their second round, double penetrating Wanda's swollen snatch, when you came home out of breath. You got in your head and ran from your apartment complex to the park five blocks away. At least you were calmed down....
but it didn't last long.
Walking in, you don't see Wanda and Steve and your settled anger boiled again when you walk down the hall after hearing a moan and your heart broke after kicking the door down and seeing your fiancé face fucking Wanda with Steve jerking off next to her face.
"You fucking jackass." You say towards Peter. "Are. You. Fucking. Serious!?!?" "W-Well, i-it's only fair." "What the fuck do you mean it's only fair, I've been loyal to you and only you for years now, for fuck sake I proposed to you as well!!" "W-What about Sam?" "Sam? My dad's fucking lawn care guy?! HE'S FUCKING THIRTY-TWO!!" "So?" "All of you are fucking sick."
"Shit." Peter turns back to Wanda, his hips picking up speed before he pulls out, stroking the same speed as Steve before both of them are cumming on Wanda's face. "All of you a pieces of shit. Don't be surprised if I fucking disappear from here because of all of you." You say.
You've officially given up. First your mom lying that you're a cheater to send the ones you've loved away, then Steve cheating on you with your bitch of a mother and then both of them lying to Peter to get him in on their bullshit. Might as well just live with your dad for the rest of your life since he's the only one your trust.
You were stuck in your head that you didn't realize Peter had walked over to you and started to drag you out. He opens the door and shoves you out. "What the fuck?" "Kicking you out." Then he reaches down and takes his ring off of you and throws yours next to you.
"The fuck, you actually believe them?! I've been living here for years, I haven't been anywhere but here and with you and you know that!! I work from home for fuck sake." You had a valid point, you know you did, but he shook his head. "Don't know what you did before working from home." He really believed those jackasses that you could see smirking behind you.
"Fuck all of you." Peter shuts the door. "I'm on the fucking lease, fucker!" "I'll figure it out."
You huff, you don't care about your shit, you're lucky you kept stuff at your dad's place but before running to him you stop by the front office.
"Hey, Mn. You good?" Clara greeted you and you smile thinly. "Sort of. I'd like to sign myself off the lease?" "Sure." You go through the process quickly before smiling. "Now~ I'd like to report that apartment 502 has one name on the lease but three occupants." She smirks, noticing what you've done and nods. "Thanks for letting me know. Happened you have a better day." You look at her oddly and she points over her shoulder with a pen where you see monitors with cameras.
"Thanks, Clara."
Now to go see your dad and hope he lets you drink away your sorrows...he probably won't...
#x male reader#kai blue requests 📗#avengers x male reader#peter parker x male reader#steve rogers x male reader#wanda maximoff x male reader
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TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST
PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader
WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence
WORD COUNT: 3.1k
You pick me up and take me home again
Head out the window again
We're hollow like the bottles that we drain
You drape your wrists over the steering wheel
Pulses can drive from here
We might be hollow, but we're brave
I love these roads where the houses don't change
Where we can talk like there's something to say
December Continued
Adding an extra dash of cinnamon into the bowl, mom turns to give me a stern look, holding up the whisk in a threatening manor.
“We never add enough.” I complain, pouting my bottom lip. She sticks her finger on a pile of flour and swipes it on my face. I gasp and she laughs out at me.
“We’re following a strict recipe. I refuse to change any measurements!” I huff out, turning my body to the stove, crouching down to check on the cookies we placed in about 8 minutes ago.
“Second batch of gingerbreads almost done.” I call out as she starts on the batter for our next group of cookies - Jam thumbprints my favorite.
“Start rolling out the dough for this last batch while I prep the Jam” she instructs. I walk to the sink, rinsing my hands off when the door bell rings.
“LUCY” I call out to my younger sister who is lounging on the couch, munching on the sugar cookies we made earlier this afternoon.
She takes her time pushing herself off the couch to geto to the front door. I hear faint voices exchange hellos, and Lucy finally says “She’s in the kitchen”
Rafe comes from around the corner and my eyes widen. His backpack is slung over his shoulder, the front button of his uniform unbuttoned.
“Hi Mrs. Y/L/N, Hi Y/N” He greets us with a devilish smile. I stare at him, my mouth agape at his audacity to be in my kitchen with my mom.
Mom dusts her hands on her apron and walks around the island counter to give him a hug. I internally cringe to see him wrap his arms around her and he sends me a wink.
“Rafe, it’s so nice to see you. You’re so grown!” she compliments, patting him on the shoulder.
“Smells good, what’re y’all making?” he asks, scanning the counters filled with various baking supplies and tools. The dining table stacked with various cookie types and sizes.
“We’re finishing the last of the gingerbread men right now and were starting our Jam thumbprints. They’ll be our last cookie of the day.” my mom informs in, getting back to making the dough.
He licks his lips, still scanning the cookies. “Those are my favorite” he says with a smile.
“Y/Ns too!” she says, playfully pushing into my side. I look down at the batter and begin to press the shape cutter into the rolled gingerbread dough.
“So what’re you doin here Rafe?” I ask. My mom tsks her tongue at me, giving me another stern look.
“Uh I tried callin ya but I see now that you’re busy. I just wanted to come and drop off your stuff.” He puts down his bookbag on one of the barstools, pulling out the study packet and calculator.
I had been so hyper focused on my exams all week that I honestly forgot I had even given those supplies to him last weekend.
