#anyway good night i need to sleep >< this was supposed to be just a cool down

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader - warnings: discussion of past abuse, Simon’s trauma Request: take your baby to work day

You're wide eyed at the front door.

"You sure you guys will be alright?" Your voice is clear, but your hand trembles on the door handle, bottom lip tugged across your teeth.

"We'll be okay sweetheart. But if you're uncomfortable, or it's too much, you should take him-"

"No, no. I'm fine. You're not supposed to bring the baby to OB appointments anyway. It's frowned upon." You roll your eyes, tipping up to kiss Ry on the cheek. "Just... don't let anyone breathe on him, or kiss him, okay? His immune system is still fragile compared to ours. I packed you like, three bottles so hopefully he'll take them if he gets hungry. Text me if-"

"Mama." He holds Orion in one arm, and grabs your hand with the other. You're frightened, and stressed, and he's driven to comfort you, the need to soothe you throbbing across his skull. "I've got this. We'll be just fine. Text me when you're done. Get yourself a tea or something afterwards, alright? Everything is going to be okay." You nod.

"Right, of course. You're... you're right. And you're going to a military base, I doubt there's a safer place around."

"C'mere." He tugs you into his side, and you wrap your arms around his stomach, nestling in opposite Orion. "I need you to do something f'me."

"What?"

"I need you to swear to me you'll tell your doctor about the dizzy spells." There's been a reminder card about your twelve week postpartum appointment on the fridge for two weeks now, and after you finally confessed you have been getting dizzy since Orion was born, and one time had even fallen, he decided to skip several steps by making the appointment for you. You were... not pleased, but he made it very clear, he's not playing a game with your health. He's planning his battles strategically now, putting pieces in play slowly, working towards his larger goal, but this was something he refused to compromise on.

"Okay." You whisper, burying your face in his chest. "I will." He lands a kiss to the top of your head.

"We'll see you soon. It'll be over before you know it, and maybe we can get a takeaway for dinner?" Your lips crack into a toothy smile.

"Sounds good to me."

"Alright, lad. Let's go see daddy's team." Orion stares at him, brown eyes curious, and watchful. He’s still not used to it, this feeling. This life, with you and his baby. Everyday, he has to stop to ground himself, anchor himself. Break from the cycle of a downward spiral, obsessive thoughts playing with his mind, counting down the million and one ways he could lose you, or fail you, or both. He’s careful, he’s diligent, he’s in control. He’d never make a mistake like he did before, the error of judgement that cost him his mother, his brother and his family-

But the incessant fear never ceases.

Fortunately, his anchor now is you. You, when you let him carry you to bed, when you watch him rock Orion to sleep as you stand in the doorway, you who curls up next to him on the couch now, fingers curled into his shirt like you’re afraid he might disappear. Your touch heals. Your words comfort. He can't fathom a future without you, or Ry, now.

If he thinks back on it, he wonders if he knew all along. If all the things he felt the night he met really meant forever, just like he had wished. A fantasy turned reality-

to have and to hold.

His stomach turns, wondering if his father ever felt this, if he ever loved, or if he was always just a monster, the ouroboros of victim turned abuser, the man who terrorized his mother, his brother and himself, long past the time Simon finally tore him to pieces, cracked his ribs, beat him into the ground.

Tommy broke the cycle, and from the moment he laid eyes on his son he knew.... he would too.

Price's secretary looks like she's seen an actual ghost. "Hey, Lindsey. Is he in?" She's staring, flicking back and forth to Orion and then up to his face, mouth slightly agape.

"Y-yeah he's..." she points over her shoulder at his closed door. "Lieutenant, did you... is that... is that your baby?" He nods, mouth curving into a proud smile, stepping close enough so she can get a good look at him. She almost jerks back, clearly not used to being so close to him. He's been here and there, off and on base all week catching up on a backlog of reports, but hasn't said a word to anyone, and he keeps everyone on base at arm's length except the 141.

"It is." Her shocked expression melts, hesitantly reaching her pointer finger towards Ry, allowing him to wrap it up in his chubby little fist. "This is Orion." She smiles at him, and then the baby, kindly.

"He's beautiful." She excuses herself when the phone rings, and he settles the tension burning between his shoulder blades. He didn't mentally prepare for this moment, didn't believe he had to. The expectation of Price's acceptance was assumed but now, his trepidation is a surprise.

He told his captain he needed to take leave for something really important, but never said for what. All he told him is that he'd loop him in soon, and that he was sorry he wouldn't be available for the next op. If John was curious, he didn't let him know, didn't push him for more info, didn't pester him. He just sent the forms to Simon's email to be filled out with a postscript:

Looking forward to hearing what this is all about.

And when Simon crosses the threshold of his office, baby in one arm, backpack stuffed with nappies and bottles in the other-

John Price laughs.

It's not the huff of a chuckle that Kate usually gets out of him, or the rolling guffaw that he gives the guys sometimes when he's particularly amused.

No, this is different. It starts in his belly and then rolls upwards, all the way until his shoulders are shaking and he's wiping his eyes.

Simon scowls, and John holds both his hands up, palms out. Surrender. "This is a good enough reason as any to take a chunk of all that leave saved up." He stands, stepping around to get a closer look. "What's his name then?"

"Orion." John nods thoughtfully. The backs of his fingers brush along the baby's arm, gently, slowly, a flicker of longing, of sadness, arcing across his face before it dissipates.

"The giant hunter Zeus banished to the skies." Organized stacks of paper sit in neat little piles on top of John's desk, authorizations he'd know anywhere. They're moving out. "Where's his mum?"

"At a doctor's appointment." Orion gurgles, and Simon pats his back, bouncing him slowly from side to side.

"You with her?" The answer is immediate.

"Gonna marry her." John's eyes fill with mirth.

"But she doesn't know that yet, does she."

"No," Simon sighs, "but she will. 'ts why I needed the leave. Besides," he motions to the infant tucked in his arm, "this, helping take care of him, taking care of her, I need to get them moved to a secure location. She's in a second level flat right now, with street facing windows. It's makin' my skin itch." Price will get it, Simon knows he will understand. He has his own secret at home, tucked away in a house only Simon and Laswell know about, just in case.

"Take it slow, don't want to spook her. Although I can't imagine she's too skittish if she took you to bed." He smirks. "You've got the time you requested. Had to call in a substitute for this one, but we'll need you on the next."

"How long?"

"Five weeks, maybe more. I'll ring when we're back on base." Five weeks. The clock is ticking, a bomb waiting to detonate, a guillotine waiting to sever his time with his family, his duty dragging him away.

"Alright." He concedes. Cross that bridge when he comes to it.

If Price sees his reluctance, he doesn't comment on it. "Bird'll be here in six hours. Boys are in the rec room, if you want to see 'em." Simon nods, shifting the baby in his arms as he heads towards the door. "And Simon," he turns, locking eyes with his captain, raw emotion plain on both their faces. Price gives him a genuine smile. "Congratulations. You're going to be a great father."

There's a lump in his throat as he crosses the campus to the rec room, his nose dipping across Ry's head, breathing him in as deep as he can behind the black cloth mask. "He's gonna be your godfather, little man. We just have to get Mama to agree, don't we?" He tugs the building's door open, ignoring the streams of chatter suddenly grinding to a halt in the hallway. Once he makes it to the rec room and sees that no one else is inside, just Johnny and Gaz battling it out in an intense game of pool, he slips the mask off his face and locks the door.

Soap is the first one to see him. "Steeeamin' jesus, LT is that a bairn!?" Kyle chokes on his water.

"Is that your baby, Riley?" They both scramble forward, Johnny whistling in disbelief.

"Aye, he's got to be. Look at the size of 'im."

"Johnny." Simon gives him the 'settle down' look, but the Sergeant only grins impishly.

"He's hers, innit he?" Gaz reaches, and Orion watches him with interest. "The girl from the bar. The one who lives close to me." Johnny's eyes go wider than globes.

"Ach Ghost, ye been busy wit' that boa-"

"Johnny." He hisses, and Kyle barks a laugh, reaching. Simon doesn't balk about handing Orion over, even though you were cautious about letting other people be around him. This is his team. He trusts them implicitly.

"He's a heavy lad, isn't he?" Kyle bounces him back and forth, all the while Ry stares at him with his head tipped back, mesmerized. "Looks jus' like you."

"Maybe a wee bit more handsome." Johnny's leaning around Kyle, his hand on Ry's back. They're mooning over him, two decorated, strategically brilliant sergeants, cooing at a baby like a bunch of sooks, as Johnny would say.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, a text from you letting him know you're finished, and heading home.

>Has he eaten?

>No, hasn't seem interested.

>Thank god.

Knowing you're probably in pain makes him antsy to get back, and he glances at the guys. "You movin' out in a few hours?"

"Aye, lookin' for some sort of stolen intelligence. Shouldnae be too long. Got a rent-a-Lieutenant and everythin'. Ye'll be back for the next?"

"I will. Stay frosty out there. I expect you all back in one piece."

He triple checks the carseat, testing the straps and the strength of the seatbelt before finally deciding it's secure enough, for the hundredth time today. He takes one last look, and presses a kiss to Orion's head. "Ready, bub? Let's go home and see mama."

#through me (the flood) #peaches writes #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader

[hotmessmaxpress]

Rosquez Horror AU, part 3

Vale notices the bags underneath Marc’s eyes on Wednesday afternoon, when he lands at the airport and sees Marc for the first time in over a week. Marc had a break between races and Vale expected him to have gotten at least some rest, while Vale is joining from a WDC weekend. He’s surprised to find that Marc looks so tired. 

“Vale!” Marc greets, happy to see him despite looking so exhausted.

“Marc,” Vale says happily. He doesn’t comment when Marc gets in the passenger seat of the car, forcing Vale to drive. Judging by the exhaustion on his face, it’s probably safer for Vale to drive. 

“You look exhausted,” he finally says, as he watches Marc’s head loll to the side and then jerk upright for the fourth time. “You should sleep while I drive.”

Marc gives him an apprehensive look. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be bad company.”

Vale smiles. 

“I’m happy to have you around, even if you’re asleep.”

Marc gives him a genuine, blinding smile, and Vale takes his hand. 

“Sleep, love.”

Marc falls asleep almost immediately, snoring softly in the passenger seat as Vale drives them to the track. He’s given up pretending to stay somewhere else, and isn’t wasting time checking into a hotel. He knows he’ll end up staying with Marc in his motorhome anyway, so he may as well go directly there. 

When they arrive at the track, Vale parks the car but doesn’t wake Marc. He wants to give him time to sleep, because he clearly needs it. Vale engages the parking brake and then opens a game on his phone, content to sit there while Marc gets the rest he desperately needs.

Vale finally wakes him up an hour later when he decides Marc’s neck is probably pushing its tolerance for the position he’s in. 

When he gently touches Marc’s shoulder, he’s shocked when Marc sits bolt upright, jerking away from him with a gasp. His eyes are wild and his breathing turns ragged. Vale holds his hands up in surrender.

“It’s just me, love. We are at the track. We can sleep when we get to the motorhome.”

Marc rubs the sleep out of his eyes and nods. 

“Okay. Good idea.”

Vale doesn’t mention the terrified look in Marc’s eye when he woke up, and he instead climbs out of the car and grabs his bag. 

The paddock is only sparsely filled, with only mechanics roaming around and getting work done. The media and medical staff will all come tomorrow, but for now Marc and Vale are left alone as they make their way to the motorhome. 

When they step in the door, Vale is surprised to see that all the lights have been left on, and the blinds are all open. 

Vale steps toward them to shut them. 

“Lay down,” he says gently. “I’ll close the-”

“No!” Marc protests. “Leave them open.”

Vale pauses, turning to look at Marc in confusion. 

“You want to sleep with the lights on and the sun in your face?”

Marc nods. 

Vale considers for a moment whether or not he wants to press Marc on this, but thinks better of it. He knows that Marc has been having occasional nightmares about the Cavities; he told Vale what he saw happen to the Pramac woman, who still has not been found. 

