#but I think any loud sound coming from a large monster you can see is threatening

[shomixremix]

AT MERCY OF THE SAVIOURS

this is basically just gangfucking my team in genshin. but i do have one hot team, at least!

and thank you all sm for 100 followers!! this is like a little special for that occasion hehe

tags: zhongli, itto, alhaitham, wriothesley, female! reader, smut, gangbanging, blowjob, rough sex, creampie

-> listen. i do not know how or why the ex-geo archon turned businessman, a feral demon from inazuma who says fuck you to the authorities, a badass scholar from sumeru who's done with everyone and the count of criminals from fontaine would ever be in a same place let alone doing the same thing, yet here they are, gang-fucking the reader.

(can you imagine how much smuttier this will get once i pull for neuvillette)

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

"mhh, fuck, so good, doll.." wriothesley grunted as he fucked you from the back, pounding into you with a steady pace. his thick fingers squeezed your meaty hips, sternly holding you in place. his thick cock was entering, no, abusing your greedy hole, each time making sure you could feel every single one of his inches dragging harshly against your plushy walls.

you tried to moan, scream, make any sound from how good he felt - but you couldn't, not with zhongli's dick so deep in your throat.

"yes..." the ex-archon sighed, a couple of beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "you feel otherworldly, my dear. keep on sucking like that for me, hm?"

his words thick with praise made your pussy throb and clench around the man dicking you down, your legs and arms quivering. propped up only on your hands and knees, ass met with wriothesley's balls every time he thrusted in and mouth wrapped entirely on zhongli's shaft, you weren't sure if you even had the strength to hold yourself up any more.

you were cockdrunk from the way you could feel zhongli's tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, your numerous moans sending vibrations through his length so deliciously. even though your mouth was entirely filled with him, you still managed to whine and whimper, a little bit of drool dripping from your mouth.

"mmpphh, zhongli! z-zhongli!!"

in the process of focusing on giving the dragon adeptus the best head of his entire immortal life, you didn't realize you were neglecting your other lover, the one who was bullying your gummy g-spot with every trust and making you cream around him for the nth time. and the duke of criminals was having none of that.

"i'm glad you think at least one of us is doing a good job at satisfying you, slut" he almost growled out a sarcastic comment, rubbing the soft cheeks of your milky ass. suddenly, he slapped it hard, bottoming out in you with a loud smack! and picking up his pace.

"hey, don't- ahh, fuck, don't talk to her like that! she's s' pretty, yeah, such a pretty girl... needs that perfect ass grabbed and fucked full, not hurt, yeah? you understand what i'm sayin', right, bro?" a familiar voice joined in on the conversation, his loud voice coming out in breathless pants as he warned wriothesley. even though you couldn't see him, you knew that the oni was watching you get fucked by these two men, roughly jerking his monster cock.

"shut it, itto" another voice chimed in, scolding the large demon. "she can take it. she's tougher than she looks; don't let those puppy-like eyes deceive you. it wouldn't even surprise me if this was what she wanted all along: to be spanked and punished as she begs for more. not to even mention the way there's four of us here and she's only paying her sweet attention to just one... i believe that behavior is suitable for a good punishment."

ahh, the all too familiar voice of the fourth man sitting beside the oni, a long cock in the scholar's hand as he slowly stroked himself to the sight of you being fucked out by the others. you whined around zhongli from how rough they were treating you, feeling a little bit guilty for neglecting wrio and putting all of your attention on the geo archon.

"they might be right, love" zhongli hums as he fucks your mouth, immensely enjoying how you take all of him in your throat so eagerly.

"you have been beyond good for me, darling, but i think it's time we let someone else take their turn, hm? i have already had my fun with you, i believe it is time i let our friend, mister wriothesley, gain your full attention... what do you think, dear?"

all you could do was let out a whine around his tip, displeased that you'll have to say goodbye to his warmth and his rock-hard cock that so nicely filled your mouth... on the other hand, you felt guilty and ashamed for neglecting wriothesley, who jealously and feverishly thrusted into you, staying quiet.

"oh, don't be like that, love... one more, and you're all mister wriothesley's. do you understand?" even though his tone made your head fuzzy, you knew damn well that was an order, a warning of some sort. you nod eagerly, sucking at his sensitive veins as you feel how the fontainian man fucks you eagerly.

"she's close, shit!" wrio hums to the rest of them, talking about you as if you weren't even there. "just finish on her face and mouth already so i can give her what she needs."

something about the thought of another spilling all of himself over your pretty face and in your plump mouth made itto's cock twitch in his hands. archons, how that thought brought feelings of jealousy mixed with excitement…

"very well" regarded zhongli, holding the back of your head as he thrusted hard in your mouth. you gave it your best to give him pleasure, gently swirling your tounge around all his most sensitive spots and relaxing the tense muscles of your throat. as soon as you relaxed and let him thrust a little deeper, zhongli groaned out your name and released his hot pleasure in your mouth. you couldn't help but eagerly gulp down everything he gave you, a little bit of it spilling from the corners of your plump lips.

you released him from your mouth with a pop! and he petted you hair, looking down at you with nothing but adoration in his tourmaline eyes.

"there. so well-behaved for me." zhongli praised through a hum, soothing your cheek gently with his thumb. his head slightly raised, now turned to the man still balls-deep inside your cushy cunt.

"she's all yours, mister wriothesley." the dark-haired man hums in acknowledgement, quickly changing your position and tossing you on your back. your hands fly to his head, gently holding him between your palms.

"mmphh, wrio.." you moan softly, your fingers gently dancing through his thick, black strands.

"oh, so now you know how to moan my name, doll?"

your hips buck up to his eagerly, begging for more movement. you were just on the very brink of your peak, sososo unbelievably close-

"need something?" he asks, completely still inside you. you nod feverishly, blabbing and moaning as you look up at his pretty, simply hypnotic eyes.

"mhm!! need to come, please wrio, need to come so bad-!"

he smirks and it's mischievous yet alluring, and it stirs something deep within you - almost a fear that he will not give you what you oh so desperately want.

"work for it, then." he simply says, in one swift motion turning you around so that you were on top, seated snuggly on his painfully hard dick.

your eyes widen as he manhandles you into a cowgirl position, his hands still bruising your hips.

"noooo" you whine, unhappy that you'll have to do all the work as he simply gets to lay back and enjoy!

"please! i can't, i don't want to, i want- mph, i just want- ohh!" you whined and begged but to no avail. his rough palms once again met your ass, giving it a spank. it hurt, but the sting of it felt so good.

"the only way you're getting anything is to do as i say, doll. now, why don't you move those pretty hips if you wanna come so badly?"

another spank, making you hiss out in pain. the demon sitting across from the both of you immediately reacted, unsure whether he could take any more of looking at you being hurt for wrio’s and alhaitham's selfish pleasure.

"hey, hey, dude! don't be sucha' asshole! i told ya', she needs to be loved on more, yeah? yeahhh, look at that pretty, fucked out face! like yeah, sure, she's bein' just a tiny bit bratty, but c'mon, other ways to solve that exist, bro! i mean, how can you deny when a woman as gorgeous and sexy as her begs you to make her cum?! simple answer - ya’ don’t! you do as she says! every idiot knows that!"

you blush at the oni's words, a warmth wrapping around you. he was so sweet, and the sight of his big palm roughly squeezing his impossibly large dick was even sweeter.

"let him do what he wishes, itto" alhaitham snarls, gently stroking himself, in contrast with his demon friend whose hand was moving up and down his shaft fast. "I understand that she’s your girlfriend, but she's on his lap, after all"

the oni grunted in defeated, mumbling something about how "it wasn't fair that it wasn't his turn yet" and "girls like you can't be treated so harshly" as he sat back down. with zhongli leaving for the baths to properly clean his skin of mixed slick, there were only three of them fucking you now. which meant itto could get his hands on you all the faster.

meanwhile, you start grinding yourself on wrio's lap, desperately trying to bounce on his cock but you can't. you're so close to your high that your pussy is greedily squeezing wrio in, and his impossible girth mixed with your neediness isn't letting you move at all. in attempt to get any pleasure, you start moving in circles, clamping down on him with every move.