“How’d the exam go?” I ask, continuing to cut out the shapes of the little men on the counter.
“Think I aced it. Your study book was very … thorough.” he says with a smirk, walking over to stand and inspect the cookies I was working on.
My mom pokes her head over “She’s always been a great test taker. She has an excellent ACT score.” my mom boasts.
“Mom” I hiss at her.
“Oh really, what do you have?” he asks. I purse my lips together, refusing to give him an answer. Mom chimes in for me “A 33. Isn’t that amazing!” she cries out.
“Kinsey got a perfect score.” I grumble under my breath
“A score like that and she wants to go to NC State.” she says, shaking her head at Rafe.
“NC State really” he says, raising an eyebrow. I finally turn to look at him after cutting the last cookie out.
“Duke would be a living hell and I would see too many Kooks at UNC.” I say, staring at him with an emotionless expression.
“She’s still waiting to hear back from UPenn though.” my mom chimes in again.
His eyebrows stay raised. “That’s pretty far.” he states.
“That’s my dads alma malter. I really don’t think I’m going to get in, I only have good grades, I didn’t do half the extra curriculars most of the applicants did. Plus I’ll be fine with NC State. Its the perfect distance that I wanna go.” I start placing each cookie on a baking sheet as Rafe watches me intently.
“Well I’ll get out of your hair,” he says, backing away. “But I also wanted to invite you to the Christmas get-together we’re having tonight at Toppers.” I snort at his choice of words, avoiding his usual vocab of “banger” and “kegger” for the sake of my mother.
“Oh honey that sounds nice.”
“Mom we still have to finish all these cookies.”
“Lucy is perfectly able to help me out with the last batch. When’s your hangout starting?” she asks Rafe, already starting to push me away from the kitchen.
“I can pick you up around 7:30” he says, walking towards the front door.
“I wasn’t planning on going out tonight.” I say crossing my arms.
“Honey, you should go. And you can take some cookies!” My mom says, giving Rafe a hug goodbye.
“See you at 7:30 then.” he says with a smirk before opening the front door. I turn on my heels and shoot daggers at my mom.
“Hes such a nice boy.” she says before walking into the kitchen. “Go get ready.” she says, more commanding than suggestive.
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Mom kept popping her head in while I was getting ready, so I kept a robe on, and kept the makeup to a minimum. I pull out a large ugly Christmas sweater from my closet and slide it over my tiny red dress. I was trying my best to keep up the facade that this was a pure christmas hang out to celebrate the end of exams. I slide on a black pair of tights underneath for extra measure.
The doorbell rings at 7:30 sharp. I apply a few dot of lipgloss onto my lined lips and grab my bag, heading up the stairs.
“Rafe, how you doin?” I hear my dad greet Rafe at the front door. When I come into view of the front door I see that Rafe and I were on the same page. He was wearing a santa hat and an ugly sweater with a reindeer on the front. My mom rushes past me with a tin full of cookies shoving them into Rafe’s hands.
“You kids be good alright?” my dad says, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“What time do you want her home?”
“No specific time, just get home safe.” my dad instructs, giving him a firm handshake and walking back towards the living room.
“It’s okay if you need to stay at the Cameron estate, we trust you to stay safe and don’t want you drinking and driving.” my mom whispers into my ear.
“I’m sure I’ll get home fine.” I say before giving her a tight hug. We walk out the front door and he opens the car door for me. I hop into his truck and place my bag and the cookies in the back.
“What time does this actually start?” I ask as he turns his head around while backing out of my driveway.
“Not till 10. Figured that would be suspiciously late for your mom. Thought you could come with me on the alc run.”
“Where do you usually get your stuff?” I ask, slipping the sweater up and off my body, tossing it in the back.
“Mainland” he says, turning the volume up. I groan and pull my tights off, bringing my knees up to my chest.
“Cant use my fake round here, they know ‘M not 21.” I nod, understanding the risk and start to play with his apple car play.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, swatting my hand away.
“Putting songs on queue. If ‘m stuck in this car with you for the next two hours I’d like to listen to my favorite driving songs.”
“None of that Taylor Swift bullshit.” he says, his hand returning back to the steering wheel.
“You’re so reputation-coded.” I laugh at my own joke, putting some songs into the queue. Rafe liked a lot of rap, which I could get down to but I also needed to add my own pump-up songs on rotation.
“Don’t know what the fuck that even means.” he says.
“I’ll play the one that has Future on it.”
“She did a collab with Future?” he asks, turning to take a glance at me. His eyes scan my body up and down, finally taking a peek at the dress I had underneath the sweater.
“You’re gonna fuckin freeze” he mutters, gripping the steering wheel tightly, clnehcing his jaw. I watch as his hands flex and start chewing on the inside of my cheek.
“This is for you.” he says motioning down to the reusable tumbler in the cup holder. I pick it up and take a small sip.
“Damn this is good what is it?”
“Apple cider sangria. Rose’s special.” he says with a tone of annoyance. “Figured you would wanna pregame.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” I say with a smile. He gives me another quick glance before turning the volume up even higher for the last chorus of a Playboy Carti song. I made sure to leave most of his songs at the front of the queue, trying to not annoy him so early into our drive. He’s surprised when I sign along to a few of them. By the time we reach the liquor store were both shouting at the top of our lungs the chorus to Mr. Rager by Kid Cudi.
