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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 1 year

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“you can call me on my phone i’ll run to you, you won’t ever have to Sleep Alone”

“but if you want it you can have it, you can have me in full”

synopsis// the lines between platonic and romantic become even more blurred for you, if possible, when you realize your best friend truly would do anything for you.

pairing// maki zenin x gn!reader

word count// 1.8k

contents// ages arent specified but everyone is adults, angst if you squint maybe, ooc maki/soft maki, hurt/comfort?, mentions of nightmares

notes// YES THIS IS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER WATERPARKS SONG LMFAOOOO. i cannot be stopped but cmon its sleep alone!! sleep alone supremacy!! my fav!!! also also this was supposed to be wayyyy more light hearted n then it suddenly got kinda deep for a moment idk how that happened... anyways do ppl even read maki ff?

Nightmares were nothing new to you; you had them quite frequently, if not all the time, and your best friend had repeatedly told you to call her when they occurred, and she would be more than willing to come and comfort you. But how could you do that? You couldn't for two reasons.

The first being that your best friend was Maki, and she wasn't much of a touch person (or really a people person in general), which is all you wanted in those moments: to be held. and two, that your best friend was Maki. the girl you are quite literally in love with. Is it silly to be in love with the oh-so independent girl who demands to do things herself? Yes, very much so, and you know that considering you’re the exact opposite. Neither of which is a bad thing; it just makes things difficult— well it would if you two were dating, you think.

Tonight was just like any other night: you got yourself comfy in bed, scrolled through your phone for a few minutes before texting a sweet little goodnight to Maki, who quickly replied back, wishing you sweet dreams; it was just like any other night, nightmares included. which is why you woke up in a cold sweat, practically panting; the only thing illuminating your room was the moon.

Once you had slightly calmed down, you sat up and grabbed your phone. You flinched away from the bright screen until your eyes could adjust, finally seeing that it was around two a.m. You sighed as you unlocked your phone and called Maki. You constantly refused her offer of coming over at times like this, but you always accepted her offer of calling; you’d take what you could get— which could be quite literally everything you want, but alas, you’re not aware of that yet.

Maki hums over the line. “Hey, you ok?”

You hum back. “nightmare.”

Maki clears her throat. “I’ll call you back in, like, ten minutes, maybe, ok?”

You go wide-eyed at her statement, and you can feel your heart drop a bit. Were you bothering her? “I'm sorry, are you busy?”

“Yeah, something like that, but i promise we’ll talk ok?" Maki says goodbye almost too eagerly before hanging up.

You sigh and practically throw your phone back onto your side table as you flop back down in bed. You knew this day would come, where she’d get annoyed with how you called almost every night, with how you weren’t as self-sufficient as she was, and besides, what could she be doing at two in the morning? You don't know how long you lay there staring at your ceiling, feeling like you wanted the world to swallow you whole, but you know it's been awhile. You probably would have stayed like that until morning if it hadn't been for the knock on your front door bringing you back to your senses.

Your feet dragged as you begrudgingly made your way toward the door, opening it only to see Maki there with a slight tired smile on her face as she held a bag full of things you couldn't quite make out in one hand. Standing there in your pjs, you suddenly felt very vulnerable; yes, she's your best friend, but you didn't want her to see you like this, see you as a person? It would complicate things, complicate your feelings even further. Your face feels hot and blue as the two of you stand there in silence for a few moments.

“Are you gonna let me in?” she asks flatly with a slight tilt of her head.

You don't say anything; you just move out of the way and let her in, and she walks toward your room as if she'd been here before, which she hasn't.

“Maki, what are you doing here?” you ask in disbelief as she sits on your bed.

“Well, I had a feeling you’d call, and I don't know; I thought it would be better for you if I was actually here, right?” She speaks so softly to you, which isn't much of a surprise; Maki was softer in general with you than she was with other people, and it always leaves you with butterflies, it always leaves you with a hope you know you shouldn’t entertain for your own sanity.

“You could’ve told me,” you huff as you sit next to her on the bed.

Maki laughs slightly. “Why, so you can tell me not to come? Yeah, right," she says jokingly.

You hum in agreement; she’s right; you'd never willingly let her come. “So what’s in the bag?”

Maki looks at the bag in her hand briefly before placing it on your side table. “Just some snacks; I wasn’t really sure what we’d do when I got here…”

You hum sleepily; you weren’t sleepy a few seconds ago, so why now? Why does just being around Maki soothe you like a lullaby?

“Or we can lay down,“ she adds when she realizes how droopy your eyes are getting now.

You don't try to protest her suggestions; you're too tired at this point, and your sole wish is just to lay down with her. You nod and get up to turn off the light you had turned on earlier when you heard the door. While you're up, Maki gets herself comfortable on the far side of the bed, and you quickly join her. The two of you lay there stiffly on your backs, and although you were sleepy and happy in her presence, it's not enough; you need to feel her, be held by her.

“Maki?” you question meekly.

“Yeah?” she hums.

“You can totally say no, but, um, do you think you could hold me?” You ask nervously as you fidget with your hands.

Maki turns her head to look at you and doesn’t say anything; she just smiles sweetly at you while she lifts her arm, which you can see from your peripheral vision; she’s giving you access to lay on her. You look at her wide-eyed briefly before practically scrambling to get your head on her chest, your arm draping over her torso as she brings hers back down to rest on your back. You two lay still for a few moments before she starts to rub her hand up and down your back soothingly, an action she never thought would come naturally to her, yet here she is, and she has to say it might be the best feeling in the world—even better than proving her “family” wrong.

"Y/N, how come you’ve never let me come over before?” She asks out of the blue, fingers still trailing up and down your back, which, along with the question, sends shivers down your spine that you hope she can’t feel.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m embarrassed?” You murmur against her.

“Embarrassed?” she asks, clearly confused.

You groan slightly. “Haven’t you ever noticed how different we are?”

Maki tilts her head down slightly to look at you, eyes and eyebrows narrowing at you in confusion. “what?”

“You’re so self-sufficient, so independent, and I’m what? can’t go a night without a nightmare? need you there for me every night?” You respond back almost bitterly, disgusted by your own needs.

maki scoffs. "Y/N, you might be more “independent” than I am.”

“what? "How—I mean, look, you're here because of me!” you exclaim.

“Did you ask me to be here?” she asks.

you frown. “well no but-“

She cuts you off. “Have you ever asked me to be here?”

“no…” you reply quietly, unaware of where she’s going with this.

“exactly! You deal with all your shit by yourself, even when I’ve made it abundantly clear that I’m more than willing to be here for you. maybe you aren’t independent because you want to be, but you’re still independent,” she states matter-of-factly.

“Isn’t being independent a good thing?” You ask quietly, your voice shaking slightly.

She shrugs slightly, as much as she can with you on top of her. “To an extent, but you can be independent and still let me be here for you; they aren’t mutually exclusive.”

You nuzzle your face into her and sigh. This is nice—nicer than you could’ve ever expected. Cuddling with Maki while she rubs her hand up and down your spine, comforting you in more ways than one, is something you could only dream about, but your dreams don’t even come close to this; the real thing is so much better. and suddenly you're clutching her shirt as words fly out of your mouth faster than you can keep up.

“Maki, I like you,” you murmur against her considering your face is practically shoved into her, almost like you're trying to become one with her, which to be honest, you kinda are.

She stifles a laugh. “i know.”

You shake your head and reiterate, “No, I like you.”

She hums and repeats, “I know.”

You blink a few times before you abruptly lift your head to look at her. “wait what?”

She nods and smiles at you. “Oh yeah, I’ve known for a long time.”

“How?” you exclaim.

“You’re very obvious,” she replies nonchalantly.

“And- And you’re okay with it?” You ask nervously, this was not how you were expecting your night to go at all. You were expecting to just call Maki for a little bit until you inevitably felt like you were bothering her and hung up, but not before she tells you she’s more than willing to go over, but you say no, and then you’d stare out your window until you eventually fell back asleep and maybe or maybe not get woken back up from another nightmare. That’s how you were expecting this night to go.

“Of course I’m okay with it; I like you too, moron,” she replies back playfully.

You try to stop your mouth from dropping open, but to no avail; you’re absolutely shocked. You would have never guessed that she liked you back—okay, maybe you could considering how soft she was with you compared to everyone else, but that’s just how best friends are, right? Oh my god, are you seriously trying to convince yourself that she still sees you as just a friend when she just confessed otherwise? you’re insane.

Sometime while you were lost in thought, staring at Maki with your jaw dropped, she brought her free hand that wasn’t caressing your back up and shut your jaw for you, her hand on your face quickly bringing you back to earth.

You clear your throat and blink a few times before stumbling over your words, “So, uh, um, what now?”

She hums and pretends to think for a moment.

“Well, I think now you won’t ever have to sleep alone.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

“If you tell anyone about me cuddling you, I’ll kill you, by the way,” she adds on not even a few moments later.

You giggle before littering kisses on her face, speaking through the kisses, “Yeah, I know.”

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callsignmist · 1 year

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Quiet and sneaky.

AFAB!reader x The Ink Demon

Smut!!!

"CRAP!" I thought themself. "WHY are there so many lost ones here?! I wont be able to beat them all..

I just need to sneak around."

I crouched down and started to sneak through. I banished a few lost ones, and got caught twice but i managed to stay alive. (Yes ik. its the lost ones BUT THERE WERE LIKE 20 OF THEM OKAY?)

Finally I came to the end of the hallway. There was a balcony with a vending machine and a gent recharge station so I climbed up. There still were many lost ones around me so I couldn't make alot of noise. I used my slugs and bought myself some food.

All of the sudden I hear scratches and whispers.

Fuck. The ink demon is coming.

And there were no lockers, or miracle stations anywhere.

He came from behind, and leaned in. I stood still.

"There you are... I've been looking all over for you~"

"What do you need?" I ask him, not exactly harshly or shaky, but with a calm trembling voice. (if ya get ma jist)

"I am hungry. And i need something to play with.

I tracked your smell. You smell so...alluring~"

I weirdly blushed at that.

"How about i play with you, right here?~"

Here?

I mean. He has done this before, so I guess...

HERE?

"Here?! W-wait we can't! The lost ones! They will hear everythi-"

Before i can finish my sentence, a large hand grabs my face and lifts it up.

"I am the ink demon. I rule this realm.

I do not care if some puny peasants see me. I can do WHATever i want. And i do not like to be told no."

"B-but-" I try so say, but i get pushed up against the wall. I wince at he pain.

"Don't tempt me human. I am more that capable of breaking you. Don't test your luck."

"O-okay.."

I close my eyes. Okay, its gonna be okay.

I just have to be qui-

Before i can even process that i wanted to think, a large tentacle pulls down my pants and touches my inner thigh, slowly sliding upwards.

Then another one appears, going under my shirt and wraps itself around my breast and tugging the nipple slightly. I hum softly as i feel another

Tentacle touching me. And with a quick movement, it slides inside me making me gasp loudly.

I hear a voice from underneath. "Shit. Gotta be quiet-ahhh~" i feel the tentacle start to thrust in. I quickly bite my lip as to not make noise, however the creature that stood behind me grabbed my other breast and leaned closer to me again. He started to whisper gently in my ear:

"No need to me shy my dear. I want the whole studio that you belong to me~" and he bites my neck, licking (read: kissing)and suckling on it. I moan.. maybe a bit too loud because someone from underneath starts yelling. The trusting gets harder, and so does your breathing. Icould feel the orgasm nearing. "Fuck" i moan/whisper.

"I- i am-" Before i could finish the tentacle was pulled out of me. I groan in annoyance and suddenly

I was turned onto my back. There were tentacles wrapping around my legs, tying them up and holding them. My hands were also tied. The demon smiled at me.

"Don't worry dear mortal, we arent finished yet~"

A thicker tentacle is shown into my entrance, roughly pulling out and back in. I moan loudly. The ink demon itself starts

Licking whatever part of my skin was visible. Biting my skin and leaving a mark.

I heard lost ones calling out to one another. Shit.