He hopes that maybe his presence can help stave off the nightmares enough for Marc to catch up on some sleep. 

“Okay,” he says, gently. “Let’s lay down, then.”

He climbs into the bed and Marc wastes no time climbing into his arms and falling asleep. 

Marc wakes up in Vale’s arms, finally feeling rested for the first time since the Shadow started haunting him. He’s at once both happy to have Valentino around and seized by terror that the Shadow will terrorize Vale along with him. 

Marc tenses, dragging in a shallow breath. 

“Good morning,” Vale says with a smirk. “Or, good night, I suppose.”

Marc slept all the way until night. He feels panic well up in his throat. The lights are all on, but that doesn’t mean they can’t go out. He swallows thickly. 

“I didn’t mean to sleep so long,” he croaks.

“That’s okay,” Vale says gently. 

Marc is so in love with this man. It nearly brings tears to his eyes that Vale is being this kind to him. He knows part of the flood of emotion he’s feeling is that he’s still so tired from sleepless nights, and the torment of the Shadow, and the memory of the days when Vale didn’t have so much compassion for Marc; didn’t have any compassion, really. 

“We should eat,” Vale suggests. “We can go pick something up.”

The thought of walking through the paddock right now makes Marc’s heart pound in his chest, but he doesn’t want to call attention to the Shadow. He hasn’t seen it since Vale arrived, but it’s only a matter of time before he sees it standing in the darkness, waiting for him to make a wrong move. 

“I- I am not hungry.”

“I am,” Vale says with a grin. “Come on.”

Marc allows himself to be tugged out of bed. He tries to keep his hands steady as he puts on his shoes, though his hands are shaking. 

When he looks out the window he sees that the lights in the paddock are all on. They’ll stay on all night, keeping the area illuminated to protect the valuable machinery housed in the garages and various buildings. He knows it’s meant to be secure, but he can’t help but scan the dark areas between motorhomes where the streetlights don’t touch. He holds Vale’s hand as they walk toward the parking lot, keeping the two of them in the center of the walkway and directly beneath the lights. 

It’s not until they reach Vale’s car that Marc sees it. 

It is frozen beneath a streetlight on the edge of the lot that has burnt out. It’s a circle of darkness among spots of light, and panic wraps around Marc’s lungs. He stares at it, knowing that it won’t move when he’s staring at it in the light. He takes a chance and looks in a panic at the car, seeing that the inside of it is cast in shadow. Without explaining, he turns his phone flashlight on, illuminating Vale as he opens the door and steps in. 

“Ow!” Vale says, covering his eyes as he turns the key. “What the fuck?”

The interior lights come on, and Marc turns his flashlight off. When he looks up, the Shadow is gone. 

Marc checks the backseat, a lump in his throat. 

“Marc?” Vale asks, and Marc realizes how odd he must look. He finally slides into the passenger seat. 

“Sorry,” Marc says. “I just thought you might need help seeing the keys.”

It’s a stupid excuse, but Vale keeps with his theme of giving Marc grace and doesn’t press him on it. 

Marc’s eyes keep drifting to the back seat, which is bathed in darkness every time they pass between street lights. Marc feels like he’s in a haze as Vale drives them to a takeaway place. Marc plays along as Vale orders and pays, and he holds the food on his lap when they drive back. He can’t shake the feeling that the Shadow is close by, and his tired eyes scan the side of the road. 

He sees it when they’re almost to the track. It’s still, standing, watching. Marc fights the urge to cry out. They’re safe as the car pulls into the lot, and Marc flips the overhead light on. He knows that it would only take seconds of being bathed in darkness for the Shadow to appear, slitting his throat with its claws. His hands shake as he thinks of Vale being hurt, and he opens the car door. He turns on his phone flashlight again, and Vale holds a hand up to block his eyes but doesn’t complain as he shuts the car off and climbs out. 

Marc nearly throws up as he shuts the door and sees the Shadow, now watching him from the dark backseat. Marc stumbles backward and nearly drops their food. Vale comes up to him and rests a hand gently on his back. 

“Marc, are you okay?”

Marc sucks in a deep breath. He can’t manage to respond. His eyes are locked on the eyes of the Shadow. Its eyes are lifeless, so dark that Marc’s panicked brain wonders if he’s really looking at eyes. It’s smirking at him, and Marc whimpers.

Vale grips Marc’s shoulder. He gasps and looks away for only a split second, and when he turns back around it’s gone. 

“You have to tell me what’s wrong,” Vale begs. “Now. I thought you were just tired, but I’m scared.”

Marc swallows.

“I’m being stalked by a Shadow.”

Vale’s eyes widen, and he looks around them. 

“No, an alert would have gone out by now,” he insists. “If one were detected in the area.”

Marc shrugs. “Maybe they missed it.”

Vale looks at him in concern. 

“Okay,” Vale says gently. “Okay. We can go back to the motorhome and figure this out together.”

Marc knows there’s nothing to figure out. There’s nothing that can stop a shadow. If he’s being stalked, there’s nothing he can do. He has to hope it gets bored and finds someone else or he will slip up and be killed. There’s no fighting, no running. Just surviving. 

When they wake up in the morning, the lights are all still on and they’re both alive. It’s a relief for Marc, but that doesn’t mean it can’t find him. In fact, many people who are hunted by Shadows are killed in the daylight; they’re lulled into a false sense of security and get careless.

Vale doesn’t seem concerned, even as Marc’s paranoid eyes scan all around the motorhome. 

“It’s okay, Marc,” he says. “Let’s have breakfast.”

Marc is on edge through breakfast and remains anxious the rest of the day. He does his media duties with a smile, practically a professional at lying through his teeth about how he’s feeling. 

Marc’s anxiety grows as the sun climbs across the sky and begins to set, casting longer shadows across the paddock and creating pockets of darkness. 

Vale seems to sense Marc’s unease, but he’s unfortunately as concerned as Marc. They’re walking along when Vale steps into a particularly dark corridor and Marc yanks him back. Vale turns to him with a flat look. 

“There’s nothing there, Marc.”

He’s not wrong, and Marc doesn’t want to argue, but he knows that it doesn’t matter if the thing was standing in the darkness. It doesn’t take them any time to travel between patches of darkness, and standing there for even a moment could call it to them. Marc makes sure to walk squarely in the light for the rest of the evening, hoping that Vale will stick close enough to his side to keep him safe. 

Things are fine until they get to Marc’s trailer after dinner, and Vale closes the blinds and begins dimming the lights. 

“No,” Marc says. “Please leave them on.”

Vale sighs but does as Marc asks. The air between them is oddly tense, but Vale leaves the lights on as they slip into bed together. Marc’s exhaustion overwhelms his anxiety, and he falls asleep tucked against Vale.

When he wakes the lights are off. 

His entire body seizes up with fear. The lights are on in the other room, so he realizes with horror that Vale must have turned the lights off. 

Marc looks up in terror and finds that the Shadow is standing in the corner of the room, staring at him. 

Marc is frozen. The terror of looking at it has overwhelmed him. It’s so horrifying to see the creature blending into the shadows, waiting to attack. It doesn’t move while Marc stares at it, and he finally manages to free his arm to reach over and grab his phone. He turns the flashlight on and the monster disappears, and he stumbles out of bed to turn the lights on. 

His knees are shaking so badly that he collapses there, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath. 

Vale sits up, and Marc immediately wants to scream at him.

“Why would you do that?” he says, sounding pleading rather than angry. “Why would you turn the lights off? It was- it was there.”

The look on Vale’s face is nearly bored. 

“Marc, I checked with the Anomaly Bureau. There is nothing. There’s no Shadow stalking you.”

Marc wants to scream. He points to the corner where it was. 

“It’s here. It was in the room with us! It could have killed us. Why don’t you believe me? 

“There’s nothing there,” Vale says. “Marc, it’s not there. There’s nothing there.”

“No,” Marc insists. “It’s there! It moves when the lights are off, I swear.”

“It’s not,” Vale soothes.

Marc sobs. “I saw it!”

Vale reaches over and turns off the light.

There’s nothing. 

He turns it back on. “You’re tired and under stress,” Vale begins. 

Marc’s stomach jumps into his throat. Vale doesn’t believe him; he played along last night but now that he has managed to go this long without seeing it…  He doesn’t believe Marc is seeing one. 

Marc schools his face into a politely blank expression. He doesn’t want to fight with Vale over this. He is tired and under stress. He is coming down from his shock and horror and now he’s just tired. He stays where he is, simply staring at Vale.

“You’ve been through something terrible. I know that what you saw happen to that woman must have been terrifying, but it’s making you paranoid.”

Marc hears the undertone. Get over it is what Vale really means. Vale doesn’t believe that Marc is dealing with something real, he just thinks he’s gone crazy. 

“Okay,” he says, not allowing himself to agree or disagree. 

If Vale doesn’t believe him, there’s nothing Marc will be able to do to convince him otherwise, short of letting the thing kill him. As mad at Marc has been in the past, he really loves the man too much for that, so he has to accept that Vale will simply not believe him. There’s no point pushing back. 

“Come back to bed,” Vale suggests. “It’s not sunrise, yet. You need sleep.”

Marc shakes his head. 

“I won’t be able to fall asleep again.”

Vale sighs, and Marc wants to cry. He keeps his face impassive, not wanting to let Vale know that he’s in absolute despair. 

Vale observes him for a moment and seems to deem it not worth arguing over. He lays back down, and Marc manages to pull himself into a seated position.

“Turn the lights off,” Vale says, from where he’s shoved his face against his pillow. 

Marc hesitates, then stands on shaky legs. He turns the lights off and slides under the covers next to Vale.

His eyes lock on the corner of the room, where the Shadow has returned. It stands there, staring, until morning.

#lmk if this doesn't make any sense #I try to 'show not tell' with the lore #but I feel like I don't necessarily do a good job #marc marquez #valentino rossi #rosquez #vr46 #mm93 #horror au

[vixstarria]

Bloodbang Chronicles - Chapter 6

Chapter summary: Throwback to the Act 2 confession scene, followed by some tooth-rotting fluff, seguing into sex on the ceiling. And what was that fey patron up to, anyway?

Chapter word count: approx. 4.8k

Chapter CW: Vampire spider climb ceiling fucking

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Series summary:

Five years have passed since the confrontation with the Netherbrain. Astarion and his warlock lover, Asmodea, are living it up in Baldur’s Gate, running a cabaret. Their life of decadence and debauchery seems idyllic, until Asmodea’s patron disrupts it with a proposal. One that seems too good to be true. One they cannot refuse.

Pairing: Astarion x Original Female Character

Genre: Humor / adventure / smut

Rating: Explicit

Five years ago, Shadow-cursed Lands

They sat on someone’s decrepit tomb, a short distance away from camp. The location choice was ironically apt, not that Astarion was in any mood to laugh. 

Why had he decided to tell her anything instead of just carrying on as they had..?

Ah, right. Because he wanted to have one thing, just one wretched thing in his life that wasn’t tainted, shrouded in lies and encased in his own guilt. 

And now it was going to come to an end. 

Asmodea - he supposed he would have to stop calling her ‘Oddie’ now, it wouldn’t feel right to continue with the little nickname, the one that had been his and his only - had drawn her knees up to her chest, ankles crossed, hands grasping at the tresses of her hair near her scalp as she stared off into space, anguish writ on her face. She looked oddly reminiscent of a child trying to curl into a ball. Seeing her this way was heartbreaking - he wanted nothing more than to comfort her, but how could he possibly do that, when he was the one who caused this hurt?

“I feel so stupid,” she said, softly. 

“Oh don’t beat yourself up, thousands have fallen for the same act before you,” Astarion said wearily. 

She blinked, looking up at him, as though snapping out of a trance. 

“Not about that,” she said. “I tried to pretend you were just a fun romp for the longest time, too.”

“...What, then?” Astarion frowned. 

She hugged her knees tighter, looking away. 

