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journey-to-the-attic · 4 months

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bold of you to assume we (or atleast i) dont want to read paragraphs about ik's and belphie's dynamic 😈😈

if you feel like writing that, i'd absolutely love to read about it!!! ^^

RIGHT YES this took me a hot minute but let's go!!!!

so the main points that this is all built around:

belphie is someone who is absolutely shit at understanding himself

ik is someone who has a knack for understanding anyone she talks to for long enough

belphie's first resort is usually to leave things to someone else, but easily asserts the things he wants

ik will actively pursue you if she thinks she can help, despite usually feeling guilty about requesting anything

they both have very simple views of very complicated things

building from point 1: this is not entirely belphie's fault - i've talked about this before, so i'll just paste the pertinent bits here:

belphie, as the youngest brother, has been detrimentally coddled in regards to these things, and has NO fucking idea how to properly deal with loss the others haven't tried to talk to him about his grief for lilith, nor about their experiences during the celestial war; when they all had to support each other after the fall, they comforted him, but never ever discussed the pain of it all it's like the doctor refusing to talk about your actual symptoms because they're afraid of making you uncomfortable, and instead just soothingly going "it's okay, just take some ibuprofen and see me in the morning"

belphie underestimates himself and, at the start of the year, is convinced that there's no way forward - 1. he feels he's left it too late, 2. he feels he's the only one still hung up on lilith's death, which only makes him more bitter, and 3. he thinks that the hatred and grief is just who he is now

now take ik, who finds him in the attic and takes worryingly little convincing to help him - even more concerningly, she decides to go through with it even upon finding out he was lying about his identity. this is a direct contradiction to his conviction that humanity is selfish and cruel - more than that, the more ik visits and chats with him, the more he remembers why he'd been so fascinated by humans as an angel

except it also reminds him of how much lilith loved humanity. belphie doesn't think he's capable of letting go - he doesn't think he's allowed to, and to him befriending a human and moving on is the same as betraying his sister's memory. so he represses any feelings of good-will and continues to nurse his hatred

i think it's important to note that belphie's hang-ups have always been self-destructive before this, but the more he lets his own grief fester, the more it threatens to burst. his threat to lucifer about destroying humanity is an early indicator of this, and it culminates in a moment of extreme emotional distress where it finally all implodes

so ik - in the wrong place and the wrong time (in the literal sense) - finds him in the middle of a nightmare, wakes him up, and gets murdered for her troubles

belphie shuts down immediately after, because to him this is a point of no return. he's already convinced himself that nothing can be done for him, and this is the proof. except then everyone else forgets what's happened, and, panicking, he goes along with it - out of fear of losing his family if he comes clean.

so: point 2 - consider that a big thing with ik is that she just doesn't get why belphie acts the way he does after killing her. she's been able to get into the heads of his brothers before him, and even now can somewhat rationalise them forgetting, but she has no idea why belphie - who first killed her and then acted like he'd forgotten about it - would suddenly seem so wracked with guilt upon finding him in the dreamscape

belphie does not think he is strong enough to move on. ik, somehow, intrinsically, already knows this is not true. this is why she's so bewildered by belphie telling her lilith's story. he's convinced this is some kind of damning evidence, but ik doesn't get how this explains anything. and because she doesn't understand, she seeks answers.

now take point 3 and 4. belphie does not attempt to seek forgiveness - he just sits in the cell solomon locks him in. he doesn't try to get out, he doesn't attempt to repent, and he doesn't want to, because as far as he's concerned there's nothing to be done

ik, on the other hand, is going to put her home back together by force if necessary, so she goes to find him. multiple times, she climbs up the tower stairs to rescue him from a waking nightmare - the same thing that killed her - because her family is still his family, and she knows too well what it's like when you go without.

belphie has been sitting stagnant for millennia on end, and now ik has decided that she is going to KICK him along until he figures out that he can stand on his own two feet and keep going. and it works, because for some reason digging demons out of emotional pits of their own creation is ik's specialty

and now point 5: ik and belphie fall quite easily into a typical sibling dynamic of the "i'll make fun of you constantly, but if anyone messes with you they're dead" kind. they never really sit down to talk out all the residual Baggage of everything, because neither of them are the type to overthink these things

but EVEN THEN. they may be simple-minded but the complication of the everything that led up to this means there's little hidden meanings even in the normalcy of their behaviour, and neither of them ever register it

for belphie it's "i'll never understand you. thank you for understanding me. i don't know what to say, so i'll tease you for tripping on your laces instead. i'd throw someone down a gorge if they made you cry. let's go shopping. i think i'll spend the rest of my life wondering if i can ever close the wound i tore in your soul."

for ik it's "i'll never forget what you did to me. i see you in my nightmares sometimes. thanks for waiting for me after school. quit making a show out of helping me reach the top shelf. sometimes i'm glad you regret things so much. can you help me with this homework? i think we're alright."

and for both of them it's "i like hanging out with you. sleep well. i'm glad we're home."

in conclusion,

i am crazy about things i made up entirely. perhaps i am cringe but i am free

#answering asks #valenrien #and also #anon asks #i meant to write this out like two days ago but i got Super Invested out of nowhere #in drawing this one thing of solomon and mephisto #idk if i'll get around to fully finishing it so like 75/25 whether i'll ever post it #but it's been very fun. i finish my work and then get to go 'hehehe time to go draw gay people'#for brief moments my youth was returned to me and i was fifteen years old #and drawing godzilla going on dates with various dinosaur and dragon ocs again #i haven't drawn godzilla in years. i used to be so good at it. i should draw him hanging out with ik #but anyway. in conclusion #belphie is a wounded animal in a beartrap and ik is the farmer's boy who loses a finger trying to prise it open #ik's unrelenting and fierce campaign for everyone she loves to just be NICE to themselves is almost frightening to belphie #who doesn't quite comprehend how she does it and doesn't feel he's quite earned forgiveness #except what ik's forgiveness forces him to confront is exactly what he deserves

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ilikethequiet · 11 months

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Todd Stashwick in Teen Wolf 3x14 - More Than Blood

#todd stashwick #tv: teen wolf #the tongue thing again #also beartrap #i like this set because grieving father?#hot #let him be a dad more

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castorochiaro · 1 year

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i do feel like i'm missing out on some fun speculation about scratch's past and stuff because i am totally convinced at present that wraith!scratch is what's intended to be canon that i can't genuinely get into any of the theorizing that much

#cast converses #Wraith!Scratch Theory #like i could be wrong! i am often wrong about things!#i invested in a few gravity falls theories that sounded legit but got hardcore debunked #but sometimes your brain latches on to an idea and it will not let go no matter what #much like a beartrap or a small angry dog

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beeapocalypse · 2 years

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the idea of making cinnamon an omnipresent sort of entity who has acted as the unnoticeable lynchpin in a lot of ppls stories is both funny (weird fucking foxthing the ultimate crux of the death of thule) and in a couple instances incredibly emo (acting as a mirror of sorts to calleos own constant encounters w ppl and how he has an effect on them) but ohh theres already so many ideas in honey sweet that would just clutter everything up so so much more

#cinnamons a shapeshifter. nobody knows what it is and nobody but calleo Knows it (long story LOL). usually takes the shape--#--of a little fox but theyre VERY very powerful to the point of being able to mimic like. entire chunks of forest and shit. u step into--#--a haunted tower not knowing that it is a single living breathing entity type of deal. through the door and into its stomach. cinnamons--#--biggest tell is they can never get Textures right. skin feels like cold metal fabric feels like wet meat etc etc it very rarely lets--#--anyone get close enough to touch it unless it Wants them to #like do u understand my vision here. its a fox that rabbit follows after the night they get caught in a beartrap+die for the first time--#--they can remember. its a fox which digs them up after cain buries them dead-and-then-alive. little things like that. just the constant--#--reoccurring detail of a little fox being there. i think it would be fun and maybe funny as well if cinnamon didnt even--#--have a master plan they just wanted 2 mess w ppl #also partially related. think cinnamon uses mirror pronouns so like whatever pronouns ppl addressing them use type of--#--deal. theyre a being of near limitless energy it doesnt give a shit. ppl just do it without without rlly thinking #when cinnamons not a foxthing or a weird torment illusion theyre running around as a parody of calleo. ppl visiting--#--saint-romieu soemtimes see him and get an extreme sense of deja vu despite calleo never leaving the tiny town #<-- WAH. with saint-romieu in its fucked perpetual stagnation where time does not pass right maybe decades after cinnamon--#--encounters ppl go there and see calleo and are like 'wtf. what. how have you not aged at all ??' and nobody knows what is going on

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silentcrowsilentravens · 22 days

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RE 6 cast reacting to a surprise hug from the reader (theres mutual feelings but they aren't together)?

I need to replay Resi 6 again.

Jake Muller, Helena Harper, Ada Wong, Chris Redfield, Piers Nivans, and Leon Kennedy reacting to a surprise hug from the reader.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Jake Muller

Jake is not used to this stuff. Being close to people, getting attached, being affectionate, all that.

When you come out of nowhere and try to hug him, he pushes you off out of a mixture of surprise and reflex.