"holy fuck..." wriothesley sighs, throwing his head back. the way your cunt spasmed around him made him just a little closer to his release, and his hips started bucking into yours. archons, he needed to finish so badly...

three more bucks into you and he came, shutting his eyes tight and letting all of his cum release into your more than willing womb. that put you over the edge, falling on him from exhaustion.

you couldn't even rest for a second more, a pair of arms not belonging to the duke of criminals pulling you off his body.

"that's enough" the scribe announced as he pulled your still-sensitive body in his hold, "it's my turn with her".

"fuck off!" wrio cussed at his friend, grabbing a hold of you. "who said i was done?"

"when did i ask if you were done?" alhaitham commented, snatching you away from the fontainian's arms. itto tried to resolve things:

"hey, hey, dudes, let's not fight, yeah? no need to! we'll just let her decide, alright?" the two men fighting over you grumbled to themselves in a displeased manner, but ultimately agreed that it was fair and right for you to decide.

"so, whaddya' say, baby? who do you want in between those pretty, sexy legs?"

you thought for a moment, looking between the three men, all impossibly hard and longing for you.

"it's 'haitham's turn..." you say quietly, earning a big smirk from the sumeru man. he pulls you to him, rather excited that he was the one you chose.

"but" you announce as you're pulled in alhaithams arms, "it's not fair to the rest of you guys..." itto's patience ran thin as he sat back down, angrily fucking his fist in quick, desperate motions. why’d he ever have to allow his friends to fuck you like this?

"fuck, love bug, fine... 'ts okay, i'll..." he had to gulp down his spit to be able to say this, unsure if he was even correctly hearing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

"i'll let them do ya', sweets. a deal’s a deal"

when itto made that stupid bet with his more-than-willing friends and put a night with you on the line, he certainly didn’t expect that he’d be the one sitting it out. he was your boyfriend, for Inazuma’s sake, he should be the one buried in you, not the one jerking off the entire night because he can’t get to you!

even though it was ripping his heart apart, itto thought it was right to ignore his selfish needs and let the two of them go first. you were their prize, after all, and arataki itto was nothing if not an honest man who kept his word. that was one of the qualities he had promised grandma oni to keep, and he certainly wasn’t letting up now.

"but itto... that's so unfair to you.. i can see that you're hurting pretty bad..."

his dick was weeping for your attention. somehow, no matter how hard he tried, jerking off didn't go anywhere, always leading him to a place of very precum-sticky hands and no orgasms.

still, he brushed it off, waving his hand in a shoo-ing manner.

"no sweat, baby. i can wait a lil' longer, yeah? you just say there and be good for my pals, hm? hey, i tried to stop 'em, but if you go overboard they are really gonna punish you, baby, and they won't be as nice as me!"

oh, nobody was as nice as him. his words laced with adoration for your body, desperation for your warmth and thirst for your touch drove you insane. no matter how much you'd like having two gorgeous men as alhaitham and wrio fucking you, your mind still couldn't get over the fact that this sweet demon just went against all of his primal urges, just so you'd be able to be with who you want for the night and so his friends get completely satisfied.

"and what if she can't go on after this, itto? i stopped counting her orgasms after six, and she has come quite a few times since then..." alhaitham asked, worried for his demon friend and the fact that he might be left with blue balls and an excruciatingly painful dick.

itto growled low, shutting his eyes. fuck, this whole situation was unfair and it hurt. both physically and emotionally. itto was the one who wanted you the most, who loved you the most, why'd he have to suffer with not getting you at all?!

"if her pretty pussy really can't take any more after us, she'll be good and help arataki at least with some nice head, yeah?" you nodd feverishly at wrio’s question. you'd do anything to help your generous and selfless boyfriend feel good.

thirty minutes later, your legs were far apart, making enough space for the two men to both fuck your greedy whole.

"shit! so tight, fuck!" the scribe's and wrio's moans about how good you felt certainly felt like salt in the wound for arataki. he sat a little from you with a pout on his face, his slowly-softening dick laid in his palm as he watched you take the two of them, at the same time.

"hah-ah! mphhr.. itto..? why don't you- ah! mmm, wrio! tham! why don't you help yourself, at least a little bit? ooh~" you asked through a wrecked moan, feeling immensely guilty for leaving your love hanging.

"i'm good, baby" he muttered, a displeased look on his face, "can't come if it's not in you, anyway"

those words shoot you right through the heart, melting your insides completely and you come hard, milking the two men inside you. they both quickly follow your lead, spurting ropes of white inside you and stuffing you fully.

the two of them removed themselves from your body, leaving you shivering and full, spread out on the bed. Itto noticed your fucked-out expression, chuckling to himself.

“hah, feels good, doesn’t it, sweets? did ya’ say thanks to my pals for fillin’ you up, hm?”

you turn your head over to where alhaitham and wriothesley rested, giving them a soft smile. you mouth a meek “thank you”, too tired to even speak.

“let’s get ya’ all cleaned up-” your boyfriend starts to get up to go to the bathroom, yet your words make him stop instantly.

“itto” you moan, as if there was nothing else for you in this world but him, “i-itto”

he turns around to look at you, an amused and a little shocked smile on his face. “that’s me, love bug, the one and oni! whatdya need?”

you look at him through your thick eyelashes, a gleam of lust in your eyes. 

“need you” you whimper, “really really really need you”

with those words, he’s immediately on you, nestling himself between your plushy thighs.

“awwww, there’s my pretty girl!” he exclaims excitedly, his palms on each side of your head as he presses kisses all over you. “i’m here, baby, i’m here. i gotcha.”

oh, no matter how good any of his friends felt, itto will forever be your favorite. not only because intercourse with him is pure love-making, filled with adoration and love you have for each other, but also because itto fucked like the big, beefy demon he is - rough and fast.

“ohhh… itto-oh..” you moaned as he slowly eased his tip inside your gaping hole, trying not to be overly rough right out of the gate - but he can’t, there’s no way after he’s been edging himself for hours. his hips snap into yours and he bottoms out in you, making you scream out in ecstasy.

you were amused by it all, really. just ten minutes ago you were taking two above-average cocks inside and doing just fine, and now you’re struggling to take your boyfriend’s cock? itto laughed at how you struggled, soothing your sides gently.

“aww, sweets, still so tight? three dicks haven’t loosened you f’ me, baby?” you whine in embarrassment, arms locking around your boyfriend’s large neck. your pussy pulsated and spasmed around him, sore muscles trying to accommodate his enormous size.

he started moving slightly, rocking into you with gentleness and warmth. itto pressed loving, eager kisses trailing all the way from your eyelids to your collarbone, trying to get you to rest and enjoy after hours worth of rough sex. 

three minutes of him moving and you were already seeing stars. Itto was so big, so thick and deliciously long, that just his shallow thrusts could hit all the right spots in you. he hissed as you clamped down on him again:

“shit, love bug, easy there, baby! already milking me, fuck! don’t ya’ do that, sweets, or i won’t be able to control myself, ‘kay?”

he groaned into your ear, warming you with the weight of his large, warm body on top of yours. even though he warned you not to, you couldn’t help but tighten on him and whimper for more. his thrusts changed their pace from slow and loving to erratic and careless, fucking into you like all he wanted was to breed you full.