“Gods… Thousands you say…” she whispered. “This whole time, you were hurting. And I just kept taking, and taking, and taking... Fuck!” She hid her face in her hands briefly, before looking at him again. “You’ve given so many signs and hints… I just happily ignored them instead of putting two and two together. I’m so sorry...”

“You...” Astarion found himself at a loss of words. “You have nothing to apologise for... You only did exactly what I wanted you to do...”

He had anticipated anything but an apology. Tears, accusations, anger, perhaps even a cold indifference or scorn. He had prepared himself for all the worst outcomes. But this..?

“So where do we go from here..? What do you want to do?” she asked. 

We. 

Astarion smiled in disbelief and reached out for her hand. 

Every day after that, he expected her to end it, and every day, she stayed.

As the days went by, for the first time in gods knew hold long, he allowed himself to relax, having nearly convinced himself that she truly was content to simply lie in his arms at night, sharing her warmth, or stay up with him talking nonsense in hushed murmurs, while the rest of the camp slept.

Loving her and being loved felt more of an affront to Cazador and all his rules than even drinking sentient creature blood had been. Every sincere laugh, every gentle touch, every whispered word of affection was a forbidden luxury. Every time he indulged in it - an act of defiance.

That night, some days after his fateful confession, they took the first two watches and just stayed up together, as had long become their custom. It wasn’t optimal, perhaps, but they needed less sleep than most of the others anyway.

Astarion had dragged a crate over to the fire, and sat leaning against it, as Oddie - his Oddie, he repeated to himself - lounged between his legs, her back to his chest, her legs stretched out towards the fire.

A small pile of their companions’ clothing that needed repairing lay nearby. Astarion had volunteered to mend it - in part because he genuinely did not mind doing it and it gave him something to occupy himself with, in part because he liked to maintain a reserve of small favours, repayment for which he might collect at a later time.

He paused his own work and watched, amused, as she struggled with someone’s torn sleeve. He had insinuated that she was incapable, and she had decided to prove him wrong. He wondered what else he could goad her into in this manner.

“There. See?” she held the sleeve up for him. “Just because I choose not to do it doesn’t mean I can’t.”

He inspected the tear she had mended - there was too much thread used, the stitching was uneven, and the fabric now pulled, slightly lopsided. It would definitely hold, though, for better or for worse.

“…You’ve certainly made an improvement to its prior condition, my dear.”

She sighed and tossed the garment aside.

“I just hate it with a passion. Brings back memories that only make me angry.” She adjusted the way she lay, making herself more comfortable. “The man I was with back when I was very young and very stupid - he believed that just by virtue of being female, I was obligated to do all his mending, washing, cooking. ...Other servicing. You name it."

“Did you believe it?” Astarion asked, softly.

“I believed that I needed him to survive,” she contemplated. “He wasn’t all bad, I suppose,” she added after a brief silence. 

“Did you love him?” he asked, realising too late that his tone was too nonchalant to indicate anything but veiled jealousy.

“I thought I did, at the time,” she answered. She then tilted her head back against his shoulder until she was looking up at him. “Now I know better,” she smiled.

Caught between his instinct to immediately brush it off with a roll of his eyes, and an urge to melt into a stupid smile and embrace her tighter, he huffed and pressed his lips to her temple.

“What about you?” she asked. “Ever get to love anyone?”

“Of course I’ve loved,” Astarion said, slightly annoyed. “…I don’t remember anything about whomever it was, but that doesn’t mean I’m not familiar with the feeling itself. Surely you didn’t think you were that special, darling?”

Oddie shifted to move out of the circle of his arms. Instantly, a sinking feeling somewhere in his stomach told him that he had already screwed it all up, that he’d said all the wrong things, and that his teasing came off too brusque - but she had only turned around to look at him with curiosity, and the feeling abated as quickly as it had come on.

“Was it your thiramin?”

“What do you know about thiramin?” he asked, surprised. 

“I’m a bard, I know every sappy love story there is to know about elven soulmates.”

“Is that so?” Astarion mused, before continuing. “Thiramin are rare, practically a myth. I would take anyone declaring that their life partner is their thiramin with an entire handful of salt. ...And no, I’ve not met mine, if they even exist. That I would remember.” He returned to the shirt he had been mending. “And now I never will.” 

“Why not?” she asked. 

“You need a soul to have a soulmate, for one. And vampires don’t have souls.”

“Who told you that horseshit?!” she scoffed, making him look up at her in surprise again. “Of course you do - you have your desires and aversions, you feel joy and anger, you laugh, you cry... What else do you think a soul is, if not that which makes all this possible?”

“Maybe...” he said, furrowing his brows at the sewing, his work slowing. “What about you?” he asked, lifting his eyes to look at her again. 

“What about me? I’m half-elf.”

“And you can’t have half an elven or human soul – it’s one or the other.”

“Hmm...” It was her turn to frown. This wasn’t something she’d ever considered before. “I don’t reverie.”

“Neither do I,” retorted Astarion. “You look more elf than human, even if you behave like a goblin, but that’s not what’s making me wonder.”

“Oh? And what is?” she tilted her head. 

“Your patron. You say it came to you, unbidden, when you were in a prison cell. How? Why then? Why did it pick you?”

“I’ve asked, but they wouldn’t tell me,” Oddie answered. She had wondered about this herself, but figured it was all an unlikely coincidence and happenstance.

“I think,” Astarion began, “your fey ancestry from your elven side is strong enough that it sensed your distress from within the feywild, and came to your call. I doubt a human could do the same. A despairing human soul might attract a demon, maybe. But not a fey.”

“Maybe...” she said thoughtfully, resting her chin on her hand. “Let’s say you’re right, and my soul is elven. How would I know, if I met my thiramin?”

“You’re the bard, not me” Astarion shrugged, returning to his work. “Make something up about yearning and passion the like of which you’ve never felt before. Unwavering certainty and devotion. Pain at the mere thought of separation.”

She chuckled, and continued to study his face until he looked up at her again. 

“It’s very romantic, what you’re hinting,” she smiled. 

“Hmm? I’m not hinting anything, darling,” he said, shifting. She only breathed a brief silent laugh and leaned towards him to place a light kiss on his lips. “But it is a beautiful little fantasy, isn’t it?” he whispered, drawing her back against him.

“It’s been nigh on a tenday since you last disturbed my sleep with your rutting, yet you manage to revolt me more than ever,” a voice accosted them from beyond the campfire.

Lae’zel sat down across from them, having risen to take watch.

“I hope you’re happy,” she added. Her words came off as an insult, but there was sincerity in her voice.

Present day

She was lying to him.

Or hiding something from him, which may as well have been the same thing.

Oddie was devoting more and more time to conversing with that… thing in her head. She stopped doing so out loud, at least when she suspected he might be near, but he knew her tells: the way her eyes would freeze on random objects, the way her nostrils might flare for  no reason, the barely perceptible sighs that had no discernible cause, or her lips twitching into smirks when there was nothing to laugh about.

He had long accepted the presence of this unseen observer in their lives, if reluctantly. He had made some futile attempts to persuade her to terminate her warlock pact, years ago, but her stance on the matter was unrelenting. ‘Fuckface’ (Astarion still cringed at what she so freely called the creature) was there to stay, and the most surefire way to get her to bristle was to try to interfere in her dealings with the fey.

Over the years, sometimes her patron would retreat for long stretches of time - there wasn’t much need for its favours in the city after all - but it was clear it had been very active in her mind lately. She would normally share the fey’s quips with him, or complain about it when it was acting up, but of late he was not privy to anything that went on between them.

It wasn’t so much that he had to know everything - he wouldn’t feel the need or desire to intrude on whatever nonsense the two inane creatures were whispering to each other at all, if it wasn’t for the overall distracted daze Oddie seemed to have been in for days. This was something altogether different to anything that had come before.

He had had enough. He would find out today. Hells, he would find out now - waiting longer meant risking wasting another day only to end up not being able to discuss anything, and he was already wound tight as a string.

Approaching her head on carried a risk of spooking her like a wild animal, and who knew which way she’d dart with her reaction once she was startled. No, he would need to distract and pacify her as he stomped through the eggshells.

She was standing at the podium in the vestibule, studying the guest list. There was a lull in the comings and goings of their attendees, and she was alone.

He circled behind her, dragging his fingertips across her waist and down her hip, his motions reminiscent of a cat that was showing affection or marking its territory. He nuzzled her ear lightly as he came to a stop beside her. 

He noted with satisfaction the minute change in her breathing and the way she leaned ever so slightly against him, though she otherwise continued to ignore him in favour of the reservation book.

“You’ve been very bad,” he purred in her ear.

A sly smile played on her face.

“I won’t dispute that,” she replied. “Though you’ll need to tell me what I’ve done wrong this time.”

He dipped lower, brushing his lips against the sensitive bite marks on her neck. His markings, stark on her otherwise unmarred neck, he thought smugly before reminding himself not to get distracted. She shivered and cast a glance around them, to check that they were still alone. She was about to say something, no doubt to tell him that this wasn’t the time or place for this little game, when he raised his mouth back to her ear.

“I know you and your patron have been keeping secrets from me,” he grated, nipping at her earlobe and planting his arms on the lectern, encasing her within.

Her smile faltered and she half-turned to look back at him, surprised. What appeared to be guilt and a touch of confusion flashed on her features before she re-collected herself.

“Fuckface has been droning in my ear, yes,” she said, turning back away, resolving to respond to his words rather than his actions. “That’s hardly a secret.”

“What does it want?” Astarion asked, pleased that he still seemed to have the upper hand. He pressed against her ass, using one hand to tilt her chin and turn her head to make her look him in the eyes. “Hmm?”

“It’s...” she hesitated.

‘Hells below, just don’t say it’s nothing,’ Astarion thought to himself. 

“It’s a long story,” she concluded.

“So start telling me,” he said, his other hand sliding down her thigh and sneaking into the split of her skirt.

“Godsdamnit, Astarion.” Her breath hitched, but she turned to face him, the need to maintain a semblance of decorum breaking through her confusion and arousal at last. “Not here," she hissed.

“We can relocate, if you like,” he smirked.

With that, he pressed on, until she had no choice but be walked backwards until her back was pinned against a wall off the side of the vestibule, partially concealed by a column.

“Now will you tell me?” he asked, coyly.

“I’ll tell you at the end of the night,” she conceded. “I promise.”

The tone of her voice suggested that whatever it was wasn’t ominous and that he could believe her, and he relaxed, somewhat. For the moment, at least, that question could be set aside. However, another problem had arisen.

“And what am I supposed to do with this now?” he asked, looking down at the bulge in his pants, pressing into her hip.

“That predicament of yours isn’t my concern,” she said, clearly becoming emboldened - too bold for his liking, in fact - again. “Tuck it away.”

“I can think of one place to tuck it away,” he murmured, looking into her eyes, continuing to grind against her slowly.

“Funny,” she grinned at his corniness despite herself. “But I’m not about to drop everything and leave for a quickie.”

“Who said anything about leaving?” He narrowed his eyes.

“Oh please,” she rolled her eyes, “we both know you’re not going to fuck me here with all these people around.” Much to his pleasure, he heard her heart rate pick up, in contrast to her apparent bravado.

“Hmm? You’re so sure about where I will and won’t fuck you..?” he said, unrelenting. “Is that a challenge, darling..?”

She only wet her lips and continued to hold his gaze, without attempting to escape his grasp or trying to push him away. The look on her face was becoming more and more mischievous and defiant by the second, however. This was all the encouragement he needed.

“So it is…” He quickly glanced back to check whether anyone was behind them, then looked upwards, before grabbing and lifting her by the hips. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him, reflexively, clasping her arms around his neck. “Hold on tight.”

Before she could react, he quickly scaled, spiderlike, up the wall, as she clung on to him, continuing up onto the ceiling, past the vestibule and into the theatre proper, until they were among the beams above the audience.

A vampire’s spider climb ability changed the very way gravity affected them. Astarion’s hair and clothing fell against his body that way it would ordinarily. A hat would even stay on, should he be standing upside down. 

The same could not be said about anything he tried to carry with him, and this included Asmodea.

