#its starting to fuck up literally half of my teeth like what is the long term damage going to be maNNNN

[toxooz]

been having wisdom tooth pain since saturday thats only getting worse and u kno what i understand him now i dont condone his actions but man,,,,i get it 💀

#priscus #he severely abused ponti bc he had hundreds of teeth growing in wrong in at least 15-20 parts of his body so its not Actually his fault uw #this is a fukkin joke btw in case some fuck takes to my ask box lmfao #GODDDD IT HIURTS #my appointment just to get referred to get them removed is in a week bruh idk if i can last that long genuinely #this aint even bad timing at this point this is straight up malicious this body wants me dead i tell u dead #its starting to fuck up literally half of my teeth like what is the long term damage going to be maNNNN #dont even get me started on the wisdom tooth removal surgery in and of itself like #my whole life i fear this bc i would quite literally rather die than be a blithering swollen faced idiot spouting god only knows what to my #loved ones fuck fuck ufuukckccc #remember kids this is what they mean when they say procrastination will ruin ur life take it from me a pro procrastinator

[diejager]

hi so big fan :D, im terribly obsessed with literally all of your cod fics but oh my god stepdad könig + horangi drives me nuts-

just wanted to throw an idea in your brain because i cant stop thinking about it but imagine if reader used to go braless around the house (because its just her n mom) but after the introduction of 2 new unfamiliar guys in the house she puts on a bra when she leaves her room (but she also forgets sometimes and they call her a tease for it)

With time however, with all the fucking and the constant attention horangi and könig have been giving her nipples, theyre so fucking sensitive she like shudders when they scrape on surfaces on accident (ex. the edge of a table, fabric of her clothes) so she starts wearing a bra all the time to stop that from happening but könig and horangi don't like that so they take ALL her bras-

oh also another idea that popped up but what if reader who usually dresses rather tomboyish/masc also occasionally enjoys wearing very fem/provocative outfits. BUT könig and horangi have only ever seen reader wear masc outfits since theyve known each other. reader still wears her fem outfits but now she wears it under a bulky jacket and baggy jeans and changes out of it in uni/public toilet.

so like one day horangi is out and has to do a double take on reader out in public because they dont recognize them in their outfit (ex. a form-fitting sundress or a mini skirt with sheer tights and cute leg warmers) and he remembers reader leaving the house in something else. fuck i just know könig and horangi are going to get SOOOO many ideas on how to punish reader for that.

any ways thats it from me love ya <3

Hii, I looked at your illustrations and I LOVE them, they’re all so clean and nice.

Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, smut, size kink, possessive behaviour, delusional, tell me if I missed any.

König used to enjoy stripping you, the act of ripping your bra off and watch your breasts sway from his rough treatment. There was something empowering to it, a show of dominance and possession over you when he could strip you naked under him or watch Horangi straddle you and pull your shirt and bra off, sliding your panties down your thighs. He found pleasure in doing so when you walked around in baggy clothes, hiding your shape and curves from his hungry eyes, it was like unwrapping a long-awaited present that he’d been teased with for so, so long.

If he was especially lucky, he’d find you without a bra, your perky nipples pressing against his chest or peaking under your shirt, two small and hard nubs that tempted him with the prospect of something sweet to bite and suck. He liked admiring them, all swollen and slick with his or Horangi’s saliva, spitting or letting drool fall on your tits while they fucked you, marking your sensitive skin with the indentation of their teeth and dark splotches all across your chest. You always whined about it hurting, pushing them away with frail arms, fighting with weak hits and slow kicks. What you thought would be a deterrent, was fuel to their growing hunger, they were men who liked the fight, the struggle, a prey that wouldn’t fall too easily.

But now, he was growing annoyed that you always wore a bra, like an incessant pest that slowed him down from getting to his prize, even Horangi had complained about it and how intricate your choice of bra straps you bought, all the complicated knots and crosses that made their job much harder than it should when they were pleasuring you. How could you make it so difficult for them? They always made you come, their thick girth splitting you in half and filling you in hot and bitter cum. They tried talking you out of wearing bras, but in your rebellious phase, you glared and ignored their words. There wasn’t much they could do to convince you to stop wearing them, there wasn’t truly anything they could hold against you. So they took them away, making you ask for them if you wanted to wear one and it had to be reasonable.

It seemed that you didn’t like their decision, coming to them for a bra every two day to go out, it left them watching you walk out the door in nothing but jeans, a shirt under your jacket, headphones holding your cap down and a backpack slung over your shoulder, hanging low on your back. It irked him that you always hid your beautiful body, something you should be proud of showing off, but perhaps it was to keep your body for themselves, to dance and writhe in your nude for them only, a treasure that only König and Horangi were privy to. He figured it was something he should be proud of.

Then Horangi told him how he found you in a short skirt and a shirt that rode up your abdomen and showed your pretty bra if you raised your arms, the soft jacket you left home slung around your shoulders, dipping low enough to show your back, but your jeans, shirt and cap were gone, stuffed in the now-filled bag. König couldn’t help but mimic the deep sneer on Horangi’s face, teeth tearing into his lip at your audacity of wearing such promiscuous attire for the world to see and hiding yourself from them. It made them wrathful, a deep-seated anger and envy that boiled until you got home, changed into the same baggy clothes you left with. This warranted a punishment, to teach you a lesson about lying to them and holding out on them. 

“Come here, du scheiß Gör,” König growled, glaring at your shuddering figure. [you fucking brat.]

Taglist: @sae1kie @yeoldedumbslut @bvxygriimes @distracteddragoness @konigsblog @daisychainsinknots @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @danielle143 @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @notspiders @brokenpieces-72 @petwifed @randominstake @cassiecasluciluce @hayleybarnesx @shironasumi @lucienbarkbark @sparky--bunny @bloobewy @223princess @maylovesyousomuch @infpt-zylith @sweetnanah @aldis-nuts @evolutionarry @kaoyamamegami

#x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #konig x reader #konig mw2 #mw2 smut #konig cod #konig smut #horangi #horangi x reader #horangi mw2 #Stepdad!konig #Stepdad!könig #horangi smut #Dbf!horangi #tw: dark content #dark content #dead dove do not eat #tw: dub con #tw: non con #tw: stepcest #tw stepcest

[suna-cerely-yours]

he's so perfect ft g. suguru

synopsis: you love your boyfriend, you really do. but you love being on your knees for his brother even more.

warnings: fem! reader, age gap, degradation, humiliation, fingering, squirting, oral sex (m! & f! receiving), pet names (sweetheart, baby)

length: 1.2k

a/n: i cannot get this man out of my head. (also i lowkey hate the ending)

you love your boyfriend so much- he's the best really. never forgets a birthday or an anniversary, always brings flowers to dates, kisses your cheek goodbye- a perfect gentleman. you're going to marry him, you think one afternoon, as you watch from your seat by the pool. he's playing with his niece and nephew- shrieks of childish joy adding to the hubbub of the birthday party. it'll be absolutely perfect- a union bound to make the front page of any newspaper. you know how lucky you are to have found a guy like him- he's every girl's dream man.

so, if he's everyone's dream man, then why are you bent over the sink of his bathroom by his much older brother?

warm hands slide up your thighs, slipping under your sundress to grip the fleshy skin of your hips.

"you wore this dress for him, pretty? it's real nice," suguru murmurs lowly.

you press your lips together, eyes fluttering.

baby you look hot, but c'mon my family's going to be there.

i know it's a pool party but you'd look so much prettier wearing the pink dress i bought you the other day.

you're gorgeous doll, but don't say i didn't warn you- you'll be the only one dressed like that.

like what? you'd wanted to ask.

"so beautiful," suguru's voice brings you back, as his fingers stroke the skin on your waist where your panties end.

"i know i'm beautiful suguru, but we have literally twenty minutes before someone notices we're missing, so would you just get on with it?"

"who said you're beautiful? i was talking about the dress," suguru teases, "besides i doubt my bastard of a brother is capable of taking his head out of his ass long enough to notice anything, let alone put two and two together."

you roll your eyes, reaching to untie the ribbons on your shoulders holding the dress up, slapping his hands away as he tries to retie them.

"don't call him a bastard, you're the bastard- and i wore this dress for myself, because i look beautiful in it."

you feel him laugh against your back, before stepping back slightly. you straighten, letting the dress slide off and pool on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties. you meet suguru's gaze in the mirror, finding his eyes locked on yours. his dark eyes hold yours for a moment longer, before lowering, dragging them down your body, lingering on your hardened nipples. tongue darting out to moisten his lips, he grins- teeth glinting. in that one brief moment, you feel the waves shift, and you're caught in his trap.

you feel your heartbeat pick up in anticipation, as he finally reaches for his belt, undoing it and his zipper.

"on your knees baby, if you want me to hurry you should give me a reason to," he says, taking another step back, resting his back against the bathroom wall.

you swallow, tonguing your cheek, before turning and dropping to your knees in front of him. leaning forward you nuzzle into him, smearing your lip gloss over his boxer briefs. gripping his thighs, you press open mouthed kisses, feeling his cock twitch under your ministrations.

"no teasing sweetheart," he hisses, carding one hand through your hair, " we only have twenty minutes."

reaching, you pull his half hard cock out- peering up at him from your position. slowly you press a kiss to its head, tongue darting out to taste him. suguru shudders, hand on the back of your head pushing slightly. you start taking him into your mouth, as he groans.

"fuck baby, you're killing me."

"what? this too much for you, old man?"

tching impatiently, he slides his cock over your pouted lips, before slipping his thumb into your mouth.

"aren't you being a brat today. what- did my brother not fuck you well enough this weekend? that's when you have sex right? saturdays at 10:00 pm sharp- first you blow him, then good ol' missionary. you must be so satiated."

babe, you suck dick like a champ- you're the best.

did you cum? of course you did.

sorry babe, i don't eat pussy- you know that.

glaring at him, you move to get up, but he stops you with hand on your shoulder.

"you are going to get yourself nice and wet for me, then you're going to get yourself off on my shoe. and then- if you're a good girl, i'll fuck you, just like you deserve to be fucked. you understand that pretty? or do i have to say it again?"

you feel yourself burn at his humiliating words, but you also feel yourself get wetter. his thumb still in your mouth you nod, one hand sliding down your body to slip into your underwear. he watches as you gather the moisture that's gathered and rub slow circles over your clit. spreading your labia with two fingers, you moan, quickening your pace.

"you're such a sweetheart, y'know that baby? touching yourself in front of an old man like me, you really are so, so cute," he chuckles, sliding his thumb out and pinching your cheeks together with one hand, tilting your head up.

lips parting, you pant, as you slip a finger inside you, shifting your hips to find a better angle.

"suguru, please just, ah- just fuck me already."

"you look even sweeter begging for my cock darling, but that won't do, will it?," he pouts in faux sympathy, watching you grind your clit against the palm of your hand.

"on my shoe baby, show me what a slut like you really wants. don't be all shy now."

you whimper, embarrassment flooding through your veins- but accompanying it is lust, this heady feeling that makes you eager to please him.

cautiously, you lower yourself on the polished leather of his dress shoes, palms flat against the floor for balance.

"that's a good girl, so obedient," suguru coos, "now get to work sweetheart."

biting your lip, you slowly roll your hips, feeling the cool leather against your core. your panties, now completely soaked, create an extra layer of friction, causing you to moan louder as it catches on your clit. rolling your hips faster, you forget all about your initial shame, as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, panting.

"suguru, i- hic, i'm sosososo-"

you're voice hitches as your orgasm crests without warning, and everything suddenly feels distinctly wet.

"holy fuck," you hear suguru murmur, "did you just squirt?"

still recovering from the intense orgasm, you slump against the floor, eyes closed, panting.

you feel suguru's arms around you, as he lifts you up and places you on the sink, your back meeting the cold mirror. there's a sudden rip of fabric which has your eyes flying open-

"suguru did you just rip my panties? do you know how expensive those are?"

spreading your legs, it's now his turn on his knees, as he sinks to the floor to be at eye-level with your pussy. spreading your pussy he leans forward to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking once, before pulling back.

"i'll buy you as many panties as you want baby, just ditch my brother."