“ahhh… mhh.. none of them could fill ya’ like i can, baby… yeah? and none of them could make you feel good, hm? this pretty little cunt needs me to fill her up, yeah? breed her nice and good, like no one ever before, right? mphh.. like no one ever will.. mine, sweets, all of this is just f’ me..” he groaned into your ear as he fucked you, his big palms sliding down to your ass and giving you a light squeeze.

suddenly, you clamp down on him hard, making him lose his composure. his hips stutter and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he finally reaches his high after a whole evening of torture, burying himself as far deep as possible and draining those pretty balls inside you. it felt so good - and you knew it did, by the small tears of pleasure in the corners of his eyes.

he stuffed you so full that you were sure it would make your stomach bulge, it had to! your boyfriend fell on you once he came, nuzzling his face in your skin. after a few minutes of deep breaths and cuddling, itto sat up:

“wanna go get cleaned, love bug? I dunno about you, but I wouldn’t wanna sleep bein’ this sticky!”

you smirk mischievously, putting a gentle hand on his meaty, exposed tigh. instead of getting up like he had asked, you slide down to your knees, in between his legs.

“what… what are you doing, baby?”

you paw at his cock once again, beginning to harden in your hand once again.

“mh… wanna say sorry for makin’ you wait, itto… wanna be good…”

and good you were, giving him all the attention he missed earlier that evening.

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[allfearstofallto]

I swear to God Childe has so much potential as a yandere, I have this feeling that his soul “died” when he fall into the abyss, after that major event he is a completely different person and his parents knows it they saw it in his eyes, soulless, thirsty for blood and violence.

Imagine him in utter shock when his kids get scared of him, not realizing his love is twisted and sick in the head after they saw how he treats their mother by trying to mimic what he thinks is “love”, how she gets anxious whenever she’s around him,they can hear her cry every night from their bedroom despite her trying her best to be the mother they deserve knowing the circumstances that led to their births, Generally children can feel when something is happening in their household but cannot fully understand it due to their age (lol speaking from experience).

He thought he’d have a picture perfect family with his darling, but why now are they seeing him as if he some type of a monster? That will for sure would make him insecure and it brings up the abyss memories. He claims he loves them and their mother so much but why does he hurt their mama?.

Friend, this is literally a full fledged fic already! And it's incredible!! I've been thinking on this idea for a bit already cause I already had an ask similar to it, so I'll add onto your fic just a little bit!!

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

Forced Marriage AU

TW: Yandere themes, reader has children

Growing up in a large family with so many siblings to love and care for, laughter was a sound that he often heard. It was his favorite sound, other than the distinct noise that blood made when it dripped into freshly packed snow. Snezhnaya is cold, but laughter coming straight from your belly is so so warm.

He loves coming home to the sound of laughter. Childish giggles and your rich chuckles. He'd sit his bow down to the side and close the front door to the manor, a noise that was rather loud. He'd be smiling ear to ear, wanting to join in on all the fun, only to realize that the house was now quiet.

Childe went to the living room, where you sat with his two sons. Your two sons. His little bundles of joy that he was eternally grateful to have. The younger one rested on your lap, the other on the carpeted floor at your feet, with a myriad of toys splayed in front of him.

Why did you always make that face at him, he wondered. Big doe eyes, like deer in headlights, you always looked so stiff and scared around him. Maybe that's why in turn, the kids made that same face, maybe that's why the laughter always stopped when he entered the room. The kids would huddle in closer to you and farther away from him.

"It's nice to see you all together when I come home," he'd say, with that smile still on his face, but you could see the edges of his lips twitching. He was forcing this smile and you forced one back, gently tapping your son with your foot to tell him to do the same. He hesitated for a moment, then beamed up at him with a grin, missing his two front teeth.

"We missed you, papa!" He yelled, just as you told him to. Just the way Childe wanted. Your younger son continued to bury his face in your lap, trying to look any where but his father.

Childe didn't seem bothered by this and leaned down to tousle the boy's orange hair, making him flinch in your hold, "I always loved that they got my hair color," he said while looking at you, eyes so dead and empty, you thought you were looking into a void, "I never realized how well my hair and your eyes went together until I saw them."

"Is that so, my love?" You spoke warmly while gently trying to nudge your son from your lap, "We could talk more about it now. I was just going to send the boys to their rooms."

His expression finally changed. The facade finally fell. His smile dropped and his eyebrows furrowed. You could tell that he was trying to hold the expression back, trying not to scare the children, but they'd already notice his change in demeanor. His shift in attitude making the air feel thick and tight, constricting your chest.

"Why would we do that? We can just talk together, as a family,"

#mai<3 answers #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x you #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #genshin childe x reader

[d10nyx]

paint the town red

ft. pyramid head x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, dead dove, snuff(i think it counts for written work idk), big size difference, stalking, murder, physical injury, heavy non-con, gore, blood, violence, p in v, monster fucking

a/n: i'm so nervous to post this idek why 😭😭 um it's very dd:dne so proceed with caution! i lost followers after the cannibalism fic lets see if it happens again lmao

word count: 1k words

You've been running for so long that your lungs burn. In the distance, the loud screeching of the metal of that creature’s weapon grating along the concrete is the only thing letting you know he’s still hot on your tail. There's a heavy thumping of footfalls as he follows you, seemingly aware of every move you make. No matter how fast you run, he always seems to be close by, never faltering in his chase.

The fog is endless. The air is thick and starved of oxygen, making it harder to breathe and worsening your fatigue as you try to escape. You should be thankful for the creature's noise, as you can barely see two feet in front of you. You'd been drawn to this town, and now it would not let you go. Not until you had paid your debts - it appeared the Executioner himself would be the one to claim the price.

One wrong turn was all it took. It was so easy to get turned around in the fog, and you find yourself growing uneasy as an eerie silence settles around you. You can feel his presence, even if you can no longer hear him. There's an unmistakable terror that rises within you when he's nearby, like your subconscious can sense him even when there's no sign of him. The heavy thuds of his footsteps stop, and your steps falter as you try and figure out where to go next.

You didn't get the chance to make that decision.

You hear the familiar screech of his blade dragging along the floor right behind you, but before you can run, a strong arm settles around your waist, dragging you back against the hulking figure. He doesn't speak as he grabs hold of you, but you can hear the heavy breaths coming from underneath his large, triangular helmet.

You try your best to fight your way out. No matter what you do, he doesn't flinch. His breathing doesn't change. There's not a single sign that you're even hurting the thing. You kick back against his legs, hard enough that if he was human, his knees would give out. You claw, scratch, punch…

Nothing works.

He drops his weapon, and you don't stop panicking. He's no less intimidating without it - his hulking figure is a looming presence over you, and you're sure that he could snap every bone in your body without even trying. You scream as loud as you can, your throat turning scratchy and your ears ringing at the sound.

It doesn't matter. Nobody's coming to help you, and the creature only gets more excited by your torment. When you feel the evidence of his excitement, your blood runs cold.

You can feel his hardening cock pressing against your back, and you know any attempt to fuck you would kill you. It was long, and probably thicker than your forearm. You beg for him to let you go, plead until your voice grows weak. It just watches with sick satisfaction, waiting for the moment you give up and go limp in his arms.

In one fluid motion, he's got you pinned to the floor. His hand is harsh against the back of your head, slamming you hard enough against the ground that your nose breaks, blood pouring out steadily. You scream in agony, and the thing behind you lets out a pleased grunt, reaching under his bloodied apron to free his cock.

It ignores you as you beg for him to stop - to just kill you. His large hand rips right through your jeans and panties, leaving just enough access for him to push inside of you. It grows increasingly frustrated as any attempts at entry fail, eventually deciding to stop playing ‘nice’ and just thrusting his hips forward as hard as he can, tearing right through you.

Your throat is raw from how much you're screaming, your fingers clawing helplessly at the concrete below you. Your thighs are coated in a wet substance, which you vaguely register must be your own blood.

You're sure you're going to pass out soon. The pain has your body going numb, your body growing slack underneath him as he begins to thrust. Your mind tries to go somewhere else, but it's impossible to ignore the intrusion. Your stomach bulges grotesquely, the outline of the monster's cock visible even as he pulls back before slamming back in.

Your pulse weakens as he forces himself further inside, thrusting as deep as he can manage. You're barely conscious, bleeding and drooling all over the concrete beneath you. His thrusts falter slightly, and you feel a flicker of hope that this would all finally end.