She let out a muffled squeal as her body pressed hard against his once they reached the ceiling. She had, once again, found herself in a predicament she could not get out of.

Asmodea swore and cast a darkness spell to try to conceal them. This section of the theatre was dim, but with at least a hundred people below them already, this was not something she wanted to risk being exposed. The music being played would hopefully cover any sounds they might make.

As all those concerns raced through her mind, Astarion seemed to be having the time of his life.

He reached down to run his hand up her thigh on the side where her dress was split with a high slit, until he reached her panties.

“You won’t be needing these.”

The little scrap of silk and lace went flying into the crowd as he simply tore them off.

She wasn’t sure whether it was just an act he put on, but as he went through the motion of tossing them away, for a moment it felt like his body would lose balance and he would also go flying down into the audience, taking her along with him, and she let out a small involuntary yelp, clinging on to him tighter.

“It’s fine, I’ll break your fall,” he laughed. “And someone else will break mine – they'll think it’s all a part of the show, as long as no one dies.”

She snickered despite herself, heart racing.

“We could hire some of those vampires Ivar warned you about and have them-” she was cut off as he caught her lips in a kiss, pinning her tightly between him and the ceiling with his full body weight.

Being suspended that way was the strangest sensation. She didn’t know what to do with her legs: no matter what - she felt like she was on the cusp of falling. She had no choice but to simply place her full trust in Astarion, hooking one leg around his, looping the other around his hips, as he slowly but deliberately ground them into hers.

“I’ll need your help with my pants unless you want me to take my hands off the ceiling again,” he breathed in her ear.

“What’s that, you didn’t think this through?” she teased.

“You do realise I can just stand on my feet and fuck you completely upside down..?” he said wryly. “It’s your choice...”

Asmodea cursed again and hurriedly reached down to unlace his pants. This was not a topic he would joke about.

He breathed in relief as she finally released his cock.

She stroked his length with feather-light movements of her fingers, circling down to his balls with her fingertips until she reached a spot where she knew he was most ticklish. His cock twitched between them as he shuddered, drawing a breath through his teeth, and groaned.

“Behave, darling, I won’t warn you again,” he murmured in her ear, a dangerous note in his voice.

“I’ll behave,” she giggled and whispered sweetly, taking his shaft into her hand to stroke it slowly but firmly, and reaching down with her other hand to pull and jerk the skirt of her dress out of the way.

“Good,” Astarion whispered hoarsely, as she spread a drop of precum over his cockhead with her thumb. “But you can do better than that.”

She continued to play with his cock as she guided it between her legs, not allowing it to dip inside yet, but grinding against it, covering it with her slick as Astarion rolled his hips, running his length against her, grazing her clit with its head.

“Good girl,” he purred in her ear. “Very good, very wet girl… Is it the audience beneath us that has you so hot and bothered..? Do you want to put on a different show for them..?”

“I would never,” she groaned.

“I’m not asking whether you would, I’m asking whether you want to,” he whispered. “All those eyes on you, while I do whatever I want with you?”

She found herself clenching around nothing and hurried to guide him inside, as he eagerly pushed himself in, filling her completely.  

She hoped he didn’t notice the little desperate whine she let out at his words before that, but he did - of course he did.

 “You do, don’t you?” Astarion whispered as he began thrusting into her. He was forced to keep his movements shallow as the sheer force of gravity pressed their bodies tightly together, making him grind hard against her clit. The additional pressure and friction was sweet, so sweet between her legs, and she moaned wantonly, not sure herself whether from the sensation or from the obscene images filling her mind.

Astarion reached to grab her wrists and held them over her head against the ceiling, one-handed, as he pulled the bodice of her dress down with his other hand, exposing her breasts.

“A whole crowd watching your tits bounce with my every thrust,” he continued, hoarsely.

She was coming apart, equally helpless before the rumble of his voice whispering obscenities in her ear, and the incessant rhythmical rocking of his hips.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Damn this man, she thought. It took her everything to maintain the darkness spell, as she felt her pleasure building quickly - too quickly for her dignity’s liking - but she was beyond caring.

As chance would have it, she was unable to contain a loud moan just as the music went silent for a second. The audience below them laughed but didn’t seem to be able to tell where the sound came from, and they remained undetected.

Astarion was too close to his own peak to continue to taunt her.

“That’s it, don’t hold back,” he groaned.

She couldn’t hold back any longer, not unless she actually wanted the darkness spell to slip and dissipate. The thought of truly being exposed in this precarious position, the urgency of it all, and the sheer merciless pumping of Astarion’s cock in her hole finally sent her spasming uncontrollably around his hard length, as he continued to fuck her through her desperate mewls, even as she bit into his shoulder trying to stifle her moans.

Her vice-like clenching pulled him to the edge faster than he would have liked. He snarled and released her arms, pushing against the ceiling with his hands, to try to give himself more room to deepen his thrusts. Understanding what he needed without words, Asmodea pressed her hands against his chest for leverage, letting him chase his own release.

The rhythm he held earlier stuttered as his hips crashed into hers, almost as though of their own accord.

“You shameless… fucking… whore…” he rasped, accentuating every word with a forceful thrust, until he finally spilled inside her, with a feral groan.

“Gods…” he gasped, as he fell back against her, stilling and letting her relax against him, lying suspended on his body. “…We need to do this again.”

She only chuckled softly and wrapped herself around him with a sigh of contentment, as he drew her into a kiss that contrasted impossibly in its tenderness to the indecent things that left his mouth just earlier.

Moments later, as he pulled out of her, Asmodea felt, and then observed over Astarion’s shoulder, with what can only be described as bemused dread, as dribbles of semen dripped from between her legs and onto the unsuspecting audience below. 

“Get us down, NOW,” she hissed. It was one thing for a pair of mysterious panties to fall on someone’s head – frankly that was very much on brand for their establishment, but raining down sperm onto their guests might just be taking things a tad far. Even at Sharess’s one would first need to consent before something like that might occur. 

Astarion choked back a laugh and scrambled toward the opposite wall. For some reason, getting down was always more difficult for him than climbing up.

She wasn’t sure when the darkness spell had worn off – hopefully only after they began their descent, but as they collapsed on top of each other once Astarion finally half-stumbled, half-fell off the wall, they found Frederic, the emcee, tutting disapprovingly and shaking his head, as he tried to hold a curtain in place that concealed their blundering attempts to regain verticality in a dignified manner. 

“Curious time and manner to try to clear the spiderwebs... Ah, madam, no, your hair… Your dress! Tsk, I simply cannot allow you into my theatre looking like this,” he chided his employers. “Off with you, make yourselves presentable!” The man’s serious facade finally cracked as he winked at them, before they hurried off, snickering, up the nearest service stairs before anyone else noticed them. 

The mirth had worn off by the time they reached the bedroom.

“Did you honestly decide to seduce me instead of just asking me about my patron?” she said, exasperated.

“I have asked, days ago - you said you’d tell me later,” Astarion snapped back. “Well, it is later now.”

“And I said I’d tell you at the end of the night - it’s not the end of the night yet,” she retorted.

Astarion crumpled up the shirt he had just taken off and flung it onto the floor, giving in to his frustration.

“If I have to sit and wait like a dog for whatever scraps you’ll give me, will you at least tell me why you’re lying?” Astarion ground out, sitting on their bed. “Is there something so terrible you think I can’t handle it? Whatever it is, I don’t need you to coddle me.”

“I’m not ‘coddling’ you,” she protested, sighing. “It’s actually the complete opposite of what you think…”

He furrowed his brows but didn’t say anything, and she continued.

“I think I’m on the cusp of good, really good news,” she started, picking at her nails, “but yes, I haven’t been ready to talk to you, because, well… I’ve been worried it’s all an impossible ruse, and I didn’t want to get your hopes up for nothing. Not until there was some kind of guarantee, or I was sure there’s no catch.”

“Your patron’s a fey, of course there’s a catch,” said Astarion, his tone softening somewhat. “Well, we can judge whether it’s realistic or not together, whatever it is - so what is it?”

She looked away, breathing a soft laugh, and shook her head.

“You’ll say it’s stupid and that I’m being naive.”

“Darling, if even you think it’s stupid - it very well may be. But for hells’ sake, just tell me.”

“Alright,” she said, approaching him and perching on the bed next to him, pausing to think how to begin before continuing. “So… we’re amending the contract,” she began, “and no, before you say anything, we haven’t agreed on the exact terms yet,” she added hastily. “There are some things Fuckface wants - mostly minor, but also they want me to leave Baldur’s Gate for a while-” Astarion tried to interject, but she kept talking. “-and yes, you can come with me. If you want. They want me to be ready to take on some task for them. And no, I don’t know the details yet - they won’t tell me, but I can back out of it anytime, it would just mean that they won’t have to uphold their end of the bargain, but there wouldn’t be any repercussions for me.”

“Slow down.” Astarion finally got a word in. “And what is their end of the bargain, exactly..?”

Asmodea took a deep breath and clasped her hands.

“They said they could grant me a boon.”

“Alright. What’s the boon..?” Astarion asked cautiously.

“This is where you’ll tell me I’m being stupid.” Asmodea bit her lip and grinned.

“You’re stalling. What boon?” he asked, impatiently, looking at this creature before him, still covered in flaked whitewash and dust, a string of cobweb dangling from her hair, impish look on her face. She looked as mad as the words that followed out of her mouth.

“A boon of immortality.”

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[eliasdrid]

have you heard that one story about the strategist that left home for war but could not return?

#Outis LCB #Limbus Company #Limbus Company fanart #LCB fanart #project moon #Outis #my art #limbus co #anyway good night i need to sleep >< this was supposed to be just a cool down

[arthur-r]

updates on this:

started testosterone already (may 28)

demo recording is going awfully, but the more i realize i’ll be free of my voice soon the more i realize i might not have all that much willpower to preserve it like that

i will be going to alaska for the first half of july so be prepared for that….

all of those events are going to happen at some point. including visiting campus in a week maybe but otherwise waiting for another month and a half. we’ll see.

i’m reading sula and loving it. stayed up filling my sideblog with quotes actually

i’m not making money, or staying healthy, or sleeping, and i’m really struggling to hold onto who i am. so that’s unfortunate. i guess i’ll have to start with keeping a diary. but there’s not a lot to write down i just feel sick and awful. and that’s just kind of been the main idea of the summer so far

#WHY DID I START HAVING A DEPRESSIVE EPISODE JUST AS I WAS ABOUT TO START T #THIS IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR. SUPPOSED TO BE THE HAPPIEST OF MY LIFE RN #but honestly i feel so dysphoric about the fact that nothing has changed yet. like at least i didn’t used to be ACTIVELY TRYING #but it’s whatever. i’m taking gel. it goes slower. it’s whatever. i’ll get there #anyway i have no fucking idea what’s wrong with me but this is where i’m at #MAYBE ITS CAUSE IM OFF MY BIRTH CONTROL. maybe i should start that again even though i’m on T now #just cause i have awful pmdd and for all i know that’s what’s been happening to me #i dont know. the fucking tragedies in my midst can’t be helping anything. would be maybe fucked to be doing okay rn #anyway idk. im gonna try to sleep. but ran into this list #fuck i miss my bed. having my own room that was MINE even sharing it with aaron was fucking beautiful honestly #and something awful has happened and i dont think i’ll ever be able to feel that peace in my new room next year #anyway i need to sleep really badly i’m going to sleep now. but yeah idk. there’s a lot going on #and i am not even as screaming and sobbing as i should be #anyway im around if anyone needs anything. though right now im sleeping #and i hope everyone has a good night #me. my post. mine. #delete later #ask to tag #vent cw

[merevide]

#getting one spotify link in tonight before i reblog a bunch of stuff and then gts godddd #i mean. the night is young ig (i’m going to sleep around 12 in the morning) #idk why like i’ll do a bunch of stuff get emotionally and physically exhausted and need alone time but alone time is when i’m supposed to be #sleeping so my body doesn’t crashhhhh. i haven’t even had dinner like fml UGHHHH #anyway good song everyone stream this song or i’ll know and i’ll cry just kidding seriously listen to it please #amaarae #my text #i can’t b ur lover btw.if u even care #Spotify