You're both just standing there. There's an uncomfortable moment of silence.

Jake's blue eyes dart away from you. He clears his throat, then gruffly mumbles something that might be sorry.

He slowly holds his arms out, offering to try the hug again. He does want one from you.

Helena Harper

A startled grunt escapes Helena's lips. Her body tenses for a beat.

"...What're you doing?" she asks.

"Hugging you," you answer. Okay. Helena knew that. She wasn't expecting such a plain answer, she was expecting... She didn't know what she was expecting.

Whatever. This is nice. With a small sigh, she returns the hug.

Her hold is loose at first and gradually grows stronger.

Ada Wong

The mutual feelings between you and Ada are obvious. More so on your end than hers. She tends to keep true affection dangling just out of reach.

Soft stuff like hugs? Not commonly received. Even more rarely given. Surprise is an understatement here.

Ada hums. There's soft amusement there.

When she reciprocates, her arms wrap around you almost lazily.

She'll let you hold on for a bit. After all, who knows when you'll get to see her next.

Chris Redfield

(I, uh... don't have GIFs of Chris post-Edonia on hand, but know that's the Chris we're talking about here).

Chris is at a point in his life where he won't admit he needs a hug, but he does. Desperately.

At first, his hands grasp your biceps, and it seems as though he might reject your hug.

But then, he slowly wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer and squeezing you tightly.

He's never been one for long hugs, but he remains in your embrace for quite a while.

When he pulls away, you find that his gaze has softened, though only briefly.

Piers Nivans

When you practically throw yourself at Piers, it's like stepping on a beartrap. Except it's far more enjoyable!

His hazel eyes widen a fraction in surprise.

As soon as you make contact, his arms immediately close around you tightly. Congratulations, you are now trapped.

Not only does he hold you for a long time, but he also gives you a few good squeezes.

When you finally pull apart, Piers sends you a smile, keeping his hands on your shoulders.

Leon Kennedy

Things have been especially rocky and insane lately, so the hug is a pleasant little surprise.

The corners of Leon's lips lift momentarily. He huffs out a quiet ghost of a laugh.

After a second, his arms wrap firmly around your waist in return. His tiredness shows.

He takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

Two seconds of silence pass. He makes some borderline cheesy remark about how you can't keep away from him.

#resident evil x reader #jake muller x reader #ada wong x reader #helena harper x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #chris redfield x reader #leon kennedy x reader #piers nivans x reader #re 6 #jake muller x you #ada wong x you #piers nivans x you #helena harper x you #chris redfield x you #leon kennedy x you #x reader #resident evil 6 x reader #resident evil 6

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deceitfuldevout · 8 months

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Savior (Part 1)

Dark!Emmett x Reader

Word count: +2,394

Warning(s) in chapter: +18, Non con, Breeding, Forced Breeding, Minor character deaths, Kidnapping, Mentions of past character death, Murder.

Author's Note(s): I'm still riding the Cillian high.

It was summertime in Akron, NY. Life was simple, peaceful, was. You were excited to be starting as an elementary school teacher. Until they arrived, death Angels, they were called. Slaughtering anyone and anything in sight that made sound. There was only one thing you could do, and that was to survive.

It's been 474 days since the apocalypses began. Winter was approaching, so you and your group decided to venture out. You were careful with each step. Who knows when or where a creature would be lurking. They're quick and stealthy. Almost silent. A mistake your teammate makes resulted in your entire team's demise.

A sudden trip on a hidden string causes a wind chime to clatter down, purposely alerting the creatures. Before your team has a chance to escape, they were quickly dragged off by the creatures. One by one their screams were heard. You ran, as fast as you could. Until your legs almost gave out. You couldn't believe it. Everyone, everyone was gone. You were all alone, dealing with the aftermath of yet another loss.

The adrenaline still pumping though your veins as you took each step. You hadn't even realized the hidden beartrap until it was too late. It takes every ounce of your energy not to scream in pain. You force yourself to swallow it down, muffling a cry. Fat tears role down your cheeks. It takes you a while to compose yourself. After that the realization hits. You were trapped in the middle of nowhere. With only a backpack filled with medical supplies.

This was it, this time, you would surely die. A deep feeling of dread consumes all your senses as you wobble to a sitting position, the pain becoming excruciating. You really did try your best to stay alive. But when your vision begins to blur, you embrace the darkness, letting it consume you.

When you had woken up your body felt heavy. A throbbing pain pulses though your head. It was hard even trying to lift yourself from the bed. Wait, what? You swiftly lift yourself up, looking around to find out just where the hell you were. How the hell did you end up here?!

"You were out for a while," a voice calls. You turn around to find a man seated at a desk, just now finishing up his meal. He's dressed from head to toe. His outgrown beard covers most of his features. A trucker's hat covering the top of his head. It was hard to tell what he looked like in the dark, "Here," he hands you a bowl, it's canned soup. You hesitantly take it from him, "Thank you..." eating it with careful bites.

You notice him still staring but choose to ignore it. He was kind enough to save you back there. Surely he wasn't so bad. Emmett recognizes you the moment he found you lying unconscious at the front of his hideout. For a moment, he thought you were surely gone. Until he hears a faint whine escapes your lips. He doesn't know why he decided to drag you inside. Maybe he just needed a sign.

"Your friends they uh, they didn't make it," feeling sorry for what he'd just said. Your heart broke for them. One small mistake costed them their lives. A part of you carried survivor's guilt with you. Thankfully you weren't alone. He was at the right time and place. When you try kicking your legs out of bed a sharp pain hits one of them. A painful grunt escapes your lips.

You with certain now, your foot was broken, small jagged cuts decorate the heel and ankle. It seems as though he tried to help, "I did my best to stop the bleeding but...'m not a miracle worker," his voice is deep, raspy with age and time. It sounded too familiar. That's when it hits you, "Emmett?" There was no doubt, you were sure it was your old neighbor. Hell, you used to babysit his boys. Your brows furrow, now worried, "What happened to...?"

"Gone, I lost the boys to those things, and Nora, she couldn't take it..." his eyes start to glisten. His once lively spirit now the shell of a man he used to be. He's taken aback when you start to cry, "I'm so sorry Emmett..." you cried, "I loved them so much..." mourning the loss of his family. He knows very well, his boys were fond of you. Even asking if you could be their teacher for the next school year. You even applied to an open position for the upcoming fall. After all this time fate still had a way with bringing people together.

Emmett lets you rest up for a few days while out on a supply run. He even left a few supplies and food by your bedside. You wanted to know where you were, but with your leg being in the condition that it was, it was impossible. For now, it was best to rest while it heals. You didn't want to weigh him down.

In the meantime, you try different ways to stay busy. Each day completing at least two to three tasks around the room. Whether it was stretching, exercising, or attempting to walk again. Soon enough you were able to limp for a certain amount of time. Emmett was sweet enough to get you a crutch.

As time passed, you began to make yourself comfortable. Its been a while since you’ve arrived. To the point where the two of you had a daily routine. Emmett would be out, either hunting or gathering food and supplies. While you stayed to look over the compound. When Emmett would arrive after a long day of work, he'd come home find a homecooked meal waiting. It's been a while since he’s had a proper meal.

Emmett halts at the door, watching as you hum a tune while finishing up dinner. You sat on a wheeled office chair while getting the plates ready. He approaches you from behind, "Here, let me," carrying dinner to the table. The both of you ate in silence. But it wasn't awkward, you both enjoyed each other's company. You're the first one to speak up, "Hey so..." starting the conversation, "As soon as my leg heals, would it be alright if I come help?"

Emmett couldn't hide the look of disapproval on his face. He doesn't think you're ready, or even fit to go out there, "No,"

"No? Why? I can walk now and--" "No, final answer,"

"Are you serious?"

"As serious as I can be,"

"But it was only one time! They didn't get me--"

"It's not just the monsters you should be worried about..." he pauses, "...the people, they're not the same," as if it were coming from experience, "Look at your leg, you think a monster did that?" he scoffs. You were the last thing that reminding him of how kind life was before. He can't risk losing the little beacon of light left. Not again.

Emmett won't admit it, but it was lonely during the past few months. You made it all the more bearable. Something stirred inside of him. Just the thought of a pretty little thing waiting for him at home. He felt guilty. As if he didn't deserve a second chance. So, what does he do when confronted with a problem? He avoids it altogether. Emmett would spend hours going on raids just to avoid being in the house. Being alone with a pretty little thing like you would only lead to trouble.

It's been a while since he'd been with someone. During a supply run he'd found a few magazines to help, but it hadn't done the job. They weren't the same. Not even close. He can't even remember the last time he's emptied himself deep inside a pussy. His breathing becomes shallow from the thought of it.

"Emmett?" you tilt your head. Shit, what did you say? "I asked if you wanted more," scooting the bowl of stew towards him. He's flustered, "Sure thing," when he reaches for it his calloused hand brushes against yours. He's in awe by how soft it is. You were this ethereal being, who just so happened to stumble upon his hideout. He quickly retrieves his hand. Not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But did he really want that?

It was just the two of you all alone down here. He's much stronger than you. If he wanted, he could just take you, right here right now. And there would be no one to stop him. He imagines you on your knees, looking up at him with that innocent look. Shit...he has it, bad.