Hope that is quickly ripped from you as soon as he grips your neck from behind, his hand squeezing your throat and cutting off all your oxygen. Good things don't survive in Silent Hill, and you should have known your brief respite wouldn't last. You raise your hands to try and pry him away from you, but it's no use. He's too strong, and you're too weak, only seconds away from passing out.

His thrusts resume, knocking you forward jnti his vice-like grip on your throat. You hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to your family. No one would know where to look for you - you'd just become another body lost to the horrors of this town.

Your chest heaves as you struggle to take in breaths. Your body consorts unnaturally as he starts to tug you back into his thrusts, a sickening crunch echoing in the air before he drops you back to the ground, your lifeless body thudding against the concrete.

The pain finally stops, the release of death smothering you like a warm blanket. The Executioner peels away from you, your blood joining the other victims’ on his apron. His punishment has been delivered, and he returns to stalking the town of Silent Hill, his knife dragging along the floor with that sickening sound echoing through the fog.

#dead dove do not eat #dark content #pyramid head #pyramid head smut #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head x you #red pyramid thing #silent hill smut

[simplyholl]

Out of My System Pt. 1

Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger Reader

Warnings: Eventual smut.

W/C: 1K

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You were sitting beside Loki just like you did every movie night, a large bowl of popcorn perched in his lap for sharing. You jumped and screamed so loud, when the monster grabbed the woman on the screen that it even startled Loki, who almost dropped the snack in the floor.

You reached for his hand, entwining your fingers with his long skinny digits. He stayed still for just a moment unsure of how to react to your touch. You felt him relax against you, accepting the affection. Each time, a scary part came on you would hide your face against his arm. He began to anticipate it. He wrapped his arm around you snuggling you closer. Now you could press your face against his broad chest.

You laid your ear against him, listening to the rhythmic sound of his heart beating. You had only been this close to the mischievous god while training. Otherwise, your friendship never crossed any unspoken boundaries. You were surprised how he had welcomed your touch. He wasn’t huge on affection, shying away from hugs, shoulder pats, even handshakes which surprised you. He only shook the hand of business men Stark needed him to schmooze, and only when necessary.

The movie was over too soon. The loss of warmth his body provided made you shiver as you walked to your room. Hurrying to your bed, your mind ran wild with thoughts of the creature from that horrible movie waiting for you underneath, grabbing your feet as you walked by and dragging you under there with it. You got under the blankets covering up every inch of skin. You were an Avenger for crying out loud. You had fought villains way scarier than the monster in the movie.

Still you couldn’t help the thoughts of it waiting to get you as soon as you peaked out from under the blanket. You heard the floor creak and you swear you stopped breathing for a second. Relax! It’s probably somebody walking in the hall. You squeeze your eyes shut willing yourself to fall asleep.

You convince yourself you feel someone staring at you. You give yourself a little pep talk slinging the heavy blanket off your face and retrieving your phone off your nightstand. You get back in your cocoon. You pull up the contact on your phone praying he answers.

“H..hello?” his groggy voice comes over the line and you’ve never been more grateful to hear anyone. “Loki, I need you to come to my room right now.” your voice barely comes out as a whisper. You are trying to stay quite just in case that creature can hear you.

“Darling, it’s three in the morning. I can barely hear you. This is not a good prank.” Click. He ended the call before you could ask for help. You dial his number again. He answers on the third ring. You decide you better make this call count so you start frantically yelling into your phone. “Loki, please don’t hang up! I know it’s three AM, but it’s the witching hour! That means this thing is gonna be that much stronger!! I need you to get in here right now before it kills me!”

You hear your door fling open. You stick your head out from your fortress. Loki is standing in your room, daggers in hand assessing the situation. “Where is it?” he growls. You can’t help the giggles erupting. He looks at you, confusion clearly eating him up.

“Promise you won’t be mad?” “I will make no such promise. Tell me what is so funny about your life being in danger.” You take a deep breath trying to suppress your laughter. “I kept thinking about that movie and I freaked myself out. I convinced myself it was in here with me. So there’s no real danger.”

Loki sighs heavily, running his hands through his slept on curls. He sets his daggers on your nightstand. “You said it was going to kill you.” “Sorry, I was being dramatic. I just didn’t want to be alone because I was scared. I didn’t expect you to burst in here like that. But since you’re here, do you mind staying with me? I know I’m safe with you here.” Loki agrees walking toward your couch.

“Can you sleep in the bed with me, please? I really freaked myself out and I just need to know that you’re right here if I need you.” He gets in beside you, and every fear fades into the darkness as you press your back against his chest. His arm rests against your stomach.

Loki planned to leave right after you fell asleep. He was sure he wouldn’t rest well, if at all. So he was surprised when the sun light peaked through your window and woke him the next morning. He was shocked to find your warm body still snuggled in so closely to his. He had only wrapped his arms around you to comfort you. He didn’t think he would be so reluctant to remove them.

He took the time to study your features. How your hair was a tangled mess even though it seemed like you hadn’t moved at all through the night. How the sun light made your face look almost angelic. He took note of how comfortable he was beside you. And that terrified him. That thought alone was enough motivation for him to go back to his own rooms.

Loki was sure he would never share Thor’s love for Midgardians. He didn’t understand his attraction to them. After Thor and Jane broke up, Thor had successfully seduced every woman he came across. It made Loki sick. He and his brother were gods. Midgardians were beneath them.

Loki waited until their trips to Asgard to sleep around. Those so called models paled in comparison to the goddesses back home. He had never thought highly of any person from Earth, until you.

You stumbled into his life and turned it upside down. You weren’t repulsive. You were beautiful. You weren’t ignorant, but intelligent. You were kind to him, when the rest of the pathetic planet either feared him or hated him. Loki had quickly offered you something he didn’t give lightly to any other person on Earth - his companionship.

Part Two

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[draftingnovels-imagines]

First Meeting \\ Werewolf x Reader + Vampire x Reader

Summary: The first meeting you have with your monster boyfriend

Tags: GN!Reader, Werewolf [full moon, trapped animal, bear traps (no wound descriptions), petting a werewolf, barista] / Vampire [high society events, waitressing, clumsiness, pet names, feasting, death (not graphic)]

Word Count: ~1200

Notes: I wanted to add a third "monster" in here but I couldn't figure out how to fit it in here. Maybe I'll introduce what I was thinking sometime later

Werewolf

The first time you lock your eyes is during a full moon.

You're making your way home. It's not that late, but it is rather cold outside. You're bundled up as best you can be in this weather. As you walk down the street, you hear an animal crying out in the brushes next to you. It's a loud, shrill sound. It sounds like it's in pain.

On any other day, you would have ignored the sound. However, something about it draws you close. It's probably a deer or something, right...? You go through the bushes to find a giant wolf. It towered over you, reaching up and away with fervor. Its leg was caught in a bear trap, and it looked rather bad. Nails dug into the dirt as it braced itself on a tree. Long fur swished as it tried its best to pull away and run, but it was to no avail. It howled again, loud and forlorn, before curling up. It looked resigned to its fate.

Then... it sees you.

It begins to snarl, bearing teeth and body shifting into a guarded stance. Was it truly angry or was it scared? You put your hands up. You don't mean any harm, but it doesn't know that. As you make your way over to the trap, it stays guarded but doesn't snap at you. It takes a minute, and a lot of strength, but you eventually open the trap and release the wolf. It limps out, standing at it's full, bipedal height. It suddenly dawns on you.

This is not a wolf. This is something else entirely.

For some reason, though. You're not scared. It's staring at you, lowering itself to be at eye-level. You reach out to pet it. It flinched at the thought of your touch, but eventually, it pressed its face into your hand. It's... warm, and fluffy. Like a large dog. You can't help but laugh. "Stay safe, alright?" You ask. It nods. Finally, it runs off into the night.

Probably one of the weirdest experiences you've had, but at least you saved it from whatever hunters put those traps up in the first place. You go to sleep to the sounds of howling. Before it was just annoying, but now you had a slight appreciation.