The tentacle kept pumping into me faster and faster. I started to tear up.

Then another Tentacle wrapped around my ass, groping it. I whined, even begged him to continue what he was doing. I was almost at the climax when a long and girthy tounge swiped over my clit. I wailed in pleasure and finally came. I was hot, sticky and tired. But he kept going until a growl was heard and black gooey cum spilled from my body.

"You did good darling.. such a good plaything~" He nuzzles my neck. "Kissing" it lightly and sniffing me. Then the tentacles holding me dissappear, and so does the ink demon. I take a deep breath and pull my pants up. "Where are my underwe-" bitch probably took them. Damn.

I button my pants and fix my shirt. Then I grab my gent pipe and go down the balcony. I was expecting lost ones charging at me but I was greeted by..dead bodies? Then it hit me. "Heh..that Bastard <3" I thought to myself and continued my way, legs still shaky but a big smirk plastered on my face.

#batdr x reader #batdr #the ink demon #x reader #bendy and the dark revival #tentacles #smut

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ann-writes-universes · 1 year

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Athaza (Lucien x Reader) 2/3

A/N: I lied I got a wave of energy and finished it off tonight. ;) (Side note I hardly edited this bitch and accidentally made it super long).

Warnings: Amrantha (cunt), AnGST.

W/C: 5.6k (oops)

He was gone for weeks.

The nature of his work did not allow him to write, and with his absence you did not visit the High lord’s estate.

“You just seem so pitiful.” Naida whispered as she brushed your hair. She was staring at your reflection in the mirror, silently begging you to look at her.

“I miss him, Naida. Is that so hard to fathom?” You replied, glancing at her over your shoulder. Her lips turned down in a frown and she rested a soothing hand on your arm.

“I know sister.”

“He returns soon doesn't he?” Seena chirped, setting her book down momentarily to watch you from her chair in the corner. The morning light lit her in a pleasant glow, and the newly placed engagement ring on her finger shone brightly. Kaius was a lucky male.

You only nodded in reply. Naida moved as you made to stand, the silk of your skirts whispering against the carpeted floor as you made your way to the door.

“Where are you going, Lamb?” Seena pondered, beginning to move from her chair. You held up a hand, shaking your head at her.

“To see if I can go to Tam’s. I think being there might help me.” Your sisters nodded, eyeing one another as you silently left the room. They both smiled briefly, remembering how it felt to be so freshly in love.

–

“I don't see why not. The High Lord has missed your presence.” Your father mused, watching you over the rim of his glasses. You were seated before his desk, eyes hopeful and hands clasped on your crossed knees.

“Emir can escort you on horse today if you wish.”

You pouted, absolutely dreading the idea of riding an hour on horseback with Emir for company. You loved him, of course, but he could be such a pain.

Your father chuckled at your face and looked back to the works before him, “Laurent is away at the sea border, discussing with merchants. It might do you good to spend time with Emir. He can be a royal ass but he loves you.”

You only nodded and thanked your father, eager to be on the way to Tamlin’s estate before noon. As you began to leave your father cleared his throat. Turning to peer at him over your shoulder you were met with his ever soft smile and kind eyes.

“The Vanserra boy is a good male, Lamb. He loves you deeply.” And you nodded, because what else could you say? He was right. You had picked well.

–

“You ride like you're terrified of falling off.”

“Well maybe I am, Emir. Have you considered that?” You spat, keeping your gaze trained on the path before you. Emir rolled his eyes and slouched in his saddle.

“I know you arent. You used to be the best rider out of us all. Even Laurent.” A challenge sparked in his eyes when he turned his gaze to you. The dark mare beneath him huffed erratically and struggled against the tight hold your brother had on her reins.

Narrowing your eyes you met Emir’s gaze, “Dont even fucking think about it Em.” You snarled, tightening your hold on the cream stallion beneath you. Emir only shrugged with a smirk.

“Fine. I wont.” He laughed. He loosened the reins and the mare bolted, kicking up dust as she shot off with your brother cackling wildly atop her. You swore under your breath and urged your own horse to follow.

It felt odd, picking up such speed when it was so unladylike to do so. You had not raced against your siblings since you were young, and the adrenaline was refreshing. In no time, you caught up with Emir and reached out to slap his arm playfully.

“See, I knew you weren't afraid of a horse.” Emir joked, panting from the sudden motion you both had endured. Distantly, Tamlin’s estate came into view. A smirk began to form on your own lips and you didn't even warn Emir before you were off again, chasing the ghosts of you and Lucien’s forms running through this very spot months ago.

“Well Lamb, it seems you have nearly run that horse to death.” Tamlin called as you and Emir walked your horses to the steps. He was brandishing a smile and his arms were crossed over his chest. Servants appeared to take your steeds away, and Emir thanked them softly.

“Those horses were shipped from the continent at a pretty penny. If they can not handle a stretch I will see to it my father gets his money back.” You smiled in reply, bounding up the steps to embrace the blonde lord in a hug. He chuckled into your hair and lifted you from the ground, glad to finally see you once more after so many weeks.

Emir clasped Tamlin by the arm, greeting the High Lord as he had when they were boys.

“I would assume you are both starved. Dinner will be ready soon, please feel free to freshen up and join me in the dining room when you are ready.” And with that Tamlin led the two of you inside.

Being here without Lucien was strange. The wonder and novelty Tamlin’s estate held when you were children had worn off long ago, and without the quick wit and playful banter of your Vanserra brother the hallways now felt cold, empty. Making your way through them after bidding Tamlin a momentary farewell, you could not help but feel the chill of night as it swept through still open windows and darkened corners of the hall.

“You look petrified, Sister.” Emir spoke, gently prodding your side with his elbow. You shook your head, ridding the thoughts and merely smiled at him in return.

“Not in the slightest.”

He fell silent then and slowed to a stop outside the door to the room you both knew well enough was your own. His brow was creased in deep thought and his eyes darted away from your own.

“What is it, Em?” You whispered, reaching out a hand to rest it on his arm. His lips drew together in pensive thought and he finally found the courage to connect his gaze with your own.

“Do you truly love him (Y/N)?” He questioned, concern laced in his tone. “I know what you and Tamlin have said about him but the stories of his family…” He trailed off, no longer able to look at you as your lips turned into a frown and your eyes widened in shock.

“Emir, I would think that after the time you have spent with him yourself, you would think better of him.” You chastised, “Have you not seen the proof that he is nothing like his father and brothers?”

Emir smiled tightly and nodded curtly, patting the hand you rested on his arm gently. “Yes. I suppose I have, but I will always worry about you.”

And you nodded in some semblance of understanding. He was your brother, and would care for you till the day you died just as Laurent and your father would. Just as you would do for them.

“Well now that we’ve settled that, go wash up. You smell like a horse’s ass.” And before he could retort you had disappeared into the door behind you.

–

“That was quite possibly the worst summer of my life!” You giggled, reveling in the laughter of your brother and oldest friend. The wine had been flowing and the food was incredible.

“Gods I still can not believe mother did not kill Seena for that.” Emir chuckled around a mouth of food. Tamlin’s face was flushed from his own laughter and your sides were beginning to hurt from the joyful tales they were retelling, and yet…

And yet, It was empty.

Untouched across from you was Lucien’s chair. His place had been set, and yet his chair was untouched. Each time you looked at it you grew silent and returned your attention to the plate before you. Tamlin watched as your eyes grew distant and your laughter fell short. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head towards your brother, recapturing your gaze.

“Emir, have you considered working on the ships at all?” He spoke, a brow raised as he cut into the meat on his plate. Swallowing, the dark haired male tipped his head in thought and drank deeply from his glass.

“Yes, and no. It's intriguing do not get me wrong but I feel as though it too closely follows Laurent.” He gandered, peering at Tamlin over the rim of his crystal chalice. Tamlin nodded and pursed his lips.

“Yes I suppose you're right.” He raised his own glass, on the precipice of a response when glass shattered in the entryway and the screams of a servant filled the home.

Your utensils clattered to the china before you and both males stood quickly from their seats. The low groans of a male could be heard and someone was screaming Tamlin’s name. Emir looked towards the High Lord and then to you, moving to stand in between your frame and the door as footsteps began to quickly approach.

The beast that Tamlin kept so firmly on a leash had been given leeway and his claws were carving canyons into the hardwood table. The door burst open to reveal Alis who was sobbing and panting heavily.

“High Lord…” Her gaze flashed to you and she blanked further, her hands were flying wildly about as she tried to calm herself.

“Speak Alis.” Tamlin commanded, his tone clipped and curt, ever reserved for the dealings of High Lord.

“Its Master Lucien. He has returned but-”

Before she could finish you had shot from your chair and darted towards the door. Emir reached for you but was met with nothing but a breeze from your skirts as you sprinted from the room. His growl of warning was joined by Tamlin’s as they chased after you.

The closer you got to the entry way the louder the groans became, and the closer you grew the more recognizable they were.

Nothing could have prepared you for the carnage that awaited you.

Sprawled on the floor lay your auburn haired lover. The swirling pattern of the marble had been stained a sickly crimson and his tanned skin was pale. Tamlin and Emir slid to a stop behind you, taking in the sight of the Emissary curled into a ball on the floor.

“Luce…” You whispered, trying to glimpse at his face through the blood sticky strands of hair that hung in your view.

He raised his head, and Tamlin emptied his dinner onto the floor. Emir swore and turned away, his arm raising to cover his mouth.

“Oh my gods…” You sputtered, dropping to your knees before him. Each beat of your heart thundered against your ribs and threatened to break free of its confines. His beautifully golden eyes had been marred, reduced to one. A deep and gorey hole had taken up residence on his face and his only sounds were gurgling whimpers as he collapsed forward into your lap. You held his head close and looked wildly about the room.

There were servants, crying and looking sickly. Tamlin who was now rushing forward to drop down beside his friend and your brother who was barking orders at guards.

“Alis, I need you to get me rags.” You spoke, your voice cooler than the emotions you felt. Lucien was shaking like a leaf in your lap and gripping your skirts so tightly his knuckles were turning white. His blood was painting the pale pink of your skirts and running down the length of your arms as you pressed your hands to his wound. He protested, but only briefly before nodding off once more.

“Now, Alis.” Tamlin barked when the woman had yet to move. As if his voice had snapped her back into reality she ran from the room, two others following behind her closely. “Emir, I need you to send for a healer. Immediately.” He muttered, struggling to find a use for his hands.

“Right away.” And with that Emir had disappeared into the night, winnowing to gods knew where to try and save Lucien’s life.

With shaking hands you pressed into the carnage of his skull. Bending down you rested your forehead in his slick hair and whispered nothings to him as you awaited someone's return. Tamlin was frantically trying to send guards to gods knew where and Lucien was fading in and out of consciousness.

When Alis returned she helped you shift the son of flame onto his back and press the cloths to his eyes. Servants were cleaning the blood from the floors and trying their best to stay out of the way. Lucien had raised a hand at some point to grasp one of your own and was damn near breaking the bones there.

“Lamb, Lamb. Let them help him now.” Tamlin urged, placing a bloodied hand on your shoulder. Your head snapped up and you looked at the healers who had arrived with Emir. Six of them. They stood around you in a circle, assessing the damage done to your lover. You nodded at Tamlin’s words and yet you made no move to leave him. When it became apparent you wouldnt the healers physically removed the male from you, leaving Tamlin to deal with you.

“He will be okay (Y/N), they are very skilled.” His voice was rough, his hand strong on your shoulder. With wide eyes, you looked down. Your hands were splayed in your lap, unmoved since they took him. The pale pink of your skirts had been stained a deep red and the grooves of your fingers had been coated in the deep brown of his drying blood. A choked sob worked its way out of your throat.

“Oh Lamb.” Tamlin whispered, gently dragging your limp form from the floor. Strong arms wrapped around you and pressed your head into his shoulder. You let your weight fall against him and allowed the sobs to soak his chest. He was speaking to Emir about something, and the hurried footsteps of your brother fled the entryway and down the steps. Moments later his horse was bolting down the stone pathway.