He can't decide if it was pure desire, or simply part of his nature to breed. You were already a natural playing the role of a homemaker. It's not like there was anything else to worry about. He would take care of you. He'll provide you with anything you need. All you had to do was give him a little something in return. Just once wouldn't hurt. As you ready yourself for bed, you notice Emmett still standing there. You turn towards him, curious of what he was doing. He pulls out a thin metal chain. What was that for?

"Please, don't fight it..." he nears. At that moment your heart sunk. Emmett held the metal in his hands, "You already know I'm stronger, so don't try to stop me," nearing the edge of the bed. You look at him with a look of dread, "Emmett?" eyeing the chain cautiously, "W-what are you doing?"

"Sh... just let it happen..." he nears, "I promise you I'll take good care of you, you'll never want anything else,"

"Emmett? No..." tears began to form. You couldn't run away from him, not with a limp. All you could do was scurry to the corner of the bed. Emmett links the chain to bottom of the metal bedframe. He held your good ankle in hand before linking it to the cuff. You're well aware he's much stronger, he even carried you all the way down here. He straddles your waist, and you scream profanities, lashing out at the man you once called a friend.

Emmett tries pleading with you to hear him out, he tries to muffle your screams with his hand. But instead, you retaliate by biting it. He grunts in pain, now retrieving it. He's not amused at all by your little rebellious stunt. This wasn't you. He doesn't have time for any temper tantrums. He's not angry, only determined, "Fine, have it your way," he's done having to fight for what's rightfully his.

He could've let you die out there, just like your teammates. It was your fault for trespassing, you were the ones who triggered his trap. Instead, he'd given you a new purpose in life. You'll never be exposed to the dangers of the outside world again. He'll make sure of it.

During the past few months, Emmett went absolutely feral. He couldn't keep his hands off you. Just this morning, you'd woken up to him buried deep inside you pussy, grunting like some sort of animal in a rut as he pounded that tight little cunt of yours. Still half asleep, you tried your best to ignore him. But when he raises your leg over his shoulder to deepen the thrusts, you couldn't hold it in. Small grunts escape your lips as you turn your head to the side, avoiding his gaze.

He leans in, "Hey...hey pretty girl, don't hide from me..." a hand cups the side of your cheek, turning you to face him. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, his hips still jutting in and out your channel. You were just starting to get used to his pace when suddenly he starts picking up speed. Your hands reach out to halt his movements, but he wrenches them off. Now pinning them to your sides as he chases his climax.

You feel the familiar sensation of his spunk now filling your womb. It's hot and sticky, some of it drips down and staining the sheets, "Fuck..." Emmett knew he should've laid out a towel. By now there was a small puddle of your juices mixed together. He would have to see if there were any blankets during his next run.

"Sh... just go back to sleep," he whispers. He couldn't help himself. He was tired and sore after spending most of the day scavenging for supplies. But as soon as he saw you sleeping soundly, in that sexy slip-on he’d gifted a while back, well, he just couldn't help himself. Is it not in his nature? There was no way you didn't know the power you had on him. He sighs, admiring your bow tuckered form.

It was a smart idea chaining you to the bed post. That reminds him, the purpose of today's trip. Emmett retrieves a salve from his bag. He starts rubbing it into the raw skin of your ankle before covering it with a gauze, "I'm sorry..."

"No, you're not…" you whisper to him. You're right, he's not. He kept both of your hands wrapped up in fabric bindings, so that you wouldn't hurt him or yourself. At first, he didn't mind the scratches, but when you almost claw his eyes out, that's when the idea had struck.

Emmett had warned you that the people weren't the same since then, including himself. He won't admit it, but as soon as he laid eyes on your unconscious form, the only thing he could think of was planting his seed deep inside you. He knew it was a good idea to save you, or was it you who saved him?

#dark!emmett #a quiet place 2 #a quiet place 2 emmett #reader #reader insert #fem!reader #afab!reader #emmett x reader #a quiet place emmett #a quiet place emmett x reader #emmett a quiet place #emmett a quiet place x reader #dark fic #dark fanfic #dark fanfiction #dark smut

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bullet-prooflove · 18 days

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ATF!Series Part Two: Fucked - David Hale x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989@hatersaremymotivators@bennykk@kelpies-shed

ATF Series:

Part One: A Rabbit You Don't Want To Chase - Stahl makes an unwelcome return to David's life.

You and David have plans for the summer. You think about them as you recline naked on a chaise lounge in Simone’s art studio, one arm above your head, your face tilted towards the painters.

You’ve been accepted into San Franisco Art Institute’s Accelerator Program over the summer, which means you’ll be spending eight weeks on campus learning from the best the country has to offer. At the end of the course there’s an event where the artists enrolled get to showcase their work to industry professionals. It’s a way of being discovered, of taking your art to the next level.

David’s going to drive you up there next month. The two of you are going to spend a couple of days sightseeing before the program starts. He’s booked off a few weekends throughout the duration, made reservations at a hotel so you can spend a little time together in the city before you come home.

San Franisco is a dream that you never envisioned for yourself. When your professor had given you the application you didn’t think she was serious. It was a competitive program, it was unlikely you’d get a place even if you did apply so what was the point? It was David that changed your mind.

“You’re so talented.” He had murmured, his lips ghosting across the line of your jaw as you straddled his lap, his fingers untying the knot on your silk robe. “I have every faith in you.”

You’ve never had a man say those words before, they’d been more of an aphrodisiac than you cared to admit.

When the letter had arrived announcing your placement, he had brought home a bottle of champagne and spent the entire night licking the bubbles from your body. You try to distract yourself from that thought because the last thing you want is to get wet in the middle of a session.

When you tune back into your surroundings you find yourself meeting the eyes of the woman across from you. She’s new to the class and the way she looks at you, it’s predatory.

It’s after session that she approaches you. You’re standing in your cotton kimono, sipping from a teacup while she leans against the counter alongside of you. You freeze when she reaches out, her fingertips tucking a loose strand of hair back behind your ear.

“You are very fuckable aren’t you?”

“Sorry honey, you aren’t my type.” You tell her as you pull away, she dogs your steps until you disappear behind the mango wood room divider so that you can dress.

“I know.” She says from the opposite side as you step into your panties and draw them up your thighs. “You have a thing for cop uniforms and leather kuttes.”

You pause for a second before pulling on your sports bra.

“Special Agent Stahl.” You presume.

“Ah David told you about me.” She says, sounding pleased as you tug your jeans up to your hips.

“Only that you like to be called Mommy when you’re sucking dick.” You respond and there’s silence for a moment before she pops her head around the screen.

“You know he was fucking me an hour ago.” She tells you, watching with appreciation as you raise your arms to pull on your shirt. “I’ve still got his come dripping out of me.”

You give her a bored look because you know there isn’t a chance in hell that David stuck his cock back in that beartrap.

“Careful.” You say as you lace up your ankle boots. “Your desperation is showing.”

“I get why he likes you, you know?” She says, leaning back against the desk Simone uses for her admin. “I bet you’re just a firecracker in the bedroom.”

“Is there a reason you’re here or are you just trying to figure out ways to piss off David?” You ask her as you sling your slouch bag over your shoulder.

She shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s an added bonus.” She tells you before crossing her arms over her chest. “I want to talk about someone else we have in common. Jax Teller.”

“Old news.” You say as you search through the contents of your bag for your phone. “If you’re looking information you’re in the wrong place. We fucked for a month almost a year ago.”

“Do you know if he was carrying a gun during that time?” She asks you, picking up a fidget spinner Simone leaves on her desk for Juice to play with.

You see the path that this is taking. Jax is on parole for a weapons charge. If Stahl finds a witness that says he has a gun, they can get a warrant to search the clubhouse. Jax goes back to prison, the Sons do an investigation of their own. You’ll be the first place they look and what comes after that…

You don’t want David caught up in that crossfire.

“No.” You tell her and she sighs, setting the fidget spinner back in its rightful place before meeting your gaze.

“Fine.” She says reaching into her purse and removing a set of handcuffs. “I’m arresting you on conspiracy to commit vandalism.”

You couldn’t have been more surprised if she’d drew back her fist and punched you in the face. She snaps the bracelet on your wrist before turning you around to face the wall.

“A year ago you spraypainted a five foot dick on Jax Teller’s house, causing a crime spree that went on for weeks and cost the town thousands in property damage, anything over $400 dollars makes it federal. The charge comes with up to a year in jail, fines and restitution.” She tells you as she cinches the cuffs so tightly that they bite into your skin, already your fingertips are starting to tingle. “If that doesn’t stick I’m going to call your art school and that shitty little summer program in San Franisco and tell them your affiliated with a known, violent gang so that future you’ve been looking forward to you can kiss that goodbye.”

In that moment your entire world collapses. Everything you’ve worked so hard for, it’s gone in an instant.

“Tell me is Jax Teller really worth all this?” She asks you, her breath ghosting in your ear. There’s a purr in her voice as she presses up against you, she gets off on having all the power, you remember David telling you that when he described how fucked up their whole thing was.