#geto x reader #geto smut #geto x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut

[kit-williams]

Caught in the Rain

Male Lead: Ghosk Female Lead: Rabbit Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Yandere Space Marines Canon Status: 100% canon

Note: I 100% listened to a rainy day playlist which is hilarious given its 40k and there is a Night Lord involved

My legs burned as well as my lungs. The rain was so loud in my ears as I couldn't run any further and I had to stop as the cold drops of water slammed into my skin and my soaked clothing. I couldn't hear the fighting anymore... not for a long while but that didn't mean I wasn't just a quick jog away from a bunch of space marines. I move on unsteady legs to some shade. Ghosk was fairly personable... in the sense he joined warbands and had literally one rule... for me to not be touched by anyone else. Yet I don't know what it was about me that made someone, not always but, want to mess with me and therefor mess with Ghosk.

It always dissolved into Ghosk getting angry and then eventually they have to move on because not many appreciate a Night Lords creativity for murder of another Space Marine. I didn't understand why they would think he wouldn't retaliate... he was petty and spiteful and very much protective of what was his. I lean against the tree shaking from the cold drops as the tree was hardly protecting me. "Fucking manicured tree." I say softly just smiling as I know that is something Ghosk would complain about.

The sound of rain changed as I looked up seeing a large wing covering the sky right above me and I looked over my shoulder at, "Ghosk. You made it." I say breathlessly as I limp over to him and stand on the tips of my toes to hug him. The rain cleaning off any gore left on him... the consistent tapping against his armor and the soft hiss of it hitting the cooling pack on his back.

"Are you alright?" He says having pulled off his helmet and I wince for him.

A nasty bruise is a dark purple thing that eats up half of his face. Crimson blood that is nearly black runs out of his hastily fixed nose and from between his teeth but the rain quickly dampens his sweat laced hair and washes away the blood. He just grins as my eyes look over him.

"I feel like I should be asking that." I say softly as he throws his head back laughing, the skulls on his hip and armor clinking softly against their bindings and his armor.

"You're a funny little rabbit." He says wrapping me up in his wing. It was like I was sitting in one of those hanging chairs... except this chair was made of flesh as the inside skin was dry and warm. I couldn't help but shiver against him. "You're so cold..." He said with what I assumed was concern as I could feel the way his other wing cupped around me as well.

I sniffled loudly which didn't seem to help my case, "I'll be fine."

"Bullshit." He just replies with a huff as he starts to move me closer to his chest.

"Isn't this hurting your wings?" I ask looking up at him as how he has me against his chest he can look down at me and I can look up at him without rain coming in.

"No." He says with mock offense at my questioning of his strength and pain tolerance. "Hardly weigh a thing. Maybe if you weren't such a leggy thing and put on some weight." He teases as I snort as I can feel how the 'fingers' of the wings move against me as if petting me slightly.

"Maybe you should drop me off someplace so you'll stop getting kicked out of warbands." I say as I can see him open the cocoon of flesh he's trapped me in to give me a look of a quirked eyebrow and his typical smirk.

"And deprive myself of your company? Not a chance. You're worth the annoyances... you're worth the bullshit... you're worth it. " He says so casually as I turn away hiding the blush on my face. I hear his chuckle, "Did I say something wrong?" Clearly knowing what he said.

"You're an ass."

"An honest ass... but yes I'm very much an ass."

"Why do you do it Ghosk?" I roll back over to look at him as he just looks down at me with his typical smile. "I don't think I'm worth you getting kicked out of warbands for."

"Well good thing I'm not asking you. " He says chuckling, "You're my rabbit and I'm going to take care of you." He says softly nearly being drowned out by the noise of the rain.

I let my eyes close for but a moment to listen to the rain against broken pavement... the way his steps make their sounds... the sounds of his armor... I open my eyes up to the pop of wood burning and the sound of rolling thunder.

"There's my sleeping beauty. Thought I would have to give you that kiss to wake you up soon."

I laugh softly as I sit up... "Ghosk where's my clothes."

"Drying. Also here is your bag you left behind. So you can get dressed. Not like I haven't seen you naked before." He says shrugging as he puts a warmed up ration into my lap. The skeleton of a store is where he decided to hide us in... as he made a nest of pillows and blankets for me as there is a small pile of damp towels nearby.

The flash of lightning gets him to jump up over to me as it sounds, smells, and feels like it strikes oh so very close by. "Know what."

"What." He drawls out slowly relaxing.

"I think I'm okay just being here... " I say wrapped up in a haphazardly made nest with food in my belly... and well Ghosk wasn't exactly terrible company.

"I think I can agree with you on that." He smiles sitting nearby and resting one of his wings over me to just be touching me? I don't really know but with the warm meal in my stomach my eyes look out at the rain rushing down outside.

My hands slowly move over his wings moving between the membrane to the 'fingers' but soon I just move my fingers over the claw just absentmindedly playing with it. I don't realize how I just drift off in his hold... I don't feel the way he picks me up and just holds me close for a small bit before tucking me back into the nest. And once the rain passes we return to how it always has been... Ghosk and I meandering through life and death together.

Fluffuary taglist: @bispecsual @the-californicationist @egrets-not-regrets @libraryshadow @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

#warhammer 40k #yandere space marine #yandere #space marine #OC: Ghosk #space marine x reader #x reader #fluffuary #fluffuary2024 #Night Lord #yandere night lord #Youtube

[slytherinsallows]

Sleepover in the ROR Part 3 (Mc x Sebastian x Ominis x Garreth fluff/smut)

A/N: so I had to write this on my phone as I smashed my iPad which I use for editing, writing and work 😭 I’m getting it fixed today though :) I was just gonna leave this story after the events in part 2 but after a few comments asking for a part 3 I thought it would be cute to see where it goes next 💚 I’m probably gonna write a couple more parts to this so stay tuned if you’re enjoying!

Thank you to @maridisi , @sallowstallgirl and @talesfrom0pheliaa for requesting a part 3!! Enjoy!

The sweet sound of her pet kneazle purring in its bed makes mc stir, yawning and stretching before opening her eyes. When she does, she jumps, not used to having company in her bed and not 100% remembering the events of last night…

“Fuck” she whispers to herself as the boys stir in the bed, Sebastian’s hands roaming back to her breasts even in his sleep. Class literally starts in an hour and she’s naked and still covered in cum with three boys in her bed. Shit.

She gently tries to crawl out of their embrace, softly moving Ominis’ head off her shoulder. He looked even more angelic when he slept, his normally combed hair all messy with pieces flopping over his forehead. And Sebastian had this rough, sexy look to him, his hair curly and messy and arms thrown around her, holding her close, little groans leaving his lips as he slept. And then there was Garreths little twitches and moans as he dreamt, his curly red hair all over his face, covering his eyes. It was every girls dream to have three hot guys in their bed, and mc was living in it.

But she needed to get up and get ready for school… and oh fuck they’d all have to leave the room, and people would see, and they’d suspect they’d done something and-

She exhaled slowly, trying to calm her thoughts and take things one step at a time. She continued to slowly make her way out of the bed without waking any of them, wriggling out of their embrace.

“Mc…” Sebastian moaned, his voice slurred and his eyes still closed, making mc question whether he was even awake and if she should reply. “Yes?” She whispered as she scoured the floor for her panties which had mostly likely been ripped off and thrown somewhere in the fun last night.

“Come here baby…” he groaned, still half asleep. “Just a minute Seb” she replied, finally finding them in the scattered mess of clothing.

She crawled back into to bed, the other two starting to wake now too. “I can’t be here long, I have to get ready for class” she smiled as Sebastian grabbed her and put her back on his chest, sloppily kissing her head as he did. “Isn’t this better than class though?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “It is but I’ll get in trouble…” she said sighing. “You know I have ways of getting us out of these things” he winked, tracing his finger up and down her breasts.

“Don’t Seb. I don’t have time to get turned on” she groaned, turning away from him.

“Just a quicky then” he teased, tickling her from behind, making her giggle.

“No. You should get up too, youll all be late.” She said looking at Ominis and Garreth, who were starting to sit up, rubbing their eyes softly. They all looked so good together, their morning wood poking through the covers, their messy hair, and fuck their morning voices… It made her consider just pulling a sick day and shagging them all again - it was ridiculously tempting…

Sebastian groaned and fell back in bed as she smiled at him and gathered her school clothes. She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth before throwing her robes on and walking back out to see them all waiting at the door for her.

“Oh…” she said, startled at how fast they had got ready.

“Couldn’t let you go to breakfast alone” Garreth smiled. He looked a little raggedly dressed but it suited him to a T with the long messy hair as well, it was all very becoming of a crazy yet endearing potioneer.

Mc smiled, sighing softly. “But what if people notice us leaving together? What if they know that we… yknow”

“Then they’ll all know we fucked you good, who cares what they think” Sebastian laughed, heading to the door.

Ominis smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand softly before following Seb out of the room. They all walked to the great hall, no one seemingly noticing them thanks to their quick use of disillusionment.

Mc waves Garreth goodbye as he goes to sit on his table, not wanting him to get attacked by the fellow slytherins on their table because he’s a gryffindor…

She sighs softly as she sits down, hastily drinking the orange juice conjured before her. “Woah steady mc…” Sebastian laughed as she chugged the beverage, not coming up for air.

“Slight hangover I suppose…” Ominis said, looking slightly concerned. Mc stopped and nodded. “Yeah that’s probably it… last night was… wow” she trailed off, remembering all the unholy situations they were in.

“It was certainly interesting” Ominis chuckled slightly, a rare sight at that.

Sebastian ran his hand under the table, his finger slipping up her skirt, stroking her inner thigh, tracing patterns into her skin. Mc yelped, covering her mouth as Seb’s hand got higher, nearing her panties.

Ominis looked her way, confused. “What’s wrong Mc?” He questioned her, unable to notice Sebastian’s devious actions.

“Just a pain… up my leg. I’m okay” she assured Ominis, whilst shooting a glare at Sebastian, whose smirk was just growing wider at her reaction.

“Do you need the nurse dear? I can take you there before class?” Ominis asked, genuinely worried about her. He had such a stern exterior when they first met, but now watching him talk to her was like melting butter, he was just so soft around her it could make anyone’s heart flutter.

“It’s okay Omi. I promise” she replied, trying her best to ignore Sebastian’s distractions while eating.

Sebastian finally decided to have the mercy to stop teasing her and ate his breakfast whilst Ominis observed him, suspicious.

Mcs first class was potions, meaning she’d see Garreth, glad to be away from Sebastian’s teasing antics for a while. Garreth could also be quite teasing, but he could also be very submissive towards her, and very respectful. Sebastian, however, likes to test her boundaries and see what he can get away with. And Ominis is… well, just a gentleman.

She lined up outside the class with her text book she grabbed in the rush this morning, slumping against the wall whilst she waited for Professor Sharp to let them in.

“Hey Mc!” Leander greeted, earning him an eye roll. “I’m not in the mood leander” she groaned. He always found the best ways to annoy her since she rejected his invitation to the Yule ball in 5th year. He still hadn’t gotten over it… clearly.

“Eesh. Why so grouchy? Heard you had a lot of fun last night” he shrugged. Mcs eyes went wide as she heard his words, immediately panicking how he could know this. “W-what the hell do you mean?” She tried to hide her red face as she inquired.

“Everett told me that he saw you leaving your room with your three guard dogs, you know who I mean” he groaned, jealous.

Fuck… she thought, terrified to know who else he may have told. “Well he must need new glasses because that didn’t happen?” She tried to clear up, trying not to let her worry show. This kind of, well… situationship, wasn’t common, even in the muggle world at this time, and she didn’t want the constant teasing that would come with it if everyone knew. Plus who knows how the teachers would react if they found out she was distracting not one but, THREE boys from their studies for sporadic hookups.

“Not what I heard” leander replied.

Professor Sharp raised an eyebrow as he opened the door to the potions classroom. “Do be quiet Prewett. I’m sure Mc doesn’t want to listen to you this early in the morning.” He said, provoking a laugh from the students waiting.

Mc glared at Leander as she sat down in potions, deliberately choosing a different seat to her usual seat next to Garreth to avoid suspicion. She felt awful, but this would be equally as bad for him if the word got round and his aunt, god forbid, found out he was skipping his homework to screw her.