Tamlin slid an arm under your legs and lifted you, cradling you to his chest as he began to walk to the room you had claimed so many years ago as a child. Alis was not far behind, dutifully listening to her High lord as he sat you in a chair and instructed her to get you clean.

As she bathed you she spoke of nonsense, hyper aware of the glossy glaze to your eyes and the limpness of your limbs as she lifted them to dress you and put you into bed.

“Sleep now Lady Elrod, Master Vanserra will be right as rain in the morning.” Alis whispered as she tucked the covers around you. And despite her words, her voice shook, as though she too was trying to convince herself they were true.

That night was a restless sleep.

—

“Lamb?”

The knock at your door had you waking with a start. Only moments before when the sun had risen did you finally fall into a slumber, shallow and fitful. The door cracked open and Tamlin was there, averting his eyes to a window. Clearing his throat he shifted anxiously.

“He’s awake, and he’s asking for you.”

You only nodded, and he left. Not an ounce of you bothered with getting dressed, you only hurried from bed and wrapped yourself in a robe before darting down the hall towards Lucien’s room.

The door was open halfway, and voices muddled quietly from the darkness of his room. Healers and servants alike stood around the room, and when the door creaked open their attentions turned towards you.

You pulled the robe tight and smiled softly at them. Without any words they left the room, and in their absence you found him. He was flat on his back, hands laying at his sides. That light which always seemed to radiate from him had grown dull and his hair was nearly covered entirely by thick bandages that hid the carnage of his missing eye.

“(Y/N)?” He rasped, turning his head towards the door. The remaining hazel orb searched your face. What he thought he would find there, horror or repulsion, he was not sure. You did not even give him the chance to think of such things before you were sliding into the bed with him and pulling your knees to your chest.

You placed a lithe hand on his arm and laid your head on your knees. He let you watch him, let you take in the thick scratches which peaked over the tops of his bandaged wounds. They were healing, but not as quickly as normal. “What happened to you?” You whispered, gripping his hand tightly when he slid his fingers into yours.

Lucien swallowed thickly and turned his head to the windows. The curtains had been drawn tightly and only small rays of light peaked through.

And then he began to talk.

He spoke of the horrors he witnessed while Under The Mountain, and the “punishment” he had received from the wretched bitch that held court there. As he spoke, tears dripped silently down your cheeks. At some point he had drug you to his chest, and held you there. His hands drug through your hair fretfully and his voice shook.

“I will understand if you no longer wish to be with me, Lamb.” He finished, his hand stilling at the base of your skull. You stiffened, stopping the slow circles you had been drawing on his chest. Sitting up you searched that remaining eye, saw the heartache and pain there. You leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to the lid of his good eye, and squeezed his hand which had found yours yet again.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” You whispered into his hair. To your surprise he let out a choked sob and hugged you to him tightly. There were whispered ‘thank you’s being pressed into your hair and you deigned not to reply, only held him and stroked his arms.

–

You stayed with Lucien at Tamlin’s estate throughout the process of his healing. Allowed the Flame Bearer to cry and rage and plot into the deep hours of the night in your room. He was regaining his fire and had all intention to direct it at Amarantha, as did Tamlin. A talented spellcaster had given him a blessed gift, an eye that worked just as well (if not better) than his other.

Your Father visited occasionally to check on your well being (not that it was of any concern), and your sisters wrote letters when they were not visiting for tea or a walk through Tamlin’s gardens.

“Its bullshit is what it is, Tam. Nothing more, nothing fucking less.” Lucien's voice floated angrily through the open doors to the veranda. With piqued interest you closed your book and leaned forward in your chair. The males emerged side by side. Tamlin’s brow had been set in a permanent crease and rage was radiating off of your betrothed.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Tamlin spoke, dropping into a chair across from you.

“What’s going on?” As you spoke Lucien found the chair beside you and sat with a huff. Muttering a curse he threw a red envelope onto the table before you. With raised brows you looked to Tamlin who sighed and nodded towards the letter.

You took note of its dark seal, a mountain etched into the wax that had been ripped in half. Skimming its contents briefly you looked at the males in utter shock.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head and threw the letter down as though it had burned you. “That's what I told him.” Lucien muttered, resting his head in his hands.

“Tamlin you can not be seriously considering this, can you?” You spluttered, bracing yourself on the arms of your chair. Tamlin didn't even look at you, he had a far off look in his eyes as he stared out over the garden beyond. He was rubbing his chin with his hand and breathing deeply.

Sighing, Lucien braced his elbows on his knees and urged his friend to look at him. “Tam. She is fucking insane and you think its a good fucking idea to attend her dinner with your entire court? After what she did to me?” Lucien was pleading, begging Tamlin to listen to him.

Tamlin let out a strangled laugh, one of a man driven mad and ran his hands through his silken hair. “I dont know what else to do to appease her Luce.” His words were broken, pained.

You and Lucien shared a look and the red headed male let up, leaning back in his chair to gaze at the gardens. “Your outburst in her ‘court’ pissed her off beyond belief. I'm surprised she hasnt sent her animals to kill one of us yet.” He muttered, never turning his gaze to the two of you.

A slimy feeling overtook your body, one of despair and hatred so foul you felt it sinking into your bones and holding place there.

“The entire court?” You murmured, chewing on a nail. Lucien found your hand and took it in his own, squeezing gently to pull you back to the conversation at hand. “Tam that doesnt seem like an attempt to make amends it seems like a trap.”

The High lord shuddered in his seat and returned his head to his hands, “I dont know what to do. As your friend, Lucien, I am sorry. But as your High lord my decision is made.” And with that he glanced at the two of you once more before heading back inside.

“Can you do this?” You whispered, turning your attention to Lucien. He was distant, cold, looking at you but not seeing. His hand fell limp on your own before pulling away completely.

“It’ll be a miracle if I don’t fucking kill her.” And then he followed in Tamlin’s footsteps. The birds had even hushed, the wind had stilled, and the book you had been reading lost all of its wonder. That red envelope laid still on the table, and the sight of it had that irksome feeling rising in your throat and wrapping around your heart once more.

–

“I'm just interested to see how her little experiment is going down there.” Emir muttered as he fastened the buttons of his waistcoat.

“Its not an experiment dimwit its a prison.” Laurent grumbled in reply. The three of you stood at the entryway to Tamlin’s manor, awaiting the highlord and his emissary. You were to winnow together, arrive as a group of Tamlin’s most trusted courtiers. Each of you wore masks of gilded gold that Amarantha had sent.

Emir’s resembled that of a hawk, beak and all, Laurents a Lion and your own; a sheep. How fitting.

“You look stunning.” Lucien whispered into your ear. You jumped at his sudden appearance but smiled and looked away nonetheless. His own mask was foxlike, much to his name’s sake. He snaked a hand around your waist and pulled you close.

“Thank you Lucien.” You returned, threading your fingers through his own that rested loosely on the soft white of your gown. Tamlin cleared his throat and your group turned to face him. He stood at the foot of the stairs clad in deep emeralds and striking golds. His hands were clasped behind his back and his green eyes searched the room as he spoke.

“Every court will be attending tonight. Ones we enjoy and ones we do not. I expect you all…” He directed his gaze at Lucien, who’s body stiffened at your side. “To be on your best behavior.”

“I make no promises, Brother.” Lucien smirked, but at the stiff reply Tamlin offered Lucien merely bowed his head in understanding and gripped you tightly. “Shall we then?” He urged and your group of five disappeared into that universal fold.

–

Her revelry was animalistic.

Lesser fae and creatures alike fought and drank with a fervor that was easily comparable to beasts in heat. The moment you arrived Lucien had clutched you close and instructed you not to leave his side. Tamlin had taken his place in front of you all, Emir and Laurent heading up the back. At your arrival the ballroom had grown quiet and a pathway had opened. You noted the appearance of High Lord’s from other courts, desperately trying to remember their names and matching it with faces that had only ever been described to you. As your little party made its way towards her dias Lucien whispered names in your ear, urging you not to look at the attor and the other beasts that slunk through the crowd.

“Welcome to my party, High Lord of Spring.” Amarantha purred. She was splayed across her throne, legs and chest hardly covered by the scraps of red she wore. Her eyes roved over him hungrily and her serpentine tongue flicked out over her lips. You could not help the visible cringe that overtook your body. You heard Emir cough quietly behind you.

“And you little fox…” She motioned for Tamlin to step aside, giving her a full view of you and Lucien. “You have healed nicely I see.”

Lucien gripped your hand tightly and only nodded curtly in reply. Amarantha chuckled eerily and threw her head back. “No need to be so sour Lucien. Its not like I took both of them.”

Your mouth fell open and your body stiffened at her words, some rage deep inside of you bubbled to life and you stepped forward. Lucien pulled on your arm harshly, but the dark queen had already taken note. Her laugh grew louder and was joined by others in the crowd.

“I suggest you keep your pet in line for the rest of the night, Vanserra. Or else she will suffer the same fate as you. Something tells me she wouldn't come out of that nearly as pretty as you did.” She hissed, sitting upright to sneer at you from her place. Lucien muttered something under his breath and pulled you closer to him. With a wave of her hand you were dismissed and the music picked back up as did those speaking.

This was your hell. It was so far removed from the fanciful balls the Spring court hosted, so dismantled and eerie compared to the soft colors and voices of the revelry you had come to love. The lot of you drank and drank until it became some semblance of relaxing and tried your best to stray far away from the Night Court who’s members lurked about.

“Why has Rhysand come alone?” Lucien whispered to Tamlin who’s gaze was trained on the mysteriously dark high lord. Tamlin grunted and leaned back against the column you stood around.

“I was beginning to wonder that myself…” He replied, swirling the remaining liquid in his glass. As he tossed it back Amarantha stood upon her dias and cleared her throat. The music quieted immediately and the crowd fell silent.

“A pity that the High Lords of Prythian enjoy wine.” She spoke. A confused mumble began in the crowd and the High Lords (Tamlin included) made their ways to the edge of the crowd. Lucien held your group back and watched them closely.

“High Lord of Spring, I have prepared quite the task for you.” She purred, urging him forward. Tamlin stepped away from the crowd hesitantly, glancing backwards at Lucien who’s skin had grown pale. “Your refusal to my initial proposal was quite…disheartening but I feel as though my proposition can not be denied so easily this time.”

The crowd was mumbling, a deep wave of confusion settling over the bodies there. You looked to Lucien, brows creased, he only shook his head and whispered something about explaining it later.

“I invite the courts to try and leave, you will find it quite difficult.” Her eyes fell over the High lords who had gathered, and her smile was entirely predatory. “And I invite the High Lords of Prythian to draw from their magic.”

Berron Vanserra attempted a flame. Once… twice… three times… and then began to scream. His shouts were joined by six others in no time and Lucien was pulling you backwards away from the gathering.

“Lucien what is going on?” You sputtered, clutching your glass firmly in your right hand. Laurent had reemerged from wherever he had been and his face was flush, terrified.

“I can't winnow.”

“Neither can I…” Emir whispered hoarsely.

“Me either. She spelled the wine.” Lucien ground out through gritted teeth. Your chest felt like it was caving in, all the air in the room seemed to cease to exist. Amarantha was speaking over the chaos, laying out Tamlin’s curse step by step. Your brothers were desperately trying to round up members of the Spring court who were rushing about in a panic. Your hands were trembling so hard that the dark wine it held was spilling over onto the white of your gloves. Lucien was staring at Tamlin with his mouth agape.

“And if at the end of the 50 years you have not succeeded you will return to the mountain and take your place at my side. Your court will await you. You may take those that serve you but the rest shall stay.” Amarantha thundered over the crowd.

Your glass fell to the floor. Lucien whipped his head around to face you and saw the tears streaming down your face. Your parents were in here somewhere… your sisters…

Lucien surged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame.

“Its okay Lamb… its okay she said those that serve him may go with him…” He spoke into your hair, desperately trying to calm you. He was looking for Tamlin, searching for his friend. There was a flash of blonde hair near the throne, but that could have been anyone.