For you this isn’t about Jax, it’s about him. It’s about what happens when the Sons come for you because David, he will fight to his last breath to protect you and you can’t stand the thought of that.

“Fuck you.” You snap and you can practically feel Stahl’s smile against your skin.

“I think you’re the one that’s about to get fucked.”

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Prompt 13

How was Jaskier supposed to know that the lovely woman he spent the night with had a husband? Let alone a husband in a big scary poacher gang? So Jaskier is hauling ass through the forest, only to get his leg caught in a beartrap. He faceplants (very daintily, prettily, and most certainly not with an embarrassing wail, thank you very much) and begins sobbing with the pain. Not to mention his cheap lute breaking into splinters. Great. Just great. What a LOVELY day he's having! A pure white werewolf with bright golden eyes suddenly prowls out of the bushes, growling at him, and Jaskier decides that today really is his worst day. No matter how majestic the beast is, this is cearly the end of Jaskier the bard. He sobs and begs to live, apologizing profusely, and the last thing he sees is the monstrous snout getting closer. Geralt, the werewolf, is stalking for food for his pack, only to come across one of those humans in their own traps. Except... This human isn't one of them. He's wearing brightly colored delicate clothing, and wasn't familiar with where their traps were. It's an innocent human. One that smells very nice, under all the stench of blood and fear. Wolf!Geralt creeps closer, and pries open the trap, intending on releasing the human back into the wild, but it just kind of stares at him in horror before passing out. Hm. Well, it appears it needs more care than he initially thought. So imagine the other witcher's surprise when he doesn't bring food back to the pack, but instead brings a human to patch up. The moon dips out of the sky, they all turn back into their witcher-human forms, and now they're all SCRAMBLING over what they're meant to do!? HOW DO YOU CARE FOR A HUMAN AGAIN??? FUCK- I DON'T KNOW! Geralt stop petting him, he doesn't like that, he's human, not a wolf! What do you mean he likes it? Oh shit- EVERYONE QUICK PET HIM! No wait- He doesn't like it any more- One at a time pet him! And uh- Fuck- What do normal people eat!?

♡!Optional addons!♡ • (ORIGINALLY A TAG) Is Aiden a werecat or also a werewolf? And if he is a werewolf (and/or a werecat I suppose), perhaps he's from a rival pack (against his will) and needs to be rescued by Lambert as a sideplot • Maybe the poachers find poor trapped Jaskier and Geralt has to fight them off first, or perhaps they come back later, intent on killing the White Wolf • Perhaps Geralt turns Jaskier into a werewolf (Either with his consent or without his consent ONLY if he has to do it to save his life, we don't fuck with forced bonds here, people)

#I just want to see a bunch of dumbass witcher werewolves care for their bard #Geraskier #And/or MonoPoly Witchersexual Jaskier #Please someone write any of my prompts i need something good after shane madej and ryan bergara broke my heart by becoming capitalists :(#fanfiction prompts #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #witcher fanfiction #the witcher #geralt loves his bard!#writing prompts #requited unrequited love #optional smut of course #the regular werewolf sex shenanigans #maybe a knot #maybe a lil scent marking #maybe a lil growling and biting #its up to you darling #werewolf #werewolves #WerewolfAU #Werewolf au #Werewolf Geralt #Is aiden a werecat? or a werewolf like the rest of them? Coen and Letho could also be there to fill up the pack some more #Aiden could be from a rival pack against his will that Lambert helps break him out of as a side plot #if we felt extra gay #lambert x aiden #a soft spot of mine

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pencilpat · 8 months

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The Janus and Remus interactions we do have are so fun, I love how Janus is so chill with Remus's weirdness like he doesn't stop him from eating spaghetti with a straw even though he finds it weird, and he's concerned about Remus being in the hospital and not taking it seriously yet when Remus wants to play sleepover games he immediately gets super into it all smirking and grinning, and his little "Ohhh Remus" when he steps in his own beartrap in that promotional vid implying things like this happen often enough for him to be lightheartedly exasperated when it does, and fully just letting him wreak havoc in the The Sides Need a Nice day video, giving him so many chances to express and indulge himself and his imagination, no matter how weird he finds it. "Freaks deserve nice days, too." He fully acknowledges that Remus is a little weird, but dammit that weirdness deserves to be expressed and shown love too.

#janus sanders #remus sanders #dukeceit #demus #ts janus #ts remus

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absolutely-esme · 6 months

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Monster!Tim Coraline AU part 2

A while back, I posted an Idea I had For a Combination of a Coraline AU and a Meta!Tim AU. It's here assuming I made the link correctly.

Well, I had more thoughts on the matter, so I'm making another post.

First off, I want to expand/clarify on how Tim's powers work.

Tim fights (or otherwise challenges) various supernatural things and gains power from defeating them. I touched on this before and mentioned that it was because it was symbolically similar hunting and eating prey. I would like to talk a bit more about what this entails.

Upon achieving victory, Tim takes a bit of power from the defeated opponent and incorporates it into himself. Tim can gain abilities this way or just boost his own power level a bit. He does not physically eat any part of his opponent.

The opponent is left a bit weaker, but does not lose abilities completely and is not permanently damaged. They can get their power levels back up given some time. Think of it like donating blood, they’ll be a little weak and woozy for a bit, but no lasting harm is done. Now, I cannot stress enough that this is because of the choices Tim makes.

Tim chooses to use his powers in the gentlest way available. He chooses not to take more than they can safely part with. He chooses not to simply consume them completely. He chooses to pay careful attention to how much power his opponents can afford to part with and whether or not they are in a position to weather the recovery safely. Tim grew up looking up to Batman and Robin. He believes in harm reduction.

That’s why the supernatural-leaning rogues fear him so much. Their instincts are very aware that this is a predator that has simply decided not to kill them today. He probably won’t next time either, but he could easily make a different decision at any time. At least some of them are not entirely aware of their ties to the supernatural or why the third Robin inspires such primal existential fear.

The thing that drives Tim to keep doing these challenges is not primarily a desire for power (though some of the abilities he gains are useful), but rather because it makes the hunger more manageable for a bit. It doesn’t stop it, but it takes the edge off for a little while. Tim was incredibly suspicious of this at first. He knows full well that his condition makes a point of being inconvenient and that it is easy to spiral out of control in a way that makes one dangerous to oneself or others. He remembers how miserable the fallout of trying to eat to fullness was. He made a careful study of the challenges and how they affected him. He kept meticulous notes on his mental and physical state. He also created and stuck to a very rigid schedule on how often he would allow himself to “hunt,” and made a point of not taking too much from his “prey.”

Tim starts off pretty close to a baseline human and gathers abilities over time.

When he is very young he gains improved stealth and the ability to sense secrets. For a little while, that’s all he has, until he learns that there are other things in Gotham he can challenge.

While he was still very young he collected the ability to make his fingernails razor-sharp, the ability to climb like a goat, some minor enhanced strength (just enough to somewhat offset the disadvantage of being so tiny), partial immunity to slipperiness caused by water (from the many rain/fog/whatever spirits to be found in a city as gloomy as Gotham), increased impact resistance (don’t know what that thing was, but Tim’s not sure if he actually beat it or if it was just so high above his level that it felt safe to feed him a scrap of its power purely out of curiosity over what he might do with it), and a bite like a beartrap.

Then the Beldam incident happened. He got a lot from dealing with the Beldam because that wasn’t an ordinary challenge (by his way of doing things). The Beldam was too powerful, too dangerous, too impossible to contain, too sneaky, too focused on targeting vulnerable victims who won’t be missed in time for any sign to be found. Tim had to stop her for good right then and there because he only had one shot. Even if he survived and escaped (which wasn’t especially likely if he held back at all) she would go right on killing children. There was no way to put the Beldam in Arkham even just until the next breakout. No way to track the Beldam. No way of protecting other isolated, vulnerable children without lethal force. So Tim killed the Beldam and consumed it entirely (he has to think of the Beldam as an it, he can’t afford to do otherwise).

From defeating the Beldam, he gained a supernatural knack for fiber arts (especially spinning, weaving, and sewing), the ability to control things he makes with these skills to a certain degree, the ability to see through buttons he’s sewn on things, some slight shapeshifting, minor space-folding on the level of making his pockets a bit bigger on the inside, and illusory powers that allow him to make things seem a bit nicer/brighter/more pleasant. He also gains a pretty huge general power boost that goes into enhancing his existing abilities. He takes to spinning some very strong cord and keeping a few skeins on his person at all times because it’s useful for a number of things and makes a pretty good weapon, especially with his ability to manipulate it.

The shapeshifting isn’t much on it’s own, but it can combine with other abilities he’s taken on to let him make greater changes and take on forms that better support use of his powers.

After the Beldam incident, Tim’s power levels increase a good deal very quickly, allowing him to challenge and defeat stronger opponents and collect stronger abilities. Tim continues wandering, continues fighting, continues gaining power.

(Trauma? What Trauma? He’s fine. It all turned out okay in the end. The Beldam is dead. The souls she trapped are free. Tim totally doesn’t have complicated feelings about killing her. It. Tim is fine. Tim totally doesn’t have nightmares about an evil Batman with buttons for eyes. You would not believe how fine he is.)