“MR. RAGER, CAN WE TAG ALONG? CAN WE TAKE A JOURNEY?”
“You want anything?” he asks, turning off the truck and unbuckling his belt.
“Peppermint Schnapps?” I ask, battling my eyelashes at him. He smiles and nods his head, “I’ll be back. Don’t do nothin stupid.”
After about 5 minutes He walks out with the store clerk, loading up everything into the bed of his truck. The man daps Rafe up and he walks up to the front of the car.
“You hungry or anything?” he asks, putting Topper’s location into the GPS.
“I could go for Cook Out.” I say with a smirk.
“That place is foul.” he grunts, adding a stop to Cook Out on the GPS.
“I’ll take a small burger, a small fry and a Cheerwine pleaseee” I say as we pull throught he drive through. He repeats my order, getting himself a corndog and a banana milkshake.
He passes me the food and I shriek out in excitement.
“You’re cute” he says as I stick a straw into his milkshake for him. My songs start to play and I reach over to turn up the volume. I peak my eyes up at him and he glances down and nods in head, letting me touch the nob, twisting it up.
Lights Up by Harry Styles starts thumping throught he bass of his truck and I sing along with pride. As we pass through backroads I roll the window down, feeling the crisp winter air blow into the car.
“Take my picture” I say, passing my unlocked phone to him. I push myself up and out of the car, leaning my body out of the window, letting my hair flow
“Careful” he grumbles, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding my phone up, snapping pictures. I stick my hands out, imagining myself like Harry in the music video.
“DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?” I shout into the sky. Rafe pulls me by my arm back into the car and tosses my phone onto my lap.
“Can’t do dumb shit like that when I have alcohol in the back” he growls. I ignore him and go into my camera roll to inspect the picture she took.
“Might need you to be my photographer for the night” I say, flicking throught the images.
He rolls his eyes, slurping on his milkshake.
We finally roll up to the Thornton estate and Rafe instructs me to head inside and get Top and Kelce to help him bring everything. I follow his instructions and walk in, finding Top leaning over the bannister of the top floor, a santa hat lopsided on his had, a beer bottle swinging loosely in his hand. He catches sight of me and lets out a roar
“Y/N!” making his way down the stairs I greet him with a hug.
“Rafe’s outside with the alc.” I inform him. He pats my shoulder and heads out to help Rafe unload the truck. The living room is already filled, this time with more familiar faces.
I spot Sabrina across the room with our group of friends and I make my way over.
She lights up when she sees me, running towards me with open arms.
“Did you come with Rafe?” she immediately asks.
“What happened to hello, how are you?” I joke, hugging her back.
“Topper said you went with him to the mainland for Alc.” she says, guiding me to the couch.
“Yea I didn’t really have a choice. He told my mom he would pick me up and then sprung that on me as well pulled out of my driveway.”
Our conversation is interrupted by cheers as the boys pile into the living room, bottles of liquor and cases of beer in their hands.
“Lets get this party started” Topper hollers to the crowd. Everyone cheers back and swarm the guys, ripping open into the cases. I pull Sabrina up to the bar where the boys start unloading the bottles and mixers that we got.
“Lets do some shots.” Kelce suggests. “We do Holiday shots a little different round here, Y/N” he says turning towards the back counter, grabbing bottles of chocolate syrup out. My eyebrows lift and I watch Sabrina hop onto the barstool.
“Why dont you show her how its done Sab?” Topper suggests. She gleams back at him and turns around. Her back against the counter, leaning her head back and opening her mouth wide. Topper props himself up on the counter, a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps in one hand, chocolate syrup in the other.
“First you give the victim a shot,” he begins to slowly fill Sabrina’s mouth with the clear liquid. She stays still as he opens the lid of the chocolate syrup. “And then you top them off with a little bit of Syrup. He squirts a dollop into her mouth and she closes it, swallowing it all and raising her hands up.
“We do it this way, or sitting on someones lap.” she says with a smirk, hoping off the barstool.
“Lets see if we can get another volunteer.” Top scans the room and calls over Carissa. I roll my eyes, stepping back against the kitchen wall.
“Rafe, show her how it's done,” Topper says. Rafe, who had also ditched his ugly sweater, now wearing a dark red polo, waltzes over to the bar stool and pulls Carissa on top of him. Her back is against the bar like Sabrinas was and he holds back her neck, pouring the liquor into her mouth, and then squirting the chocolate syrup into her mouth. A little bit extra lands on her cheek and she squeals, pushing Rafe aggressively on his chest. She hops off of his lap and he and Topper exchange laughs.
“You ready to try?” Top asks, still propper up on the counter.
“I volunteer” A voice comes from around the corner. It’s Noah. Rafe reluctantly gets up from the chair and pushes past Noah, knocking his shoulder. He stands next to me and I hesitate, walking over. He grabs my hips and lifts me up onto his lap, swiviling in the bar chair to press me against the counter.
I lean my head back and he grabs the back of my neck, pouring the peppermint down my throat. My eyes lightly water and I feel my body tremble beneath him. His hand around my neck didnt feel as nice as Rafe’s and I feel myself clenching inside at the feeling of my legs on his lap. He places a dot of syrup in my mouth and I swallow, Sabrina cheering behind me with a beer bottle in her hand.
I lift my head back up to meet Noahs eyes and he smiles, leaning up close to my face.