“I dont…” You looked to your brothers, a ship’s captain and a fledgling guard. They would be free to go. Lucien, an emissary, free to go.

You…

What were you but the pretty little thing that hung off of Lucien’s arm? Were you nothing more than the pastel painted ghost which roved about the Manor’s halls when Lucien was away?

“I’d suggest you leave now, High Lord, 50 years only lasts so long.” Amarantha chidded, dismissing Tamlin with a wave of her hand. “And the Lamb stays with me.”

“Absolutely not.” Tamlin roared, held back from attacking her by two high fae males. She tsked and crossed her legs.

“Now now…we wouldnt want any pretty little distractions running around now would we? Leave now or I’ll kill her.” She was growing impatient, tapping her long black nails against the arms of her throne as Tamlin cursed and raved.

You had grown utterly still in Lucien’s arms. Laurent and Emir too had lost all color and movement. Tears welled in your eyes and you cut your gaze to Lucien who was staring at you wide-eyed and slack jawed.

“Im not leaving you. I refuse.” He spoke, flexing his fingers against the sleeves of your dress. You were sure your heart was thundering out of your chest as he began to speak to your brothers, desperately trying to find a way to trade someone or do something.

“Lucien..” You whispered, tapping his chest gently.

“What if I stay in her place? Or one of you?”

“Lucien…”

“Perhaps if the three of us stay she will let her g-”

“Lucien.” You commanded now, drawing his face to yours with both hands pressed firmly against his cheeks. His voice sputtered out and you watched as glossy tears dripped below the edges of his mask. “You have to go. Youve gotta take Tamlin and you need to leave.”

“We arent leaving you, we-... we arent leaving you.” He sobbed, clutching your face between his own hands. “The three of us can stay- or me, but we arent leaving you.”

But this was part of her curse. She had made her words extremely clear. You looked at your brothers and offered them a watery smile. They had done everything to protect you, your entire life they had sacrificed themselves for you. And it was your turn now.

Turning back to Lucien you swiped at his tears with your thumbs, “Whats 50 years when you live forever, hmm?” As the Attor began to seek out influential members of Tamlin’s court you pressed a firm kiss to your lover’s lips and leaned back to take in the details of his features that the mask allowed you to glance.

“(Y/N)...” A leathery hand ripped his arms away from you. He began to thrash and scream, his curses swiftly joined by your brothers as they too were drug away.

“It won't be that long, I swear it, Lamb. I swear it.” He huffed as he struggled against them, you only let out a sob and tried your best to smile, let him remember a version of you that wasnt petrified and shaking.

“I’ll wait for you forever if I have to Lucien Vanserra.” And you saw his heart break, saw his resolve crumble and his knees go weak as he was winnowed away by a wave of Amarantha’s magic.

It wont be that long- I swear it.

Turning to face the dias you held onto that promise as you made eye contact with Amarantha’s wolfish gaze.

Whats 50 years when we live forever?

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elysiasduchy · 2 years

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Thigh riding fyodor!!,!,!!,!

Content warnings; mentions if wet dreams, thigh riding, dirty talk if you squint, and fyodor

Imagine this…

It was a rainy day, the rain drumming around the window in fyodors office. Classical music bouncing in the walls, the sweet aroma if tea completed the sight if Fyodor sitting on his desk- his pen moving non stop.

It was a peaceful evening, you came in and sat next to him. Waiting for him to give you some sort of attention, even if it was just a loving glance he never spared when it came to you. But it never came, and you happened to have a rather filthy dream that morning- so from the lack of attention from your call significant other and your panties heating up from just the mere thought of Fyodor pounding into you like in he did in your dream!

But knowing Fyodor, would he really give it to you? The pleasure you longed for the entire day, would he fuck you if he knew you touched yourself when he explicitly told you not to because he’d pleasure you better than you ever could yourself? It was true, even with just his mere fingers- no, even his mouth gave you much more satisfiying orgasms than your own fingers could.

But it wouldnt hurt him if he didn’t find out right? So you made some advancements- foolishly thinking he wouldnt know his own significant other easnt touching herself. My my, you sure are dumb arent you?

So thats how you ended up squelching on his lap, trying si hard to pleasure yourself against his -now wet- pants, he was being so mean too! He was holding your hips with such a tight grip that you were sure it was gonna leave a bruise, this made your grinding pace slower than how it could be.

You let out a pathetic whine, trying to allure Fyodor away from his paperwork. “Fedya- please! Fuck-, please just fuck me properly-!” You could hear a low tsk escape his mouth. His eyes were narrowed, you could tell he was mad- but why? You didn’t do anything, right?

“Myshka, did you really think I wouldnt notice you touched yourself? What do you think if me, hm? Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” He leaned in to your ear- fuck. You really did mess up huh? Instead if being pounded by Fyodor, you were out here begging and grinding in his like- like a common slut, just to satisfy your dirty fantasies? Wowie, poor you.

No longer was the room adorned by a peaceful veil- classical music playing and the delightful smell of freshly brewed tea- now it was occupyed by the moans of Fyodors girlfriend, the squelching noises of his pretty cunt riding fyodors lap were loud compared to the music in the background. Quiet sons were heard too :D

Fyodors dirty words rung across the room, although he still didn’t even spare a glance to you. You had a long day ahead of you, maybe just maybe- if you managed to get the addicting taste if that sweet release Fyodor always provided- maybe he woukd fuck you properly. But for now, you’d have to grind on his lap- as he diligently worked on his papers.

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itsdappleagain · 1 year

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ALRIGHT EVERYBODY LETS GET GUSSIED UP FOR THE LUCKY CAT CAPER!!!!

this is SUCH a solid episode. i love this one as well- the outfits, the slapstick, the action. all really good!! alrighty

today's post title pictures are some of my own, from my trip to san fran a few years back!! I'll share some of my favs- I visited or photographed every major caper location on the trip!!

there's me in chinatown, the golden gate bridge, alcatrez, fisherman's wharf and the pier, and good old karl himself!

alrighty- enough pictures. sorry for the long intro! notes under the cut as always :)

YEAHHH THE FLASHBACK TO CARMEN'S FINAL,,, YEAH. i forgot the episode opened like this tbh. i know everyone and their mother has ALSO pointed out that this scene is bathed in red light so i will AGAIN not beat a dead horse but just yes. color theory <3

i love the tiny little oh shit moment on shadowsan's face. like he hadnt quite realized how good she was

GOD THIS GETS SO BRUTAL he's pawing her around like a cat with a pompom

YEAH THE WAY SHE JUST GETS. DESPERATE AS THE FIGHT GOES

her waking up from the nightmare with that culmination of stress. the timer going off correlating with the phone. still being half in the dream when she talks to player and then realizing when he starts talking to her...

this is such a human moment for carmen i love it so so much. she's failed. she is tired, having nightmares, maybe has a headache. she's making mistakes and she's a little bit out of it, she's stiff from sleeping....she's a PERSON and i LOVE IT SO MUCH

or in much less eloquent terms SLEEBY CARMEN <3333

i love the setup for next episode here. its not overbearing; it doesnt feel like a setup episode but it IS and it hints at shadowsan's true motives almost right off the bat

the sigh and "i don't know" is weirdly smooth animation i love it

that pickpocket is soo smooottthh

also i have to know what carmen was doing in san francisco the night before that a. gave her a headache when she woke up and b. made her so tired that she just dropped her pants on the floor and passed out. because it seems to me like carmen sandiego got drunk and had a great time last night.

also. she has just woken up and is picking an outfit for a NIGHTTIME CHARITY GALA. SHE SLEPT IN SO LATE HEHHSHAHJ their sleep schedules are all so bad

carmen looks great in that shot where she opens the curtains sorry not sorry

carmen's hotel is just outside the transamerica pyramid!

in fact it is quite reasonable to assume that she was staying at the hilton. i have solved the mystery that no one asked me to solve

karl <333

cable cars weren't running when i visited sf </3 i was heartbroken

FREE KARL

i dont know look at her reflection

carmens feet are shaped like shoes and i dont know how to feel about that. why is her heel a heel

this dress was the most spectacular thing they ever put her in and the amount of time she wore it was criminally short

they also should have put her in a white dress shirt more often??? hello??? i see it in the closet??? put her in a fucking suit once in a while....that waitress getup in tsonts was THE SHIT

SHE LOOKS STUNNIIINGGGGGGG IN THAT DRESS

i also love that she's thinking about zack for the car, then player for the stamp. her writing is so good this episode...at the start at least

ten million cents, she chuckles, as if the stamp wouldn't still be worth a hundred thousand dollars

i love how casually she is willing to spend 10 million VILEBucks

i love how they call her the generous lady in red too- like they arent expecting this room to be able to afford a ten million dollar stamp and BID on it

L O O K AT THAT DRESS GOD ITS SO GOOD. THE STRAPLESS THE CHOKER THE ELBOW GLOVES THE CLUTCH PURSE AUGHHH ITS SO GOOD I NEED TO SEE IT MORE

THE CONNECTOR IN THE BACK? THE FANCY COMM EARRINGS? CHEFS KISS

chase and carmen had the exact same smirk when they saw the other in the fog i know it

i love their dynamic actually they are so funny together. egypt in season 4 highlights it so well but also. like here. the teasing the banter chase taking everything way too seriously in comparison to carmen treating him like a joke

its close to the cigarette aesthetic, to be honest, and it does not cause lung cancer. so this tiny flashlight i salute you for being hot

CHASE AND JUST TRYING TO GRAB HER DSJHKJWGD

THE SHOE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY AJHKJDFH IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME LAUGH

poor carmen running around barefoot in the fog now

juliump scare

they stick those where in the world/where on earth references in there every opportunity they can with chase <3

julia is so short wheeze

MIP MIP MIP

that is for sure a bun i am not sure how mime bomb's beret made that shape

this episode is just chase getting jumpscared

he shoes mb away like a stray cat wheeze

the signed/mimed description of carmen is so on point i love mime bomb

go shadowsan go. send tigress <333 i love that he knows carmen so well even now that he knows she would enjoy one-upping tigress on this again

the "betrayed us and took a new name" thing from brunt is. carmen is transgender and brunt is the phobic about it i dont know it reads heavily okay

maelstrom and his democracy

FINE FINE SEND WHOMEVER

brunt has the cleaners on telepathic speed dial damn

the absolute muscles of steel mime bomb must have to sit in midair like that holy fuck

vile's lucky cat. meow. cat girl hand

carmen trying to watch subtly and stay hidden. girlie those are your opposite of strongsuits. weaksuits

mime bomb moves so cartoonishly and i love that. yes this is a cartoon. but. he is more of a cartoon

the music timing with carmen's face as she realizes its a shop FULL of lucky cats is so good

ILL TAKE THE TCHOTCHKE

carmen needs to stop saying "or what? you'll (insert bad thing here)" because the person she's saying that too ALWAYS says "yes exactly that"

luck cat store owner voiced by julia's va beloved. deserved better. glad she got cash in the end even if carmen was an aloof little prick about it and didn't even apologize

WE HAVE OTHERS YOU KNOW im so sorry lucky cat shop lady you deserved better

bait and switch

"keep the change" okay you still destroyed a shitload of her beautiful statues and didn't even help her clean it up. didn't apologize or. look at her. but fine

mime bomb. thats it thats the post

see the comical shifty look around is so fucking funnyyy

MIME BOMB COULD NOT BE MORE SUSPICIOUS IF HE TRIED HE'S SO FUNNY

the running in place gag never gets old

HFDJSFGDS

carmen just being half surprised and half impressed that they arrested mime bomb. yeah

also her just standing blatantly on the rooftop and NO ONE notices her wheeze

JULIA LISTING OFF ALL OF HIS MISHAPS IS SO FUNNY

the graffiti just being giant x's and o's dhfjdasg

mime bomb. is skrunkly

chase thats how you get sued you have to list the miranda rights in murica

julia <333 yes. yes yes yes

i gotta know what mime bomb was signing that made chase interpret "an elephant giving you a pedicure while spreading cheese on a baguette on Bastille day"

julia immediately giving a perfect translation. they are so funny

the expressiveness of chase and mime bomb combined makes for some GOLDEN freeze frames

julia shielding her mouth the wrong way. good job girlie. you tried. he can still see everything youre saying though

chase's neck disconnects from his head!