He collects some extra senses that allow him to maintain greater awareness of his surroundings. He gains the ability to produce and maintain a very small fire (like a candle flame on a tealight) at his fingertips. He gets quicker reflexes from something he probably wouldn’t have been able to beat prior to killing the Beldam (he had to tank an uncomfortable number of hits in that fight).

He gains the ability to find and use what he decides to call shortcuts. They’re these odd little throughways tucked into out of the way places that he can pass through and go from one place to someplace a fair distance away. One of them is an odd little opening in a wall between a dead-end alley and a rooftop on the other side of town. The shortcuts don’t look odd or out of place. He mostly recognizes them by vibes. If he had been born with this ability rather than gaining it later in life he probably wouldn’t have realized that there was anything odd about the shortcuts or that no one else could see them.

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Tim goes on doing his thing, pretending he wasn’t traumatized by the Beldam, and even managing to heal a little despite his somewhat unhealthy handling of it.

Then Robin dies, and Batman loses it. Now Batman is self-destructing and looks like he’s going to take all of Gotham down with him, the Other Gotham Nightmares are back, and Robin is fucking dead.

Tim is not okay.

Tim tries to get someone else, anyone else, to deal with the situation because a violent, out of control Batman is a pretty massive trigger for him. No one else who seems like they might be able to do anything for Batman is willing to intervein. Batman is getting worse.

It looks like Tim is going to have to be the one to do something about this.

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When Tim eventually begins his training to be Robin, it is such a hassle learning how to fight without his powers. Batman and Nightwing think he’s incredibly clumsy when he first starts his training and wonder just how the heck he managed to follow them undetected for so long. Then the clumsiness clears up more quickly than they would have expected, and they are concerned that he might have had a concussion when he started training and they didn’t notice.

It’s actually because he has to re-learn how to get around without using his powers in a way that Batman and Nightwing would notice, and he’s started to forget how to account for large bulky items that aren’t tucked away in a pocket dimension. That said, he did do it all without powers in the beginning so he’s re-learning rather than learning something new for the first time. Also, he figures out pretty quickly that he can use the stealth he got from secret hunters and the goat-like climbing ability he got from a Jersey Devil because neither Bruce nor Dick realizes just how unusual Dick’s childhood level of ability was.

While Tim is operating as the Bats’ emotional support child, he uses his illusion powers from the Beldam to look cute, comforting, healthy, and un-concerning. When he’s not with the Bats, he drops the illusion and just goes about his business with his actual appearance. When he has some shit to get done far enough outside of the Bats’ sphere of influence that he can be reasonably confident he can avoid them finding out about it, he turns into something out of a scary movie.

Guess who gave digital art a try? Here we have Emotional Support Tim, Regular Tim, and Cryptid Tim.

I hadn't originally planned for Cryptid Tim to be showing that much skin, but i had to spend a lot of time figuring out the anatomy before I could figure out how to dress him, and by the time I realized what I was doing, i'd put so much work into the shading on the ribcage that i didn't want to cover it completely. Tim won't actually dress like that in Cryptid form, I just worked really hard on the anatomy. I should do more art to figure out his actual Cryptid Garb.

I went the stretched out, spindly monster route for Tim's Cryptid form because his magic/condition is called "afflicted with gluttony." I know a lot of artists make monsters based on the concept of gluttony heavyset with lots of excess fat tissue, but I feel like it makes sense to have a gluttony monster look hungry, like no matter how much it's eaten it's nowhere near enough.

The gray-ish skin with darker gray hands was just because I thought it would look spooky, and redoing the hands once they were done felt like it would be a lot of work. Hands are hard. Especially with foreshortening.

#Hungry Monster Tim AU #DC #Batman #batfamily #batfam

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Resident Evil 4

SUCH A GOOD BOY!: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: As they rescue the trapped wolf, Leon's lover has a very important question to ask.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Someone get this man a dog!

Warnings: swearing, mentioned violence, bad little beartraps

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"Poor puppy, the beartrap got you too, huh?" she mumbled to the hurt, whimpering wolf as Leon was doing his best to pry the beartrap open. "We'll help you, don't you worry."

"There you go, buddy." Leon spoke to the wolf as well after he was finally able to force the trap open. He waited until the animal pulled its leg out, which wasn't an easy task - his tensed up muscles told her that much.

When the wolf was finally free it looked back at them, while it licked it's hurt leg. Then it did its best to get the well known proud and straight posture back as it barked as a thank you.

"Look at this guy! How adorable!" she spoke up as the wolf turned around and ran away, even if it had a limp what seemed to slow it down.

"Yeah, you're right." Leon agreed as he stood up and let the beartrap close up again with a loud noise.

He looked at his lover, who was still looking after the wolf hoping she'll catch another glimpse of it in the high bushes. He couldn't help but smile as well at her soft features and small giggles. So loving and kind, yet so dangerous at the same time.

"Leon?"

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Can we please-"

"No." Leon interrupted with a chuckle, knowing what she wanted to say. "I'm afraid we can't."

"Why?" she seemed hurt at his answer. "Look at how cute it was! And it's hurt now!"

"But we can't bring it with us, darling." he explained as he took one of her hands and pressed a kiss into her palm.

"Sure thing we can!" she argued, but her gestures were still soft, making Leon know that she wasn't actually angry with him. "Just imagine our days off; you, me and the dog on the couch watching some shitty movies."

"A wolf, sweetheart. It's a wolf, not a dog. We wouldn't have the time to take care of it, we don't get that many days off." Leon pressed a kiss to her forehead as he hugged her, his voice was still patient and kind. "Although it would be funny to see the neighbours faces."

"Exactly! Especially after that girl was all over you."

"She wasn't for long. You scared her to death." Leon laughed at the memory of her lover with the typical jealous 'you're dead' glance.

"Sure thing I did. I couldn't let her steal you away from me."

"No one will steal me away, I promise."

Their lips met in a short, but sweet kiss; while her hands found their way up to his hair and neck. She pulled away and hugged him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

"We have to go, sweetheart. We have to find Baby Eagle."

She giggled and took a step back, looking up at him. "Wait 'til I tell her we call her Baby Eagle."

His hand found hers as they got going. She intertwined their fingers and she felt his thumb gently stroke her knuckles.

"Actually... I think she'd agree with me. We should take the puppy home..."

Leon just sighed as he tried to hide a chuckle. There was no way she'll let that topic go - not for a while at least.

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She groaned as she grabbed Leon's arms, who - like the gentleman he is - was kind enough to help her up. As soon as she was on her feet again she got attacked by his hugs, his hands keeping her close to his chest, his lips kissing the top of her head. It was a thing that always melted her heart. After every enemy, after every hard path he was right next to her, kissing her, checking up on her, looking at her limbs to make sure she didn't get any cuts or bruises.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, yeah I am." she answered, still keeping her face hidden in his chest, only pulling away to look up at him and make sure he was fine as well. "What about you?"

" 'Never been better."

She playfully smacked his arm at the answer, worry was still on her face.

"No need for any of that macho bullshit. I'm being serious, are you okay?"

"Of course I am, darling. Thanks to you... and your buddy."

And there it was, her buddy was standing on a cliff, its posture proud and happy as it panted, because it got tired after the fight with the 'big boy' as Leon called that thing. It howled and looked down at them again.

"Yeah, my buddy. I told you the little guy is the best help around here."

"That you did sweetheart. That you did." Leon mumbled as his lover let go of him to walk towards the cliff to say thank you for the wolf's help.

"Thanks buddy." he spoke to the animal as well when he walked up to it, remembering how the wolf distracted the monster so it didn't attack his lover.

"Such a good boy, right?"

Leon turned to look at his partner, examined the way her eyes were shining, how her voice got a small pitch when she talked to the animal. He loved how her lips formed a big, happy smile and how her whole posture relaxed.

"Yeah, you're right." he looked at the wolf again. The animal was standing at the edge of the cliff, looking down at them, wiggling its tail. It didn't seem to be afraid of them or angry at them. It seemed pretty cute and curious - even Leon had to admit that. "Do you want to pet him?"

"Can I?" the way her eyes lightened up at his words made it impossible for him to say no.

"Come here."

He grabbed her waist, being careful to not put too much pressure on her ribs, and lifted her up, until she could be on the same level as the wolf. She then stretched out her arm, letting the wolf sniff her hand and when it made sure she wasn't there for an attack, it took a step towards her, letting her pet its head.

"Leon?" she asked at her fingers brushed along the animal's fur.

"What is it sweetheart?"

"Can we please take-"

"No, I'm sorry but we can't." he chuckled at her words. "But I promise you that we'll get a puppy when we get home."

Her sudden excitement almost made them fall over - but just like always, he was there to catch her and look out for her safety.