“That was hot.” he whispers. I stifle a laugh and hop off of the chair. Adjusting my dress back down my legs. I look around to see that Rafe left the spot on the wall and was making his way into the crowd.
Sabrina and I make our way into the middle of the crowd dancing along to the songs booming through the speakers. After finishing a few beers I ask Sabrina if she wants another shot. She excitedly says yes and we find Topper and Kelce maning the station, chocolate Syrup all over the counter, and their faces.
“We wanna take a shot again.” Sabrina says, tapping Toppers shoulder. He turns and grins down at her.
“Y’all have to kiss after if you want more.” he says jokingly. We exchange a look between each other and I shrug.
“Okay”
I plop onto the stool and Sabrina hops on top of my lap. I go through the motions of the shot, Rafe appears back in the room for the first time since he had left before.
After Sabrina swallows the shot, I pull her neck down to meet my face and we exchange a quick peck, gaining a cheer from the guys behind the counter.
Making eye contact with Rafe, he has a smirk on his face, running his hand over his chin and chuckling under his breath. I can tell Sabrina is drunk by the way she slides off of my lap and wobbles over to Topper.
“My turn.” he says and she grabs his hand leading him from behind the counter. I get off the stool and go over to stand by Rafe, his Santa hat still placed neatly ontop of his head.
“Will you take some pictures of me now?” I ask innocently. He turns his head, bending his neck down to meet my face.
“Where were you thinking?”
“Upstairs bathroom?” I say, holding my breath for his reaction.
“Let's go.”
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♡ Companion Shorts ♡
Fallout companions react to depressed vault dweller
Rating: Teen
Part 1 of 2
Charon ➼ Arcade Gannon ➼ Hancock ➼ Nick Valentine ➼ Deacon
Charon [FO3]
"What are you doing?" Charon grumbled from behind you, annoyed at the sudden stop in broad daylight. The view was nice from this vantage point, but it also meant they were in clear view of any hidden antagonists.
The burden of your loneliness beckons you to the ground. You fall to your knees, though the weight off your legs does nothing for heaviness in your spirit.
Why? You didn't know why.
Perhaps you had been too optimistic. Believed so wrongly that you could bring change to the wasteland. Or at least bring some minor degree of improvement. It was futile, all along. The wasteland was ever hungry, taking everything it was given and reducing it to rubbish. Even with the few good deeds done, the Talon company just kept sending mercenaries to kill you for the very slight of fighting the good fight. No good deed goes unpunished, right?
You look down the chasm below, half-hearted imagining your mutilated body on the rocks. Would even your death make a difference? Or would it just be one more life taken by the wastes?
"Hey," A familiar firm hand gripped your shoulder, "It's not safe here."
Tension swelled up in your sinuses as you shrugged his hand off. You clenched your hands together, digging your nails into the palm of your hand. The subtle pain was refreshing against the agony in your mind.
Charon was a victim even before the bombs fell; a constant reminder that humanity was corrupt well before apocalypse. Perhaps you really weren't so separated from the innate evil nature in the human spirit. You relied on Charon in nearly every fire fight. Taking advantage of his experience and strength through a contract you knew was akin to slavery. He obeyed every command, helped with every request. Never questioning you for a moment and always risking his life. You felt sickened on your reliance on that bloody contract. You should be finding a way to free him, and yet....where would that leave you? Dead? And what future what that be? Dead now or just dead later...
Charon grumbled as he sat beside you on the chasm's edge. He had seen ages pass, experienced more agony than he could ever be bothered to explain. For some employers, he'd leave them to their devices. But you? You are one of the few bastards crazy enough to help others selflessly in the wasteland. Even if wasteland was utterly indifferent to your efforts, it certainly be a darker place without the hope you brought others with each intentional good dead. Their very existence showed a brighter side of humanity that was a rarity in dark times.
"Tell me what troubles you," Charon's familiar gravelly voice was laced with an unfamiliar tone of... genuine concern?
"I just," You sigh heavily. "I don't know how much longer I can keep going on like this."
"I've wondered the same thing myself." Charon nodded with an empty stare.
You felt a pang of guilt at the possibility of bringing up painful memories for him.
Charon continued hesitantly. "I feel I must remind you; I am honor bound to keep you safe. From threats and, if necessary, from yourself"
"I don't want t-"
Before you can finish your thought, Charon scoops you up into his arms and walks you away from the ledge. "You need to be more careful," He complained. "You won't make a difference out here if you're dead."
He carries on walking through the awkward silence. "We passed a shelter not far from here. We could rest until you feel ready to continue again. We could uh, listen to that radio broadcast you like you so much."
"Maybe play game?" you tease.
"Don't push your luck, kid."
-Charon carries you to the shelter where he watches over you diligently until the worst of your depression episode passes-
Arcade [FNV]
You stare blankly at the ceiling above. Small particles of dust lazily hung in the air of the abandoned cabin you and Arcade took shelter in a few days ago. You really should leading the charge back out into the Mojave, but you simply couldn't find the energy to do so. Therefore, you simply rested.
Arcade knocked on the door and patiently waited for a response you couldn't be bothered to provide.
"Alright, guess I'm just going to let myself in then. I'll give you to the count of three," Arcade raised his voice from behind the wooden slat door. "You better be decent by then." you head him mumble.