Garreth walked into the class, happy to be in his favourite lesson before his smile quickly faded to the realisation that mc had moved away from him. He sat in his regular seat, taking the hint from Mcs shaking head that he wasn’t to sit next to her. He looked like an abandoned puppy, his green eyes looking glossy and big, filled with upset.

The lesson went on, Professor Sharp setting a practical to make an edurus potion, allowing everyone to move seats and discuss. Garreth wandered over to her, worried he’d upset her. “Mc” he says shyly, making her look at him.

“What is it Garreth” she replied, as if she didn’t know the boy. “Why did you move seats” he looked really hurt, as if someone had told him his brews were shit.

She pulls him close quickly, so they’re both facing her brewing potion. “Leander knows what we all did… Everett saw us together” she whispers, making sure nobody would hear but him. “Shit…” he groans, scratching the back of his head.

“Uhm… maybe we could go talk to them? Tell them not to say anything?” He suggests, unsure of how to go about this. Mc shakes her head. “They’ll never listen to us.” She sighs.

“Anyway… go, we’ll talk later” she says, turning back to her potion.

Dinner rolls around pretty quick despite the flurry of thoughts inside her head. Part of her just didn’t want to care now, to openly let everyone know that she was a whore, that had 3 lovers. But the backlash… who knows how bad it would be…

Mc sits down, pulling out her book to read, looking up to notice Garreth chatting to Sebastian and Ominis. Sebastian’s face goes from a smile to a look of distaste and… anger?

Oh god.

She rushes over to them. “What’s going on?” She pants.

“I’m gonna kill Everett and Leander that’s what” Sebastian growls, his eyes scouring the hall for his two victims.

“Seb no-“

“They’re gonna make your life hell Mc. But not if I beat it out of them. I can make them scared of me.”

“I think they’re already scared of you” Ominis rolls his blind eyes. Before they can say another word Sebastian runs off to look for them. “Well there he goes” Ominis sighs.

“Ominis he’s gonna kill them! What do we do?”

“As bad as it sounds my dear, there’s no other way to stop them from spreading this rumour… at least then they’ll be scared” he sighs, running a hand through his still messy hair.

Mc nods begrudgingly, knowing this was really their only option for now…

“I’m so sorry” she cries softly, curling up on the floor, luckily no one here but the two boys to see.

“Oh no my baby…” Ominis comforts her immediately, crouching down to cradle her, stroking her hair with his slender fingers in effort to calm her. “It’s not your fault. We just want to protect you.” He coos as Garreth joins him in the hug.

“Don’t cry Mc… please” Garreth sniffs, feeling himself getting upset just watching her in pain.

Mc nods, trying to steady her breathing. “Y-yeah…” she manages.

“Let me take you back to your dorm darling” Ominis says, helping her to her feet. “Garreth will go and find Sebastian and help him” ominis nods at Garreth who agrees.

“It’ll all be okay sweetheart”

“O-okay” she says, hugging on tight to the blind boy, while Garreth runs off to find Seb.

“Shhh now… you’re okay” Ominis kisses her temple softly, as she let herself go limp with anxiety in his arms, knowing she was safe as long as he was here with her.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #garreth weasley smut #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt smut #ominis x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fluff

[ughgoaway]

the sick dad matty blurb omfg ACE i’m literally unwell at the thought of mopey messy hair matty falling asleep in ur lap and being so flustered at u seeing him like that- brb fucking crying

also speaking of which genuinely insane timing how you always post smth after i’ve had a very long shift i swear theyre really the one thing i look forward to the most after work 😭😭 uninterrupted horizontal time with ur blurbs it’s true it literally is my fav thing-

also perhaps an extension of sick dad! matty but i just can’t shake the idea of teacher reader being worried about him still and asking annie about it at school the next day and annie just randomly drops a bombshell in the way kids do and says smth like ‘oh daddys so much better today! he’s all smiley and said that you chased the bad coughing monster away for him- can you come do that every time? daddy’s never had anyone do that before’ and it just b r e a ks teacher reader completely pls anyways crying throwing up

(- bff anon also has the can’t shut up disease i fear 😭）

OMG, IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT BFF!!! I just need to look after this man.

like imagine he eventually wakes up and its like 9pm at that point so you're like "okay let's get you to bed" and he's all sad and pouty and says "only if you stay over with me" but he's still half asleep and doesn't quite process what he said for a good few seconds...

wide-eyed, he tries to backtrack, "wait- I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that! obviously, we haven't slept together yet, but- NO, NOT LIKE 'SLEPT TOGETHER' SLEPT TOGETHER!!! I MEANT LIKE JUST SLEEPING!!! ohmygod-"

you're like "no that sounds nice, let's go upstairs," and matty is silently freaking out bc you're gonna be in his bed. with him. sleeping. he's thought about this scenario 1000 times, and none of them included him being dealthy ill and not having nice sheets on the bed first.

(more rambles below the cut as always)

you get matty to brush his teeth and get ready for bed, even rubbing some moisturiser on him (he just sits there with a dopey grin as you apply)

he always thought you'd be on his chest or he'd be spooning you, but he ends up with his face buried between your boobs and he's out within 10 mins.

oh and the morning after... so much potential...

I must have spidey senses for when you're at work bff!!! the fact that my blurbs make you so happy you look forward to them??? brb vomiting???? that is so kind. horizontal time on tumblr is my fav too, its unmatched.

OH, LITTLE ANNIE TALKING ABOUT HIM PLEASEEEEEE-

I can see her spending the night at hanns bc matty doesn't want her to get ill and doesn't trust George or Ross to keep her overnight.

"Do you even know what 5 year olds eat??"

"bro, why dont you trust us???"

"Yeah... like mushed carrots and shit right. "

you put the kids to work colouring something but secretly call Annie over yo your desk, "hi Annie! I just wanted to ask how your daddy is today, I know he's been a bit poorly"

"...please take her Adam"

she immediately lights up and starts chattering away, "Oh, daddy said he's feeling much better today. he even made me my toast this morning, and he was all smiley the whole time!!! he said you made him all better and played nurse!! can you do that every time he's poorly? he's much happier when you are his nurse than when he goes to the doctors"

obviously, internally you're like "ohmygod he really likes me, and I made him feel better. oh, he couldn't stop smiling, and annie noticed because he was so happy and -"

but externally, you play it cool like, "Oh, that's great, sweetheart! I'm sure next time he's poorly, you can help him feel better too"

Annie is like, "Oh!! I hope he's poorly again soon, I wanna play doctors with you!!!"

you try not to laugh at her wishing her dad ill and just send her back to her desk, but the grin doesn't leave your face all day. thinking about the fact you made matty giddy makes you just as giddy as him.

the next day a bouquet of flowers show up at your door with a note,

"dear nurse y/n,

thank you for coming to look after me even after I cancelled our date. whilst I am slightly mortified you saw me looking like that, I'm more grateful for your help. you made being sick worth it. Spending any time with you is always worth it.

love, matty x

ps, I hope the next time you stay in my bed, I'm substantially less sick, and we're both wearing substantially less clothes ;)"

#the cant shut tf up disease... its spreading... #BUT I LOVE IT!!! NEVER SHUT UP BFF!!! #sorry i hijacked your ask and chatted so much shit... #but sick matty is FULL of potential #anon! #bff anon <33333 #teacher au!

[mattsobvimyfav]

For sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 7

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

short little baby chapter for u

————————————-—————————————

Y/N’s POV

Me and Chris walked back into the house. I didn't feel the greatest that I had that whole fight with Matt just for him to go with that bitch. I decided to turn my phone off and just spend some quality time with Chris. I started to get undressed as Chris walked in from the bathroom. “Oh my god, I'm sorry” he said quickly, covering his eyes, I giggled at him before throwing on an oversized T-shirt “Your fine Chris you can uncover” He uncovered his eyes, throwing his suit in the corner of the room. I grabbed my makeup remover and started rubbing it on my eyes.

“So pickle, you wanna talk about it?” he asked, throwing his phone away from him on the bed seeing mine was on my side table. “It’s not even like I have any feelings for Matt, it's the fact I would say we are good friends and he is choosing this literal cunt over me” I said as I wiped my eyes getting more annoyed as I spoke “Like its obvious shes straight up making fun of me when I’m around, she laughs at me, gives me nasty looks. I haven't even done anything to her”

He got up from the bed walking behind me placing his hands on my shoulders “ I know, it's not fair to you. I can talk to him if you want” he says, massaging the stress out of my shoulders. “No please dont Chris, he's old enough to make his own decisions. He just better stand by them when I knock her teeth out” I shrugged and Chris started laughing, letting go of my shoulders. “You’ll be suspended, is that really worth it… You wouldn't be able to play ten games of soccer” I turned back looking at him “Im quitting anyway, who cares” He looked at me with wide eyes. “Why the fuck would you quit, you're amazing!” I looked down “I didn't get the captain. I'm not doing it if i'm not captain” He looked even more bewildered “How didnt you get captain you were the best on the team?” This made me feel worse because the reasoning was so stupid. “They said my attitude was too bad. I got benched the entire last game because I told the ‘helper’ coach to shut the fuck up, my dad is not happy about that one” Chris broke out into a fit of laughter.

After an hour of just talking about everything his phone lit up on the bed with a call from Matthew, I insisted he answered because it was his brother. “Hello” he said, putting the phone on speaker “Hey where are you? I'm home” I knew he knew where Chris was, he just wanted to say it. “I am at Y/N’s, we left the dance a while ago, did you even go?” Chris asked clearly to get the tea for me. “No, I dropped Maddy off right after the call with Y/N, are you guys going to the party?” Chris looked at me, I had forgotten about the party but now a part of me wanted to go “Mattttt” I said jumping on the bed next to Chris “Yes Pickle?” Matt said, already knowing what I was going to ask, “Can you come get us for the partyyyy” I dragged out my words ``Of course, be ready in half an hour.” Matt hung up as I jumped up smiling at Chris, who also got up to get ready.

I threw on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black long sleeve crop top and a pair of my dirty converse, Chris was basically matching with his sweatpants and a white T-shirt. I made him take a quick mirror selfie with me before posting it on my story and closing out my phone again. Matt arrived and I ran into my dads room to tell him I was leaving with the boys and we would be back later. I raced Chris to the front seat and he ultimately ended up beating me.

“Okay buckle up now” Matt said as I looked at him literally wearing the exact same outfit as me with white af 1’s. We literally looked like the three musketeers.

“Y/N don't get too drunk, stay with one of us or in our eyeline” Matt said as we walked into the party, I nodded seeing as the last time I got drunk I got socked in the face. We walked in and I immediately saw Haylee and ran up to her. “Peaches!” I yelled, wrapping her in a hug. She hugged me back and stepped back to look at me “You are alive, you just disappeared at the dance!” I nodded at her totally forgetting I never told her I was leaving. “Yes sorry I left early with Chris” I turned back pointing towards him and Matt who were smoking with some kid from our grade. “Ohhhh” She said wiggling her eyebrow, I hit her shoulder “Not like that douche” We both started giggling before walking away to go get some drinks.I poured some svedka in a cup and mixed it with sprite as a chaser while Haylee poured us each shots of kinky. We downed the shots pouring another. “Hey Y/N” Nick said, coming up behind me dragging out my name. “Nicky!” I jumped in his arms and he laughed at my excitement “Where's my brothers?” He asked looking around, I shrugged “I don't know, they are supposed to be watching me but they are doing a terrible job” Nick nodded walking away, Me and Haylee walked over to one of the couches, there was only one free spot so Haylee sat down while I sat on her lap.