[infizero]

light and misa's "relationship" is rlly tragic and fucked but also in an isolated state its really fucking funny. ESPECIALLY if you consider them both to be arospec like i do

#misa is like ''oh light my wonderful boyfriend~!! we need to go on a date we haven't been on one in so long!'' #(i know that when you're dating you're supposed to go on dates. so we have to go on a date every so often to assure me that i'm getting a #good grade in Having a Boyfriend something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve) #and then light is like (internally) 'i would literally rather kill myself than spend time with her but i need her for my purposes so i have #to appease her' (externally) ''ok sure i guess misa'' #and then they go to a restaurant and misa waits for him to kiss her the whole night (she does not attempt to herself) #meanwhile light just sits there and goes nonverbal for long extended periods of time while he monologues in his head about how to appear #like a normal (straight) human being (spoiler: he's really bad at this) #and every so often he'll be like ''you look nice. this food is good. other boring pleasantries'' while glaring as if he's poisoned her food #THEY LIVED LIKE THIS FOR 4 YEARS. #again. awful. but also kind of fucking funny. gay aroace guy and aroace girl going through the motions of a heterosexual relationship for 4 #whole years. they hate each other for sure dawg ToT obvs misa to a lesser extent but i think she definitely had a lot subconscious hate for #light. that only got stronger the longer things went on #also during this time they definitely had sex a Single Time because they got to a point where misa was like we've been dating for like #2 years normal couples usually sleep together way before then...... and light was like. LOUD SIGH. ok #it was terrible. neither of them enjoyed it and they never spoke of it again #gee wonder why that was (holding the ace spectrum behind my back) #anyways they're so awful im obsessed w them. awful apart and even WORSE together. it's beautiful #then you throw L in this mix and it gets even funnier and MORE awful #(he's bi aroace to me btw. for the record) #serena.txt #death note posting

[mothram]

#diana's music diary #good evening hii #i feel really good today!!! at least that's mood-wise... #my body hurts a lot from last night... whenever I take that stuff it makes my bones ache a lot after... brain's fuzzy too @@ #it's still really really fun and nice despite that.. felt like I was lucid dreaming and I was so happy and felt so much love for my friends #spent the night just talking to my partner and a friend ive started talking to again recently!! #when I hit the peak I was so entranced by everything and was just watching everything get all bouncy and drifty and colourful and nice :3 #fell asleep so happy while I was listening to music it was soooo comfy.. I remember seeing these fractal shape patterns pulling me to sleep #today I was supposed to play a game with the friend but it ended up being busy so we're going to do that another day instead ^_^ #might play something with my partner instead idk... today I will just be resting I suppose!! kinda need rest anyways #let's make today good and cozy and full of love... love you friends ty for reading 😊

[toastsnaffler]

istg one of these days.......

#ya know that post thats like texting lesbians: its throw bowling balls down the stairs day u better be game #one of my fave posts ever in the world #anyway my lesbian flatmate texts like the straight female friend part of that post and i love her but its killing me #its endearing but its so hard not to read it as flirty stoppitttt im already dedicating so much work to repressing this little crush 😭 #ALSO THAT POST THATS LIKE FLIRTING W GIRLS WILL HAVE U ADDING :3 TO UR TEXTS literally so true but I dont think she means it like that 😭😭 #like she talks to everyone that way I remember when I first met her me + my ex spent ages trying to work out if she was gay #bc we were so sure she had a gay vibe but every text felt like it was pointing the other way..... the vindication when I found out she WAS #anyway my resolve weakens with every 😘 emoji like im already thinking abt it dont give me any more ideas !!!! #its not even embarrassing anymore like how am i supposed to exist near someone like her WITHOUT ever having a gay thought #so im not sorry if she sees this. i take rejection like a champ dont be shy #but genuinely tho i dont think shes interested shes just cute like that. and idw make things weird cuz we're still living together next yr #itd be suchh a pain if i made things awkward right when we need to find a place. and anyway my best case is our 3rd flatmates WORST #i wouldnt do that to him god forbid #buuuut...... nope ok enough of that im going back to bed its almost 1am #this is what HAPPENS when u have insomnia tuning into the crazy radio every night #need to get onto dating apps and find smth new to distract me before this gets out of hand....... buttttt i dont want to >:| #its ok my patience is infinite i like playing the long game. i was into my ex for 2 and a half years before i made any moves #i can wait this one out too either itll happen eventually or itll pass. we're good #ok thats GOODNIGHT from me if u read this far wow ur nosy arent u...... jk ily sleep well everyone #muah all round #.diaries

[myatlantispoets]

This was one of the worst exams i've had in my life so far

#so fucking intense for no reason #i was there for like three hours #got a headache halfway through #and i failed ofc #which i kind of saw coming so it wasn't as disappoinying as it could've been but #still hurts #mostly bcs i could've done better if i'd been less of a trainwreck these past days/weeks #luckily i can retake it on the 21st and my classmates have already offered to help me study #but ig it just feels like thr last straw in a way #bcs i was already not doing well but i kept lying to myself abt it #i need to take a deep breath and try again #i bought a box of calming tea bags with like lavender and other stuff that's supposed to help you sleep #hopefully it's gonna help me take a much needed nap #cuz i haven't had a good night's sleep since...last year. not even joking #the box is also pretty which is nice lol #anyways #send me good vibes pls #personal #venting

[yoohyeon]

Some random user liked a post of me complaining about my neighbours earlier and f that user cause why are my neighbours playing music and screaming at pass 3am out of a sudden it’s like they predicted it

#if I wasn’t so shy I would knock on that door so fucking bad #they were told next time they do something like that they are force to move #AND THEY ARE STILL DOING IT ?!?! #after 11pm there’s suppose to be no loud music no screaming #but they got people over at 11pm exactly and start partying #and it wasn’t even that loud the later in got into the night the harder they start being loud #and I can hear the boom boom to my room I never hear the boom boom to my room ?!?! #it’s that loud tonight #our walls are too thin or my ears are to good at picking up sound idk what’s the answer #i was suppose to go to sleep 30 minutes ago but I’m mad I need to get this out of my chest 😭 #Idk if my dad will send a text to our landlord though he’s kind of exhausted complaining to her and valid everyone’s annoying 😭 #and we don’t want them to be force to move we just want peace we will feel so bad but they can’t continue like that 😭 #and also I heard a loud banging earlier I got scared to death I think it was my dad banging on the ceiling #the neighbours above have pretty sure change place so they girl is waking up my parents instead of me 🥲 #but unless me my dad is not afraid to tell them 😭 #i get snoring but once I have my earplug I don’t hear the woman it’s okay but my poor parents at least I’m home while they work :( #even I was sleeping 6 hours cause of her it also sucked for me but not as bad as them #anyway got to sleep it’s 3:30 I’m more relax now with my earplug I won’t see them 😭 #i have video evidence in case my landlord want one I film the time so they can’t say it’s not true #i feel like a goddamn Karen and I hate it 😭 #maybe we complain too much or maybe I just feel to bad to think correctly if it’s really that bad or not 😭 #i almost prefer my ex neighbors and I hated those guys too bdjsbjdbs #i do miss our friend above though 🥲 he call my dad this week they are doing fine I’m glad 🥰 #alex.txt

[strawchocoberry]

‘CAUSE GIRL, YOU EARNED IT

୨୧ featuring: zhongli, alhaitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, tartaglia x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, gangbang, intoxication kink, spanking, edging, pet names, oral sex, nipple play, handcuffs, fingering, choking, praise kink, degradation kink, rough sex, double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie, dumbification

୨୧ synopsis: guilty of negligence 

ଘ wc: 4.4k

It was a peaceful night, rain was falling outside, lullying nature into serene sleep. And here you are, fixing your lingerie that was practically nothing more than decoration on yourself. A bit of lipstick and you were done. You took a look at yourself in the mirror, pleased with how utterly gorgeous you looked. You couldn’t wait. It had been so long since you last saw him that you were ready to devour every piece of him the moment he stepped inside your house. You counted the seconds, trying to calm your excited heart, but it was in vain. Before the sound of your doorbell could even fathom to fully reach your ears, you were running to the door, putting on your silk robe to avoid becoming a spectacle for any potential passer-by. 

Five pairs of eyes were looking at you and you could only stand there and stare at them with widened, shocked eyes. They were equally if not more confused than you were. And it finally dawned on you; you had accidentally arranged to meet all of them on the same day, at the same time. Your mouth opened and closed, as you found no words to explain the situation to them. What were you supposed to say, anyway? You stepped aside, letting them come inside to the warmth of your house, feeling bad for letting them spend a few more minutes at the cold of your porch. 

They settled in your living room, averting their curious gazes back at you. You felt your cheeks blushing by this predicament you had bestowed upon yourself over your own carelessness. Their intense gazes that travelled upon your body, taking in every little detail like starved men, had you wrapping your arms around yourself, suddenly being too self-aware of the few garments you were wearing. 

“I-I’ll bring you some h-hot beverages to warm y-yourselves,” you suggested, making haste into the kitchen. 

And as you were panicking, trying to think of ways to deal with the situation at hand, the gentlemen in your living room became acquainted with those they weren’t. Zhongli, Wangsheng Funeral Parlour’s Consultant. Alhaitham, Sumeru’s Akademiya’s Scribe. Neuvillette, Fontaine’s Chief Justice. Wriothesley, Lord of the Fortress of Meropide. Tartaglia, the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. They didn’t really seem to mind your stalling in the kitchen. On the contrary, the five of them started talking amongst themselves, starting with Neuvillette, who was clearly surprised to meet Tartaglia once more. 

You couldn’t make up what they were talking about, but you could hear their lively chatter. Of course, none of them was mad or angered by the others’ presence. You were just good friends with all of them; good friends that occasionally fucked each other, but that’s just your way to keep your friendship interesting. They were, however, caught off guard by the rest, as were you, yet they seemed to have moved past it. 

You didn’t know what to do. How were you supposed to send them home when they had cleared their schedules for the night just to meet you? I’m so stupid! You mentally cursed at yourself, as you started preparing some tea. Getting them to leave was already a nearly impossible task, let alone now that they seemed to be getting along. You dreaded the thought of going back there. You dreaded the thought of having to explain how all of them showing up at your door tonight was an accident, a careless mistake you made and failed to realise till they had all arrived. 

As the tea was being prepared, you went through your cupboards, taking out various snacks to go along with the tea. You were almost moving like a robot that needed its joints to be greased. You could even hear the faint sound of screeching each move of yours made. It’s going to be alright, you attempted to calm yourself down. They’ll just have some tea and then they’ll leave… Or at least that’s what you wanted to happen. I won’t have to explain how I messed up our meeting schedule tonight… Wishful thoughts that barely managed to help you. 

Soon enough, you returned to the living room, bringing them the tea and snacks. To say that you felt as awkward as one could feel at the moment was an understatement. And yet, the men in your presence paid no attention to it, as they helped themselves with a cup of tea, continuing their conversation. You were just sitting on an armchair, watching them converse as if they had been called to a tea party from the start, not that silly little you had by accident invited them all over. 

“And here I was thinking that this was all just a mistake on your part,” you heard Alhaitham say a little louder in order to catch your attention. 

Pulled out of your thoughts, you turned to look at him, tilting your head in confusion as to what he meant. You noticed his heavier breathing, the way he seemed as if his body was on fire. He appeared calm, but oh that boner of his told another story. A quick look around and you saw the rest of them being in a similar state. Your eyes fell on the chocolate bites among the other snacks. Fuck— 

“Come here.” 

You took a moment to look at Neuvillette. Even in this state of arousal, he spoke in that authoritative voice of his, the one he always uses when commanding order in the courtroom. You gulped and hesitantly walked towards him. With a swift move of his, you found yourself sitting on his lap, the Chief Justice already untying your robe. 