Arcade cracked open the door, peering around to see your still body in the same position as when he gave you a mug of coffee hours before.
"In another one of our spells, are we?" His sarcasm brought you little comfort.
"Sorry. I just lose my heads sometimes," you sigh with a heavy heart.
"If by 'sometimes' you mean 'a lot of times', I agree. Please just....go easy on yourself, okay?"
You nodded, the vague emptiness you felt threatening to swallow you whole. Taking everything with it 'til you couldn't feel nothing at all.
"This is worse than before, isn't it?" Arcade pulled up a chair next to you. It creaked under his weight as he sat down. "Was it something I said?"
You shook your head. "No, nothing like that. I'm just....tired, Arcade. I'm fine, really." You gave a meager fake smile, hoping to appease the kindly doctor.
"Mmhm," Arcade paused for a beat. "Is that all?"
You could have sworn you were just tired, but now that you think about it, there were some troubles on your mind. Arcade waited patiently for you to open him to him about it. He did enjoy lengthy conversations more than most and always had his opinions ready.
"Ready to get back out there?"
"All right, let's not waste any time!" Arcade rested his doctor's bag on a shoulder, the enthusiasm in his voice giving away his excitement. "There are people out there to help, things to learn. Maybe not in that order, but let's get to it!"
Hancock [FO4]
Hancock chuckled, lounging on the couch next to you in the old state house. "I don't buy that shit for a minute." He shook his head, "No way, you can't fool me, sister/brother." He casually rested his hand on your thigh, immediately drawing your attention to him. "It hasn't been easy transition ya, has it?"
Your eyes began to water as Hancock looked you over with care. He nodded slowly with genuine understanding, "I didn't think so. No one should have to go through what you've been through." He gave your hand a little squeeze. "Ya always give me hope for brighter future. Cause I get to have you in my life." He smiled, "Cause the odds, it's practically impossible our paths would ever meet. I mean, you're pre-war, baby. The freshest smoothskin around and you wanna be a drugged out, dragged out ghoul?! That's how I know all that karma shit is bull, 'cause there is no way someone like you could ever end up with me."
You granted him a half-smile with the compliment. But the mayor didn't quite seem to grasp yet that you had burdens, very real and unconventionally heavy emotional baggage. Not that there was a trauma competition in nuclear wasteland, but you would have at least won a medal in most-fucked psyche. Your smooth nature stopped at skin level.
"It's been a Hell of road that brought us together, but aren't I glad I took up with you? 'Cause this person," Hancock paused, waiting patiently until you returned his gaze before continuing, " - the one I'm looking at right now. They're the one I love. I don't want to be without them ever again."
You wince slightly, his words a little too sweet. "You sure about this, Hancock? I mean, with everything I've been through...." You sigh heavily, your chest falling. "People are going to talk, Mayor" You give him a sly look, knowing how he enjoyed the occasional call to his title.
"Can't say I care much about what others think. Half the opinions out there aren't worth listening to anyway. The only opinion I care about, is yours." He grinned.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Are you sure?"
"You kidding me? So long as I got you at my side, it doesn't matter the capacity. I'm with you all the way, rain or shine"
"You're a damn fine man, Hancock. I'm lucky to have you at my back."
"And God help any of 'em who get in our way."
Nick Valentine [FO4]
"In my line of work, you usually see folks at their worst. I can tell there's something troubling you. You want to talk about it?"
"Not particularly." You grumble. You swirled with antagonistic emotions, unable to tell where one pain started and the other ended. Guess that's just what happens after you go through one too many impossible tragedies. Losing the love of your life and child alone was unimaginable. Your years of service in the U.S. army gave you the 'gift' of surviving the nuclear attacks that transformed your home and country to a primitive wasteland. You've always tried to make the best decisions possible for your family. But if you hadn't signed up for Vault 101, would you have died peacefully alongside your love? Would that have been better? You stared into your hands, agonizing over the conversation you had with the Vault-tec sales rep.
"Not enough people out here are willing to try and do what's right. I consider myself awful lucky I fell in with one who is," Nick paused, the smoke from his cigarette seeping from the metal cracks in his feature. He glanced around the Boston shore, checking for any ne'er-do-wells. But the coast was clear, perhaps due to their combat efforts earlier that day. He cleared his throat, and continued with some insistence, "If there is something bothering you, I'd like to be the one to help lighten the load. I happen to know a thing or two about find yourself after losing the life you thought you had."
"Thanks, Nick," You snap out of momentarily. The Boston harbor air was foul. You couldn't escape the reality you were in, no matter how you tried. The smells, the sounds, the food - none of it was familiar. "I'll be fine. I just don't sleep well." That wasn't much of a lie. Whenever you try to sleep, the memory of your love screaming your name returned. Their blood painting the inside of their frozen coffin while you watched helpless from inside your own. When you eventually fell asleep, the unfamiliar sounds of gunfire, screams of terror from the wasteland, and shouts of mutants would wake you. It was all just too much.
"I think it's time we take a break from the case, friend."
"What?!" You jump up from the bench, "We can't stop now! Not with the progress we've made!"
Nick flinched in surprise, but quickly settled to a concerned frown. "You haven't been yourself lately. We-," Nick sighed, committing to genuine honesty as he often did. "Partner, I need you at your best to solve this case. Come on, let's go back to the agency. I'll review the case files and you get some rest."