“Y/N, Where the fuck have you been” Matt said as he grabbed the back of my arm standing me up off Haylee’s lap “You are not doing a very good job watching me” I giggled knowing the alcohol I had been drinking has finally hit, but I felt the buzzing feeling leave my system as a girl walked up next to Matt. Maddy. “OH MY FUCKING GOD” I yelled out “Shes like your fucking shadow dude, get a grip bitch” I pointed the last part of my statement towards her “Excuse me” She said walking closer to Matt. “You heard me, everywhere he goes you follow like a lost puppy, news flash if he hasnt fucked you yet, ITS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN” I put my hands in the air as I finished my sentence while Matt looked at me with nothing but anger behind his eyes. Chris came up behind me along with Haylee and I decided to keep going “And if you keep giving me your nasty fucking looks you have one of two options” I stopped throwing up two fingers at her “Ill either fuck Matt and make him forget all about you, or I will stomp your face so far into the ground youll come back with an australian accent” Chris chocked back a giggle at the last part. I didn't even know where Australia was on the map; it was just the first thing that popped into my head. “You're just a bitch, maybe you should take the hint and realize that Matt doesn't actually like you” She was trying her best to make me feel bad but I had an adrenaline rush that happened anytime I argued with someone, it was like my body was always ready for a fight. “That's crazy because last I checked it was always MY bed he ended up in, not yours” I finally looked back at Matt’s face and man I already knew I was getting an earful when we left here. “Oh and-” I went to say more but Matt put his hand over my mouth and practically threw me over his shoulder. “LOOK WHO HES LEAVING WITH BITCH” I yelled right at the door as she stared at us Chris one step behind and Haylee laughing where I left her.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING” Matt yelled as I sat in the back seat, I slumped down in my seat. “I warned you all if she didn't keep her distance I was saying something” I looked up at the review and anger was still all over Matta face “I thought it was funny” Chris said causing me to start laughing “Matt bring me home I need to sleep in my own bed tonight” Chris said Matt nodded going to their house first leaving me in the car “He’ll be back out, we have practice tomorrow but maybe Ill see you tomorrow night” Chris said leaning in the backseat hugging me. I returned the hug crawling into the front seat. “We really need to talk when we get back. I need to get high before I even attempt that.” He said pulling out a blunt and pulling out of his driveway, he rolled the windows down and we passed the blunt back and forth driving around for an hour before finally making our way back to my house. I knew that this talk was going to go either very poorly or great.

Tag -

@worldlxvlys @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @maryx2xx @larnieboox88 @orangeypepsi

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x you

[kristiemewisstan]

The Tortured Poets Department Unhinged First Listen Review:

Fortnight-

NEEDS MORE POSTY, we love a “I wanna kill her”, this one MIGHT BE about Matty Healy lol “I touched you for only a fortnight”

The Tortured Poets Department-

“WHO USES TYPEWRITERS ANYWAY” YOU BITCH ITS YOU LOL, Charlie Puth name drop 🤨 oh god so many name drops, THIS BRIDGE, not the wedding ring…

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys-

THERE WAS A LITANY OF REASONS WHY WE SHOULDVE PLAYED FOR KEEPS THIS TIME my jaw literally dropped the entire last verse

Down Bad-

“Everything comes up teenage petulance” this one is cringy but in a way I love, Taylor Is Very Much A Down Bad Girlie

So Long, London-

this song is tachycardic I PROMISE I MADE THIS JOKE BEFORE “STOPPED CPR”, two graves one gun I SWORE THAT YOU LOVED ME BUT WHERE WAS THE CLUES damn she’s really sad to lose London huh

But Daddy I Love Him-

this would have a cool music video “she’s was chaos he was revelry” this is if red and the 1975 had a child that’s the vibe

Fresh Out the Slammer-

Okay so this is the “I just realized how bad this relationship truly was and thank god I’m out of it”, okay the weird slow down stuff wasn’t my favorite thing

Florida!!!-

I’m cackling, THE FLORENCE VERSE IS SO GOOD I think that this is just a Florence and the machine song it sounds so like them

Guilty as Sin?-

Okay this is the first one I’ve been like “oooooo I really like this one” “what if I roll the stone away, they’re gonna crucify me anyway” DAMN some religious imagery will always get me right in the trauma

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?-

This one has a lot of the brain scratching pauses “don’t you worry folks we took out all her teeth” oof this song is just really angry

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)-

Cowboy Like Me but they don’t end up happy, okay “good boy” made me giggle so apparently in a 12 year old boy

loml-

PIANO! WANT IVE WANTED THE WHOLE TIME “still alive, killin time at the cemetery, never quite buried” I’m getting a gun and flying to London, I swear “TALKING RINGS AND TALKING CRADLES 🤨” JOE ALWYN FOUND DEAD IN A DITCH “THE LOSS OF MY LOVE” COUNT YOUR DAYS JOSEPH 💀, this should’ve been track 5

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart-

hello production that is giving Barbie movie/80s vibes, this is the first one I’m certain was written recently like it was definitely written on tour, the peppy “cause I’m miserable!” Hurt Me but also same

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived-

THE BREATH ahhhhh PIANO! “I don’t even want you back I just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal” okay back half of the album is eating, THE PICKUP, SPEAK NOW VIBES BUT MOM IS OLDER AND MADDER

The Alchemy-

ok ok ok “I circled you on a map I haven’t come around in so long but I’m coming back so strong” fucking meant,👌 touchdown mention lmao, okay this is SO ABOUT TRAVIS 🥹🥰

Clara Bow-

Best production on the album in the first 10 seconds, BEAUTY IS THE BEAST THAT ROSE, WAIT WHAT????? “You look like Taylor Swift” yeah queen because you are lol, It’s so people can make the audio of her singing all the album names lmao

First Overall Listen- 7/10

I was getting nervous in the front half but the back half more than made up for it

The vibe was just off at the start and honestly that’s probably a me thing and will get better with further listens

The lyrics were amazing as always

Production was okay, some of the songs were perfect and some had me going 🤨

Charlie Puth

Top 3 in no particular order (apparently I like songs that hurt me):

Guilty as Sin?

loml

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

#the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylorswift #taylor swift #okay so like I kinda |didn’t like| it for the front half #and then Guilty as Sin? #and the album began eating

[malicedragoness]

"Us Against The World"

The long awaited bj one shot that I've been working on and off since October.

This became more than intended and I absolutely love how it turned out. There's plot, their relationship dynamic, and of course some smut. What originally started out as a 1700 word skeleton turned into a 2600 word fic that I'm extremely proud of! I haven't written anything this long in awhile. It feels good to know I can still accomplish something like this.

And expect more Havik and Cori content! I love these two and will continue to write for them. Let me know if you have questions about them.

Thank you to the lovely @brittlecakes92 for beta reading and listening to me complain about my writing. And for smacking me around when I needed it!

#84 ‘Make-Up’ on my lover100 prompt table

Word count: 2,650

MK story tag list: @bihanspookies

Warnings: N/S/F/W, oral sex (male receiving), body horror at the end (It's Havik. But its not the naughty thing you're thinking!)

-*-*-*-*-

“Let me take care of you.” Cori reached up to touch his face. 

“No!” Havik flinched away from her gentle touch, backing up against a tree. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch my face.”

The last thing he wants is for his little thief to be repulsed by his burnt flesh. He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing the disgust on her face. Not from her. Anyone but his Life’s Blood.

His heart jumped in his throat when soft, delicate hands forced him to look at her. Havik tried to back away, but she held him close, placing her forehead against his. He forgot how insistent and stubborn she could be.

“This face will always be dear to me.” She murmured, her thumbs caressing his cheekbones. “It doesn’t matter what you look like. If this is what makes you happy, then don’t change it. But please,” her voice held a hint of desperation, begging him to understand, “don’t pull away from me.”

Havik let out a shaky breath. A lump had formed in his throat as warmth spread throughout his chest.

How could she still say these things? After everything he’s done. The people he’s killed. The asshole sorcerers he willingly helped to build literal machines to steal souls. Amongst all the other questionable shit he did for months to help Quan Chi. 

Why did she come back to him? Why didn’t she stay away when he forced her to leave?

“You shouldn’t want me, Cori. You deserve someone better.” His massive hands tangled in her inky black locks, holding her to him, breathing in her scent through his mangled nose. 

She deserves so much more than what he can give her. A better man that can give her anything she asks for.

And yet, his blood boiled at the mere thought of another man touching her.

“But I can’t let you go.” Despite his burning hatred of wanting to confine this tempting creature to him, he didn’t have the willpower to see her walk away. “Not again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Cori whispered, nudging her nose against his exposed cartilage. Half lidded eyes never leaving his. “Let me take your mind off of everything. Let me show you how much I need you.”

Her warm tongue peeked out to trace a line against his lower teeth, asking for entrance. Tentatively, Havik’s tongue met hers, allowing her to pull him into the warm cavern of her mouth, and gave him a gentle suck. He closed his eyes and let out a low, gravely sigh. She tasted so sweet. 

Their tongues swirled together in a slow sensual dance, savoring the way the other tasted. One of his hands pulled her in by her waist, pressing her soft curves against his scarred chest. While his other hand gripped her hair to tilt her head back, giving him more room to press his teeth against her lips and explore her sweet mouth, drinking in her sighs. 

Everything about her was intoxicating. The way she kissed him always took his breath away. Even with his past partners, they never elicited such feelings. The world drowns out around them into muffled noise. The only coherent sound is the beating of his heart, and the beautiful sighs he consumes from her. 

Fuck, he missed her. He missed every inch of her. He won’t make that same mistake again. 

Havik broke the kiss to capture her plump bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling the soft, pliant flesh. One massive hand greedily roamed her body, as if making up for the time they’ve lost, feeling every familiar dip and curve. 

Cori let out a surprised gasp when Havik bit down on her lip. A dark growl escaped his throat at the taste of copper that stained his tongue. He lapped it up with renewed fervor, mentally cursing himself for the pathetic moans he let out. 

The taste of her blood was like a drug! Stirring his cock to life and pressing it against her stomach. 

Why did she have to be so irresistible? 

Havik released her swollen lip, when Cori pushed him against the tree, letting out a sharp exhale of breath. The air around them charged with electricity and the heat of their rising desire.

“I said,” Cori started, an edge to her words, hand holding him by the neck and his clothed cock. “I’ll make you feel good.” 

Havik gave a dark chuckle, his jaw clicking together, when he caught that devious spark in her eyes that he adored. Oh, his sweet little thief.

The dark haired beauty trailed open mouth kisses from his jaw to his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth. His hips twitched unbidden at all the lovely sensations she’s causing. Wet kisses travel down his neck, pausing every now and then to nip his scarred flesh. 

“Harder.” Havik demanded in a gruff voice. He hates how he sounds. So pathetic and needy. Only his goddess of chaos could do that to him. Make him feel so wanted. So alive.

A delicate hand fisted into his dark locks and forcibly pulled his head to the side. A shiver ran down his spine as Cori sank her teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Havik gritted his teeth and let out a guttural growl. The pain sent a jolt of pleasure to his stiffening cock.

“Is that what you want?” She grunted through her teeth. Those lovely lips sucking a bruise into his flesh. Her hands yanking on his hair and rubbing his cock, stoking the fire that’s settling deep in his pelvis. 

“Yes!” Havik whimpered as she pulled back and left another delicious bite in his neck. She gave him another and another, until she left him covered in purple bruises and a sheen of saliva.

She pulled back to admire her handiwork that he wouldn’t dream of healing from his body. The pain she inflicts on him would be displayed proudly and unabashedly.

Her lips trailed kisses down his massive chest, leaving behind a trail of heat in its wake, and continuing her sweet onslaught to his nipples. Sucking one of his dusky peaks into her mouth while she pinched and rubbed the other. Havik’s hands tangled in her raven hair, letting out gruff sighs. 

Being completely lost in the pleasurable sensations, Havik didn’t feel her make quick work of his belt, until his leather faulds and purple cloth slumped to the floor. The discarded weight made him feel lighter and more vulnerable. He chuckled.

The hands of a thief.

Her kisses continued down his toned abdomen and through his pubic hair, leaving feather light caresses over his toned body. Once on her knees, she pulled his pants down far enough for his thick cock to spring out, the cool night air making him involuntarily twitch.

His cock was thick enough to where her fingertips couldn’t touch when she encircled him at the base. Darker than the rest of his skin with a big bulbous tip. Three veins run along the sides, blood continuously pulsing through them, giving it an angry appearance. And heavy balls hanging below, filled with a vicious need for her.

To others, he is a monster with an ugly cock. But to the beautiful creature in front of him, he’s perfect. 