considering chase and julia never showed any form of identification mime bomb could hypothetically press charges for kidnapping

MIME BOMB OFFERING THE FLOWER AND THEN CHUCKING IT WHEN TIGRESS GETS ANNOYED WITH HIM IS JUST. HIS ANIMATION AND CHARACTER ACTING ARE SO GOOD

all of 26 cents buys mime bomb out

i like julia's little lean on the wharf railing. she's usually just sitting or standing up straight its cool to see her do something

this chase scene is so goood

btw unrelated but this girl is my favorite background extra?? they use her in a TON of bg scenes so. pointing her out to you so that you will notice her forever in other scenes

poor chase. his poor coat. his voice is screaming I LOVED THAT COAT from the future

hehheshgdh carmen is so frustrated that it happened AGAIN with tigress and the stupid thing in the pocket wheeze

HES SO HEARTBROKENKDJSDGFDSG

THE LAMP POST TRANSITIONS BETWEEN EVERYONE RUNNING ARE MY FAAAVORITE I LOVE THOSE

SHE JUST DUMPS THAT GUY OUT OF THE CAR LMAOO

zack using a lil racing metaphor!!! because!! yeah!!!!

this chase scene is so fucking good with all the cars GOD the music and driving through san francisco and everything AUGH

what if the car had just hit chase and he went flying

THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I AM NOT INVITING YOU ALONG! I CANNOT BE SLOWED DOWN BY "CAUTION WORDS"

chase is so funny he really sets himself up to fail

i feel bad for julia in this one though. you can see the buildup to next episode when she finally yells at him. shes fucking tired of this shit and yes she should be

carmen is your mom when you go 5 miles above the speed limit

she's one to talk, obviously, seeing as one of the first things she ever did in zack and ivy's presence was run a red light, almost cause an accident, and then fly into an open construction pit, ruining the car she stole from them

the concern in carmen's voice as she attempts to get zack to not crash into a building in an attempt to go up the wall

PLS CARMEN JUST GOES FLYING WHEN THEY GO OVER THOSE HILLS

the little sideyes the other two faculty give when shadowsan and brunt are squabbling shdshgfsdgh

i got to bike across the golden gate bridge it was super cool

THE WOMAN BEAMS HERSELF FROM A FOUNTAIN PEN, SHE CAN DO ANYTHING. well its some kind of respect women juice. maybe not the right kind though

the terror in julia's tone after watching chase not look at the road for a solid minute

annnnd there he goes

julia being done with his shit is so funny i love her

go sheena. scaling the whole ass bridge with her fingertips alone

carmen again sacrificing politeness and basic human decency for a quip </3 oh well

i love that cs color theory post thats like. the golden gate bridge is the epicenter of carmen's power and tigress was a fool for challenging her there

wow look its carmen becoming distracted and disadvantaged by valuable objects people throw at her again

not sheena showing carmen where she put the stamp too. nice job tigress

this showdown is pretty cool

carmen is SO efficient about it she just slides and boom its over. AND she steals the phone

she does look pretty awesome holding the stamp with two fingers though. god

STEALING THE PHONE WAS SUCH A POWER MOVE I LOVE THAT

plus she outed him in front off the whole faculty which is only funny if you dont know what happens next lmaoo

stamp of approval. laugh

tigress just sadly sitting there is also very funny

AND JULIA DRAGGING CHASE OUT OF THE WATERNDSDV

HERE WE GO TRANSITION SENTENCEEE

GO GET HIM!!!!!

WOW i can't believe this Saturday is already going to be the season finale. I LOVE the french connections caper so I am VERY excited for the next episode!! hopefully I won't get so far behind this time. to be fair I was doing state testing and presentations and shit but hopefully the worst of that is over.

alrighty- until next time for the chase dies and then carmen dies caper!!

#csweekly #cs weekly #carmen sandiego

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boxwinebaddie · 6 months

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What are some of your most random weirdest Stan headcanons?? Like just small details and itslike "wtf why do you deem these necessary as character details" because I LOVE those like YES tell me all the small things I want to hear about that one time they laughed so hard they fell and knocked their head on the wall and now refuse to Stand by corners anymore for fear of doing it again

And also your personal favourite details/headcanons for each Stan !!

- Stan who loves all the details 🧡

oh my god yay!!!!! hi orange heart stan!~

i love these kinds of questions because as we know from reading my insanely long fanfictions that never seem to end: i LOVE detail.

i will drop you some headstannons under yonder read more! i might have to reblog this later because there are headcannons i cannot include because they will spoil both my fanfics, but after they progress enough, i will add them!

( also i apologize for all the weird links to my pinterest boards that arent done yet but i hope they thrill u haha! but here we go! <3 )

-ok i am not even sure that toolstan counts as a ninaverse stan ( i do be thinking about that superhero au a lot though ) but its important to me that u know he uses the YELLOW STANLEY DRILL!!!!!! like specifically that one!!!!! which is so fucking funny bc people are like i wonder who toolshed is when he is HOLDING THE STANLEY DRILL

-my favorite pep!stan thing is his fruity charm bracelet nose ring i fucking love him oh my god!!! hes so cute to me! pep!stan has a lot of star imagery to me for some reason???

- like i feel like he has lots of star knuckle tattoos later, some on his shoulders ( is it bc he calls kyles freckles constellations all the time?? maybe! ), sharon also grew up calling stan her lil starboy, stanshine, her little super star etc. it also coincides with mitskis "your best american girl" and "well i'm not the moon, i'm not even a star" LIKE YES U ARE BITCH! he also wishes on every single shooting star its really serious to him he also wishes for kyle to b healthy :(

-also i do think older stan has a big moon tattoo he loves the moon

-speaking of stars and the fruity nose ring charm bracelet tho, theres lots of different ones like u kno the skull one, the flower one, etc. THE STAR ONE IS THE MAIN ONE OK!!! it also one time got caught in kyles hair and it was so scary but also whew! they were so close together oh my godddd it was sexually charged help

-ok all my stans are not picky at all but oh my i think pepstan specifically only dislikes ONE FOOD and its a fucking pickle!!!! he is absolutely fucking repulsed!!!! and kyle is picky as fuck but LOVES THEM stan is dying oh my god oh my goooood!!!

theyre dating and abt to kiss and stan is like im gonna be sick and kyles like awwww stan i thought u stopped doing that a long time ago am i making u nervous and hes like NO U NASTY PICKLE EATIN BITCH!!!! HYH!!!!

-ALSO!!! pickled daikon and ginger do not count like he will fight u if u try and make that argument y’all leave my iconic 25% japanese king ALONE

its so serious stan is like i am absolutely not kissing u post-pickle and kyle is like OH MY GOD U ARE ACTING LIKE A CHILD kyles stan trials was just him being extra cute an flirty for a week and trying to get stan to cave....HE WAS DYING!!! like KYLE STOP WEARING MY PANTS I HATE U U KNOW WHAT UR DOING...it was super effective it worked he caved hes so weak kyles powers of persusaion scare me

-ok pep!stan has a borderline...obsession with vans. like he is obsessed with them and collects them its so insane. like his room is a mess but his vinyl record colleciton and his vans collection is spotless. i think he even like made shelves on the walls out of the boxes them came in to like display all the shoes????? CRAFTY DIY KING IM IN TEARS HELP

HES CRAZY he only wears the fucked up beat up ones too the beautiful ones just sit in there!!!! if u even BREATHE near the vans collection its so unserious he'll dive in front of it

-in that same vein raven really likes doc martens and also has a small collection and like the entire world knows about it because he is a fucking celebrity boy and he gets really cool hand painted, custom, limited edition ones sent to him in the mail all the time he gets SOOOOOO excited aaaaa

-ok my weird posts abt detail have to do a lot with specifically how they look in my brain so i am like....obsessed with the little right eye beauty mark on ravens face like....he is very goregous to me! wow

-speaking of he does such intense eyeliner esp as a celebrity before shows that its hard to see it ( plus his bangs are always in his eyes nasty boy smh )

orrrr his eyeliner is so smudged beneath his eyes it covers it up so....please pray for the day kyle sees it because its going to exacerbate the living breathing fuck out of his phantom theres stan! disorder help

-i am also...moderately obsessed with like how different raven and stan look in and out of shows like x/x the fact that one stage he just looks like this in the tiny tank tops and the tiny vegan leather pants and the fishnets and the spikes and chains and stuff in his little emo boy whore couture outfits and then like....actually just looks like this x/x ...in the big ass fucking cringey anime sweatshirts, big shirts, gigantic pants, pajama pants, sweat pants....the STAN! DANA!

( ok before i get silly and goofy again it actually makes me sad bc both my stans and kyles have body dysmorphia, but stan wears big baggy clothes because he does not want anyone to Touch him and kyle specifically does not want to look at HIMSELF...im...AAAAA )

-ok this is so specific but in my brain raven especially just hanging around the cd manwhoresion does this little hot boy half up half down messy artist boy hairstyle like i feel like kyle sort of very precisely and beautifully does his hair with a y/n claw clip and ravenstan just kind of pins it away from his face haphazardly especially when hes playing guitar or songwriting aaaaa they made ravenstan way too fine its illegal go to jaiiiiil hes so beautiful 2 me

-i also think i talked about this somewhere but whereas i think kennys tattoos are like really gnarly and scary and body horror and naked ladies and stuff...and you'd think all of ravens tats would be scary like that but they are actually...very lovely?

-i also think i mentioned it like if u read rm4 ( and in gen bc stan is crunchy ) like ravenstan really likes plants but...its actually so far past normal like raven is NERDY about plants like dorky as fuck its lame he knows the scientific names and everything its embarrassing like he loves flowers and plants....photostanthesis baby!

-but yeah all his tattoos x/x kind of live in this dark floral style that i am so obsessed with!!!! aaaaaa!~ i do think he has the gigantic sick ass raven tattoo on his arm btw also the sick ass dagger hello ( does it say kindness? maaaaybe ) omg the lovers tattoo in spanish aaaa ( i will talk abt that later hang on ) just all the plants and skulls and things im obsessed ( the little fairy rings around his elbow aa ) THE! CHEF! TATTOO!!!!! HELLO!!!! i have so much to say im sorry

-but i digress! speaking of the tarot tattoo...so pepstan tried to learn abt astrology many times by wendy...rip it did not work. BUT! sharon/sonrisa in rm was very spiritual and superstitious and the entire town of south park was very very cruel to her and called her a witch said that her and stan cursed their whole town really racist shit it was awful...

-but yeah stan was not superstitious and was like mom none of this is REAL!!!! this is why people think ur CRAZY!!!! it was...a really bad fight :( stan like still feels a deep guilt to this day...and like wanted nothing to do anything supernatural.

but after the fire now that shes gone and he misses her he got hella superstitious and witchy...actually some of the only things he took with him fleeing the fire were sharons guitar and her tarot set in spanish so ravenstan can actually read tarot cards which i think is cute boy behavior tbh! he does kenny and jimmys all the time...

kyle is so cynical and not superstitious ( he just be hallucinating and shit ) so um i am waiting for ravenstan to read his palms and be like ur love line is long and um...whew! theyre gonna KISS ur honor!