You look away, anger and guilt fuming within you. "I don't feel much like resting, Nick. I want to finish this."
Nick let your words marinate in the pregnant silence. "Is that what you want? To 'finish' this?" He gripped a metal hand your shoulder and looked down into your eyes. "I understand, you must feel angry. You have every right to be. But hurting others won't bring them back."
You simply couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears of grief, rage, and pain streamed hotly down your face, pooling at the apex of your chin. Nick pulled you into a tight embrace, rubbing your back as you cried into his signature detective trench coat.
"I'm sorry, friend. Truly."
Deacon [FO4]
You take a long drag off your cigarette, savoring that ever-so-familiar lightheadedness. The weather was shit, as it always was in Boston. Cloudy, and damp. You wrapped your cloak a little tighter around yourself, but it didn't do you much good. The bitter cold you felt reached deeper than your bones and left you frozen to your core. Just an icy fraction of the vibrant person you were before. Before you lost everything you had fought for, everything that had mattered to you. It all was gone. And along with it, any reason to carry on.
You exhaled slowly, watching your frozen breath drift aimlessly away from your cracked lips. Deacon watched quietly from aside, nursing a chilled Nuka-cola. He cleared his throat awkwardly. Genuine words never did come easily to him. Deacon had always found it more comfortable to flirtatiously avoid the truth. Kept him safe from every getting hurt....and ever making close friends. Deacon, being a loner himself, recognized the loneliness you dwelled in.
"I know what I feels like to wear a mask. That kind of protection only ambiguity can give you. But really - are you feeling okay? Cause you can talk to me"
"Another one of your little lies?" You sigh, tapping the ash off the butt of your cigarette.
"No, not this time," Deacon kept an uncharacteristically straight face
You pause, stirred by the sincerity present in Deacon's voice. He loved the way lies could crack your usual composure. You watch his expression carefully, checking for any usual hint of his usual mischievous nature. But all that saw on his face was genuine concern for a companion he cared deeply about.
"Well, look who's acting out of character now," you tease. "Thanks, Deacon. I appreciate that. And I'll be fine. It just, uh...." you take in a deep breath. "It takes time, building up this new life. Making these new memories. Building these new relationships. Just sometimes, I uh, miss my old life. My old friends. Sometimes I see something, and I just know my spouse would have loved to see it."
"I know. But we'll stop the Insititute. For them."
"Right," You nod, filled with determination. "For them."
To.Be.Continued...
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Alright, I know a lot of ppl weren't the biggest of the last Beast Yeast update, and to that I say it's understandable, they could've done a lot more with what they had in my opinion. . . But from just the first trailer alone, this looks really redeemable!!
For now, let's hope it's better than what we got last time!
You already know the jist, time for predictions!~✨
(Of course, spoilers ahead for the trailer!)
Given we now have Cacao heading off to Beast Yeast with his gang, I suspect that this'll be a common thing throughout the future Beast Yeast updates, with Hollyberry and Golden Cheese probably coming to Beast Yeast and meeting the owners of their respective soul jams
This'll probably end in them reuniting and creating some touching moments, before the final battle with Dark Enchantress (and or the Beasts)
But that doesn't mean we should leave everything in the last Beast Yeast update as after thoughts. From the 3rd Anniversary interview devs did, they confirm that Shadow Milk Cookie will be a looming threat within the Beast Yeast saga, though it is mostly unknown to us how. We do have a decent idea of what is to come
Back to the update, I think it'd be kinda cool, and very fitting, to have each of the characters represent the 5 stages of grief, with Mystic Flour representing death itself. I took a liking to this idea because firstly, death is a very present theme within the update so far, and secondly it's due to one scene; you know it, you love it, the Thanos snap scene! Within those short seconds of our favorites turning into dust(or well flour) we have Crunchy Chip yelling out to his majesty, practically begging for his life how "he doesn't want to be sick!" as everyone else accepts their fates
More on the subject, that'd be another interesting thing to see in this update, seeing Chip placed in such a vulnerable position like this could introduce a side to his character we've only briefly seen. As yes, this isn't the first time we see Chip get jumpy around the idea of death; if we turn back time, back to the Odessey, when the gang meets Seaweed Cookie, he's horrified by the fact they were walking over corpses (aka cookie crumbs) And this doesn't go unnoticed either, as he gets called out by Wildberry, which causes him to backtrack. I wouldn't even be surprised if his implicated fear of death may be part of the reason he's the Crunchy Chip we know & love today, maybe he uses his relationship with wolves as a means of protecting himself? Wolves are an apex predator after all! Will this add anything to the story? Possibly not, but would it flesh out Crunchy Chip as a character? Absolutely! (Sorry for the tangent, I thought this was all worth talking about cause it's such a cool idea!)
Now, we can't go anywhere without discussing the massive elephant in the room. . . Dark Choco Cookie's sudden return. Unlike most things, we do have a good idea of why he decided to follow his dad & come back. Firstly, it's a update focusing on Dark Cacao Cookie and his kingdom, it's a no brainer Choco would show up. Secondly from the Warm Together update, we know that he's been healing alone for a long time, so logically speaking, he wants to reconcile with his father, once & for all. And this is just my idea, but it'd really be cool to see Cacao & Choco work together in defeating Mystic Flour!
And that's all I got for now!✨
Surely, I'm only scratching the surface of what update has to bring, but I would say these are some solid ideas!~
Regardless, I'm super excited for this future update and the second trailer!!~
Please let me know what you think!