You wake up and go to a new coffee shop with a friend. They offered and there's no shame in trying something new!

It's packed. Clearly this is more of a hot spot than you two thought. The people behind the counter are working the hardest, but once catches your eye. He's at the counter is working on drinks for a moment before he comes up to the register. He looks tired, as if he didn't get much sleep the night before. His hair is messy and the bags underneath his eyes were deep.

"Hello. What can I get--" Once he focused on you, he cut himself off. His gaze felt familiar in a way you can't describe. You tilted your head in confusion.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's you. From last night. It's really you! I thought I'd never see you again." His grin is bright. You blink in confusion before you recognized him.

He's the wolf.

"Hey! You're holding up the line!" Someone shouts behind you. You look behind and see that the line is going out the door.

Maybe you two should have your reunion later.

Vampire

The first time you lock eyes, you see something you're not supposed to.

High-society events aren't your thing. The people they bring are somewhat selfish. Even so, tending tables was a good gig, especially at the most expensive venue in town. It paid enough and it allowed you to get a glimpse into a life you'd never have.

You make your way through the crowd, passing out hors d'oeuvres to anyone who wants. Some thank you, others turn their nose up to you and walk away. You've been working her for a while. At one point, the comments used to hurt you, but now they roll off your shoulders. This particular party is strange, though, but it's something you can't put your finger on. The guests are all affluent but mysterious. Some of these names you've never even heard of. Yet the clothes they wear and the people they're with clearly have more money that you've ever seen. As you deliberate on it and make your rounds, someone bumps into you. Luckily, you don't spill anything.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." He says, his tone seeming genuine. You chuckle. At least someone here was nice.

"It's fine. How are you finding our service here?" You ask, in your most customer-service tone.

"You don't need to talk to me like that, darling. I'm not above you."

Charming. Maybe asking him would get some answers. "Well, I am serving you and the rest of this party. Is it always this--"

"Dull? Oh, you have no idea. They try to have these galas once every few years, and yet they never really do anything with it!"

"I was going to say 'affluent.'"

"Oh." He clears his throat. "Er... yes. Sort of."

You briefly touch his hand and it's cold to the touch. He pulled away quickly, clearing his throat. "Already trying to get hands on me? You haven't even asked me my name yet." He chuckled. While he tried his best to be smooth, you could hear the nervousness in his voice. You went to ask, but were interrupted by your boss yelling at you for not being back.

Once meals are served, things settle down for you, save for refilling people's glasses. You're so close to getting a break! Unfortunately, you trip over one of the tablecloths and fall this time. The tray of wine glasses you're holding comes crashing down and makes a mess on the tile floor. You're not even sure what to do for a moment, frozen in shock. Other workers came and rushed you off, telling you to get a mop or something else to clean this all up. Luckily, your clothes weren't stained so you wouldn't have to get changed. Silver linings, right? Still, you go to the closet and pull on the knob. Locked.

...Locked? That doesn't make any sense. Why keep things locked up in case of a spill. Not thinking anything of that, you open the door.

You take in a breath and all you can smell is blood. It's pungent, and makes you cover your mouth. One of your coworkers, a girl you hadn't known well, lay still in the arms of a guy feasting on her neck. It's messy. It's repulsive. You can't even scream, it's so much. You just stand there in silence, eyes glued to the sight as he finishes the job. Once he's done, only then do you see his face.

It's one you were hoping not to see.

"It's you, darling."

#letters #vampire #werewolf #werewolves #vampire x reader #werewolf x reader #monster imagine #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster

[izvmimi]

cw: vampires and murder. cuz yk, vampires.

"stop right there!"

your voice rings loud and unmistakable in the cool, night air, but just moments after the words leave your lips, the rush of blood in your ears replaces the sound.

regardless, you keep your silver-gilded crossbow at the ready, your free hand hovering over the gun seated in the holster on your hip, and suddenly the cool metal of the dagger hung on your thigh is conspicuous, knowing very well that if you come to need it, you may have already lost.

the figure you just apprehended shifts, and your muscles tense as it straightens its hunch, letting the body he's been feeding from slip from his large hands and collapse onto a heap with a loud thud. your eyes move from him to a second, counting at least three bodies in the pile, about the size of grown men, and you feel bile rise in your throat. the vampire has fed well, which means it'll be harder to subdue.

you're too late.

the vampire cares very little about your warning - rather than freeze like the marble mockery of a man he is, he instead steps forward, and despite the fact that you're still so far away, you subconsciously take a step back in the alleyway, then remember that they can smell fear, and steady yourself instead. are you afraid? this is not the first time you've fought a vampire, and you are still alive to call yourself triumphant. so what if he's fed?

so what if as he moves, your crossbow wavers almost imperceptibly.

with every step, your heart thumps louder.

"do you mean to apprehend me?" he asks. as he steps into the pale moonlight, you can see the monster's face: alabaster skin, dark green eyes, a face that is boyishly handsome instead of gaunt and sinister, enough that you could almost forget the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. his voice is just as jarring as his appearance, as gentle as you would expect of a physic or perhaps a priest, rather than a demon. he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

"sorry about that," he laughs. it's musical; it both enrages and entrances you.

you click your bow.

"stay back, demon!"

his hands raise, and he is still smiling. his eyes gleam once.

"i only feed off of wrongdoers." he insists, feigning surrender. he is disturbingly pretty, in the way all members of their race are, enough to disorient you, and make you easier to feed. you try to ignore it and grit your teeth.

"you have no right to decide right from wrong!" you yell.

he flashes fanged teeth, no longer marred by the blood he's swallowed down.

"would you rather i harm the innocent indiscriminately, hunter?" he asks, cocking his head to the side. long, verdant curls follow his movement. you think about the dagger on your thigh again.

"do not pretend what you're doing is right," you mutter. you spit to the side, and when your gaze flits back to him, his eyes are narrowed.

"shoot then."

and you do.

everything that comes next happens in enough of a blur that you can't recall. he is like lightning and you are incapacitated quickly, pinned between a wall of muscle and a wall of brick, unsure which would be harder to force your way through. the force with which his hands press against your palms is crushing, your crossbow is far out of your reach, and the demon stares down at you.

he smiles as though deranged, as you'd imagine a cat grinning at its trapped mouse.

"you're slow," he sings.

there's not much for you to do now. any attempt to free yourself is met with nearly effortless resistance; as you kick he swats down your thighs and leans further, so that his body presses against yours with nary an inch of space. you scream, and he covers your mouth.

"why did they send you of all people?" he seems almost apologetic to kill you. when you bite his palm with all the force you can muster, he pulls his palm back, and looks at it, and there is barely a scratch. then he looks at you again.

"i mean, i don't know that you've done anything wrong, but i supposed drinking your blood would make you less of a nuisance." he says almost to himself. "technically if you do hunt vampires that would align you with good as you're protecting people, but i do find you annoying, and-"

you spit again, and he blinks.

then he frowns.

"i'm trying to find reasons to let you go," he says, wiping the spit out of his eye.

"fuck you."

he sighs.

"you're not even good at your job," he says with a half frown. your face grows hot and you struggle against him again, and he tuts.

"what if it had been a different vampire? you'd be dead by now! the bullet's trajectory isn't even fast enough, plus you left yourself open, and-"

while he berates you, you're reminded of your last resort. a slip of the tongue, the tiniest of concoction held in your upper right third molar. the taste of garlic powder mixed in holy water sits on your tongue-

and you press your lips to his.

the vampire's eyes widen.

moments pass, and you can feel his body grow limp, and then he staggers back. the back of your hands ache. you stumble out of his hold, and he chokes and sputters.

you pick up your crossbow and you aim it at him again.

another click.

the vampire catches the arrow in between his fingertips, still coughing and pounding at his chest, presumably to force out the last bit of the cursed concoction you've made him imbibe. you try not to think about the kiss, about your warm lips on his cold ones, reaching for your pistol.

by the time you're ready to shoot, he's recovered, and this time he's pinned you to the ground.

his breathing is different now. still drawing in deep breaths, but there's something in his look that's shifted. desire.

his voice is no longer gentle, and his look is wild, as though he means to consume you, but perhaps not in the way vampires are meant to.

he breathes out, voice shaky,

"do it again."