#someone get this man a dog #resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #fluff

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barneyfan99579 · 5 months

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told y'all i was gonna do it. fucked up evil freehoun staring corrupted barney and freeman? (yes his name is freeman with a question mark), theyre both from slender fortress (community gamemode on tf2)

the second drawing was an idea by my friend scrwny. thansk scranwy. anyways i like to hc barney went crazy (as stated in the wiki) BECAUSE gordon turned into stone. but then they met aghain. and they kill people. bc why not. barney has gordon again but they kept killing people ok freeman? is a weeping angel sorta thing yk and barney just has a chainsaw. he can set up beartraps n shit, his hearing is great and he's agile have a nice day/noon/night

(and if anyone's wondering, no i did not make neither of theese characters, they're just slender fortress bosses :] i deeply apologize if anyone got confused)

#half life #barney calhoun #half life 2 #hl2 #art #digital art #gordon freeman #freehoun #blood #corrupted barney #freeman?#slender fortress

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blueberrypancakesworld · 6 months

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John Stone - Yandere - You will be mine - Part.3

warning : blood/wounds, beartrap, loss of hope, stockholm syndrom, use of Sir, comfort, kissing, implied/mentioned sex, obsession, degradation

Summary : She was his and even if this was true, his angel was still his innocent lam full of will. She would escape from here but what if the wolf sinks his teeth into her can she still run or will she lose herself to him?

Info : No one asked for a this part but I got an Idea after watching the trailer again and went well Part.3 more blood and more dark themes so here we are. Have fun reading :) Ps: This part should have been shorter but I got caried away with him and ideas. So you all be getting a Part.4 ;)

Part.1, Part.2

(gif by @angels-holocaust )

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°His angel was his. And when he brought the box into the room and put the things in place. The cold leather of the handcuffs felt perfectly natural in his hand, but he had to make sure his angel was still there when he got back. Just because you had won a battle didn't mean the mission was over.

°Putting the dark leather cuff on her wrist and attaching it to the headboard, he looked at her. Her eyes were still closed, she seemed so peaceful and frail, so immaculate, but for now she would wear leather instead of the sacred garment. His gaze went to the white collar and a grin came to his lips - he hadn't bought the collar with the loop for a chain or leash just for the sake of it. Until his darling learned to behave, that he only wanted the best for her, he would have to chain her up.

°,,I know you'll understand...and be good for me," he talked to the unconscious girl and sat down by her bed. Let his rough hands, which seemed so much bigger, wander over her soft body. Put his hand on hers and felt her warmth and security. ,,You will look beautiful," he continued, taking out the white leather collar, gently lifting her head and placing it around her neck before pulling it tighter. Not taking away enough air for her to breathe but still tight enough for her to know it was there.

°She could feel that if it wasn't the collar his hands were around her neck that his hands were all over her and more than once he had lost himself in his dreams about her. How long can a predator suppress its desire for flesh? Especially when the prey is right in front of him...completely defenceless. With a sigh and one last stroke across her cheeks, he turned away from her. He knew that he couldn't and shouldn't waste any more time. And yet he wanted to finally feel her.

°Closing the door behind him and walking out of the room, he got back into his car and drove back to the city. Time when he wasn't with his darling, time when she was alone. Time that kept him away from her. But above all, it was time in which she slowly regained consciousness. The pain in her head was clear and the first thing she realized was that she didn't know where she was and it took her several moments to understand what had happened. Her cries for help were not heard by anyone, no one heard her.

°,,Please get up" she begged the restraint when she realized that she was chained to the bed and that the cold leather only made her more afraid and with every breath the leather around her neck seemed to get tighter. As much as she didn't want to believe it, the fact that John, the man she thought was kind and maybe even had a thing for her, would do something like this was frightening. He didn't seem to take advantage of her like the others and appreciated her kindness, it was all so perfect for a moment.

°But now all she felt was fear, fear that she would die here and fear that she would never get out again. Looking around, all she could feel was her heart beating fast, the rush of blood in her ears and the fear that she would never come out again. Something something something she thought and looked around and saw the small bedside lamp next to her and saw that it was an older model still with a bulb. Her option. Her only way out.

°She tried to grasp the lamp head with her free hand until she held the bulb in her hand, but every time the floorboards of the house creaked, she paused. She was afraid he was back. She almost threw the lamp towards the door, but it was only her fear that was playing tricks on her. When she finally held the light bulb in her hand, she moved as far away from it as she could as she smashed it against the wood of the bedside table. There were only tiny little cuts she saw on her hand but she felt nothing, she was too focused on cutting through the leather with it.

°It seemed to take an eternity, with every movement it seemed as if John would reappear. The deer was in danger of being seen by the wolf trying to escape. ,,Come on... yes!" she shouted, tearing the last piece of leather with an effort and rushing down from the bed and running to the door. It was open. A relieved sound came from her lips as she opened it, worried that he was standing outside, but the house still seemed alone. Rushing to the main door, she saw the wall against which he had pinned her, the knife against her body. Tearing herself away from the image, she was surprised to find the main door open but he probably didn't think she would get free either.

°Opening it and running out seemed not like hours but years since she had seen the free one. Just away she thought and ran down the driveway, she couldn't get off his property but she had to get back on the road eventually. There was always a way. A path that ended when she saw the blue car turning into the driveway at the beginning. Her heart stopped now she was really the deer in front of the car headlights. As she ran back past the house towards the forest that was nearby.

°She had to speed up, had to hide, had to be quiet. Pain. A click went through the air before a guttural cry came from her. With a sudden stop, she came to a halt and felt the spikes dig into her skin. Looking down to the ground, she saw a hidden bear trap now snapped shut under leaves. She saw the blood mixing with her fabric and the metal and felt a wave of dizziness come over her as she saw the sight. But it was the pain that held her there, the pain that told her she was trapped. Again. ,,What a clever girl! Didn't your daddy teach you how to set traps!" shouted John, who had just got out of his car and was looking red.

°She wouldn't get out of the trap but her attempts to open it failed miserably and limping away was out of the question. ,,Please-Please go away," she begged as he came closer and closer to her and she desperately tried to get out of the trap, only making things worse. But his almost amused smile let her know that he knew it was over. He stood in front of her and seemed to take pleasure in her frightened look. Before he started to walk around her, she had difficulty following and was afraid of having the knife stuck in her back.

°,,Bloody and strong" he began and gripped her jaw hard, pulling it forward slightly and knowing it hurt her. Her attempted blow was intercepted with ease and his squeeze almost made her cry out in horror. ,,My angel... I never thought you had such a stimulating side," he murmured to her and slowly let go of her wrist. His look was warning enough and he saw how she understood. She hoped that this "other side" made her unattractive to him, that he would let go of her and leave her alone.

°,,You're not going to escape again, are you?" he asked and she whimpered as he pressed against the trap with his boot, driving the sharp teeth of the trap further into her flesh. The soldier knew how to trick people into getting what he wanted. At the same time, he tenderly kissed her forehead as she answered him. ,,My good girl," he murmured to her before he opened the trap with a single movement and she pulled her foot out. The pain stopped and was replaced by the dull throbbing.

°But she didn't dare look at the car, the forest or anywhere else, instead she looked down and was suddenly surprised when he stepped away from her. She lost her footing as he was still supporting her and landed on the ground with another pained cry. ,,Wh-What?" she mumbled, not understanding what he wanted as he looked down at her, disappointment in his gaze. He moved a few meters away and leaned against the stairs of the house before he said, ,,Crawl to me...crawl to me like an filthy animal and I'll take care of you...otherwise you'll die of blood loss or blood poisoning". Words that left his lips cold and without mercy she knew he meant it.

°It was only a few meters, a few steps that seemed to take an eternity in her condition. She wanted to scream, cry and kill him and yet she did. She did what he asked, let herself be humiliated and followed his words. She crawled towards him as best she could without hitting her injured leg on the ground. Saw how his mood lifted with every movement and he looked at her with satisfaction. At one point she almost snapped her hand away and threatened to fall, only to catch herself at the last moment. Before she reached him, her dirty hands clutched at his jeans as if he were everything. Something inside her told her that she couldn't escape. She would never escape him. That he was the only one who would ever help her.

°,,Please...Sir," she said defeatedly, looking up at him, begging him to finally let it go. Knowing he was her new life before he lifted her up and the next moment she was in his arms. He held her gently and yet tightly enough. ,,My angel, I'm proud of you," he murmured to her, giving her a kiss on the head before walking back into the house with her in his arms. It was quiet as it should be they were alone and yet every noise they made seemed to be too loud.

°He knew that the more blood she lost, the longer she went without treatment, the worse the consequences would be. Taking her back to the bedroom, he ignored her fearful noise. He knew that for her it was the image of a cage and yet she would have to endure it until he let her out again and she appreciated it. She appreciated him and everything he had done and would do for her. As carefully as he could, he was about to set her down on the bed when he paused. She was afraid that he would take her somewhere else before he carried her to the chair in the corner. ,,Can you hold out a little longer?" he asked when he saw how her reactions seemed to be getting fuzzier and slower.

°Her nod was enough for him and he stroked her head in praise before picking up the broken glass from the light bulb with his hand and throwing it away. His darling shouldn't cut herself, she would still bleed enough and she would get enough of this too. He knew exactly what he had to do to change the last bit in her and he would do it.