Be on the lookout for my other projects
And as always, stay tuned^^
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A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl
Look, it's my first piece of realistic fiction! No magic in sight :) Or is there?
I hefted the broom and smacked it into my palm. Letting my feet slide into their position, I grinned at my opponent. The crowd, all secondary school students in their ironed white blouses, began clapping with bloodthirsty delight. I wasn't afraid, or even nervous. Sure, he was a good head taller than me and hellishly well-built, but one of us had done martial arts her whole life, and it wasn't him.
He gave me a single nod, then charged. With a quick sidestep, I tapped him on the shoulder. The butt of my broom jabbed itself firmly into his left thigh, and before he could grab me, I sweeped him right onto the floor, stopping only to catch him before he broke his nose on the classroom floor.
“Hply crap,” Dane said, as I let him down slowly. “What the hell? You didn't even give me a shot!”
I shrugged. “It's the nature of the beast. You might've struck first, and that's generally a good thing, but you have to have an idea of what you're going to do whence you strike. You're a man, not an elephant stampeding me. Also, work on your breakfalls. If I hadn't caught you there, you'd end up with a broken nose,” I snapped, in my best imitation of a drill sergeant.
Dane brushed himself off and nodded to himself. “Makes sense. I mean, you're-” I pressed my finger to his lips, and gave a meaningful glance at the security camera in the corner. Nobody was any the wiser, of course. They all thought this was us being a ‘couple’. It was generally a useful fiction, save for that time Dane thought to ask me out on a date.
As the bell rang, warning us of the end of recess, we stored our brooms aside. The class returned to their seats, all sign of our brief fight club vanished.
Mrs Cheng stalked into the room not long after Dane had cleared the last of the dust off of his clothes. Her glasses were smudged, I noted with grim satisfaction. So she'd encountered my little surprise. It was an effort to not expose myself by laughing at her. She pressed her hands to her hips and surveyed us. “Open your workbooks and flip to page 43. Do exercises 5 to 16, but skip question 8 part 2,” she snapped, without so much as a greeting. I'd gotten under her skin, then.
Whilst I idly scribbled down equations on my notes, she strode down the rows between our little tables, narrowing her eyes at us. To the unpractised observer, she was checking our work, like a perfectly normal teacher. She and I knew the truth, however. I scratched out a line of work as her shadow loomed over me.
“Katherine,” she hissed, resting a callused palm on my table. “Pray tell: Why did you move the x² to the left?”
I looked up and fluttered my eyelashes at her. Oh, she knew, alright. She and I both knew the truth. “Perhaps it is because the square needs to be separated from its fellows before we can… remove it from the equation. Don't you agree?”
Her eyes widened infinitesimally, then narrowed. “I suppose so. But you could say the same of the cube, could you not?” She leaned in and grinned, showing teeth that were just a bit too long in the canines. "Be a bit more careful, won't you? Sometimes a little number in the wrong corner can tip the scales entirely."
I laughed politely. "Oh, Mrs C., don't mix your metaphors. It's not very teacherly, is it?"
The retort made her hiss. "Watch your tongue, little Kat. Don't you know what happened to the overly-curious cat?"
"Oh, yes," I agreed. "I know all about the cat. Especially what happens when it's out of the bag. Now, don'tcha need to go check on the other students? You can't be thought of as having favourites, after all."
The glint in her eyes warned me that I would pay for the point I'd scored, but I didn't mind. I stuck out my tongue at her as she walked off, and giggled to myself. Yes, I knew all about the cat, I thought.
Curiousity might've killed it, but satisfaction would bring it back. And by the time our little spat ended, I would have all the satisfaction I needed for a million resurrections.
#Sorry if this is shorter than usual I've got a hell of a fever rn#Also my secondary school class did in fact have a fight club that no teacher ever found out about#horror#writeblr#writing#my writing#creative writing#writing community#writerscommunity#fantasy#spilled ink#short story
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Hi guys, this is sort of my official "please, for the love of god, listen to Skyjacks with me” post because I’m losing my mind and all the content I can find is from the latest stuff right now, and I don’t want to spoil myself. I want to be able to talk about this with people!!!! I will make a watch (listen) party discord if there is enough interest. Just give it a chance; you won’t regret it. Also, some information may be wrong or outdated. I’m on episode 11 out of over 200.
Skyjacks is a ttrpg podcast about sky pirates in a world where there was a catastrophe about 200 years ago that left the sea unsafe to sail and maybe even damaged the entire world to the point where civilization is scattered and in small groups. There is very casual queer rep, and it’s casual to the point where it really just fits into the world perfectly.
A brief summary of the premise of the first episode will hopefully get you hooked. I’m really bad at summaries, but I promise it’s a billion times better than how I talked about it here:
Captain Orimar Vale is dead, and a mutiny will be on Gable, Jonnit, Travis, and Dref’s hands if they are unable to keep up the ruse of him being alive. To do this, necromancy (deeply forbidden magic) is performed by the Dref, the ship's doctor, to turn him into a semi-functional zombie. Captain Orimar is famous for his abilities as a captain; to replicate this will take great skill.