#this fic kind of sucks #but it's quiet so i should post it now #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #mimi's notes #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: izuku

[changingplumbob]

Samir at 5

I knew I wanted to have Reece and Samir going through a police report, but I figured to do that I would actually have to know what happened... So I did what I do and brainstormed via writing. I don't tend to do writing in the first person, but it felt right for this situation.

Here's Samir's experience of the attack that killed his parents. Content warning for death obvs (nothing is shown, just written).

Non English words Ab (Arabic) meaning father Abi (Arabic) meaning my father Ommi (Arabic) meaning mother

I’m not sure why I’m awake. I was having a bad dream, but now I’m awake I can’t remember what happened. I’m just left with the fear. Then I hear it. Through the wall comes a rhythmic... thumping? It doesn’t make any sense. Am I still dreaming?

Ab told me to be brave though. I want Ab to be proud of me. I pick up my stuffed bunny Babbit and hug him close. Slowly I crawl out of bed and approach my door, the tiles under my feet are cold. I press my ear to the wood and listen. I can hear Ommi crying. It sounds like Abi is comforting her. I know she likes my hugs, so I should go help. She always hugs me when I cry.

Nervously I inch open my door. I thought the noise was loud before. Oh, I was wrong. It’s much louder out here. I want to go back and hide in bed, but Ommi needs a hug. I leave my room slowly, Ab has his back to me and can’t see. If I want to get to Ommi I have to go past that front door. Out here I can tell it’s more than just thumping. There's a scratching noise to. It sounds like something wild is trying to get in.

We had a wild racoon under the house a month ago. Ab said it was sick and I wasn’t to touch it. Sometimes it would throw itself against the floorboards under my room. It would scratch at the beams beneath my bed, but that stopped last week so it must be better now. Perhaps it’s come back with its friends to steal more of our old fruit. As I tiptoe past the door, I hear something I can’t place. It’s a low deep growling. I’m sure it can’t be a racoon now and I freeze in place. I don't know what to do.

“Samir!” Ommi calls my name and I turn to her. She looks pale. I’ve never seen her pale before. Abi turns to me. He looks afraid. I didn’t know Ab could be afraid. He always chides me for jumping at noises in the woods, telling me nature is our friend and I must learn to be brave. I don’t think what’s at the door is our friend. I hug Babbit tighter.

“Hide Samir!” Ab and Ommi both move towards me then. I feel bad, maybe I’ve been caught doing something wrong. I back up. Then there’s a rush of air that blows me backwards along with the sound of wood tearing apart. Babbit isn't in my hand anymore. From the floor I can’t believe what I see. It’s not... it's not right. I can't be awake yet.

Moving through the doorframe is something large and not human. I don’t take it all in, I can’t, because of the eyes. They are bright red with flaming light, glowing. Sort of like the candles on my birthday cake last week. But this blaze isn’t fun, it scares me. Is it here to set me on fire?

I look around me for Babbit and start to scream for my parents when it happens. Broken light showing something sharp, and too big, I can't move away. Pressure on my skin and then I’m in agony. I think I hear Abi screaming, but it's starting to sound far away. You shouldn't yell at monsters, they'll just get mad, that's why I leave the one under my bed alone.

I look and can see my nightshirt is torn. Deep gashes cover my chest and I’m bleeding. I’ve bled before. I’ve lost count of how many trees I’ve fallen out of. Ommi always patches me up after. This is... different. The gashes are throbbing rhythmically, just like the thumping at the door was.

“Please, just let us-“ I can hear that Abi has his words cut off. I try to wake up but I can’t. It’s a nightmare, why can’t I wake up? I shouldn’t be dreaming this much pain. Then Ommi is over me, pressing something on my chest. I try to tell her it hurts, that I need Babbit, that I just want to give her a hug, but I can’t get any words out.

“Hold on Samir, hold on” I try to. I try to stay awake but it hurts so much... it hurts too much. Then Ommi is on top of me, pressing into me, I don’t know why. She’s heavier than I thought. I try to move but the weight of the blanket and her keeps me pinned. I can breathe but its tricky, and I can't see anything under Ommi. As I begin to feel less I can hear far too much. Strangled sobbing, strange tearing noises, a gurgling above me, my heartbeat in my head. Behind it all that low deep growl uttering nonsense words. Then everything is numb, and everything is dark.

REMINDER

Samir now does NOT remember all of this by the way, his brain has made him forget most of it. He does have nightmares about it from time to time, but like many dreams once he wakes up they mostly slip away.

#draft from the past #I do get emotional editing this #Because I get attached to my sims #writing #creative writing #First person #sim backstories #SamirHadji #sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #simblr #sims 4 story #tw death #R0806

[waltwhitmansbeard]

turned my water into wine #50

surprise, bitch, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. this one was prompted by duchesscharliejames on ao3. see my masterpost.

There aren't a great many things that Grog takes seriously. Ale. Bedding women. His axe, which he sharpens with reverence every night before bed. His position within the Royal Guard, even though technically there are no more royals to guard. He's content to keep an eye on the young once-royals when they gallivant about, trusts that his size and his scowl will keep any and all threats away from his charges.

But what Grog sometimes fails to account for is how wily young children can be. Grog is fast, but not as fast as them, and it's easier to keep threats from them than it is to keep them from threatening themselves. Scanlan has accused Grog on more than one occasion of having a death wish—yes, his first thought upon being confronted by an owlbear was to wrestle it, is that so insane?—but his impulsivity could never compare to the way Vax and Keyleth's children throw themselves head-first into danger. How many times has Grog retrieved them from a tree they could climb up but not down, or snatched them back just before they darted right beneath a horse's hooves? Grog takes keeping these young ones alive very seriously, because it is, quite frankly, very difficult.

When Vilya and her visiting cousin, Vesper, wish to go play bandits in the woods, Grog is more than happy to join, mostly because he, too, loves playing bandits. The forest at the edge of Zephrah is bare this time of year, most of the leaves already littering the floor, which the girls crunch happily as they dash between trees. Grog plods along, doing his best to keep both excitable girls in his view at all times.

Vesper runs up to him and tugs on his trouser leg. "Grog, will you be a scary monster?"

Grog would love to be a scary monster. He fixes his face into a terrible grimace and roars. The girls shriek with delight and take off, and Grog gives chase. Vesper was closer, so he goes after her first, taking long, slow strides after her as she howls. He lets her get away from him for a minute or two before swooping in and catching her, lifting her high into the air as she wriggles and squeals and laughs.

Putting on his best monster voice, deep and silly, Grog says loudly, "Mmm, one little girl to eat, but I think TWO would be even better!"

Just as he turns to head after Vilya, he hears a high-pitched, terrified scream, and Grog knows in his bones that it is not the excited scream Vesper gave while being chased. He tears off at once, trying to remember the direction in which he saw Vilya run. Vesper is tucked under one arm like a ball. "Grog, was that Vilya?"

She sounds scared, and Grog doesn't know what to tell her, because he's scared, too. "I think so." His words are punctuated by a growl, low and ominous. It's coming from their left, so Grog turns and moves in that direction. Ahead, he can see her, little Vilya, back up against a tree, but she's not moving, save for the tremble Grog can see even from here.

He stops, turns, and sets Vesper high up in the branches of a tree. "Stay here," he commands, keeping his voice low. "Do not make a sound, and do not climb down on your own." Vesper nods, eyes wide with terror.