Cori gently glided her fingers down his shaft with a feather light touch, sending a shiver down his spine. A deep groan formed in his chest when her hand grasped him more firmly at the base of his shaft and stroked him to his weeping tip. The fire that gathered in his loins slowly built up with each stroke of his cock.

“Oh, I’ve missed doing this.” Cori purred. The thief glanced up at him through her lashes and smirked, as he watched her in anticipation. Smooth, velvety tongue licked him from base to tip at an agonizingly slow pace. Laving her tongue over his smooth hardness to cover every inch of him in her saliva.

“So beautiful.” Havik hunched over her short form, casting a menacing shadow. His large  calloused hands framed her face, pushing her hair out of the way. 

Mischievous green eyes held his gaze as her tongue darted out, teasing his slit with kitten licks and tasting the milky precum. Before enveloping him in her hot mouth, giving him a hard suck. 

Deep, gravely groans escaped his throat. He could never contain his noises, less so now that his lips and cheeks were gone. There wasn’t any point in holding back now. That sinfully sweet mouth felt so good!

The wet, velvety walls of her cheeks hollowed around his throbbing cock, slowly taking him in inch by inch, getting further each time. His thick girth stretched the corners of her mouth. Her hand moved with her mouth, covering the delicious inches she couldn’t fit, and her free hand massaging his heavy sack. 

“I just want to fuck a hole through your throat.” Havik growled. The heat building up in his loins got tighter with each bob of her head. His hands gripped her hair tighter, rubbing the silky locks between his fingers.

How did he get so lucky to have a woman so devoted, so loving, as her? 

Everyone always saw the scary hulking figure littered with scars. Someone unworthy of all the beautiful, free things life has to offer. 

Only she saw the real him. The only one who even tried to look passed his scars. 

Cori released his hardened length with a wet pop, and licked a stripe down the underside to his sack. 

“Ah, fuck!” Havik tilted his head back. One of his balls was engulfed into her warm mouth, her tongue curling around it as far as it could, sucking greedily.

The throaty moans she let out vibrated against his sensitive skin. She alternated between each of his balls. Taking her time sucking and licking, until saliva drenched both his sack and her face. 

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of him. Havik couldn’t help the strained sighs escaping his throat. The sloppy mess she’s making of his cock is getting him harder. Needier. 

Then he felt her hand lift his sack and her tongue traveled southwards. Havik let out a surprised groan and jumped when he felt her tongue tickle his puckered hole. He wrenched her back by the hair to find a coy smirk beaming at him. If he didn’t stop her, he was going to blow his load like a prepubescent boy!

Havik peered at her with glazed over eyes, adoration mixed with pleasure, and saliva dripping from his open maw. 

“Open your mouth.”

Cori stuck out her tongue to catch a drip of his spit.

A shudder ran down his spine. Why does she have to be so damn tempting? 

With a breathy growl, he plunged his cock into her greedy mouth, making her sputter at the sudden fullness. 

“You feel so fucking good.” His thrusts were rough and deep. Each one hitting the back of her throat, eliciting a gag. 

Soft hands, that are used to cracking open safes and the walls around his dead heart, desperately held onto his hips. 

“Just wanna pump you full of my cum ‘til you drown in it.” His throat hoarse from the ragged growls leaving his destroyed maw. He never means the vulgar things he says during their stolen moments of intimacy. But fuck, he needed to get it out!

The air was filled with ragged breaths and gagging noises as Havik thrust down her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to keep up with his brutal demand for release.

“Why do you make me want you? Why can’t I live without you?” He snarled between heavy pants. The ball of heat was getting tighter in his pelvis, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would release.

He can’t peel his eyes away from her face. That gorgeous face he got used to seeing when he woke up and went to sleep. Watching every emotion cross her face. The adoring smiles she sent his way. The cocky smirks when she rushed head first into a heist. The angered sneers when someone pisses her off. Even the way she cries was a sight to behold.

His heart clenched.

“I need you.” He moaned pathetically. 

Half lidded green eyes chanced a look at him with something akin to adoration and need. One of her skillful hands massaged his balls, while she swallowed around his tip. 

That was all it took for the damn to break. Havik’s body shuddered, a primal growl erupting from deep in his chest. His balls clenched tightly as he released rope after rope of white cum down her throat, Cori sputtered and gagged, trying to drink in every drop she could. Every nerve ending in his body came alive and tingled with a pleasurable electricity as he rode out his release.

He collapsed against the tree, panting heavily from the euphoric exertion, his now soft cock slipping from her mouth. His body felt boneless from the blessed ecstasy she brought him as his knees buckled under him and slid down the rough bark.

Havik felt his heart slamming in his ribcage as his body slowly worked on coming down its intense high, his breaths coming out hot and heavy. After a few moments, he cracked open his eyes to see himself face to face with his sensual little thief.

Her inky black hair was a disheveled mess. Eyelashes clumped together from the tears that ran down her face and stained her cheeks. Some of his seed managed to drip down her chin, mixing in with her saliva as she wiped it away with the back of her hand. 

“Beautiful.” Havik breathed out. She was an absolute mess. But he loved it.

Cori let out a chuckle and gave him a captivating smile. “I’m sure I look like a disaster.”

He reached up and jabbed his hands into his chest, blood splattering over his arms and abdomen. The sickening noise of muscle being ripped apart and bones crunching together, as he pried open his ribcage to reveal his beating heart.

The raven haired beauty watched him, entranced by the beating muscle. The steady thump, thump, thump of his heart was the only noise that could be heard in the silent night air. Slowly, she moved closer, almost as if being drawn in by the rhythmic sound.

“Touch it.” Havik murmurs, barely above a whisper. 

In the time that he’s known her, he’s never seen her hands waver. Always so confident and cock sure under pressure, her hands completely steady when she picks locks and disarms traps. 

And yet, as she raised a tentative hand towards his open chest, he watched it tremble uncontrollably. Havik reaches over, his hand dwarfing her own, and guides it towards his heart. It beats faster when she gingerly brushes against it, thrumming with excitement. 

“You see what you do to me?” Havik moans as Cori gently touches it again, not removing her hand this time. The look of pure affection and tenderness in her gaze made his breath hitch in his throat. “Do you see how much I need you? No one else has made me feel these..things. These..emotions.”

Loving green eyes turned to him, his heart thumping wildly in her hand.

“Cori.” He whispered, voice full of longing. “Life’s Blood.”

“Havik.” Tears beaded her eyes. She leaned her forehead against his, still holding his heart.

“I know you can’t forgive me for what I’ve done. But I can’t…I can’t let you go. Not again.” Why is he crying?

Her hand gently caresses his mangled cheekbone, forcing him to look in her eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m with you, through all of this.” She reassured him. “It’s us against the world, baby.”

“Us against the world.”

#mk character x oc #OC: Cori Graye #Cori Graye #Cori Graye X Havik #lover100 prompts #n/s/f/w #n/s/f/t #mk havik x oc #havik x oc #ship: life’s blood

[sourbat]

Kloktober Day 9: Inspired by Dethalbum IV

Summary: Pickles helps Nathan write a song.

Rating: M

Tags/Warnings: Swearing, blood, discussions about periods, trans male character, and booze

Read on Ao3 ,or read below!

Nathan took a bite of his freshly microwaved cinnamon poptart, letting the hot and constant chew bring his reading glasses down to the tip of his nose before flicking the glazeless corner edge onto the page of his journal. The large crumb bounced against the empty page before being wiped away by a dragging hand. Then, the end of a chewed up pencil tapped the bottom corner as Nathan searched for inspiration. How much time had passed since he started? Five, ten minutes? Oh god, fifteen? Normally, lyrics didn't take this long to construct, not when he already possessed a general idea of what he wanted to compose.

He ate away the minutes staring, doodling and finishing off the rest of his first poptart, and after no progress, groaned and sank into his seat. He shut his eyes and listened to the sink dripping water on some dirty dishes.

“Heeeyy, Nathan.” Pickles’ voice rang through the darkness, followed by the light rub of his sneakers hitting the kitchen floor. “How’s it going, dood?”

Nathan opened his eyes and found Pickles rummaging through one of the fridges. “Hey, Pickles,” he greeted with a low, tired voice. “Just trying to get something on paper.”

Pickles stumbled away from the fridge, a cold beer in his hand. As he cracked it open, he glanced to the table where Nathan sat, and at the near-blank page that only hosted a single word for the would-be song’s title.

He took a sip of the foamy drink before remarking. “Ya stuck?”

“Yeah.” Nathan rested his chin on top of his knuckles. He jabbed at the title with his pencil. “I got the title of a real good song here, but I’m having trouble making it happen.”

Pickles neared the table. He raised one of his pierced eyebrows and, once he had gulped down half of his beer, asked, “What’s the idea?”

“Bloodbath,” Nathan answered, then ceased stabbing at the sheet with his pencil to stare intensely at the scribbled title. “Like, a literal bathtub filled with blood! The image is fucking amazing, but what’s the story? Was there a murder? Did someone gut the guy in the tub? A pissed off chick, maybe?”

Frustrated, he brought a chipped, black nail in between his teeth. He could see the suffering he wanted to induce in his listeners, the red dribbles of sticky fluids pouring out into the warm water, but no matter where Nathan searched, couldn’t connect the pieces together.

“Bloody tub, huh?” He heard Pickles comment next to him. He took another large gulp of his beer, then pulled a chair out to take a seat besides Nathan. “Sound like my Saturday after the old snatch decided to hemorrhage out all its lining in a single night.”

Nathan dropped his finger from his mouth. “Uhhh, what?”

“Ya’ know,” Pickles suggested, making a slight face and wiggling his brows knowingly at Nathan. Once it became clear that didn't work, he made yet another face and, with a roll of his eyes, clarified, “Periods an’ shit.”

“Oh. Ooohhh.” Nathan slowly dragged his head up and down in barely acknowledged agreement. He saw Pickles still staring at him, and then admitted, “I didn’t think you still got… y’know…”

With a snicker, Pickles said, “Anything’s possible, as long as you still got the goods.”

“And you do?” Nathan inquired, then raised a finger over to Pickle’s stomach. “Have the goods?”

Pickles shrugged. “I think about getting the rest of the work done, but each time I start to wonder, what if it fucks with my drive?”

“Yeah, that would suck.”

Pickles downed the rest of his can before tossing it over his shoulder. Nathan watched it fly and hit one of the nearby countertops, and when returned to his notebook, he saw the title mocking him and inwardly groaned.

When he looked away, he saw Pickles back in the fridge, picking up the rest of the six pack he had typed with earlier.

“So, you filled a bathtub with your own blood?” he asked aloud, which, thankfully, gauged Pickles' interest.

“Well, sorta. Obviously I didn't bleed out. But it got real nasty,” Pickles answered. His smiles stretched from ear to ear as Nathan narrowed in on him. “Mind you, I ain’t spilling just blood here. There’s bits and pieces coming out of me.”

Nathan’s eyes widened. “Meat?”

“Well, err, the inner lining of the uterus,” Pickles corrected. He thought about it for a minute, rubbing his head all the meanwhile. “So, uuuuh, yeah? Kinda?”

“And this happens to you every month?” Nathan’s lower lip curled inward as he tried to imagine the scene, along with having to endure such a cycle for all of his existence.

“Well, not every month,” Pickles replied oh-so casually. “More like, once in a blue moon. Unusually after a heavy bender. Too much booze fucks with the hormones.”

“Oh, that’s not too bad,” Nathan remarked, notably relieved by the notion, until he remembered just how much and often he and Pickles drank till they blacked out. Confusion hurriedly blanketed his mind as he struggled to gauge how much was required to fit under the term “heavy bender.”

Pickles nodded in return, then cracked open another can of boose. “Yeah, but when it rains it pours.”

“What do you mean?”

Pickles held in a chuckle. “I swear, when I’m on the rag, I bleed out all at once.” He brought up a hand as though to stop Nathan from suggesting. “Again, not enough to fill a tub, but it’s enough to ruin some nice bed sheets. Oh, and the cramps.”

“Cramps?”

Nathan got cramps, usually when he consumed too much diary. When he tried to bridge the conversation with his example, though, Pickles held in a snort and hooks his head.