-also pls note that when stressed out or angry raven does autopilot into spanish and everyone is like scary? hot?? help???? like please dont kill me but also please do anything u want to me!!!!! live laugh raven

-ik this is not a kyle ask but in the vein of languages rm!kyle can speak fluent french and ik his accent is intense in english but its actually really refined and beautiful when hes speaking french...rm kyle also took ballet...i have a CRUSH on him! j’ADORE

ooooh ok what else uhhhh

-ravenstan and pep!stan are both mood disorder kings but i think pep!stan is bipolar and ravenstan has...bpd? thats the vibe i get

-toolshed stans favorite resturant is city wok i think all my stans like city wok bc their meat options are foul but all their vegan/veg options are suprisingly really dank lmaoooo

-weird like ik all stans at their core are Blue characters BUT!!!! to me...pep!stan is blue...rm!ravenstan is red...and toolstan is yellow i cannot explain this its just a feeling tsot stan is green ig if he exists

-i probably should have waited until rm6 but raven has a really sick black and red motorcycle ;) her name is crim...also yes when he takes the helmet off and shakes his hair out everyone swoons and dies

-all my stans are scared of clowns like...its an irrational fear

-i never got around to writing this for stans bday, but while pep!stan and kyle were dating in college, they have an apartment and stan has to travel a lot bc of his football scholarship and he had to play...on his birthday :/ ALSO THEY LOST!!!!! not only were they in florida ( ew ) but flo rida sang the national anthem and they lost because a man in the audience was heckling stan and he sounded like randy :/

-pep!stan at the time was struggling to be sober!stan ( which is hard when ur playing football and a vet tech and bipolar as fuck ) and so kyle called him and he was telling him he was just going back to the hotel to lay down like fuck his bday its ok ( but was like...really thinking about stopping at a liquor store )

-he didnt and right when he got into his hotel room abt to fuck up his sobriety and hit the hotel bar, cartman, kenny, marj and kyle were all in there like HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAN!!! AAAAAAAAAWWWW

-(do i want to say they were all in cheerleading outfits like in the scenic route...kinda bc that was legendary...)

-but kyle was like ok close ur eyes i got you a present....AND ITS A PUPPY!!!!!! IT LOOKS JUST LIKE BABY SPARKY!!!! BUT ITS A GIRL!!! AAAAAAAAAAA her full name is felicity which kyle was like oh my god why was she named like a little victorian girl...but kyle explained to stan that marj pronounced it like full'a'letricity like full of electricity like SPARK...anyways it was fate and they were like we were calling her elle for john elway AAAAAAAAAW and elle lives in peace and harmony at home with their cats cherry and mint <3

-also it was a very big deal for kyle because kyle is like extremely scared of big dogs and dogs in general but loves stan alot

-um i am insane and am considering dyeing ravenstans blonde hair insane bpd boy blood red like mine so that we can match omg

-also during october every month all of the proceeds of the concessions and concert sales for crimson dawn go to domestic violence shelters because of stans mom...i want to cry

-also his lip ring sometimes is shaped like a skeleton hand which is badass as fuck to me like helllloooooo

-all my stans are marvel boys like pep!stans favorite pair of vans are the marvel ones...and ravenstans name was actually chosen bc 8 year old stan loved stan lee and also bc of santana and also because on his papers if he put the t in stan close enough to the a it looked like an h so teachers wouldnt get mad at him ;)

-i also think both stans like hiyao miyazaki movies...i think pep!stans favorite ones are howls moving castle or spirited away and ravenstan is a princess mononoke ponyo boy

-speaking of media....oh my god ravens favorite anime growing up was sailor moon like him and shelley used to religiously watch it on saturdays...sharon did not know how to pronounce all the japanese names but knew usagi meant bunny and called her conejita and sailor moon guerreras de la luna or moon warriors or something bless her omg...stan has like all the figurines in his room he is insane

-im trying to think of anything else i might have to make a post later if i think of anything but yeah

-oh in my brain this is what they looked like in the flashbacks as little kids in pep and rm ( also fat kyle u are my king my angel fartman bullying him and making him hate himself makes me fucking sick die bitch!!! )

and scene ;)

-uncle nina, rabid about headstannons

#i got really feral about this ask im so sorry i was excited oh my god help i love headstannons #soryr abt the pinterest pictures but also i love a visual aid #pls ask about headstannons any time also i will elaborate on anything u want #besos #the pepstan star motif and his hip dips and kenny giving him a punkrock hip tattoo is so :'} also him hating pickles & the VANS COLLECTION!#also ravens doing the hot boy half up/half down hairdo switching into spanish reading tarot and sailor moon also his dark floral tats #c: stan the man with the plan #c: brosé cuervo #MY SONS!

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darkfictionjude · 9 days

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[Experiment MC]

The Beast With In Asks

1. How would The Family react to receiving a call from MC's Doctor telling them to come get their child and to hurry before the line cuts off, when they get there they see

MC being 7 feet tall (when they never where), hairy (is more towards their private regions which extend all the way towards their navel but their hair is extremely long reaching their ankles), absolutely ripped with muscle (when it shouldn't be possible due to the asylum diet and barely any exercise) throwing guards around like ragdolls and see MC's doctor laying on the ground with their face mutilated and arm ripped off before MC notices them.

And they get a real good look at MC eyes being slited like a wild animal and see MC's teeth being extra sharp as they bite and lift a guard by their teeth and throw them through a pillar and see MC using their extra sharp nails on both their hands and feet to slash through the guards before standing in front of them

Towards Daddy and Mommy Crown they growl at and their eyes zero in at them in rage as the static electricity around MC makes everyones hairs stand up before a discharge of electricity fries the guards near them and and the ones far or in point blank range get hit with electric discharge as like they just got tazed so hard they pissed their pants the only ones that didn't fall over are Sal and Percy because MC grab and hugged them close which it still hit them but not as hard as they see both parents on the ground

In a pool of their own piss as they look at MC in the dark and see electricity dancing through MC's hair and their eyes glow in the dark after knocking the asylums power they pass out on sal due to the drugs finally kicking in and Sal quickly realises their extremely heavy and need 4 people to lift MC up.

2. How would The Family react to MC's asylum doctor going crazy and being put into an asylum themselves because of MC and seeing MC sleeping on Sal drooling on them as they head back to town since they didnt give them a choice to keep them there after severly injuring staff which is surprising that nobody died but the administrator arent suing due to fear of MC and their overwhelming power.

So for the first one, there is no scenario where Percy and Sally would be ok with their parents being hurt by mc (I think I’ve said like many times) and no scenario where prudence and victor would go to the asylum, they’ll get Arthur on it. Maybe Sally would come but logically Percy is not going to the asylum for any reason because he isn’t close to mc. Like I can’t see any scenario where any but Sally would go like 😭

As for two Victor is throwing mc out of the house, they can live in the woods now. Sally will feed them once a day and Percy will invite amateur monster hunters (I.e. college kids with no experience who’s only weapons are mace) to get a pretty penny. None of them give a shit about the doctor? Why would they? They don’t know her??? 😭

#these asks are so creative and so completely apart from my story 💀#I never know what to say 😭#experiment mc #we wretched creatures #sam the nymph kindread

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genshinyanderelovemail · 2 years

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Albedo yandere chapter1

Some of my so called ""friends"" said they didnt like albedo... tf is their problem? AlBedo is bae and im writing this story in honor of him

Albedo: thats my author-chan.. be a good girl and do me justice in this tumblr post 😈

Me: yes dadd-... i mean master albedo uungh! 😩😫

The mountain that albedo lives on was super cold (i forgot what its called im just gonna call it mountiam everest because thats the only mountain i know) and u were there on a camping trip with your friends Mona, Bennett, and Ayato.

"My willy may perhaps freeze off in this frigid weather, bennett. Please warm us up before my dick and balls become preserved in ice here." 🧐 ayato said a d Bennett used his Q attack to help warm everyone up. It was a good thing bennet used his Pyro circle or else ur friends would have asked why u were so flushed for and the answer was ayato mentioned his dick and balls. You couldnt get them off your mind u were sure they were big and robust his willy had to be at least 2 inches long maybe even THREE. *swoon* once you got off this mountain u had to find a way to get in his pants.

"(Y/n) what arr you stopped for? We arent going to make any progress with u standing around come on before we leave you!" 🙄 mona said. (A/n what a bitch)

"Urrrm a-ah!! Eep, yes coming!" U said and ran like a silly anime baka to catch up to the group. Farther up the mountain everest a figurre watched u guys without ur knoledge. Theman chuckled .. hah.ha.. what a cute silly little anime baka.... she is far too good for him. He mumbled to himslf and went into the shadowsz to think thoughts to himself.......

yandere thoughts........

Spoiler alert sorry but lets just say now... this camping trip aint gonna go as expected! 🤣 LIKE AND SUBSVRIBE FOR PART 2

#genshin impact #genshin albedo #genshin yandere

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filipofmounthonora · 2 years

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tara 💗 bc we both love it 🥰 you can either write smth wholesome or maybe emotional?(like that jaric/j and s scene kinda) but yea I’d be happy either way :]

:] tara my best childhood friends tara 🥰 not offering any explanation to other people about why certain people arent dead but <3 also you get script form to shake things up

send me a pairing and/or prompt idea and i'll write something about it! <3

The Woods are often dark, deep, and cold, but for now, sitting around a cozy campfire, the Avalon Quartet let themselves forget it. TEDROS and CHADDICK sit side-by-side on a mossy log. Across the dividing campfire, YARA perches on a large boulder, and ARIC, eyeing the Woods behind them and the stick he's whittling down, uses her as a backrest. A freshly-caught rabbit roasts on the spit; several more are skinned and and salted in cloth for the journey.

TEDROS: (prodded by Chaddick) I can't believe you caught them all bare-handed. Never seen you move so quick, even in Swordplay.

YARA: (bashful) Well, there wasn't much for a kid to do in Avalon. I spent most of my time scrambling after snow foxes and (gesturing at the fire) rabbits. Once I chased a Frostplains tern right off the parapet! I dropped right into Lady Nimue.

She chuckles at the memory, rolling up her pant leg to show off a faded scar. It runs up along the bone.

YARA: We're both pretty lucky she's made of water. (no time to process) My dad taught me to play the lyre while I was stuck in bed, so I lured that tern back in with a ballad I wrote and—

ARIC: Isn't it bad luck to kill a Frostplain tern?

YARA: Albatrosses—it taught me bird calls, Aric, don't be absurd! But now I speak some cormorant, king eider, and a bit of white-tailed eagle.

Chaddick nods solemnly, pieces slotting together, dots connecting.

CHADDICK: That's why all the squawking in the School for Girl.

YARA: (laughs, imitation of a goose) I was just a lot more shy. Believe me, if I could've gotten away with never speaking anywhere else, none of you would know what I sounded like. Except for Ted, of course. (beat) Storian's Point, it feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?

Tedros grins.

TEDROS: Back then I could actually win matches. Now you just keep dodging all my jabs—it's really unfair.

YARA: (teasing) Well, it's not my fault my teacher's one of the best Knights in the Woods.

CHADDICK: (idea sparking) And is he one of the best dancers, too? (off Tedros' curiosity) You should've seen her performance at graduation; half the Class couldn't pick their jaws off the floor.

YARA: (waving him off) It was a group—there were other girls there, too, you know! It wasn't all about me...

But she blushes red from the compliment, and even brighter from the impressed look Tedros gives her.

TEDROS: I'm sorry to have missed it.

YARA: Oh, well... (off Chaddick's Pointed Stare) Maybe I could show off a few steps—

She stands up, dusts herself, counts off the beat in her head—and throws herself into a whirling, enthusiastic jig, her movements snappy yet graceful, effortlessly stunning as she skips circles around the fire. With a complicated flourish, Yara concludes to a standing (or lounging, in Aric's case) ovation from Chaddick and a particularly flustered Tedros. She takes a giddy bow.

TEDROS: That was... (uncharacteristically meek) You're really good.

YARA: It's easier than it looks! Especially when you have the music to keep you in time—(gasping) Aric!

Aric twists his head back warily. He's got an inkling of her coming request, and he isn't that obliging. Yet.

YARA: You know the song, right? It's—oh, I forget the name—the one that goes...

She starts humming the opening bars of a Foxwood folk tune. Aric nods reluctantly, finishing the rest of the line.

YARA: Could you play it for us? Please?