“We all got the impression that perhaps this was just a… Misunderstanding.” He caressed your cheek, looking at you fondly, despite the serious tone of his voice. “Did you perhaps plan this in advance? Bringing us here, then giving us chocolate laced with an aphrodisiac?” 

“Should I perhaps arrest you now, little kitten?” Wriothesley whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe right after. 

“I suggest she receives punishment for her criminal actions.” Tartaglia was now standing in front of you, smirking, as he held a piece of chocolate to your lips. 

“B-But I-I didn’t do it on purpose—” 

“Negligence is still a crime, love.” Neuvillette kissed your cheek. “And even if we were to believe your claims, the evidence works against you.” His hand slipped down your open robe, rubbing your folds. “Wearing such revealing lingerie and getting wet at the mere sight of us being aroused… Tsk tsk tsk.” He shook his head. “You’re as guilty as you can be, love.” 

Tartaglia slipped the chocolate into your mouth, looking at you as you munched on it and swallowed it. He smirked, caressing your chin softly, before crushing his lips on yours, kissing you impatiently, hungrily, desperately. Alhaitham and Zhongli approached you as well, ridding you of the only garments you were wearing, leaving you completely naked under their ravenous gazes. They were trying their best to keep themselves in control and not rip you apart; their eyes betrayed it. 

It didn’t take long for the aphrodisiac to kick in your system nor for the carnal desire to overtake your body. You were lying on Neuvillette’s chest, squirming and moaning and meowing, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. His left hand was holding your arms behind your back, whilst his right one was tending to your clit, his fingers rubbing your sensitive bud with utmost expertise. Wriothesley was kneeling in-between your legs, holding them open with his strong arms, as he feasted upon your delectable cunt, tasting your arousal and letting out low growls. 

On your left side was Zhongli and on your right was Alhaitham. They were leaving kisses all over your exposed body, massaging your breasts with one hand and pressing you down with the other. Their mouths were tending to your nipples, sucking on them as they watched you writhe in pleasure by all those men paying attention to you. Tartaglia emerged from behind the couch, caressing your cheek and averting your gaze to him. Leaning down, he buried himself in the crook of your neck, kissing and licking and biting you all over. Your body arched at their touch, your moans only urging them further. 

Wriothesley let out a guttural growl, licking every drop of your arousal. He could barely keep your spasming body still, as you moaned out in pure ecstasy from your orgasm. All of them smirked, feeling you convulsing, looking like you’ve just entered heaven. Neuvillette slapped your cunt, earning a whimpering moan from you. 

“Did you like it that much, love?” Neuvillette asked you. 

“Of course she did, right, kitten?” Wriothesley smirked, licking over your cunt. 

“Her moans confirm that, don’t they, dear?” Zhongli kissed your neck. 

“Oh, poor baby, you aren’t tired yet, hm?” Alhaitham cooed in your neck, gently biting down over one of Tartaglia’s bites. 

“Oh no, no! We can’t have you getting tired so early, darling.” Tartaglia kissed your lips. “The fun’s just starting.”

You were lost in your sweet haze for a moment, watching them change their positions. Neuvillette pushed himself up, sitting now on the couch, rather than lying. Alhaitham caught your hands and pulled you forward. Your bare cunt was sitting oh so perfectly on the Chief Justice’s clothed crotch, making him let out a low moan, as your arousal was drenching him. You hissed, looking down at Wriothesley who bit your tit, folding tightly the other in his fist. Alhaitham caught your chin, averting your attention back to the three men standing before you. 

You watched them get undressed, their cocks springing free from the constraints of their pants, hard and desperate for attention. Tartaglia and Zhongli took your hands, placing them on their shafts, moving them along their lengths, before allowing you to continue on your own. Alhaitham stroked his cock, bringing it to your lips. He smirked as you obediently opened your mouth and took him in, your lips wrapping perfectly around his girth, a low groan leaving his lips. 

“That’s it, baby,” Alhaitham moaned, his head falling back. 

“So desperate,” Tartaglia mocked, watching how you eagerly moved your head up and down, taking as much of the Scribe’s cock in your mouth as you could. The Harbinger let out a moanful groan the next moment, as you stroked his cock and used your thumb to smear the tip with his cum. 

“If you wished for all of us, dear, you should have said so sooner,” Zhongli breathed, catching your hair in a nice ponytail. 

The three of them took turns having you please them with either your skilled hands or your warm mouth. First was Alhaitham, who let you suck him off at your own pace, relishing the cute gleam in your eyes as you looked up at him. He mumbled a couple curses under his breath, while he kept telling you how good you looked with his cock in your mouth, how good you made him feel. His whole body tensed, his grip on his waist tightened, as he let out a moan, cumming in your mouth. 

“Good girl,” Alhaitham praised, kissing your lips tenderly, before standing up. 

Zhongli was the one to occupy your mouth next. Even after all the times you’ve had sex with him, your mouth was still not accustomed enough with his girthy cock. You choked on his shaft, tears welling up and falling from your eyes in streams. The former Geo Archon cupped your cheek gently, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He looked at you affectionately, encouraging you to take your time. He groaned and grunted, feeling your tongue swirl over and over again over that one specific vein, having him lose his mind and coming undone. 

“Perfect as always, dear,” Zhongli whispered in your ear. 

And last but definitely not least, it was Tartaglia’s turn. You braced yourself, knowing him all too well to be certain that he wasn’t going to be as gentle as the two before him. He allowed you a moment to tend to him on your own, before kneading your hair in a ponytail and forcing you on him, his cock hitting the back of your throat. New tears welled up in your eyes. You looked up at him, noticing how big his smirk grew, as he continued fucking your mouth. 

“You’re such a pretty little whore, darling,” Tartaglia moaned. 

Your body jolted at the sudden smack that Neuvillette landed on your ass, gently caressing the spot right after. Wriothesley spanked you as well, making you moan on Tartaglia’s cock that was ruthlessly thrusting into your mouth. Neuvillette held your body in place, his grip almost bruisingly tight, whilst he grinded his hips against your drenched cunt, earning more muffled moans from you. 

“Look at you being all blushed, love,” Neuvillette cooed in your ear, landing another hard smack on your reddened by now ass. 

“I bet you’re feeling lonely down here.” Wriothesley smirked at you, raising his head from your titties, his hand slipping down and rubbing your folds in-between your bare cunt and Neuvillette’s clothed crotch. 

“Oh fuck—” Tartaglia reached his limit, unleashing his hot seed in your mouth, as his head fell back. He kept your head in place, his cock still deeply buried in your throat, until you had swallowed everything. 

Pulling out, he left you gasping for air, your chest rising and falling rapidly in your attempt to regulate your stolen breath. Tartaglia caught your chin and pulled you to your feet, crushing his lips on yours. Wriothesley came behind you, biting your nape and smirking as you moaned. He grabbed your hands and handcuffed them behind your back. He smacked your ass once more, then undressed and assumed a seat next to Neuvillette who had also discarded his clothes. You felt Alhaitham’s arms wrapping around your body from behind, him leaving marks all over your shoulder and nape. 

Alhaitham caught your hair and pulled you away from Tartaglia, biting your earlobe as you whined. He turned you to face the Fontainian duo, bending you over. Neuvillette and Wrothesley slapped their hardened cocks on your cheeks, looking at you with the authority you’d expect stemming from their positions as Chief Justice and Lord of the Fortress of Meropide. You choked back a scream, feeling Alhaitham suddenly penetrating you from behind. You turned over your shoulder to look at him for just a moment, only for Wriothesley to grab your chin and avert your attention back to them. 

“Get to work, kitten,” he barked, his sharp canines visible through his smirk. 

“Or are you perchance planning on leaving us in this torturous state?” Neuvillette asked you, the straining of his hard cock evident on his face. 

And whilst the Scribe was obliterating your cunt, Tartaglia and Zhongli were stroking themselves, looking at you getting fucked before them like the little slut you were. They landed a few slaps on your ass and grabbed your titties harshly, while you started tending to Neuvillette, licking up a few strides on his shaft. Your tongue swirled around the tip of his thick cock, sucking it in your mouth. His eyes closed for a moment, revering in the sensation of you slowly taking all of him in your mouth. You gagged, trying to accommodate him in your tight throat. But Neuvillette was already long lost in pure ecstasy, head thrown back and breathy whimpers escaping his lips. 

You whined as you felt Alhaitham pull out of your cunt, your muffled sound sending vibrations on his cock. You were so close to feeling that euphoric rush course through your veins, only for him to deny it. You attempted to release Neuvillette and complain about Alhaitham’s unacceptable behaviour, only for Wriothesley to force your head down, tears falling from your eyes, as his action caused Neuvillette to sharply hit the back of your throat. 

“Don’t stop now, kitten. Don’t tease him like that, not when he’s so close to cumming.” Wriothesley gently rocked your head, helping you ease up and continue your work. “You never know. He might even accuse you of disrespecting him. And oh my, it’s a serious crime to disrespect the Chief Justice. Once sentenced, you’ll be sent to the Fortress of Meropide.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, kitten.” 

“Don’t— Don’t speak nonsense, Wriothesley,” Neuvillette breathed heavily. 

Alhaitham only smirked, seeing you at Wriothesley’s mercy. He slapped your dripping cunt once, licking your arousal off his fingertips, while his ears feasted on your muffled moans. Tartaglia leant over your bent form, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder, as his fingers rubbed your drenched folds, laughing devilishly at the slight trembling of your legs. He slipped his fingers inside your tight cunt, thrusting them roughly. He relished the image of your convulsing body, your cunt coating his fingers with your slick. And yet he sadistically stopped right before your impending release.  

Tartaglia removed his fingers momentarily, before burying his cock in your velvet walls. He held onto your waist, slamming your hips on him, moaning in pleasure as he ripped your body in half. Neuvillette tensed in your mouth, painting every inch of your throat with his sweet cum. He caressed your hair softly, smiling lovingly at you, his eyes glued to your tear-stained face with his cock still in your mouth. Wriothesley finally let go of your head, allowing you to pull back and catch your breath. 

“Are you having fun, kitten?” he asked, gently caressing your cheek. 

“Mmmm…” You nodded. “T-This is… So much better than I could… Ever imagine…” You smiled. “Ah, wait— No!” you whined. “Tartaglia, please—” you cried. 

So close, yet so far away. The Harbinger pulled out of your drenched folds, leaving you just as unsatisfied as Alhaitham had. Your body was burning with a carnal urge for release, yet they didn’t seem to be willing to give it to you. You watched Zhongli lean over you, massaging your breasts and kissing a tear away from your cheek. 

“Zhongli… Please…” you begged him. 

He refrained from replying to you. Zhongli rubbed the tip of his cock on your soaked folds, coating it in your slick, before thrusting into your cunt that immediately tightened around him, desperate to reach that sweet high. Contrary to the other two, the Geo Archon switched to a slower pace, even though his thrusts remained as rock solid hard as ever. The room was filled with your slutty moans, as well as the sounds of Zhongli forcefully smashing his hips on yours, abusing and stretching your cunt in a way that sent you over to cloud nine. 

Wriothesley grabbed your chin, turning you to face him. He slipped his thumb in your mouth, watching you suck on it ever so willingly. “Stick your tongue out,” he ordered and you obeyed without a second thought, feeling too fucked out to raise any objections. He slapped his hardened cock on your tongue a few times, before sliding it all in. He grabbed your hair and guided your movements, growling in utter bliss at the magic of your tongue. He was struggling not to thrust up. You knew, because his grip on your hair only tightened. Ultimately, though, Wriothesley grew too desperate for release, pounding up straight to your throat, feeling you gag around him, before he unleashed his seed in your mouth. 

You thought that this time, this time for sure, you were going to experience that blissful feeling that had your mind go blank. You had only yourself to blame for getting your hopes high, as you were disappointed by Zhongli pulling out of you when your orgasm was just around the corner. You were whining and complaining and they were all just watching you amused, barely able to keep themselves from destroying you. 