“Imagine what Mags did to you, but smack dab in the middle of yer’ naughty bits,” he explained, and earned an immediate cringe from Nathan. With a haughty smirk, he continued, “You got a muscle design to keep shut, and now it’s gotta force itself open so it can expel a bunch of rotten flesh and blood. Doesn’t matter what you tell the damn doctors either, they give you the same shitty painkillers and say take two every six to eight hours.” Pickles raised a can to the very thought, then loudly slurped at the fizz gathering at the top. Once he had thoroughly finished the can, he placed down upon the table with a rough clank. He wiped his upper lip with the back of his hand and said, “I take about five per sitting.”

“That sounds…” Nathan fell into a silence as he tried, but failed, to imagine himself in such a situation, “Well, Intense.”

Reaching for his third can, Pickles responded, “Oh, it is. And it used to be worse.”

“...what?”

Nathan couldn't fathom how something that was supposedly natural would be any worse than what Pickles had currently described.

Luckily for him, Pickles seemed to have no issue openly sharing the dirty details. “Dood, before I started HRT, I was irregular as hell,” he began, “I’d have two in a month, go three months without anything happening, then suddenly end up spending days at the hospital thinking I was about to die.” Nathan swallowed a dry lump as Pickles stared out into a distant memory, his freckles becoming more visibly abundant as his expression started to pale from the past trauma. He brought a hand on his chest. “My fucking nips hurt,” he started, “and I’d get pissed real easily. And the cramps! The pain was so bad I’d dry heave or spit up the plasticky, hospital water the nurses handed me. Like, you’ve seen me mad before? I can be pissy, but the anger I experienced while waiting for the IV drugs to induce my painless coma was insufferable. I wanted to rip those smart-ass doctors a new one, but couldnt cause if I moved too much I’d fucking vomit.” Pickles stuck out a dry tongue and feigned a heave as he reenacted the experience. “And you know my bitch of a mother wanted nothing to do with the ol’ B.C. So it was like that until I had money for a regular prescription. Soaking cold hospital sheets with my fucking blood clots while being so sick and hateful that just thinkin’ about looking into the mirror made me wanna jump out the window.”

Looking up, Pickles tossed his third can. Maybe it was because he was thinking of his mother, but Nathan noticed the force in Pickles’ throw. The can crashed into the ground, and Nathan stared at the deformed tab leading into the crooked hole, and he couldn't break away as it leaked out the remains of dark, fizzy beer.

He eventually caught Pickles watching him. “Oh” was all Nathan could stammer, then returned to a state of absolute silence from the horror his friend had casually constructed.

“Yeah, but that was a long time ago,” Pickles replied after some time, giving them both ample time to recover, though Nathan still remained uncomfortably silent. He picked himself off from his chair, took the rest of his half-consumed six pack by the plastic rim, and flashed a pleased grin. “Thanks fer listening, Nathan.”

“Uhhh, no problem.” Nathan replied, his eyes looking far into the distance. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. “And, uhh, sorry about all of that.”

He continued to stare out long after Pickles left the kitchen and retreated back into his domains. Nathan counted the days since Saturday, and then shirked in his seat. By the time his stomach had settled, Nathan’s remaining poptart had returned to its stony, tasteless state, though by now eating was out of the question. Instead, he brought a finger over to his sinking glasses, and pushed them up his sweaty bridge, back to his wary stare. Nathan glanced at the title of Dethklok’s next song scribbled on his notebook and, with a slight look of disgust, began to write.

#mlt #kloktober #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #fanfic

[saga-project]

"LEO. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME I WILL FIND A WAY TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF A GHOST--"

"He's too strong. He's not gonna stay in there unless I keep him in there. We've tried everything else--"

"Leo, please don't do this. LEO---"

"Heh. You're one to talk, big bro. Hero moves are totally your style--"

"Leo. Leo, PLEASE. Don't do this. Please don't do this. We can figure something else out. We can--"

"H-hey, Donnie. Remember what I said when we fought? That I wished I never even had a twin?"

"Are you still hung up on that? Is that what this is about? I FORGIVE YOU, you stupid IDIOT, just come back, PLEASE--"

"...you're the best twin I could have asked for. I'm so, so glad that we got to find you again. I....I love you so fucking much. All of you. So fucking much."

"Don't you FUCKING dare---"

"Goodbye."

The comm clicked off. The portal exploded. And all Saga could do was stand there in stunned silence, hardly being able to move, hardly being able to breathe--

Something in him was snapping. Something in him was coming undone, something in him was howling like a feral animal, but the sound couldn't escape his mouth, all he could do was stand there and plead for it to be some kind of twisted dream, beg for Leo to miraculously appear and say that it had just been some kind of shitty joke---

Leo couldn't be gone. He couldn't. His fucking better half couldn't be gone. Not when Saga had just started getting used to the idea of having a twin again. Not when he'd just watched another fucking version of Leo throw himself into a literal death arena to try and prove himself to Saga, not when his brother was in danger and he couldn't fucking do anything about it yet again--

The stupid fucking song that Leon and him had sung sprang into his head again. Only this time, he remembered the rest of the lyrics.

What if I never find you What if I'm a twin no more I'd give all the kingdom's treasures If you came walking through that door---

Saga felt the tears running down his face, and felt the great gaping hole in his chest, and finally gave in, tossing his head back and howling in grief.

Leo was gone. His twin was gone. And he'd never fucking feel whole again.

Mikey was still standing there with his stupid fucking arms outstretched like that would accomplish anything, and Saga felt anger rising up in them before they could stop themselves, baring their teeth. "Stop that. STOP, Mikey. He's fucking GONE."

"Don, don't--"

"Leo never gave up on us...and he didn't give up on you, either, Don. I'm not giving up on HIM." Mikey turned back, baring his teeth in a feral snarl, and then--

--something was happening. Blinding yellow light was emerging from Mikey's hands and tracing up his arms, and there was a literal hole being ripped in the air in front of him, growing larger and larger and larger, and both they and Raph raced forward--

"Mikey, whatever you're doing, don't you dare fucking stop--"

"We're here, Mikey! Together!"

The portal stretched wider and wider and wider, and ow FUCK that tingled like a son of a bitch but all Saga cared about was seeing their brother again, seeing their twin again, and--

--Leo was gazing at them through the portal, his gaze a mixture of fear and relief. "Took you guys long enough."

Saga couldn't help but wheeze out a relieved laugh under their breath as Raph reached forward with his ninpo to collect Leo, as he started to pull him back through the portal--

--and then the Krang loomed up behind Leo again, its metal claws outstretched, and Saga absolutely saw red.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BROTHER, YOU BITCH---"

He summoned a gigantic drill, all metal and points and malice, and slammed it into the Krang's face through the portal before he could even think to contemplate what he was doing, before he could even think to feel sickened over the Krang bits that flew everywhere. He simply twisted back towards Mikey, shouting at the top of his lungs. "MIKEY, CLOSE THAT PORTAL NOW---"

The portal closed in a wink of light, and all of them hurried towards Leo's prone form, Saga's eyes flicking over every single inch of his twin's frame as he silently pleaded Leo to wake up, please wake up, oh my god I'll take back every single nasty thing I've ever said about you if you'll just fucking wake up--

Leo's eyes opened. And even though his voice was weak, he still managed a smile, his tone still light. "Hey. Ewww, are we in Staten Island?"

"YOU--"

"Donnie, woah, hey, I think I kinda sorta broke like eeeeevery single one of my bones so maybe take it easy on me--"

"You are NEVER doing something that stupid again or so help me God I will drag your spirit back and beat the shit out of a GHOST--"

"Okay, okay, geez, like that's any better than trying to give yourself up to a giant sentient brain--"

"Those things are not remotely the same--"

"Cut it out, you two." Raph's voice, now. "Let's just concentrate on getting patched up first."

And as all of them started chattering over the comms, Saga stood back, gently exhaling.

It would all be okay. It was going to be okay. Leo was back and everything was okay. The future that was written down in those journals wouldn't come to pass anymore.

.....so why did he feel like there was still some kind of unfinished business to attend to?

#rottmnt rp #sep!donnie #roleplay blog #(no replies please!) #krang arc

[saturniade]

was brushing my teeth yesterday and thinking about dnd orcs / fantasy racisms.. wrote a lot and im not sorray!!

it’s wild and interesting to me that between the two races introduced in dnd as playable (in 5e books beyond player’s handbook), kenkus are the ones described (in Volo at least iirc) as literally cursed to not have any creativity and to be able to only copy (parrot!) whatever is around them -- which i think is flavored as Kenkus Are Great At Making Copies but should also imo mean that Kenkus Believe Whatever Everyone Else Says and Are Extremely Prone To Being Lied To And Biased bc NO CRITICAL THINKING -- while the orcs are like. made by gods to be violent or whatever? and they just choose to embrace the killing and hate and slaughtering apparently EVEN THO they can think and learn and change their ways? and some of them are literally explicitly exceptions to the violent brutal stereotype!!!

and yet ORCS are THE titular enemy of dnd. even tho they are a much more uh conscious/mindful/potentially civilised race than for example the kenkus. and i feel bad for them lol cause the orcs keep being traditional Disposable Evilguys in dnd beginning from ye olde adnd times (when honestly enemies were made in a simpleminded ways of random mishmash of folklore, media and whatever sounds cool) which were in turn inspired by lotr’s “orcs are like evil magic slop things or whatever dont think about it”. and now 5e is trying to be more inclusive and mindful about Killing A People Cause They Were Born GREEN!!! and tries to stray away from fantasy racism and “evil races” introduced to its core world like 50 years ago. but still it is IN THERE...

i mean for example it’s weird to me bc i recently played a published dnd 5e module where you fight orcs a lot of time. and in another published module which takes place in another world we play with a half-orc who experiences 0 discrimination :| and uuugh these for the lack of a better term double standards against A PEOPLE? is horrible the more i think about it lol.

i think that dnd (if not The Official Setting than the DMs in their own worlds) should either make orcs, like, either explicitly non-civilised/non-selfaware/non-conscious monsters with the intelligence of an ape at most. or do the opposite & get rid of ALL fantasy racial prejudices concerning the orc race... idk man... the kenkus have it fucking easy! i mean those guys are more than anyone sound like they can be like divinely/naturally “programmed” for evil cause they don’t have critical thinking as i mentioned. and i haven’t encountered any texts that talk about orcs being literally unable to change their ways because of divine/magical reasons or whatnot. theyre just evil just because!!

and i havent even started with the DROW and DEEP GNOMES and ALL THAT STUFF? and other "bad races” that exist solely to allow the players to be a little casually fantasy racist OR carry out a power fantasy of killing a person with higher cognitive functions and be praised or at least not thrown in jail for it. (and i mean, this scenario!!?? some people who play dnd really just want to have a smarter non-animal/elemental/monster/undead/etc enemy who makes the players come up with an actual Plan Of Attack or solve Puzzles or otherwise give the players the ability to demonstrate their tactical abilities / intelligence! and i think thats a fine power fantasy to have! i just hate that sometimes in these cases instead of coming up with wholeass villians with motivations DMs just go Uhhhhh Ok Why Should I Invent A Politically Correct Bike. Go Fight People That Are Of An Evil Race Sounds Good!!!)

and that’s what i thought and that’s where i would put my conclusions if i had anything smart or specific to say. but i think in the end the fantasy racism is something that started a long time ago and stuck around so much that it got very ingrained in dnd, or even the expectations that people have from dnd, that it’s hard to either tweak the “evil race” concept in a way which is not very dubious at best, OR turn the concept of orcs/drows/etc around that they are no longer evil at all. what do you think ?????? leave a comment down below!!!! LOL!

#yoo my post #literally such a loaded question which only got worse with time haha curse the lotr influence !!!