As they run out of supplies, they make a desperate decision: port on the land of one of Orimar’s scorned lovers or deal with the growing uneasiness of the rest of the crew. They haven’t seen their captain healthy in months, and whispers about his health are starting. However, greater danger will await them when they take to the skies again, lurking just beyond the clouds…
And more propaganda as to why I think you guys will like it:
There are unique and interesting gameplay mechanics they use to tell a really cool story, and if you like Hermitcraft or any other sorta storytelling-based SMP, I promise you’ll like it. Like. If you liked Boatem from Hermitcraft 8, you’ll love the characters in Skyjacks. The players are exceptionally good at playing their characters, their humour is unmatched by anything similar I’ve had the pleasure of seeing, and the story is prioritized, which I think is an amazing choice.
Best part? It’s still ongoing after, like, 5 years. Some people have left, but a good chunk of the OG cast has stayed. Not that leaving is bad, because holy crap, 5 years is a long time, and stories have to end at some point! It’s a good way of getting into something and knowing there is still a shit ton of content to be explored.
The music is good. The story is good. The characters and humour are amazing. The lore of the world is sprinkled throughout, and as you learn more about the world, the more excited you get. It’s incredible so far, and if you decide to listen to it, I will actually love you forever and ever. My boyfriend is on episode 190, and he finds it so funny every time I go. Oh my god, this is so cool.
Link to the podcast, but in a playlist (up to 180). So it’s in order and easy to find, since it’s a part of something else from the oneshot network:
#I need you guys to get into skyjacks I cannot do this alone#Can’t even look in the skyjacks tag for fan art to loose my mind about because I am literally over 200 1hr+ episodes BEHIND#I promise it is so worth it#I’m almost done episode 11 :#which is so so early so it would be very easy to catch up to me#I’m going to reblog this once a day or so I think#collapses in a heap of dust this post was never supposed to be this long#also please don’t spoil me if you’re ahead or get ahead guys istg i will kill you with my bare hands I’ll put my episode number in my pinne#ack tags too long#me when I infodump for 45 minutes straight when I should be working on my final essay#I’m dragging you fuckers kicking and screaming. Please guys.#I realize now this will like definitely show up in the tags but honestly I don’t know if that matters
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The proposed crackdown on silica follows a fraught history of the mine safety agency's decades of failure to protect miners from the toxic dust. The proposal also overlooks a history of overexposure at coal mines.
Again, this downplays the need and justification for action.
The rule notes that 93% of silica dust samples have been in compliance with existing silica dust limits since 2016. But the remaining 7% of samples amount to 5,300 instances of excessive exposure to the dust based on the newly proposed limit, according to MSHA data analyzed by Louisville Public Media and Public Health Watch.
In the 30 years leading up to 2016, agency data analyzed by NPR and Frontline found 21,000 excessive silica dust samples based on the existing limit. More than twice that many dust samples — 52,000 — exceeded the newly proposed limit.
This means that coal miners worked amid dangerous levels of silica dust — which is easily inhaled, easily lodges in lungs and can lead to severe disease and death — tens of thousands of times in 30 years.
During those three decades, the risk of silica dust exposure increased, as mining consumed the thickest coal seams, leaving thinner seams embedded in rock. Cutting those thinner seams generated more fine silica particles.
Also, during that period, the agency did not respond effectively to the threat.
#black lung#industrial dust inhalation disease#there are as you might expect also massive issues with mine operators cheating on dust samples :D#the current silica exposure limit for miners - whose occupational safety falls under the purview of the MSHA - is double what it is#for every other american worker; OSHA has also lagged behind here - there wasn't a substantial silica standard until 2016#meanwhile coal operators & their doctors spent the 1910s insisting that coal wouldn't make you sick Not Like Silica! so this isn't news#& dust exposure is worse now! both smaller seams & more mechanized mining!#the article is good & you should read it but it's going to call complicated black lung/PMF “incurable”#& i want to be clear: no version of dust disease is curable. once the silica is in it doesn't come out except with a lung transplant#the real problem here is that for various reasons MSHA has undercounted how many people this regulation would protect;#there is substantial opposition from the coal operators & the spineless congressmen they pay;#& we are at best months out from getting a legal standard confirmed - possibly much longer - & if it's not done before 1/25#this regulation will very likely get axed if b/den doesn't get reelected. stupid terrible process!!#every time this comes up i am like. you know the original black lung act in 1971 was meant to end black lung?#it's endable. we know how. we literally know exactly how. but here we are.
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status of the now. i have not slept its 5am
#i am so tired but theres so much i need to do and i wont get it done if i sleep#because like ive been putting off showering and cleaning for multiple days now because i keep blacking out#and then shocker! person with chronic pain and probable heart issues is too tired to do anything but doomscroll in bed eat and then pass out#i wish i was like seven again so i could get rewarded for very menial tasks#give me a small dollar tree knick knack for brushing my teeth#i did not get knick knacks for chores at age seven but hypothetically#not a depressive episode but ive had zero motivation for anything lately#and i think its just because of my poor self care as of the past few weeks#its so hard to stay. in a routine though when you need to sit on the floor because you wiped down the counters#showering is such an ordeal i always narrowly avoid passing out#i need a shower chair probably but my parents would be pissy so sigh#also i dont own one#told alfie this already but i should invest in a walker#theres dust building in my room again too because i dont have the energy to stand on a chair and clean it#that and the last time i stood on a chair and blacked out and fell off#love being disabled slash ess#skyler posting#sorry for the rant this is my diary you understand
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