Zhongli lifted you in his arms, carrying you to the armchair you were previously sitting on. He sat down with you on his lap. He kissed your lips, holding your head in place, feeling you shift on his lap. Alhaitham had come, standing behind you, holding one of your legs open, Zhongli holding the other. The Scribe’s fingers thrusted into your drenched cunt, the squelching sounds filling the room. The other three watched you intently squirm and convulse over the Geo Archon’s body, as your much awaited orgasm was here at last. 

Alhaitham wrapped his hand on your neck, turning you to him, as he leant down to lazily kiss your lips. Zhongli aligned his cock with your cunt and thrusted in. You suddenly broke the kiss, whimpering, seeing Tartaglia penetrate your cunt as well, rubbing against Zhongli. You were struggling to accommodate them both in your tight cunt, whimpering and crying and writhing all over Zhongli’s body. Alhaitham kissed you again, running his fingers soothingly along your trembling body. Your mind was slowly fucked out, every single thought fading in the abyss, but from the single one focusing on the two of them pounding into you. 

“Mmmm… Yes! Yes!” you moaned. “Oh, fuck!” 

“What a naughty little girlie~” Tartaglia cooed, smirking. 

Neuvillette and Wriothesley were standing on either side of you, stroking their cocks, massaging or slapping your titties from time to time and rubbing your clit, earning some high pitched moans and screams from you. 

“Please, don’t stop!” you begged, once more on the edge of another release. “Oh Archons, please, don’t stop!” 

And you were so thankful that they didn’t. Your cunt tightened around them, convulsing around their throbbing cocks, your slick coating them. They soon followed after you, cumming into your velvet walls, your mixed arousals dripping down your thighs. Mere seconds later, your body was covered in the cum of the other three men, painting over the marks they had already left all over you. 

They all took a moment to just glance and be mesmerised and bewitched by your beauty. Your makeup was ruined, yet you looked just as breathtakingly pretty as ever. Your lipstick was smudged and there were lipstick stains in every part your lips had touched on their bodies. Your hair was dishevelled and drenched in sweat, just like your body. And oh fuck… The sight of your cunt clenching around Tartaglia’s and Zhongli’s cocks, stuffed to the brim with cum that slipped out and down your thighs was enough to get them all hard all over again. 

Tartaglia slowly pulled out, strings of cum glistening on his cock, whilst Zhongli remained deeply sheathed in your cunt. You were resting your head on his shoulder, watching them drunk-dazed change positions. Neuvillette positioned himself in-between your legs, which were held open by Wriothesley and Alhaitham. Tartaglia was standing behind you, choking your neck and sliding two of his fingers into your mouth, as he nibbled down your earlobe. Your head pressed hard against Zhongli’s shoulder, your back arching, as Neuvillette dived into your sensitive cunt as carefully as ever. 

Tartaglia was choking back your moans, your eyes glued to the man in front of you whose cock was drilling into you, ripping you in half. Neuvillette leant over you, kissing your lips, as both he and Zhongli continued fucking your slutty hole that creamed harder and harder all over them. There was not a single thought in your mind. You were a bubbling little mess, moaning and whimpering and begging “mmm, more, more!” and crying “oh fuck, it feels so good”. They were all looking at you, smirking at the little whore you were for them. And oh they adored it. 

Your moans and whimpers and pleads and cries stirred something within the two men who were quite literally fucking you dumb. You screamed in pure bliss, Zhongli and Neuvillette pounding now into you as if their lives depended on it; as if the harder they thrusted, the longer their satisfaction would be prolonged. If they were honest, you just drove them mad, sending them over the edge of insanity with those sounds you made, forcing them to make haste into chasing after the euphoric feeling of cumming into those perfect, pulsating walls of yours. Your lips parted to moan thank yous, as the two of them poured their seed deep in your cunt. 

This time, you were not allowed not even a second of respite. Neuvillette carefully picked you up from Zhongli’s lap. He was holding you tenderly in his arms, contrary to the desperate lust that gleamed in his eyes. Your body jolted, feeling Wriothesley’s soft lips kiss the nape of your neck. He took your handcuffs off, caressing your arms and peppering your shoulder with kisses. Neuvillette took your hands and wrapped them around his neck, his hands travelling down to your waist.

“Hold on tightly, love.” 

Before you could even understand what he meant, you yelped surprised, as Neuvillette and Wriothesley lifted you in their arms. Your grip around his neck tightened, making him chuckle. You felt them both slowly penetrating your cunt, a low whimper escaping your lips, as your walls engulfed them in a tight hug. 

“Even after being fucked all these times, your cunt is still greedy for more.” Wriothesley bit your neck. “What a little whore you are, my kitten.” 

“Mmmm~” you meowed, unable to form a single sentence. 

They ravaged your cunt, spilling out all the cum that had been stuffed in it. Their grips on your body were bruisingly tight, coming in complete contrast with the softness of their lips that burnt you fiercely wherever they touched. Wriothesley was biting all over your neck, sadistically wanting to draw out those gorgeous screams of yours that were music to his ears, making him harder and harder. 

“You’re doing so well, love,” Neuvillette praised with that moaning voice of his. “Taking us both so well… Such a good girl…”

“Mmmm, yeah…” Wriothesley agreed. “Such a good slut…”

You were lost between Neuvillette’s praises and Wriothesley’s degradation. You caught a glimpse of the other three men who were watching you with utmost concentration, the three of you having captured their full attention, them jerking themselves off at the show you provided. Wriothesley choked your neck, turning you to look at Neuvillette, who crushed his lips on yours. You were tightening and pulsing around them, urging them to obliterate your greedy little cunt like never before. And you had no objection to that. 

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[plumberrypudding]

oooooo practicing being kind and forgiving towards myself when i do things that are actually out of my control is sooooo difficult. having any sort of disorder or condition which effects your behavior is so so so so frustrating. because there’s always that layer of thought going “you should know better. you should just do the things you know you’re supposed to” but i have the not doing things i’m supposed to do disorder!! this is SO fucking frustrating and i feel stupid!!! i KNOW my behavior patterns shouldn’t look like this. i KNOW i shouldn’t be doing what i am. but i can’t help it, i can’t win, and it feels like my fault. i know it’s not, it’s nobody’s fault, but it feels like my fault.

#went to bed late last night. wanted to get to sleep early #wanted to take a short nap after class. i ended up in bed for like four hours #got some food eventually. came back. sat here for another mmmmm four? five hours? #just. fucking around on my Device Of Addiction To Fucking Around #Desperately trying to get myself to do just ONE of the things i need to do. #eventually that became trying to just Start something #and now it’s late again. and i’ve once again got nothing to show for it #i just. wish i could fix it. but it feels like the harder i try the worse things get #so do i just. give up? i’ve been trying that a bit lately and the results are Not Good so #wtf am i supposed to do #lol haha sorry guys #had a bad day. trying to be kind and forgiving with myself about it. there are always going to be bad days. i get another try tomorrow. #but man #this. is fucking hard. #can’t a bitch get a break #anyways #adhd #oh yeah and i’m also on like day four of ‘its been a litte bit since i’ve showered i need to do that tonight’ #as if i needed to feel more gross. whatever #i’ll do it tomorrow #<- said with such the deeply tired sadness of a promise already broken as it’s spoken

[jinkiezzsstuff]

At First Sight PT2

Alastor x doe!reader

PART ONE PART 3

this is a short part 2 to a request, tbh i didn’t think about continuing it before so i struggled a bit and it’s quite short! i’m so sorry gang ;-; i hope it satiates yall if not lemme know what i can cook up for you

Warnings: love sick alastor + reader, ooc alastor, mates/soulmate trope, mentions of reproduction and pregnancy (dw yall i didn’t do the no no there is no pregnancy it’s just mentioned bc it supposed to be gn), short short, swearing, not proof read, hmmmm i think that’s it lmk whatcha think

wee little taglist for the people who asked kiss kiss: @fairyv-ice @chirimeimei

Tucked underneath Alastors chin you laid comfortably alongside him in bed. You’d been awake awhile now tail thumping softly behind you as you watched the demon sleep his smiled soft and barely showing. He laid in pyjama bottoms only chest bare and on display for you. You absentmindedly traced the scars along his torso feeling him respond with goosebumps every now and again.

“Goodmorning my doe,” Alastors voice rang out, killing the silence. It was shocking to hear his static gone and his regular voice out on display, dripped in sleepy sultry. “Good morning my buck.” You reply sickeningly sweet while crawling up to lean over his face, his eyes were lidded now gazing at you with a loving look in his eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked playing with the stray hair that swept across his face. “Indeed darling very well. I should be good for several days.” He chirped happily, ears flicking. “We should head down, i need to talk to Charlie.” You say with a grimace.

Last night when Charlie caught you and Al, you felt guilty, you knew Charlie was a sweetheart but you practically abandoned her all day for Alastor, then scared her silly with a deal and sex! Groaning you grab your head while Alastor stood. With a snap of his fingers the two of you were dressed, and that did take a load of stress of you. “Come now my doe, I’ll be there the whole time, no shame and if there is we’ll be ashamed together!”

Alastor seemed pretty bright in his exclamation holding his arm out to you. Obviously you trusted Al you gave yourself and soul to him and only him just last night. So while attached at the arm the two of you trotted downstairs.

Arriving downstairs interlocked you were both greeted by all the patrons already in the living area next to the bar. Charlie was the first to make a noise gasping, meanwhile Angel was practically vibrating in his seat. Just as Angel was about to talk Vaggie interrupted. “You made a fucking deal!?” Screamed the fallen angel, hands thrown behind her as the rest of her body lurched forward. Frowning you bit your lip, of course this was gonna be an awkward conversation with Charlie, but with the whole hotel listening. Even worse!

“Neva mind that Vagina! Let’s talk about the real stuff. How big? Seven? Eight? Twelve?! Ouch-“ Vaggie knocked Angel over the head with the back of her spear. “Yikes alright, twelve is greedy…. ten?” Angel whispered cackling at Vaggie who growled at her. Alastor, obviously unhappy, began to crackle with static, black shadows oozing out from the floor and encompassing the room slowly.

At the sight of Alastor’s figure demonically stretching the room fell silent, you only gazed up at the deer slightly aroused by his stature and the way his antlers screwed out like branches. “You’re quite the sight.” You say dreamily, barely even noticing you spoke to begin with, Alastor’s head cracked down to you. Coming back to himself Alastor hummed out adoringly, petting your head but wanting to kiss you, unfortunately that was a step too far for him right now.

“Uhm anyway, YN, can you please tell me about the deal?” Charlie begged worry on her face as she looked to you and Alastor. You felt the guilt crawl at you again. “I… well I’m not sure why but there’s just this pull i have to Alastor, he asked me to be his i said yes i…” You veered off feeling too embarrassed by all the eyes, thankfully Alastor pulled you in theatrically waving his microphone around, taking the attention off you.

“Well this lovely doe was just made for me you see? I’m perfectly capable of protecting such a divine creature and though I don't doubt your ability, princess I'd feel a lot more comfortable being the one to do so.” Alastor fired off sounding like a proper radio host as he did so. Charlie looked confused but then perked up happily.

“This is thee perfect redeeming quality Alastor, love is so pure! This is great!” As Charlie felt giddy, Vaggie felt suspicious eyeing the red demon. “So what did you even sell- what was the deal?” You hummed tapping your finger to your lip; well you didn’t know, just that you gave yourself to him.

Looking up to Alastor for help here he happily obliged. “Worry not you angry little woman,” Alastor replied, pinching Vaggies cheek, her angrily pushing him off. “The contract was nothing greater than marriage.” The entire room, yourself included, was surprised at this. You knew this was a soul binding contract, but for him to make that connection on his own was well to you sweet as ever. Your tail flicked happily behind you as you looked to Alastor who returned to your side.

Charlie was as equally as happy as you were, but Vaggie and Husk kept within the same boat of apprehension. “Why so suddenly?” Asked Vaggie again, but Alastor shrugged her off. “I’m unsure dear, just that i couldn’t resist this little doe. Like fate.” Alastor pondered meanwhile you briefly seethed at Alastor for referring to Vaggie as dear.