[cryptidofthekeys]

“Galaxy”

....Sooo I um, y’all... I forgot,, to post the thingy I had been working on, gjfkdlfgjd so im doing it now before I forget too,, its just a fucked up Cerberus lookin ass amalgamation of an animatronic,, three lads combined into one body

I SHOULD say,, this is just the base description, anything in side facts n shit like that can be subject to change when I write stories, I say that bc 9 times outta 10 I DO change some shit around when writing with all the things I make, this shit has probs already been done before like oh fusing them essentially into one body, lmao i dont,, really care, I just had my own vision in mind and voila here we are

----------------------------------------

| Name: Galaxy

| Nickname: Gala

| Gender: They/It/He

| Age: Doesn’t have one, it’s literally an animatronic …er, well…

| Height: 20ft

| Species/Race: They’re basically three animatronics fused to one really messy body

| Occupation: Former Daycare Attendants, more so just guards and protects the Daycare (what remains of it anyway) now than anything

| Eye Colors: Moon has red and white eyes, Sun has blue eyes, and Eclipse’s eyes are just a dark orange void sorta thing (his pupils are a dark red color but you can see little white specks in them)

-----------------------------

| Appearance: I’m skipping straight here to explain all the details I need to, soo let’s start off with the left half or… Moon essentially- his face is just,, well normal in all honesty the only thing different is him looking v scratched and beat up and p dirty, same goes for Sun in those regards and even Eclipse- p much the entire BODY looks beaten to hell and back and dirty- And for smaller more intricate details for the damage, Sun’s missing two of his rays bottom left and upper right, the body’s got damage that makes them occasionally spark and it hurts all three of them, you cannot touch ANY part of the body that belongs to Eclipse.

--------------------------

Reason being they’ll burn you p much (his parts are p much the middle torso, his arms, face, and then its legs but those are covered by pants but I still wouldn't risk touching them), I’m not changing much from like canon designs soo Moon is p much just the white n blue colors, right down to his blue starry pants that glow in the dark btw, Sun’s pants are the same ol striped ones, and Eclipse’s pants are just inverse colors of Sun’s essentially, a darker orange color (and he’s got black stars on them), also they still got the bells attached to their wrists, Eclipse doesn’t have any bells however.

-----------------------------

Moon has his sharp teeth and claws, Sun doesn’t have any of those things, and Eclipse has not just sharp teeth BUT their v crooked and jagged as hell, and basically they’re fucking fingers are just long claws (Moon’s torso is the upper one and Sun’s torso is the bottom one) also both Moon n Sun have their slippers p much from game, Eclipse’s is inverse color and has what is, well,, an obvious Eclipse marking on its shoes- The thing that connects them to the neck, basically okay imagine a pitchfork BUT with only three pointy bits instead of four, of course it’s a MUCH thicker-esque pole than that to support their weight, but those three poles connect their heads to the body.

---------------------------------------

And if it wasn’t obvious, they basically have six legs connected to this one body, and of course six arms (Moon’s legs being left, Eclipse’s legs in the middle, Sun’s legs on the right and then for the arms, Moon’s arms being top, Eclipse’s in the middle again, and finally of course Sun’s arms on the bottom) speaking of their torso is actually fairly long (I mean we SAW how lanky those fuckers were in the game) and they need a big torso to support that body of theirs.

----------------------------------------

Eclipse has rays much like Sun’s but they are that darker orange color (the top ray is literally bent and hanging on by a thread at this point) the bottoms of the rays has a dark red coming out of them essentially, they’re face is all black but on the edge of the circle it's got a white glow around it (p much like encircling the entire faceplate, that should make more sense) and his mouth is a bit hard to explain its VERY much different from Sun and Moon's mouth- its basically like when it opens its mouth- its a PURE WHITE void inside, the only thing you can see is basically the blackness that’s shaped into teeth, it might look like mere shadows but don’t be fooled, it can definitely tear things apart with those teeth. However much like the others- You can see the faintest outline of the moon part of the faceplate and of course the sun part of the faceplate.

---------------------------------------------

I dunno if I explained this part just yet but uh his fingers- er, well claws I guess are that dark red color meanwhile his arms, hands and legs underneath the pants are the darker orange color (he’s got some areas that look black too tho, whether its purely filth or part of they’re design who knows lmao) now I don’t know if I have any more details to cover bgfjkdlgfjd I’m so forgetful its why I don’t d o shit like this that often but the FINAL things I can think of are p much 1: Eclipse’s rays essentially are a bit more flowy-esque then Sun’s and finally 2: They have a long tail, it’s made up of all the other kinds of planets and then has a star at the end of it (the star along with the planets also glows in the dark, i just think its fun- there's no rhyme or reason for glow in the dark tail I just like the aesthetic)

--------------------------------------------------

I changed a few things about Sun n Moon but not MUCH- I was more so invested in keeping my own Eclipse design, at least for in THIS AU in particular lmao (i did forget one thing, they have buttons going up the torso, Sun’s buttons being red, Eclipse’s Black, and Moon’s blue, both Sun and Moon’s buttons squeak, Eclipse’s do not)

------------------------------

| Side Facts: Not going to bother with a personality part, but all you really need to know is that they’re NOT evil even though they look like an absolute monster, they aren’t evil- Now they COULD be misunderstood at first and that’s mostly because if someone ACTUALLY fucking enters the Daycare- After ALL these years?!? If someone ACTUALLY enters it would do everything in its power to make sure that person N E V E R leaves them again… …So kinda yandere-ish in a way but not intentionally evil, they’re just EXTREMELY lonely and have honestly a lot of trauma deep down, their scared of being abandoned again so SEVERE abandonment issues p much- They just want a new friend… They’ve been lonely for s o long now, won’t you keep them company~?

-----------------------------

…Oh I will say though they ARE super unhinged and feral gHGJKFLHGJFDKS- I mean that’s just them naturally, its AMPED up tho to a 100 considering their stuck in one body p much.

-----------------------------

P much- THE BEST WAY I CAN DESCRIBE IT IS THEY’RE LIKE A GIANT PUPPY WHO JUST,, DOESNT UNDERSTAND SHIT ANYMORE- like for example, they don’t understand boundaries, they don’t understand they could push things too far- They can be VERY clingy too btw, will show nothing but affection if they grow attached to you …But there’s always lingering fear even if you grow a relationship with them that you’ll wind up leaving them behind too, just like everyone else did…

-----------------------------

Needs A LOT and I mean a LOT of reassurance but in the end he’s very lovable, friendly, and sweet …can be grumpy sometimes especially if woken up which that’s a lot of Moon and then other times VERY energetic which is Sun, and then Eclipse? …It's just, well, Eclipse lmao- kinda a neutral ground

--------------------------------

Now… I won’t say they CAN’T be a threat but that’d mostly be the overprotective nature it can get if it grows attached to someone and he DOES have the capacity to kill or hurt ANYONE and I mean ANYONE if they are deemed a threat, and it's hard to stop them if they have deemed anything a threat… But usually, they- despite being unhinged and feral as fuck- They are nice and sweet, a giant puppy who just wants a new fren WHO W O N T LEAVE AND ABANDON THEM… HAHAHA… Ahem-

----------------------------------

As I stated earlier,, Gala usually guards and watches over the remains of the Daycare, that is their home, and sometimes when they get especially lonely they do love to look at the drawings the kids had made for them so long ago, it thinks fondly on those memories of the kids, laughing, singing, playing around- Having a wonderful time with their three friends, Sun, Moon, and… Eclipse… . . . Sometimes, he gets himself so upset with the memories- sure they are good and wonderful BUT it hurts that nobody has come around for, hmm how long has it even been? They lost track of time years and years ago…

-----------------------------------------

Galaxy doesn’t like mirrors, they DESPISE anytime they can see themselves, they don’t wanna see this body they're stuck in, they don’t want constant reminders of what happened… It just wants to go back to normal, all in their own bodies, it doesn’t want to be a monster… So needless to say it uh does have something like self-esteem issues and those can get pretty bad if he sees themselves in a mirror or any reflective surface, it’s just a constant reminder when they see their body what they have truly become.

---------------------------------------

OKAY,, ASIDE FROM SAD AND DEPRESSING SHIT BC JFC I JUST REALIZED THERE'S NOTHING GOOD HERE,, Galaxy can be very loving and sweet when you grow close to it, despite such overprotectiveness and fear of abandonment, it can be very loving- Now sure they know they can’t touch you, not with the spark thing and of course Eclipse burning you, BUT you know- This giant lad will admire the hell out of you from a safe distance, brings you gifts and trinkets whenever he can (again, giant puppy) while their voice boxes aren’t what they used to be, they are v much happy to listen, sometimes the occasional voice will break through.

-----------------------------------------

You’ll hear either of their voices at times, Eclipse’s voice you unfortunately can’t understand anymore because its voice box is p much gone at this point so they mostly stick to sign language when they want to speak, sometimes when the others want to speak badly enough as well instead of hoping one of their voices gets through- They will also use sign language, you’ll hear many things on them actually, sounds of whirring, glitchy or just broken sounds, their voices, sometimes static, and then of course the occasional sparking sound.

----------------------------------------------

But I’m not going to lie… What they wouldn’t GIVE to hold you close to them, you cuddle you as closely as they physically can, but if they could do that well… It would NEVER let go of you, I’m not exaggerating you would genuinely be carried e v e r y w h e r e- even though they know not to get close enough to burn or shock you, they still don’t know boundaries at all,, jkfgljgfds they’re trying their best, like come on they haven’t had any animatronics let ALONE H U M A N S to interact with in god knows h o w long!

---------------------------------------

…And of course you’re probably wondering, what the FUCK happened to these three? What happened to The Mega Pizzaplex? What- JUST W HAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!? …Weeeeellllll…. If I told you that’d spoil the fuuuunnnn, silly~! >:] …AANNYYYWAYS~! He also loves to finger paint, tell stories, they attempt to sing lullabies but it never works …so they play it on somethin else instead lmao, or just play games in general tbh- it reminds them of their time spent tending to the children in the Daycare, it can cheer them up usually …And I say USUALLY for a reason btw.

------------------------------------------

I suppose that uh Sun or Moon could hold you but then Eclipse gets jealous and angry bc he can’t hold you so they prefer to not pick you up or hold you or ANYTHING like that tbh, but now I will say, even though I won’t say how just yet, there IS a way to fix all their issues it’d just take fucking F O R E V E R considering they’re 20ft tall lmao

-----------------------------------------------

Also shit I did forget to mention something appearance wise, that lil uh skirt lookin thing they have on p much- They have that BUT it’s literally combined- like in the front is Eclipse’s dark orange n black stars, left is Moon’s blue and starry one, and then finally Sun’s red and yellow stripes on the right.

--------------------------------------------------

Btw VERY overprotective over any children that come around even tho the kids usually run away from them, but if a child were to stick around- that child will be protected- you will n o t hurt them, try it and you’ll suffer just sayin- cause uh there’s MUCH worse things they can do to you aside from burning or electrocution… 

---------------------------------------

Another thing, goddammit im noticing so much shit i missed FHJVKLFGJKDS- but uh the ‘poles’ that essentially connect to the body are color coded ghjfkdjdks no reason for that either i just think it looks nicer,, Moon’s being blue, Sun’s of course is yellow, and then Eclipse’s is darker orange. Also those ‘poles’ used to not necessarily be polls- it uh let their heads stretch out a bit, kinda like something out of a literal fucking cartoon but considering its been years since they’ve been cleaned and repaired, they’ve got parts missing, damaged, some color has deteriorated, and they also even have some rust in certain areas, but uh those are just stiff ass polls now so-

---------------------------------

Oh yeah, Eclipse has little white sparkles on the palms of its hands (looks like stars shining on its palms) , Moon has well, moons on his palms, and then Sun well- obviously has Suns on his palms.

---------------------------------------

They also have a good few wires sticking out of them too which is not safe but again, who's going to willingly volunteer to repair a 20ft animatronic that looks like T H A T!

#fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #i called him Galaxy bc uh it was the simplest thing i could think of gjkfljgfd #and it stuck- i was already calling them Gala for short at the get-go #like i said- someones probs already done shit like this but I wanna do my own things too #so uh yeye-

[intheseautumnhands]

!!

- @nsfwitchy

!!

( for each !! I'll introduce you to an OC )

So let me tell you about Nate, angry mess and accidental protector.

Nate did not have a very fun childhood! His family had very specific ideas about what a man should be, and Nate only measured up in all the wrong ways. He was explosively angry, which would be fine if he just had a little more control over it; instead, he kept directing it in the wrong direction, usually in defense of people his family did not understand his wanting to defend, and getting in trouble and pissing off family. He liked art. He liked to cook. (He liked to sing, which would have been acceptable on its own if his other hobbies were okay.) He was the runt of the family, and even if he won half the scraps he got in, he still managed to do it wrong, somehow.