Grog's instinct is to creep forward, but the leaf litter will be too loud under foot to allow for stealth. Instead, he bounds in Vilya's direction, throwing himself, snarling and huge, between her and what he now sees to be a mountain lion ready to pounce. He roars, not the playful roar from before, but a powerful, booming, furious roar. The mountain lion ducks even closer to the ground, and so Grog takes a large, threatening step forward. Clearly decided that the delicious child would not be worth the risk, the big cat slinks off, disappearing between the trees.

Before he can turn around, Grog feels something slam into the back of his leg as tiny arms wrap around him. Vilya is shaking so much Grog's teeth chatter. He spins as best he can and crouches down in front of her. "Are you alright, Vily?"

Vilya lets go of his leg to throw her arms around his neck, and he catches her easily. "That was really scary."

Grog hugs her tight. "Yeah, it was. I haven't been that scared in a long time."

Vilya looks up at him, confused. "But you weren't scared. You were brave."

"Well, those two things can happen at the same time, Vily. I was brave in front of the mountain lion, because it's my job to keep you safe. But before that? I was very scared that something bad was going to happen to you."

"Oh." She chews her lip thoughtfully. "I'm glad you were scared, then, because it meant you could be brave, and I really needed you to be brave."

Grog hugs her again. "I'll always be brave for you, Vily, don't you worry. But hey." He tweaks her nose with his massive finger. "You were pretty brave, too."

Her eyes go wide. "I was?"

"You stared down a mountain lion. That's some hero stuff if I've ever saw it." She giggles, and he lifts her up to sit on one of his shoulders, and it's a short walk back to the tree where he left Vesper.

"VIL!" She scrambles onto Grog's other shoulder when he approaches and throws her arms around her cousin over his head. "I was really scared!"

"Me too," Vilya replies, "but I was also brave."

As Grog sets off back toward the cottage on the edge of the castle grounds, Vilya begins to tell Vesper all about her mountain lion encounter. Vesper listens in rapt attention, waiting for the end to say, "Whoa. You have got to tell everyone that story when we get home."

True fear strikes Grog right in the heart—he does not want to lose this job. "Uh, maybe we keep this adventure to ourselves, alright, girls?"

#critical role #critical role fic #critical role au #cr fic #cr au #vox machina #vox machina fic #vox machina au #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #my fair lady #turned my water into wine #my fic

[riahlynn101]

"Everything Will Be Okay (Eventually)."

Summary: Inspired by this scene from "Bridge to Terabithia," https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=876q4m1O408

Mike comes to terms with the fact that his brother is never coming home again. Slowly and painfully.

Trigger warnings: Implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, grief, guilt, and a child in distress.

This scene broke me as a kid, and I think it fits Mike's character (ironic considering both characters are played by Josh Hutcherson).

I will write something happy, eventually. I promise, but something about these siblings makes me want to write all the angst.

--

Mike stumbles out of the house, stopping just barely to slip his shoes on. He needs to leave. He needs to get out. He needs-

The houses pass by in a blur. Mike runs as fast as he can. The wind catches in his hair, blowing it off his tear-stained face. He doesn’t know where he’s going, or why he’s running. Only that he needs to get away. 

He runs several blocks down. A dead-end, where the street meets a forest. A simple metal sign warns off potential intruders. Mike climbs over it and continues running. 

The trees tower over him, blocking out the setting sun. It’s not completely dark, but it will be soon. Animals chatter, hiding in the trees and bushes. Their songs a background noise to his spiraling thoughts. 

His foot catches on a tree root, pulling him to the ground. He falls on his hands and knees. A dull pain radiates from his palms, mingling with the ache in his sides. His breaths come out faster. He heaves, using one of his skinned palms to pull at his shirt. 

Mike’s heart beats faster. It, too, hurts. 

Garrett and he used to play in these woods all the time. Any free time they had they were playing pretend here - tag and hide-and-seek and pirates and two people piloting a plane…...

Behind him, a stick cracks. 

Chest heaving, he pushes himself up. He needs to go. Someone is here. They’re going to hurt him. They’re going to take him. Just like they did to-

Mike forces himself into a sprint, pushing past the achy feeling in his body. The forest is darker now. It makes it hard to see. His mind is racing, thoughts scattered in a thousand different places. 

Whoever’s chasing him speeds up. Underbrush is kicked up, as he does everything in his power to go faster. Mike sucks in air, but it doesn’t help. More sticks break behind him. 

He imagines a huge, hulking monster with red eyes and large claws clamoring after him.

Last Halloween, he watched The Thing with his little brother. Not their smartest idea, as they both had nightmares for weeks on end afterwards. The monster’s true form is never revealed, but Mike’s mind had no problems coming up with what it thinks the monster looks like. A similar image of the movie monster pops into his head, pushing him to stay out of its claws. 

“Mike!” The monster calls out, sounding oddly familiar. But he won’t be fooled. 

Mike dashes further into the woods. It’s so dark now. He stops for a moment. Everything feels like it’s spinning. Faster and faster. He gulps down some air, looking around. From here, everything looks the same. He can’t tell where he came from. 

A hand clamps down on his shoulder. “Michael-”

He screams, loudly. 

So loud that the hand yanks itself away, only to come back a moment later to pull Mike closer. The monster shushes him. “Mikey, Mikey, it’s okay. Shhh…it’s okay.”

Mike opens his eyes. He looks up. “D-dad…?” All his previous fear vanishes. He collapses against his dad, who carefully kneels on the ground. A stern expression on his face. He holds Mike’s face in his hands.

“Mike, what are you doing out here? Your mother and I were worried sick..”

“I-I…” He can’t get the words to come out. 

“What?” His dad asks, sounding genuinely concerned. Which, for some reason, hurts worse than if they just blamed him for the whole thing. “Please, Mike, we just want to-”

“I’m sorry,” he finally says. Hot tears drip from his eyes. He sniffles, chest stuttering. 

“For what?” A thumb wipes at his tears, and his dad’s eyes soften just a touch. “What in the world are you saying sorry for?”

“For…I’m sorry….I…” He sobs, throwing himself at his dad’s chest. A hand cards through his hair. 

“Is this about your brother?”

He nods, fists clutching his dad’s jacket. Even if he doesn’t deserve it, Mike can’t bring himself to let go. One last lifeline. 

“Son, that wasn’t your fault.”

“But it was!” Mike insists, voice going up an octave or two. Snot and tears mix, making his neck feel all sticky and gross. His chest and throat ache from the force of his crying. “I…I should have been watching. It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault. It’s all my-”

His dad cuts him off. “Michael Schmidt, stop it!” 

Mike takes a shaky breath, letting his dad speak. His dad holds his chin in place with one hand, making sure that Mike hears him, fully and completely. 

“None of this, and I do mean none of this, is your fault. It’s not mine. It’s not your mother’s. And it is certainly, one hundred percent, not yours. Do you understand me?”

He sobs again, and his dad lets him go, letting Mike cling to him. “Why did they have to take Garrett!? Why my little brother!? Dad why!?” The words come out nearly unintelligible, mumbled and garbled by his sobs, but his dad seems to understand him anyway. 

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, kissing the top of Mike’s head. “I have no idea.”

“I just want my brother back! I miss him so much! I want to play with my best friend again! It hurts so much! Why does it hurt so much!?”

His dad lightly hums, continuing to stroke his hair. “I don’t know.”

“I keep watching the door, hoping that he’ll come home. But-but he never does. Garrett’s not coming home, is he?” He asks in a strained voice. 

His dad stays quiet, and that’s all the answer that Mike needs.

For hours (though, in reality it’s probably an hour at most), his dad holds him in the middle of a quickly darkening forest. Mike wails. All the pent-up grief and sadness and anger at the entire situation, makes itself known. 

When he can’t muster up any more tears, Mike and his dad walk home in silence. His dad keeps a gentle hand on his shoulder the entire walk back, guiding and reassuring him that everything’s going to be okay. 

And it will be….

…. eventually….