°She stretched her arms out in his direction as he lifted her up, holding on to him tightly and saw that he smiled that he liked that she accepted his help, that she accepted him. Putting her on the bed, he let her go and picked up the bandage box and a few things. But even if it was another case of her trying to escape again, she didn't do it. She remained lying there with her upper body leaning against the large pillow and tried as best she could to ignore the pain in her leg.

°She even felt something like relief when he came back with the first aid kit and sat down on the bed, placing her injured leg on top of his. He knew what he had to do, he had seen too many injured soldiers in the war. Too many comrades he had tried to save only to lose them in the blood. ,,Hold still," he said, only concentration in his gaze and yet the pain he caused was their punishment. It had no pity, no sympathy and no understanding for her reaction. Only naive girls run away from their fate he thought and looked at her as she clung to the bed, trying not to make a sound. But at the latest when he ran the disinfectant over the wounds, she cried out.

°His eyes went to her tears and she saw him say quietly, ,,You brought this on yourself," and she tried to mend her ways. She tried not to cry through the pain. She didn't want to be the stupid defiant girl. She wanted to be his good girl and suddenly she realized something. In all that had happened, she wanted his approval. ,,You understood, didn't you? My look, your behavior...you want it, don't you?" he asked as he wrapped the bandage around the compress and ran his hand up her leg. To her astonishment, the mix of pain, sin and lust was too much. She returned to herself and avoided his gaze, the slight warmth on her cheeks clearly visible.

°She heard his smirk as he stroked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. ,,Say it," he demanded his hand that was on her leg went down to her injury she winced as he squeezed lightly. She remembered what a wrong answer meant. ,,I-I...want you," she said so softly that it was barely more than a whisper, but he had heard it and seen everything. From her shaky breath that had increased since he had moved his hand further up. Further to her center he felt her warmth saw her look full of shame her fingers clinging to him the lips that didn't know whether to insult or beg him. Her thighs as she squeezed them together to get more of the feeling.

°,,Good girl," he murmured to her before pulling her into a kiss that overcame the last bit of space between them. His hand went under her skirt and pushed it up, exposing her thighs. She wanted to hide and sank back onto the mattress and he saw nothing but pure beauty beneath him. His angel clinging to him slowly and quietly asking for more, finally needing him as he needed her. Her shyness was only more attractive. He would ruin her completely and rebuild her, he would make his angel perfect.

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#daddy's girl 2018 #daddys girl 2018 #john stone #john stone x reader #costas mandylor

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Hello, could you make Marshall Lee x Human doctor female reader?

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Surviving the apocalypse, one bandage at a time

Character: Marshall Lee

Tags: Descriptions of injury, fem!reader, canon typical violence, set during the mushroom war, (hasn't been proofread)

Synopsis:

Life during an apocalypse is difficult enough as it is; imagine how much more difficult it becomes if you are inherently compassionate and well-meaning by nature. There's gonna be people taking advantage of that and today is just another reminder of it.

Wordcount: 1047

Tag list: @foxpearlwilder

While searching for anything important through a pile of rubble you suddenly hear faint pleas for help around the corner, so you run there with only your medical supplies and around three days' worth of food and water. Even if the world ended, it wouldn't completely change you as a person; back then when you were working at a hospital, you'd skip lunch on occasion to save more time to help someone in need, and today was no exception even if it meant losing out on supplies. The main difference is that people were not struggling as much as they are now. As you approach the corner, you notice something strange: the cries abruptly end and you're left in complete silence. Just when you start wondering if this is all in your head, you're proven wrong the worst way possible when then your foot steps on a metallic platform and sharp spikes bite into your ankle, suddenly you're the one screaming for help.

It's then that three stragglers emerge from their hiding places with daggers in their hands; you beg them to release you, but they have other priorities and ignore your pleas but take all of your belongings instead. While they talk among themselves you drop into the ground into a dissociative state.

"Anything good?" One of the stragglers asks another.

"Nah, just a bunch of bandages and ointments."

Their conversation fades into background noise as you try to pry the bear trap from your ankle, but every time you place your fingertips on either side of its jaws, it only makes you whimper at the pain crawling up the rest of your leg like a million bee stings. The sight isn't pleasant either, but the only reason you managed to pull your eyes away from your hurt leg is because the stragglers stopped talking when one of them began violently choking. The creature that appeared is one you've only heard about in campfire stories from other survivors and don't want to see in person, but here it is, its ashy gray skin contrasting against the struggler's dark clothing and vivid blood dripping from its mouth as it chops through the poor fool's neck. The lingering pain on your leg was nothing but an afterthought as you frantically attempt force the beartrap open although it meant ruining your leg further, but a damaged leg is nothing compared to the fate waiting for you if the vampire get's it's claws on you, and at that moment it's like the vampire thought the same thing cause once it finished eating the scavenges it immediately looked in your direction with it's cold dead blue eyes. With the monster now aware of you, you barely open the trap enough for your leg to slip though even if the teeth ripped through pieces of your skin but even then with blood running down your foot you still get up and make a break for it. But what good is running away with a broken ankle?

Just when the thought came you once again fall down, grabbing onto anything nearby to defend yourself as the monster looms over you.

The creature eyes you like a succulent meal but it would never have the chance to taste your flesh because of the pointy wood stake suddenly bursting through its chest, it takes a second for the monster to process it just like you do, cause by the time it looked down at it's chest it immediately proofed into a dust cloud and reveals the man behind it. He inhales the dust cloud left behind by the feral vampire and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, burping a bit as if he just ate a delicious hamburger.

His wild hair is the color of molasses and sticks all over the place with only a side ponytail keeping his eyes clear, although the ashy skin is something to be concerned over the only reason you're not jumping away in terror is because of his eyes, they're a fascinating ruby red that look down at you with what you can only hope is sympathy.

"You okay girlie?" He asks, voice smooth like chocolate.

"... Kinda." You mumble, directing your view to your messed up leg.

"Oh dang, that looks bad."

"Just bring me my bag." You grunt through clenched teeth.

The stranger nods and floats away, I repeat- the stranger with the unnatural eyes, skin and food preference also happens to float! If it wasn't because of your damaged leg you would've ran away from this guy the second he showed up, but alas, fate is taking you on a rollercoaster ride today and by the looks of it it had no intention of slowing down yet.

Atleast he's not as bloodthirsty as the other one. The stranger brought you your bag and even the stuff that was thrown around by the scavengers, he didn't speak to you during the whole thing but he did loom over as he watched you work on your leg with practiced hands even though the dried up tears and quivering lips. He did ask at one point "Don't you need something for the pain?"

You shook your head as you held a scalpel in your mouth, taking it with your free hand as you add. "I would, but I'm both the patient and the doctor so..." You struggled a bit to tie the final knot with one hand so the stranger gripped it with both hands for you and tied it together, he did it a bit too tight but that's just what you need to make sure nothing gets out of place.

"Thanks, for everything I mean." You finally voice out in a meek voice, now that the risk of bleeding out wasn't at the top of your mind.

"Don't sweat it, it's just another day on the job." He responds with well earned confidence if he's constantly hunting vampires that easily. "Are you gonna be okay wandering around with a broken foot?"

You grab a nearby tree branch and use it as an improvised walking cane, struggling to get up and balance yourself with one foot. "I will be... eventually, I've been at it for a while for a hurt leg won't stop me-" it's then that your tree branch breaks in half but the stranger holds you with one arm to prevent you from kissing up the urban pavement.

"Now, I ain't no babysitter but how about you stick around me for a while?" A suggestion you hesitate to accept when you catch sight of his sharp fangs, but considering your options, he's probably the safest companion available right now.

"Alright. But only until I get better."

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And that's how you begin your short road trip with the stranger you've come to know as Marshall Lee, he still gives you the creeps but he doesn't need food to survive so that's already a game changer now that you don't have to share every can of beans you miraculously found along the way. However that doesn't take away how much of a show off and a tease he can be, especially when you need his help or he brags about his latest kill that week, you usually shrug him off and feed a bit into his ego but hey; anything to keep other vampires away. It's after a short while that he came back to you after a hunt with a pretty nasty scratch over his chest, the second you caught sight of the darken stain on his shirt you immediately jumped to your feet and went up to him with your doctor's bag, he'd wave off the injury saying something like "It's nothing, it'll heal on its own tomorrow. You should've seen the other guy though-!" Marshall nonchalantly brings up but that doesn't reassure you in the slightest, especially with how brutal you've seen other vampires attack.

"Marshall you're bleeding bucket loads! Atleast let me patch it up, now, take off your shirt." You exclaim.

He crooked an eyebrow at that, making light of the situation. "Hey girl, if you wanted to see me shirtless you could've asked-" he wanted to keep joking about it but you gave him a stare that only meant you were in "doctor mode" and didn't have time for any jokes. He raised his hands in defense, "Alright, alright, give me a second." Marshall did as he was told and raised the shirt over his head and gave you a good look at the large gash over his chest, you soon take action and start the usual procedure you do on your patients, disinfect the wound, try to clean it the best you can before adding ointment and gauze tape. Just like any usual day on the job. Glob, how do you miss those days. Marshall stayed quiet during the whole thing just like when you first two met, he liked seeing you work, that concentrated expression on your face and the way you moved fast but precise, as if you committed the process to muscle memory without double thinking anything.