Realizing he was bisexual and that his family would probably quite literally try to beat it out of him if he ever came out just seemed like the inevitable cherry on top by the time it happened, really.

So he's already in a shitty place, feeling like he's never good enough and dealing with rage issues, when he finally goes off to college and gets the hell away from home. Things might have eventually, slowly, started to look up for him after that if he had a little longer before he met Katherine.

Nate was 19; Kat was a few years older, and a thief. She genuinely liked Nate, which is probably worse than if she'd been purposefully fucking with him, and he was head over heels for her. It wasn't that long into the relationship that she ended up needing help, and Nate didn't even need to be asked before he volunteered.

Somewhere along the way he ended up... kind of permanently helping her out, and usually by taking care of anything with the potential to get violent. Turns out, not only could he win a whole lot of scraps with his fist, but he was damn good with a gun, too. It's probably the first time anyone ever encouraged him with something he felt like he was good for. This is totally healthy for him in every possible way, it said, lying through its teeth.

Eventually Kat ends it. Nate drinks himself into a stupor at a friend's bar while Billy, whose known Kat a lot longer and been quietly encouraging both of them to end it whenver he can because he can see she is fucking this kid up, tries to see him through it. The bar is... kind of a criminal hot spot, because Billy's mom was in that. 'line of work', for lack of a better term, and sometimes these things just happen.

("Dear, do you know anything about crime at all?" you might say dubiously at this point. "Shhh, it's fiction, and the original version of this involved supernatural shit so it didn't need to be realistic," I reply, which is a long-winded way of saying no.)

Anyway, long story short (too late), guess who eventually makes his living out of killing people for hire while his only friend despairs in the background?

Yeah, Nate's a healthy boy. By the time Kat leaves him, he's somewhere in his early twenties, extremely self-loathing, depressed and definitely not admitting it, and basically a little ball of spiky armor to everyone but the very, very small number who manage to break through it and become His People. The depression and self-loathing just keep getting worse cause he's unwilling to do anything about it and shutting the world out, and he's pretty much passively suicidal, which works for him cause his job has a pretty high likelihood of killing him if he just waits!

Most of Nate's verses start around early-mid twenties, because if something doesn't happen to him, he's not gonna make it to thirty.

In his original world, he broke his leg on a job, rented a room while recouping, and ended up tripping and falling into a D/s thing with his roommate, who had his own host of abuse. That character was my ex's, which is why it's no longer really Nate's main story, but it really illustrates the thing that would be necessary for any other world: he does much, much better when he finds someone he feels needs him. He'll start to take care of himself and try to stay alive in order to make sure someone's there to take care of them. It's really the only thing that makes him do it, after a certain point. (Billy, his bar-owner only friend, can try, and it'll help to a point, but... Billy doesn't need him. They love each other in their own weird way, but it doesn't spark that same reaction.)

And honestly? He's pretty good for people once he decides they're his. He takes care of them. He's also... a little bit possessive, but it tends to come out in the form of "must keep them safe" more than anything else, so it could be worse. He actively tries not to be a walking open wound and lash out at people when he's trying to take care of them. He's more patient than he thinks with them. He's sweet.

He does not think of himself as any of these things, even as he's actively caretaking and protecting people. As far as Nate's concerned, he's an asshole and a pretty terrible person, and he only does this if he feels like encouraging someone to leave will lead to them getting in a worse situation. Otherwise, if he found himself attaching to someone who wasn't in a place where they had nothing, he'd probably try to detach himself because he's going to fuck them up.

He's also smarter than he gives himself credit for in a lot of ways -- he's quick on his feet, he understands things pretty well, he's good at reading people. But he's not, I guess, clever is the best word I can think of to illustrate it, and he gets easily frustrated and flustered when he feels like he's around people who are smarter than him and are lording it over him or rubbing it in. (That second part is key: being smart is fine, whatever, it's the using it to put him down that fucks him up. Part of this comes from family, but part of this is very squarely Kat's fault. She had a very "you're cute, let me do the thinking" attitude towards him that rubbed him the wrong way and he loved her too much to ever say anything, and now anything that comes remotely close to it sends him shutting down.)

There are also a handful of verses where magic/supernatural shit is going on around him! That's a lot of fun, because he's almost always the only mundane person getting dragged into the shenanigans, and it's terrible entertaining. :D

I do not have art because I do not art, but I do PB, because that's just the way I started doing things, blame LJ around the time I started making OCs regularly. XD So Nate is kind of this, but scrawnier. (Bonus link to his PB singing Creep because it cracks me up.)

#by grace and grit #i rambled. a lot. i'm sorry? XD #i have another of these but i've been doing this on and off all day #and between dog and body i am exhausted #so i will poke that tomorrow #feel free to send more I have Too Many OCs XD #also feel free to send questions about my angry baby; I enjoy talking about him #i have his PB singing songs that give me Genuine Nate Feelings as well but i rambled enough as is #god I need to get this boy another sub or partner or. whatever. because first of all i miss his dynamics. #and second. he needs it. #that and therapy but he won't touch that with a ten foot pole #i don't know i just miss doing things with him he's a Favorite #i need to put him and billy in a story but i can never quite put my finger on what to do with them

[maggicktouched]

My thoughts on mad Targaryens several years too late. Tw for discussions of trauma, suicide, and assault. 

My relationship with ASoIaF and GoT in general has been... let’s just say tumultuous at the best of times. Right out of the gate it loses points because of the very simple fact that it’s just not a genre I enjoy. For the same reason I’ve never been able to sink my teeth into Priory of the Orange Tree. I don’t like political fantasy. I don’t mind some politics in fantasy, but I get bored of long discussions about court affairs and people playing “the game of thrones”. I also don’t like grim fantasies. Don’t get me wrong there is a LOT I enjoy about GRR Martin and his writing, but what I’ve always really hated about people who kind of hopped onto the fantasy train with his books is that they really fucking hate fantasy as a genre and love to jerk off George for “subverting tropes.” And half the shit they talk about isn’t even really where he subverts anything it’s just that like, the streets are covered in shit and there are boobies and most of your main characters are shitty people with the only exception to that rule only falling into the category because they aren’t responsible for some of their actions bc they’re literal children.

I digress. But Those kinds of people have kind of dominated the genre now and they take particular glee in pulling down their pants and taking a big dump on any fantasy that isn’t about greasy white dudes fucking each other over and brutalizing women and it really pisses me off.

I said all that to say: while I enjoy a lot of things about Game of Thrones and a lot of pieces of Game of Thrones (and the same is said for the books), as I whole I can’t call myself a fan. It’s complicated. Which means what I’m about to say is probably going to be rather biased. But it’s a personal opinion and you can all fuck off if you don’t like it.

I don’t think there is any way they could have turned Dany into a mad queen that wouldn’t have upset me. 

Let me tell you I have seen.... dozens and dozens of better executions and ideas for the plotline since the infamous episode emerged. Some of them are really good. Some of them if they had have happened I might have walked away from the show less angry with the shitty writing but honestly... probably a lot more angry about the implications. 

I’ll come right out and say it: I think the age of “mad” characters is dead. There is no way that you can have Dany succumb to “madness” that isn’t offensive and doesn’t feel---off for her character. And there is especially no way to put her down behind the woodshed like Ol Yeller that isn’t pretty disgusting.

(From here on out I’m going to be specifically referencing show Dany because we have seen her end)

First off, I just don’t know if I’d have ever bought it no matter what, given the context of the rest of the show. Game of Thrones went out of its way to make Daenerys uniquely impervious to trauma. I could not possibly list all the shit they have put Dany through in the show. Just some of the things she has WITNESSED would be shit we would spend years in therapy trying to undo, better yet the shit that has happened to her. And Dany is just... fine. No matter how many horrible things she sees or what vile acts are committed against her, Dany remains almost impossibly normal. She isn’t conniving or vindictive or cruel like people who have arguably been through half the shit that she’s been through. I don’t know if there is any series of events that could have plausibly led up to what happened because of this flaw in the show. She should have been allowed to show more of her pain, more fear and vulnerability, more lapses in emotion or memory, more insomnia, more issues with her own self image and worth from the very start if they were ever going to sell me on her snapping hard enough to burn down a city.

Second I just... think madness as a concept is dead. Not to be the fun police or anything but there is no way to portray anything as mad/crazy/etc without using real world behaviors to show that, and that portrayal stigmatizes those behaviors and can lead to people in crisis to being demonized.

People going through a mental health crisis are far more likely to be the victims of violence than the perpetrators. People will look at someone “acting strange” and either feel afraid and refuse to help, or contact the police, who often fail to help and far too frequently harm them.

Ultimately I think there could have been only two endings that I could have accepted for this character. 

The first is that Dany is just allowed to win and be happy and she’s genuinely good for the realm because not everything has to suck, it makes sense that she wins imo, and tbh the people of Westeros deserve at least a six week holiday from the political shit storm they live in. But Those People (and we know who they are now) would have all foamed at the mouth and soiled their diapers at just the very thought of an even partially happy ending. 

The only other ending that I think might have made sense is a tragic one. A “mad” queen that slowly unravels over time. Sitting on the throne of Westeros, soaking in all that she’s lost to get there, watching people at every turn froth like starving dogs at the chance to tear her down no matter how much good she does. Hearing that the cities in the east that she liberated fell back into slavery. And then ultimately ruminating on the legacy of her family. Of how they’re all strangers to her, and of the world they made and legacy they left. Watching as all the trauma she’s been forced to suppress over the years to survive leaks through the cracks in the quiet moments where she’s supposed to be happy. An ending where we see her unreasonably frightened, obsessive, withdrawn, angry, and at the end, seemingly happy before ultimately she either takes her own life or flees on Drogon (which would be a kind of symbolic death rather than a literal one). 

Is that a GOOD ending? No. Is it what I wanted? No. But it is an ending where no one would be making excuses to demonize her. Where this “madness” is seen for what it is: mental illness and the repercussions of the cycle of abuse. There is no way you can portray her snapping, committing genocide, and being put down like a dog “for the good of the realm” that doesn’t have absolutely horrendous and disgusting implications. Because trauma and the way it can absolutely destroy people can only ever be horrific and tragic, and the only thing we should have felt about Dany’s death was a profound sadness for a 16 year old girl set on a painful and impossible path.

Unfortunately I feel like HOTD is doomed to go in the same direction. The first episode already had some things that feel like red flags to me, and we all know where it ultimately ends. This is, in my opinion, Martin’s failing. Even if the execution is being done by others, he is the one that penned the ideas that inspire it. I feel like he’s too ok with this idea of madness. I sincerely hope he does a lot of thinking, reading, and reflecting before he writes Dany’s ultimate end in the books... but I don’t have a lot of faith for the outcome.

#ooc #i can't write anything in character so have some ooc drivel on Game of Thrones #like three years too late lmao #tw: suidice

[liveityourway]

something I often ask myself is how can people love cities? And yes, I do live in a big city, and have lived here all my life. yet, since Ive started going into nature, this shithole with like 3 half-dead trees here and there, just makes everything so grey and lifeless. (literally too ig) when I was a kid I had no real connection with nature, but since I went into the wilderness for the first time, that was it for me. I knew where I belonged. now ofc, thats just my story, Im not saying everyone should share my opinion. what Im confused about is how is literally everyone so fucking ignorant of the world around them? our planet is simultaneously burning, melting, becoming a giant dumpster and losing its species that have existed here long before we even came to. how tf do people not care ab that?

and now imagine its morning of a new day. u wake up, look out the window and, well, its the same fucking grey building thats been there always. or, worse, its a newly built grey building that now covers the view youve oftenly cherished. u then eat, brush teeth etc. and go out, but now theres only more grey, and a sprinkle of noise, people running into u cause everyones always in a hurry everywhere, and now tell me, how can you love life here? its not even living....

#i think im gonna move to the mountains #the only noise will be me brewing coffee in the morning #maybe I can live laugh love there #peace of mind shall be at my grasp