CHADDICK: (mock stern) You heard the lady. Otherwise we're tying you to Tedros for the rest of the trip.

Ignoring Tedros' cry of protest, Aric eyes the other two for a long while. Then, with a belaboured sigh, he rummages through his cape for his mandolin.

ARIC: (not a promise) One song. Then I sleep.

Yara cheers, hopping up and down, and Chaddick ruffles Aric's hair before slouching down beside him. As Aric picks out the melody at half-speed, Yara takes both of Tedros' hands.

TEDROS: Wait, what are we doing?

YARA: I'm teaching you! First off: can you feel the pulse? One-and, two-and; one-and, two—(Tedros starts counting) you got it! Now you kick—not me! You kick here; and in-between we step like this—

Tedros awkwardly picks it up, gaining confidence as Yara guides him around slowly—but not enough to let go of her.

YARA: Got the rhythm now? Then we can go faster. Aric—!

She didn't need to remind him; the tempo speeds up to something upbeat, getting Chaddick to clap along. He heckles when Tedros stumbles, but Yara just laughs and soon Tedros is too. All the while the music gets faster and faster, and Tedros doesn't mind that he forgets how the footwork goes, because Yara's fingers are enlaced with his, and her smile glows brighter than the flames, and when a stray kick collides with his shin, toppling them breathless and giggling onto the dirt... Tedros doesn't mind that either.

ARIC: Another song!

He immediately launches into a Foxwood love ballad.

#sge #school for good and evil #the school for good and evil #yara of avalon towers #tedros of camelot #chaddick of foxwood #aric of foxwood #sge tara #ronette tag #miles answers #miles writes #THATS SO MANY FUCKIJG TAGS HOLY SHIT <3 #BUT YEA RONETTE ILY THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS TO ME I HOPE YOU LOVE READING IT #THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME. SCREAMING CRYING ETC

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callmekatie85 · 1 year

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Sexts From Last Night- Masturbating in the Car

I'm putting this full text here because due to timing it cuts off very abruptly. I will put the pics I sent him on my OF though.

Daddy let his colleague take control of me last night. I was supposed to call him "Sir" but got so heated halfway through that I accidentally started calling him "Daddy". So, now I'm going to be punished for that and I didn't even get to cum *pouty face*

Dom: i just adore a silky smooth cunt against my mouth, tongue and fingers

Dom: and how long have you been married katie??

Katie: 8 years sir

Dom: and he knows of your presence here ??

Katie: No sir

Dom: shakes my head and grins broadly .... such a naughty little slut

Katie: Mmhmmm

Dom: and where are you right now and what you wearing??

Katie: In the car in the parking lot at my daughters dance class. Black yoga pants, black top.

Dom: and how long before she comes out ??

Katie: 40 minutes sir

Dom: so why do you play when away from hubby ??

Dom: is he your dominant

Katie: He is not. Sexually hes nothing to me.

Dom: marriage for finances ??

Dom: and what you thinking right now, whats going thru

your head ?? How long have you known of your want and desireto submit and serve

Katie: I think I've always known but could never find a man who could handle me. I finally found one a few months ago but he's got a lot of family stuff going on right now.

Dom: And you are obedient and good 3 hole fuck ??

Katie: Yes sir.

Dom: had any experience at submitting to a mans want and desire ??

Katie: Yes, sir.

Dom: And while we are talking you just remove those yoga pants

Katie: Yes sir

Dom: Watches her and smiles broadly take them off for real you little slut

Katie: I did sir

Katie: Photo Click to view

Dom: And how do you feel ??

Dom: Such a good little girl mmmmmmm

Katie: Naughty sir. I bet Im the only mom in this parking lot with her pants around her ankles

Dom: Well you never know. Maybe you should go around and have a look lol

Katie: Its a little cold out

Dom: ooh i think in these circumstances you wouldnt feel the cold lol

Dom: spread your legs wide for me

Katie: Photo Click to view

Dom: smiles at her and grins from ear to ear ....

Dom: now slide your hand down into your panties and rub your clit slowly up and down

Katie: Yes sir

Dom: Work thase fingers slut

Katie: Im so wet

Dom: Up and down, back and forth

Katie: Yes sir

Dom: And why are you so wet ??.

Katie: Because of you sir

Dom: Work those fingers a little harder

Dom: A little faster

Katie: Yes sir. Tell your slut how to play with her pussy

Dom: You are just a naughty nasty little slut wifey arent you?

Katie: Yes I am

Dom: Slide those fingers up and down between your swollen wet lips

Katie: Yes sir

Katie: It feels so good

Dom: Wiggling your fingertips up and down across that wet opening

Katie: I want to cum sir can I?

Dom: Pinch that clit mmmmmm

Dom: No you cannot

Dom: Your orgasms belong to me

Katie: ugh

Dom: And you cummm only when and if i let you

Dom: and never without permission

Katie: please daddy

Dom: Flick that clit with the back or your fingers

Katie: Its so swollen

Dom: Just do as your told

Katie: Yes daddy

Dom: Flick it again only harder ....

Dom: Tell me how your feeling

Dom: what your thinking

Katie: I want to cuuummmm

Dom: What you want is irrelevant

Dom: It's what i want for you

Katie: Please daddy I'll do anything

Dom: Open that cunt open wide

Katie: Photo Click to view

Dom: Now push those fingers slowly up inside you

Katie: Photo Click to view

Dom: pushing them deeper and deeper till your knuckles press tightly against you

Dom: now twist and turn them round and round inside you

Katie: They're all the way in

Katie: A car just parked facing me

Dom: Twist an turn there round an round inside you

Katie: I need to cum. I wish I had something bigger to fuck myself with

Dom: well do you have anything

Dom: Push and pull those fingers in and out

Dom: Back and forth

Katie: there's nothing I checked the glove box

Dom: well what kind of a slut are you not to be prepared?

Katie: Its my husbands car

Dom: Pump those fingers in and out

Katie: Yes daddy

Dom: Little faster and harder. Fuck that cunt of yours ....

Katie: ill cum if I do

Dom: Did I say you could cummmm??

Katie: noooooo

Dom: Pump it girl

Katie: uhhgggg

Dom: Do just as your told

Katie: Shit the lot is filling up

Dom: now place a 3rd alongside the other 2

Katie: fuck yes

Dom: and drive all 3 in hard and deep

Katie: ughhh

Dom: Fuck it good little slut

Katie: i wish you could hear your slut moaning

Dom: pump those fingers

Dom: ooh so do i mmmmmm

Dom: Let's put the fourth finger in

Katie: Its too tight

Dom: Drive them all in hard and deep

Dom: Just stretch it slut

Dom: Get those 4 fingers in

Katie: Yes daddy

Dom: Twist and turn them around

Dom: Push them in hard and deep

Katie: uhhhggggg

Dom: dont think girl just feel

Katie: I’m soaking the seat

Dom: Just fuck it girl

Dom: pump those fingers in and out

Katie: yes daddy

Dom: good girl mmmmm

Katie: i need to cumm

Dom: fuck it good for me

Dom: you need what i say you need

Dom: you dont tell me what you need

Katie: i need you cock daddy

Dom: You told me you were a good obedient slut

Katie: I am

Dom: Fuck it good and hard and deep

Katie: yes daddy

Dom: make those knuckles slap nosily into you

Katie: so loud

Dom: hows that car park going? lots of people around?

Katie: yes

Dom: any looking at you

Katie: i hope one of the dads sees me

Dom: why is that ??

Katie: Because I like to show off

Dom: turn the interior light on ...

Katie: yes daddy

Dom: and push and pull those fingers in and out

Dom: back and forth

Dom: fuck it girl

Dom: using all 4 are you ??

Katie: Yes

Katie: class is out soon

Dom: your point being ......

Katie: I want to cuummm daddy!!

Dom: looks at her and smiles broadly winking at her

Dom: fuck that cunt hard slut

Katie: I am!

Dom: such a dirty little slut mmmmm

Dom: You want to cummmm slut ??

Katie: Yes!

Dom: Beg for it girl

Katie: Please daddy. Please let your little slut cum. Ill do any thing you want if you let me cum right now

Dom: and just what will you do for me ??

Katie: Anything daddy. Ill give you my messager info and send you any pics you want

Katie: Please! My pussy is throbbing!

Dom: how do i know you will once i let you cummmm

Katie: ill be your little slut whenever you want.

Katie: because Im such a good little slut. I wouldn't lie to you daddy.

Dom: winks at her

Dom: pump it hard and deep

Katie: Gotta go.

#dom/sub #bd/sm mommy #naughty #needy pussy

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automatismoateo · 7 months

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Why arent religious people called out for their dirty minds? via /r/atheism

Why aren’t religious people called out for their dirty minds? I mean that’s why they try to control what women wear right? I’m a (F) wedding photographer, so I get stared at all the times of course especially in a temple setting. I’m used to it but recently a priest actually pulled me aside to comment on my fit. I thought I was wearing the most appropriate/ professional attire, long sleeved turtleneck shirt and these baggy, loose black pants. Apparently the fact that you can see my chest ‘outline’ was still way too crazy, and one of the priests pulled me aside and told me to dress more modestly. Not a single ounce of skin showing, mind you, besides my face and hands. Goes to show that no matter what I’ll wear, my body will be sexualized down to the outline of my bra padding. These guys need to focus more on their prayer and less on my chest. But it’s interesting because all the women in attendance were wearing the cultural outfits that still are also chest-tight. Where the hell am I supposed to hide my chest? Not my problem that their eyes divert to this part of my body (mind you I’m nearly flat-chested lmao, they have no argument here.) Submitted October 13, 2023 at 10:55PM by False_Locksmith4683 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/42f7xXw)

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spiderton · 2 years

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quick kharma and gong fic... set during p1. not ship at all its just them arguing

the hallway to kharmas throne was a long one. gong himself could recall happily chatting with kharma, about plans to expand the zigoton kingdom. but those times are long gone now, with only his quiet footsteps and stained windows across the walls of the hallway. the eyes of the former zigoton rulers glared right at gong through the windows, as he made his way through old carpets. two guards were in front of the large doors, small spiked hearts on both as the two looked worried seeing gong in his state. he didnt say anything as they only looked at each other, and opened the doors slowly to the throne room. they knew why he was here. “..thank you both.” gong mumbled, as the two guards bowed down. he walked inside and heard the door close shut; but there was a small peak through it. he then saw the queen of zigotons, the beloved kharma… not on her throne, but muttering as a smaller lacewing zigoton was trying to comfort her. “kharma.” gong addressed her by name, as she turned around to look at him. she looked relieved to see someone as close to her before being here- but gong himself wasnt. “i… want to talk to you, for a moment.” gong looked nervous, but kharma simply nodded; waving her royal advisor away. “of course, i do need some help…” kharma only sighed, looking out one of the wide windows in the throne room. it showed off the entire kingdom from the outside; it wouldve been a beautiful view if it wasnt for the current war at the moment. “

“no, its… kharma.” he rubbed his temple, trying to look at her with a straight eye. “do you really think making a deal with… with that thing?” gong could see kharma turning back to look at her, finally making eye contact. “and selling off the kingdoms souls? kharma, i know you are better than this-” he was cut off. “gong, its for the best. dont you see the patapons? half of my army is about dead by now!” kharma shook her head, turning back to look out the window. she began to pant, her arms turning into fists. “when the patapons march to earthend, the world will be destroyed. dont you remember that saying? its becoming true, right now, in front of us!” she turned to gong, glaring right at him as she slowly powerwalked. “this kingdom will fall, if i dont do anything!” “...you arent doing anything right now. i was!” gong yelled back, now also gripping his fists. “kharma, why won't you help the army yourself? you are a powerful sorceress- we can end those patapons with your power!” he waved his hands around, now pointing to the far desert out there. …kharma didnt respond, turning around to now face the doors. but, she didnt continue to move. “...i know its hard, miss.” gongs tone now softened, trying to walk up to her out of comfort. “but we can all work together to stop their march, i know it.” he put his hand out, with kharma looking back at him. he couldnt tell her expression, as he slapped his hand. “over a thousand have been lost in a day, gong. our army is getting weaker, and so are you.” she walked past him, with gong looking down at his hand. “goruru can give us the strength we need; and itd be worth it.” gong gripped his fist again, looking at kharma. “..you cant trust them, kharma.” he mumbled out to her, with her turning to glare right at him. “why, theyve been more forward compared to the likes of you.” she hissed, her wings flapping up. “i know what i am going to do, gong…. you cant stop me.” she walked up right to gongs face, as if she was about to throw him into a wall. gong was silent, but took a step back. “...il go defeat those patapons myself, queen. you cant do this- none of us want this!” kharma looked at the so called gong the hawkeye, only scoffing. “do you want to die, general? then so be it.” she turned around, fully facing the sun by now; taking a deep breath… “...now, get out of my sight.” “kharma-” was the last thing gong said, before two zigoton guards pulled him out of the throne room. he was thrown directly out of there, the two large doors completely slamming in front of him. they mightve been locked for gods sake, as he had to get himself up.. he could hear sniffing from inside the throne room, but he didnt bother to turn back. that was his vow now, his vow to fight. if he had to die, so be it. die like a man.