“Maybe it’s like some soulmate bullshit between deer?” Angel pipped up, putting in his required two cents. Husk groaned at that, but Charlie squeaked jumping up. “That is totally possible! It happened with my dad! Well, y’know in the beginning.” Charlie chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear. Alastor shook his head rapidly a soft laugh echoing out of him.

“No way dear, how is that possible?” He mocked bopping Charlie atop the head with his mic, you again weren’t happy hearing him call another demon dear, but you let it fly. “Well you both are deer, could it be instinctual?” Charlie reasoned her pitch, giving away her uncertainty.

You hummed looking up towards Alastor to see him already looking down to you. “I think Alastor and I would need to talk about it privately before we have a group conversation about it. It’s kinda of embarrassing.” You admit already tired of the discussion. Charlie however didn’t like the idea of not having an answer, so with a plan in mind she turned to Vaggie. “Vaggie can you take them to the library, maybe look some stuff up online? We need to figure this out.” Charlie asked giving Vaggie a look that conveyed this was more of a do this rather than a can you do this.

Nodding her head Vaggie looked at you, who looked at Alastor. Alastor shrugged and muttered he didn’t see the issue, so long as you were safe. So you and Vaggie headed off, meanwhile Charlie calmly asked to speak with Alastor in private.

Alone in Alastor’s radio tower, Charlie sat on one side of the broadcasting table while Alastor sat behind it, tunes playing out of him. “So Al,” Charlie started breathing out a deep breath. “Can you please tell me what’s going on with the deal, listen i can’t have them get hurt! I’ll even make a deal.” Charlie said sadly gazing off, she didn’t want to make a deal, but she would.

Alastor watched her, and pitied her odd behaviour. Resting his chin on his hand Alastor sat quietly for a moment, Charlie waiting with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. “It was nothing malicious that i can assure you. Although, i’m not sure what happened between them and myself, I felt pretty agressive in my feelings to protect them. Of course that private moment between us should’ve stayed private,” Alastors words were stern as he glared down at Charlie who shrunk bashfully in her seat.

“But suppose since you know i will confess in that moment of intensity, i did the only thing I knew how to do to my dear. I’m not particularly good with emotions, and so I simply ensured I’d have them with a deal.” Tapping his nails on the desk Alastor kept his composure but inside he was scolding himself for even letting that much truth out. Charlie seemed to like the sound of that though, nodding her head in agreement.

“So you won’t, and you don’t have any plans to hurt them?” Alastors ears pinned back subconsciously, he didn’t enjoy being accused of cruelty when it came to you, and he didn’t know he could be any more truthful. “My dear i swear, on my mother, not a hair on their pretty doe head, will ever be hurt by me.” Holding his right hand up, head high Alastor watched as Charlie eased into a smile. Nodding at him.

Rejoining the crew downstairs Alastor and Charlie were shocked to see you and Vaggie had returned. “How come you guys are back so quick?” Vaggie turned at the sound of Charlie’s voice, eyes bugged slightly. “Yeah you won’t believe what we found.” Vaggie said handing Charlie a book about demons and mating. Charlie didn’t seem too keen on the book ‘uhs’ immediately falling from her mouth.

You stepped up, opening the book to the checked marked place. “It’s species dependent on how mating affects someone, in this case Doe’s are more of a rarity in hell meaning it was an instinct for the two of us to kinda ‘mate’ or ‘bond’ to one another, as if we had to worry about going extinct.” You scoffed watching as Charlie glazed over the words while listening to you. “Weird. It must be because you’re a hellborn and an angel, so technically you can reproduce.”

A record scratch sounded out from Alastor, the lot of you looking towards his stiff figure. “Don’t worry Al, we’re pretty sure you’re still unable to.” Charlie hushed to him, before giving you a look that told you, she didn’t really know that to be true. You weren’t worried though, almost a hundred percent certain that he would not be able to have children. “Welp, at least now we know that’s a thing,” Angel sighed from the background, Vaggie glaring at him.

Pulling you into his side Alastor grinned his poise returned. “Look at us figuring stuff out why wasn’t this just the teamwork we all needed, good job.” Alastor applauded slightly condescending, but Charlie was happy with it nonetheless giving two thumbs up to you and Alastor.

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:( i miss my musical

#im listening to 30/90 from tick tick boom and man #so many wizard of oz references #i cant wait for when the video comes out in april and we get to all watch it together #its gonna be so fun #but man i miss it #tonight was supposed to be clossing night :( not the earlier saturday :(( #but alas. miscommunication and scheduling problems </3 #ugh its so annoying our show was fucking amazing #like it was rlly good #i had so much fun thats like. the funnest and most joyful experience ive ever had in high school #i DO like hanging out with ppl i just have such extreme anxiety its hard to get comfy and stuff :( #but i was comfy with the cast!! we were all friends!!! #blegh #anyways im getting sad i need to sleep this away #whats that one post thats like “eat when angry shower when hate etc etc” #blue's theatre #some blue thoughts

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 “𝐁” 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 !

ᝰ.ᐟ Why does it feel like someone’s following your every move?

જ⁀➴ STARRING: 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍) 𝐱 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

જ⁀➴ CONTENT: stalking, suggestive, reader is in college, reader is insecure, nothing to bad ??, not proofread (we die like kings), soft yandere (?), nothing graphic, mentions of jealousy and clinginess

જ⁀➴ FORMAT: 1.3k words, full fic

જ⁀➴ AUTHORS NOTE: This is my third time writing yandere ahhh! Anyway, it's been so long since I wrote something!! Um enjoy <33 also damn...reader really going through it.

“There,” You mutter under your breath. “Finished.”

You balance precariously on a wobbly stool, hands parting from a sleek, black camera. A security camera, to be precise. 

You would have never thought of putting a camera in your apartment, not because you were naively dumb, but because you had thought you lived in the safer part of the city. Friendly neighbors always alerted you when suspicious people even lingered next to your doorstep, but also because you were broke. Broke, broke, broke. 

Your rent was taking up more of your money than your groceries were. It had taken weeks of splurging on food to even be able to afford a security camera, much to your disdain. You were living on leftovers, and you were getting sick of week-old Chinese takeout. 

Stepping off the stool, you admire your handiwork, cringing at how gaudy it looked in your minimalistic (or in much harsher words, bare) apartment room. 

Your phone dings softly, and as you pick it up, you grin at the name displayed on your notifications. Caelan. 

Caelan is your crush. Your cheeks seem to grow hotter at even admitting it in your thoughts. You felt like some highschool kid, even using the word “crush.” But Caelan did that to you, you guess. Make you feel childish and absolutely hopeless, and sometimes you wish he knew that. But then again, if he did, you would probably self-destruct on the spot. You were fine with admiring Caelan from afar. 

Heard what happened U ok?

Ahh. That. 

The very reason you put that gaudy camera in your apartment in your first place. 

It had been a month ago, when you first saw the signs of someone breaking into your house. You were doing laundry, a perfectly normal thing to do on a Friday night while your friends were getting drunk and partying at a local club. Some of your underwear was missing, but you had chalked it up to your own clumsiness.

But then you saw the note, and everything changed. Written sloppily, penmanship atrocious. You had thought that the person was just bad at writing-but in hindsight, he must have used his less dominant hand to write it. Biting your cheek, you read it, and you wished you hadn’t. 

It was the most perverse, disgusting thing you had ever read. That night, you couldn’t even sleep, scared that the unknown intruder-stalker would come.

The next day, the stalker sent you pictures of you doing the most mundane things. Sleeping, eating, studying, doing laundry, and even changing.

You immediately called the police on the next day, when a bouquet of roses showed up on your doorstep. The police had said, “We’ll look into it.” 

They never did. 

It led you to ask for help from a friend, and you instantly regretted it. Because the next day, the whole campus learned of your supposed stalker. And even though their sympathetic, “You okay?” made you feel a little bit more safer, a little more secure in your tiny world, it still made you embarrassed, scared too. 

You type in a quick, I'm fine! And then wonder if you should put an emoji after that. After spending an embarrassingly long minute of deciding if you should, you just send it with no emoji. 

That’s good.  If you need anything just call me.

…

A few days pass by, and still no stalker appears on the camera footage. At first, you’re elated. But then another few days pass, and you feel silly. Maybe there was no stalker, maybe you were being overdramatic-but even then, those pictures? The note? You shiver. You hear a knock on the door, and turn to the noise, a small hum escaping your lips.

Must be the delivery man. You had ordered some new textbooks for college. You walk towards the door, and twist the knob. 

Caelan smiles, pale fingers holding a bouquet of roses. He wears a black turtleneck, gray pants and a black dress coat. You, on the other hand, were wearing your pajamas. 

If you could melt in a puddle, you would have. You wished you were buried in a pit. You wanted to be flung into space. Your cheeks were burning hot. You must look like a mess. Is it too late to be flung into space? 

“C-Caelan. What brings you…uh, here?” You cringe at your words. 

“For you, of course.” He laughs, taking a rose from the bouquet and putting it behind your ear. “I just wanted to check up on you. I hope I wasn’t intruding on anything, like your beauty sleep,” He muses, eyes wandering towards your pajamas. 

You never wanted to turn into a puddle so badly. 

“Hah-no, I just woke up!” You lie, ignoring the way he cocks his head to the side skeptically. Ignoring the fact that it's three p.m. 

“You should’ve called…I would’ve,” You gesture towards your clothes, “y’know, prepared.” 

“Oh shit!” His eyebrows furrow, a hand yanking at a loose black strand of hair that escaped his braid. “I’m sorry, I was just so worried–”

“No, no it’s fine!” You hate the way you sound-so, so desperate. “Um, do you want to come inside? I’ll go change and then we can talk.” 

You lead him inside, ignoring the fact of how oddly happy he is to be inside your home. 

…

After Caelan and you became official, he started to change. Slowly, like how a caterpillar becomes a butterfly. 

He became more clingy, and at first you thought it cute. You loved the way he doted on you, liked how he curled up into you in the mornings when he stayed at your home (more often than not) and begged you to stay in bed for just a few minutes. 

But he also became more jealous. Whenever you were next to someone, he always hovered close by, a suffocating presence that almost drowned you. Always insisted on going wherever you went. 

You sit on the couch, nestled closely next to Caelan. He hums softly, hands nestled under your shirt as you watch some shitty rom-com. A masterpiece. You called it. Caelan had raised a brow at that, but didn’t say anything except for a snort. You had elbowed him in the stomach after he jokingly (?) insulted one of your favorite moments. 

“‘m gonna get some water,” he mumbles, hands retracting from your body and making you feel cold. You whine at the sudden coldness, complaining about how you might die of hypothermia if he doesn’t come back soon. He scoffs at that, planting a kiss on your temple as he walks into the kitchen. 

And leaves his phone. 

You pick it up, grinning. Your intent was clear. Take a silly photo of yourself and make it his wallpaper. A perfect, opportune moment. 

You open the camera app, successfully taking a horridly candid shot of yourself, before curiosity takes a hold of you. You open the photo app, scrolling through his photos. Most of it was just pictures of landscapes, before you stop. 

A picture of you sleeping, drool leaking from your mouth. 

You stop, before groaning. Did you really look like that when you slept? You scrolled some more, before stopping again. Blood running cold. 

Was that a picture of you changing?

You frantically scroll through more photos, and with horror realize that most resemble the photos that your stalker took. You would never forget how disgusting you felt, at how you felt like your privacy had been breached. 

You choke down a scream, eyes wide and hands shaking. 

And then you feel something-a hand, on your shoulder. Tight enough to bruise, and tight enough to secure you in place. 

“Oh.” A single word escapes Caelan’s lips, and you turn. You can see your own, frantic expression in his black eyes. Black eyes that you thought were beautiful. 

“So you saw them, hmm.” It wasn’t stated as a question. No, it was a statement. A fact, indisputable. The most horrible part was that he wasn’t even trying to deny them. 

“Well, isn’t this cute?”

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