"Where'd you learn to do all the medical stuff? Doesn't it take like, a crazy long time to learn it?"

You shrug, not minding the small talk. "I used to do first aid service for the red cross in highschool and was on my first years of studying medicine before the bombs fell, still, I performed medical attention to survivors back at my old camp." You explain as brief as you can, still focusing on wrapping the gauze over him.

"Makes sense and educated gal like you lives in a camp, the only folks I see out in the wastelands that aren't mutated are those vault dwellers."

"I don't live at the camp anymore, that's why when you found me I was on my own." You clarify.

"Huh. Why not go back to them? you guys seem to do better in groups than on your own. Who knows what monsters are waiting to ambush a pretty gal like you." He makes a snark remark on that, you're unsure if the monsters he's talking about since almost everything out here seems to get you

Your hands pause a bit, looking up at those red eyes that are now swimming in dark pools just like his hair. "You mean like the vampires, or the scavengers, or...?"

"Me." He confirms.

It's then that you lower your gaze to his chest realizing how his wound healed up faster than your ointments could even if you perfected the formula or had the right ingredients. Your hands went up to remove the gauze and the bandages, with your palms mindlessly running through his exposed chest as if you were still processing the fact he regenerated it in a matter of minutes, it's then that Marshall raised your hand to the upper left side where his heart would be but you don't feel it's beat. Almost like a corpse. "What are you?" You finally ask.

"Me? I'm the son of a vampire, and maybe half demon. Don't tell me it scares you out now?"

You laugh briefly, raising your hand to his cheek. "Not at all."

#adventure time x reader #marshall lee the vampire king #marshall lee x reader #adventure time

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sinfullyrosey · 2 years

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Eldritch Horror!Reader HC

'Cause I have no self control.

Warnings: Feral Reader, Body Horror, References to Reader acting Animalistic, Teratophilia (Relatively SFW)

EH!Reader was originally quite and unassuming, but slowly got more and more feral as time went along. Hey, if the humans are allowed to go apeshit and overblot, then why can’t they do the same???

Gonna keep their true form as vague as possible as to allow more creative freedom. Bu~ut EH!Reader is able to shapeshift by essentially splitting their flesh open and having their insides become their outsides (think sort of like how the demogorgon’s head works). They’re true form is not fleshy nor does it resemble a humans. They’re much bigger and are barely humanoid.

They can also unhinge their jaw and swallow things whole, have sharp teeth and claws, has inhuman strength, speed and endurance, and can typically brush off major attacked. Their organs also can shift, so damage to them doesn’t appose much of a risk since they can just self-heal in a way.

Most of the beastmen, fae, and merfolk students could sense something was off about them, but were never quite able to put their finger on it. Leona and Ruggie just shrugged it off, more so on Leona’s end. Jack didn’t want to come off as invasive and just chalked it up to them not originating from TWST. The Tweels were curious, especially Floyd, and could subtly pick up their bad aura. Azul would never admit it, but he felt threatened by them upon first meeting and reconsidered making a deal in fear of unforeseen repercussions. Malleus and Lilia knew right off the bat something wasn’t right, but like Jack, chalked it up to them not being from this world. And Sebek, poor baby’s senses couldn’t fully pick up on them not being human due to only being half fae, and kicks himself for not being better at protecting Malleus from possible threats.

As mentioned above, as time goes along and EH!Reader becomes more comfortable around the others, they become more feral and affectionate. Hugging, cuddling, rubbing up against, and creating this deep, low rumble sound akin to a purr (it’s not, but Ace is convinced it is). They can be pretty aggressive with their affection sometimes, pushing down someone and getting on top of them like a demandful cat. *Side eyes Leona*

But EH!Reader’s favorite form of affection is the most terrifying because they just straight up unhinge their jaw and gently naws on the head of their target friend. It’s like a weird form of kiss. They especially love doing this with ADeuce and the other 1st years. Most don’t like it because EH!Reader is like a fucking beartrap and could easily bite their heads off why would anyone like this??? Vil especially hates it because it has ruined his hair and makeup, so now he’s constantly on guard incase the prefect decides to surprise attack him like the menace they are.

Speaking of which, Vil isn’t too fond of EH!Reader, but they sure do like him. Kind of. Pre-overblot, they hated him due to making Epel cry. During overblot, EH!Reader revealed their true form for the first time so they could punch Vil. And post-overblot, they now like him. He smells nice and gives them poisoned apples as treats.

Yes, the eldritch creature can eat poisoned apples. The poison gives it its zest and they like the crunch.

Ace: Hey guys, check this out.

Everyone: ?

Ace, holding an apple in his palm: Y/N, look, treat!

EH!Reader: !!! *Opens maw and tongue immediately shoots out and grabs the apple, then swallows it whole*

Everyone, horrified: wth

Speaking of nawing on things, they want to nom on Azul’s tentacles like a chew toy after seeing his overblot form. Azul’s previous discomfort has now been upgraded to legit fear. He actively avoids the abomination for his own safety.

EH!Reader loves to playwrestle with Floyd since the eel doesn’t hold back and can, surprisingly, hold his own against them. If Jade joins, even better. If Floyd is in his merform, great, at least Floyd lets them nom on his tail. If both twins are in their merform and roughhousing with them, they are one happy little eldritch beast.

Also, nearly lost it the first time they saw Jamil breakdance ‘cause like, it has the same energy as roughhousing, but without the violence, and that’s just so cool? They can’t dance like he can, but will move their body just as aggressively if not more so. Jamil just takes it as a challenge and goes hard.

Screaming matches with the Heartslabyul flamingos. One called them a bitch and they weren’t gonna take that lying down.

EH!Reader is banned from participating in the Bean Fest ‘cause it doesn’t take a genius to realize how much of a bad idea that is. Do not let the literal eldritch creature hunt other students for sport. Just don’t.

Speaking of hunting. Rook. EH!Reader does not like him. He’s invasive, stalks people, and purposefully provokes non-human students for his own personal gain. Does not like being viewed as prey by some annoying mortal and hurled this blond, French bitch across the training field after getting too close to their gaping maw while they were yawning.

To answer the pressing question: Could EH!Reader take on Lilia or even Malleus? The answer: Yes, but only if magic wasn’t involved. Just because they’re an interdimensional eldritch abomination with the strength of a demigod, doesn’t mean they can combat literal magic. Like, the whole reason Malleus is so powerful is due to his magic abilities, so he could easily use some spell to restrain and overpower them if need be.

Not like Malleus would do that anyway because holy Great Seven, they’re his bffl and the two go on night walks and EH!Reader is openly affectionate with this touch-starved dragon. Little creature even grabbed his horns and forcefully pulled him down so they could sniff at them before giving him their special form of “kiss.”

Surprisingly, is mostly well behaved for the professors, specifically Crewel. It took a while for the others to start noticing just how receptive they are towards Crewel’s weird form of appraisal/scolding. Apparently getting called a “Good pup!” and receiving headpats is a quick way to get them to behave.

Disclaimer: Don’t actually treat EH!Reader like an animal or pet. They will bite you. And not in the friendly way.

Fiercely protective of their friends and will not hesitate to maul someone or something that dares to harm them. They even nearly killed an assassin who attempted to kill Kalim when the two of them snuck away from Jamil to hang out. Jamil now occasionally lets EH!Reader watch over Kalim so he can have a break.

Everyone: The ghost bride won’t accept anyone as her groom and she keeps slapping us! What are we to do?!

EH!Reader: I can devour her if ya want.

Everyone: What.

EH!Reader: What.

Whenever they’re in a new environment or meet a new person, they sniff everything. And not just a simple sniff where you take two whiffs and move on, I mean they will go around smelling any and everything for a good while to really take it all in. Partially this is to become familiar with everything and to rule out any dangers, but it’s also because they like the smell of certain things. Like mentioned above, they like how Vil smells, but also enjoys Trey, Cater, ADeuce, Lilia, Sam, Kalim, Idia, Ruggie, and even Grim’s scent as well.

EH!Reader: *Smelling a bookcase*

Ace: Ohh, getting a good sniff in, eh Y/N?

Deuce: They’ve been smelling that bookcase for nearly 30 minutes...

Ace: Eh, they’re just taking it all in.

Think this little creature only smells things? Wrong. EH!Reader also scents things and people using these glands on their face (similar to how cats do). Once they’re comfortable with the person and trust them enough, they’ll rub their face against them in order to scent or “mark” them. Each person has a unique scent to them and EH!Reader does that as a form of identification. Nobody can smell it but them.

NPC Student: Ah, w-what are they doing?

Deuce: Oh, don’t worry, they’re just scenting you.

NPC Student: S-scenting???

Deuce: Yeah, it’s kind of a way for them to identify you, like a marker. Don’t worry, they do it to people they like.

If it were not for the laws of this land, EH!Reader would have slaughtered Crowley by now.

Actually, it’s probably best never to let them near anyone who’s wronged their friends... *Side eyes Riddle, Jamil, and Leona’s Families*

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #GN!Reader #fuck this got long #Once again I am not tagging every character because it's long and I'm lazy #maybe later idk

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