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darl1ngd3ar3st · 2 years

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another nsfw brett drabble

sorry 4 being horny on main guys ☹💔

Contains: creampie, overstim, some begging, idk you call brett puppy a few times

male reader

Your cold hands sent chills all over bretts body as they ran up and down his sides. He was already whimpering, and you hadn't done anything yet. "You're so sensitive, puppy." you whispered. "Mm- y-y/n...." he whined. His exposed body squirmed underneath you. "w-why am I naked and you arent??" he pouted jokingly. "I suppose that's a valid point." You chuckled. You lifted your shirt over your head and pulled your pants off.

"Is that better?" You said. Brett nodded with a small giggle. You gently cupped his cheek as your other hand trailed down to his hip. Brett leaned into your touch with a smile. "I love you so much." You hummed. The skrunkly little dude sighed as you pet him gently. You reached over to the bottle of lotion on the nightstand, coating your cock in plenty of it. Once you were all lubed up (HELP THAT WAS SO UNCOMFORTABLE TO WRITE) you flipped him over and spread your boyfriends legs.

Brett gripped the sheets beneath him as you slowly pushed your length into his ass. He let out a gasp and a whine once you were all the way inside. Giving him a minute to adjust, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "p-please..." he whined. "please what, honey?" You teased. "Please f-fuck me, y/n." He responded.

You smiled, satisfied with his answer. You moved your hips back and forth in a slow rhythm, like a metronome. Brett whimpered as your cock stretched him out and filled him perfectly. It felt amazing. "Do you want me to go faster, puppy?" You said. He nodded softly. With that, you sped up. Your pelvis snapped against his ass roughly, but not rough enough for it to hurt him. He let out a loud moan as he felt your cock hit his prostate, hard. "Ah!- r-right there-" he yelped, burying his face in the pillow he rested on.

You hit that spot over and over again, brett choking out a sob or a yelp each time. His entire body shook in pure ecstasy. Your fingers dug into his hips as you yanked him back and forth in rhythm with your thrusts. "I-its too- ah- t-too mu-uch~" he whined. "Oh god, don't stop- don't stop-!" His vocabulary started to deteriorate to almost nothing. After literally 5 seconds, the only words he could get out were "please" "fuck" and "don't stop." Poor boy, he felt like he was going to explode with pleasure.

"Are you close, puppy?" You cooed. Brett nodded frantically into the pillow. "Mhm! Fuck, p-please make me cum!! I- I ca- agh!!" He cried. "Good boy." You whispered.

"Cum for me." You said, wrapping your hand around your boyfriends throbbing cock and stroking vigorously. That sent him over the edge. The overstimulation was too much and he could've sworn he saw god. "Hah! agh!! c-cu-cumming!!" He practically screamed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt your cum fill him up. cum squirted from his cock and onto the sheets under him.

"Look at you, such a good boy taking all my cum like that." You praised. Brett choked out a sob in pleasure. His brain couldn't process anything other than how good he felt. Not that he minded.

Brett collapsed on the bed. He was shaking so much. "Are you okay, baby?" You asked softly. "Mmh...ha- that felt incredible..." he panted. "Thank you, y/n." You smiled, patting his head. "Let me run you a bath, okay?" You cooed. Your exhausted boyfriend nodded softly. You got yourself somewhat dressed and headed to the bathroom to run him a bath.

God, he loved you so much.

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WANTING TO USE THE WORD METRONOME IN A SMUT OMG.

#AFTERCARE >>>>>>>>>>#male reader #inside job #brett hand #brett hand x male reader #inside job smut

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hornime · 3 years

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voyeurant | kenma kozume x f!reader

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, kinda dubcon, kenma’s unintentionally pervy, male masturbation, poorly written video game content (i tried my best), mutual pining but u both are oblivious

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: yes, the title is a shitty pun of valorant. no, i will not be changing it. also this tiktok about timeskip kenma made me giggle so pls enjoy.

voyeurant: part one ↓ | part two | part three:

“fuck, i hate this map,” kenma grumbled into his headset.

your voiced chimed in his ears. “is it ascent?” you turned to see his face on your screen, pinched in annoyance. “ha, it is ascent. sucks for you.”

“which one are you on? haven?”

“you know it,” you chuckled. “your favorite.”

“i hate you.” he weighed his options, did he really want to play this game? the layout of the world made it irritatingly hard to strategize, and today’s losing streak was making him more agitated than usual. with a sign, he closed the application. “fuck this. i’m gonna go piss.”

“yeah, yeah, you’re such a big baby. and...” you released your mouse, throwing your hands up in triumph, “we just won. at this point, i’m gonna outrank you.” you were joking, of course. kenma wasn’t just a gamer, he was kodzuken, one of japan’s best pro-gamers, and you were just someone that played as a hobby. but it was always fun to tease.

“hmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure you will.” he turned his head to look directly at his webcam, smirking, “in your dreams.”

“ooh, catboy’s getting feisty!” he flinched at the nickname. “go pee so i can beat you at your best.”

he obliged, pulling his headphones off and looping them on the top of his chair. he casually raised his middle finger at you while smoothing out strands of his hair, prompting a series of profanities to escape your mouth, none of which he could hear. he chuckled playfully as you responded with two middle fingers of your own, before moving out of the camera to get to the bathroom.

you and kenma had met in an... interesting way, to say the least. after going moderately viral from lashing out at him for refusing to heal you in a game of overwatch—while he was streaming—the two of you reconciled over a twitter thread and exchanged gamer tags. since then, you’d struck up an easygoing friendship, characterized by almost nightly discord calls and occasional flirting. but we’re just friends, you often reminded yourself. and you were fine, well, mostly fine, with that.

tonight was like any other night: both you and him spending hours in a video chat with nothing better to do than mindlessly play games and bash each other. it was more than enough to strengthen your relationship but fell short of giving you the romantic tension you craved.

with kenma off in the bathroom, you, already bored, spun wildly in your chair. forgetting that your earbuds were still plugged in, the white wire caught on an opened can of coke sitting on your desk, spilling the sugary drink all over your keyboard and the front of your shirt.

“shit!” you quickly scrambled for paper towels, but the still-connected wire yanked you backwards. in your haste for something to wipe the soda with, the fact that your camera remained on in the video call completely slipped your mind. making the split-second decision that the trip for a towel wasn’t worth it at this point, you quickly whipped off your shirt, dabbing the keys with the part that was still dry. since you were home, you’d gone braless, and your current predicament had you flashing your webcam.

now, kenma had seen a lot of things from your side of the call: he’d seen you get chewed out by your residential advisor for being too loud, you with two sticks of pocky poking out of your mouth like walrus tusks, and you doing random cosplay moves you’d seen on tiktok. what he wasn’t expecting to see, not even in his wildest dreams, was a screenful of your tits, slightly damp from the cola that had seeped through the fabric of your long-gone shirt.

he stopped in his tracks, still out of the frame of his camera, eyes wide and heart racing, desperately trying to calm down and prevent the gradual hardening of his cock in his pants. unable to deny his desires, he continued staring at your plump breasts on his computer, you completely unaware that he could see you.

you quickly threw your soaked top in the laundry basket before throwing on a random sweatshirt and trying to calm your frazzled nerves. you tentatively touched your keyboard, groaning internally when you fingers lightly stuck to the buttons. it’s gonna take forever to clean this, you mourned.

“hey,” kenma mumbled, reappearing on screen and shaking you out of your thoughts.

“hey.” you noticed his flushed expression. “are you okay? you look really red.”

“uh, yeah. i actually uh, i feel kinda sick. so i’m gonna, gonna go.”

“oh, okay.” why’s he acting so weird? “feel better!” you disconnected from the call with a huff, disappointment morphing your face into a pout. well, you thought, better get to cleaning.

kenma, on the other hand, was still, swallowing as the bulge in his boxers became agonizingly hard. though the only thing left on his screen was his reflection staring back at him, the luscious view of your bust was etched in his mind. his hands moved to free his cock, the tip an angry red and smearing pre-cum over the waistband of his underwear.

“fuck,” he whined, slowly stroking up and down. his thighs trembled as he fell back into his chair, mind wandering. he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts become more and more lewd, fantasizing about how your breasts would bounce as he thrusted into you, how your thighs would wrap warmly around your head as he ate you out, how you’d cry out his name so prettily when he made you squirt around his fingers.

it was all too much, and as the circle he made with his fingers tightened as he reached his tip, he lurched forward, alarmed at how good everything felt just by thinking about you. i can’t cum, i can’t, the small part of his brain that wasn’t completely overtaken with pleasure tried to reason with him. there’s no going back if i—shit—if i cum. she’ll know, somehow, if i—if i cum, i—

the ecstasy kept clouding his judgement and his body worked against his mind as his hand pumped faster and faster while his conscience screamed to stop. his wrist wetly slapped the base of his cock, the sounds of both his hands and his moans getting too loud for comfort, but all he could think about was you. your eyes, your mouth, your chest, your legs, your ass, your pussy. god, he wanted to be in you so badly.

he couldn’t hold back, his insatiable need to cum overriding his senses, and the translucent liquid twitched out of his throbbing cock in spurts, drenching his fist and his balls. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m—fuck.”

he collapsed against the back of his chair, chest heaving with the sheer intensity of his orgasm. he combed a hand through his hair, the consequences of his actions now weighing heavily on his shoulders. i’m never gonna be able to look at her in the eyes again, he lamented. how am i ever gonna—damn it.

the sudden ping of a notification had his eyes raising from the mess on his pants towards his computer screen.

meanwhile, you were messaging kenma, a little off-put by his sudden radio silence but chalking it all up to his mysterious sickness.

[11:05 PM] you: hey ken! hope u feel better

[11:05 PM] you: if u get the chance u should check out what i added to our minecraft house. its perfect for sick victorian orphans like u

[12:14 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: why arent u responding

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: ok u got me ill tell u

[12:05 PM] you: its a hot tub

[12:05 PM] you: but with soup

[12:05 PM] you: but the soup is lava

[12:05 PM] you: genius right

[12:06 PM] you: anyway get some sleep and feel better <3

[12:06 PM] you: lmk if u wanna play animal crossing

[12:06 PM] you: actually no u should sleep. rest ur eyes and shit

[12:06 PM] you: no animal crossing for u!

[12:06 PM] you: sleep well so i can destroy ur ass in val tmrw

[12:06 PM] you: >:)

he sighed as he read your one-sided ramblings. he really liked you.

and he really wanted to fuck you. lucky for you, you wanted the exact same thing.

if only kenma knew what you did on the other side of the screen, hands in your undies and his name on your lips...

>> part two

#i have never played a game of valorant in my life #for someone thats only watched their friends play i think this is pretty decent #like wtf is ascent idfk #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #haikyuu! smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #kenma x you #kenma x reader #tw.dubcon #kenma

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