#fnaf movie #fnaf fanfic #fnaf mike schmidt #garrett schmidt #mike and garrett #tw grief #tw implied kidnapping #hurt/comfort #inspired by a movie #Mike needs a hug #He gets one

[domesticandlovingmonsters]

Visiting Raven

Monster Pairing: Connor (Male!Vampire) x NB Reader Notes: short story, sfw, cuddles; I tried to find this on my blog but I think Tumblr ate it up. So, I'm reposting it after trying to clean up my masterlist.

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Tap Tap Tap Tap

You grumbled and rolled over onto your side. Shoving your face into the pillow, trying to drown out the irritating sound by your head.

TapTapTapTap

The sound picked up pace this time. And the echo of the sharp noise against glass radiated through your bedroom. You groaned and drowsily waved your hand in the air. As dismissing whoever was making that noise.

TAPTAPTAPTAP CRACK!

You shot up into a sitting position. A loud yelp of surprise as the harsh sound split the somewhat silence of the night. Your window was splintered with spider-webbed cracks. All leading towards the centre where a black beak was pierced through the glass. A large raven stood outside the now broken window. Eyes wide in shock as it looked to you, to the window and then back. You said nothing. Only stared as the bird yanked its beak out of the glass; breaking it even more to the point that shards of window fell to the floor.

"Err, I'll fix that, lass." The raven cooed. A thick Irish accent clicking through its beak. It then hopped through the large hole it made in your window. "Promise."

You glared daggers at the raven. Deciding you were far too tired to deal with Connor's shit right now. A glance at your phone, told you it was 2am in the morning. The Sun was no near rising and you were very pissed off now. So, to keep the peace between you and your friend, you threw the blanket over your head and collapsed back into bed. Ignoring the raven completely. A soft croak could be heard outside the blanket's confines. And then the sound of rustling feathers followed, quickly replaced by a dramatic sigh and cold body crawling up behind you. Outside the blanket, Connor tickled the area were your back should be. You couldn't see it, but he was wearing one of his very guilty "kicked-puppy" faces. One you absolutely knew he'd play on until you forgave him for the window.

"Come on, lass. It was an accident. I really am sorry." He purred, letting his accent thicken slightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "Look at me. Ya can't stay made at something this pretty."

"As long as I don't look at you, I can stay infuriated as long as I damn well please." You grumbled. Eyes tightly closed and covered by your arm. Just encase Connor got any bright ideas to rip the blanket off you.

Connor sighed. Moving so he could nuzzle his face into the crook of your covered neck. His arm snaked over your waist and he gently squeezed you against him. "I'll make it up to ya. How about a coffee date?"

"At 2am?! I'll be up for the rest of the morning! No." You snapped.

"I'll read you a bedtime story." Connor suggested. A cocky smile stretching his lips. "Sing you a lullaby in Gaelic? Come on, lass. Give me something. I feel really bad about what I just did."

You sighed. Stretching out the moment of silence just to torture him. But after a few seconds, you threw back the blanket and gave Connor one of your most venomous glares your tired mind could bring up. "Why are you here, Connor? You know I have a rule about being woken up after midnight."

"I know. I know. And I am sorry, but I needed to ask a human a question. And you're the only human that answers my weird questions seriously and without judgement." Connor seemed to perk up now you were out from under the blanket. Which, and you'd hate to admit it out loud since you're trying to be stern with him, was too adorable for a grown 400 year old Vampire to be.

You turned to lay on your back, giving Connor your attention and also to cuddle somewhat into his chest. "Fine. What do you want to know?"

"I heard from a Plague Doctor that Humans have enough bacteria in you to weigh around four pounds. Is that true?" Connor's eyebrows tweaked in a way that only added to how childish he looked. Like a toddler asking how the moon phases worked or why the sun goes down every day.

You were caught off guard by the question. Why on earth would a Plague Doctor know that? And why was Connor even with Plague Doctor?? "I, uh, I actually don't know. Let me look it up." You reached over to your phone and opened it up. Tapping away and clicking on various sites that came up. You read them quickly, mostly breezing through the words until something caught your interest. As much as Connor was capable of looking this up himself, you knew he also liked sharing knowledge with you. It was half the reason why he brought really weird questions to you. And also, you were sure he just wanted to excuse to come see you.

"Ah, ok. So, what I can tell, we just have a shit-ton of bacteria. A few sites say the amount could collectively weight a few pounds if put all together. And apparently we have more bacteria cells than Human cells. Huh, the more you know." You said, glancing up to look at Connor. Who was also reading over your shoulder at what was on the small screen.

"So, the Doctor wasn't wrong. But neither really right." Connor murmured.

"I mean, he could be right. Also, who is this Plague Doctor? I didn't think they still exist." You asked with interest. Lowering your phone so Connor's crimson gaze had to focus on you. Your flight or fight reflex kicked in motion for a moment as his red pupils fixed on you. It was a common thing with him. And it still made you feel guilty to remember how you use to cower under his gaze because of his predatory gaze. Thankfully, it wasn't so bad now.

"An old fart who still wears the freaky bird masks. We got talkin', he's my supplier for O type blood. Makes it easy so when I'm lazy I can just call him up." You rolled your eyes but nodded. Attempting to go back to reading, only to be suddenly crush under a certain Vampire who decided to drape himself ontop of you. He caught your phone as it was slapped out of your hands. Carefully placing it down on the bedside table before turning his gaze back to you. A cheeky smile played along his lips and you couldn't help but feel a little flustered under this circumstance.

"Connor, what are you doing?" You asked. Pretending not to feel a little giddy with the Vampire leaning over you.

"Gettin' comfortable." He replied. Winking down at you before he moves his arms under your back to properly hold you. Then, he shoves his face against your bare neck. Pressing a gentle kiss there before nuzzle just under your jawline.

You smiled and shook your head. Allowing your arms to wrap around him and trail idly along his back. Scratching between his shoulder-blades and scraping the strands of hair above his neck. Connor shivered with a soft whimper of delight. He was much like a puppy. Loved attention, and loved getting scratched along his back.

"Is this the other reason you broke my window tonight?" You asked, holding a small bit of irritation to the snarkiness in your voice. Connor huffed softly. Reluctantly pulling his lips away from your neck to properly look down at you.

"I really am sorry about the window, lass." Connor pouted. Eyebrows dipping in a guilt ridden expression. Lips pursed in a way that made him look like he was about to cry. All while his fingers gently brushed along your cheeks. Tucking your hair behind your ear and tickling soft skin of your shoulders. You groaned heavily and held his face in your hands.

"Stop using that damned adorable face! I forgive you! You're fine, but seriously. Did you come here to cuddle?"

Connor nodded and buried his face back into your neck. His arms flexed for a moment, giving you a tight embrace before releasing you. "Yes. I'm needy and clingy. I need cuddles or I get grumpy." The Irishman grumbled. The soft tickle of his voice against your neck made you giggle. And you couldn't help but squeeze him back. "That's fine. Just next time, don't tap against the window. I'm like a goldfish. I get startled easily." 

#connor #connor x reader #male vampire #male vampire x reader #shape shifting vampire #vampire x reader #vampire x nb reader #monster #male monster #monster x reader #male monster x reader #sfw #cuddles #monster cuddles

[eldritch-spouse]

Breg with a s/o who is a voyer/exhibitionist likes watching him get off but likes knowing that he's a peeping to looking at her playing with herself

[Going to focus on voyeur for this because I think it's funnier. Fem reader.]

(Minors dni)

You're pretty sure he doesn't know you're home yet.

Breg has very good hearing, you've learned that within little time of letting him move in, when he would complain about sounds you barely registered and knew where you were at basically all times, something that admittedly scared you a tad.

This makes it so that the breeder can tell when you're coming home ahead of time, therefore he's almost always at the door ready to greet you with a warm embrace as soon as you make it through. When this is not the case, you know Breg is either in trouble or up to no good.

The apartment was mostly quiet, nothing was broken, no signs of there being any sort of altercation. Perhaps he's not home, you had thought while setting your things down, maybe today you'd have some time for yourself. A moment of respite away from the overly clingy and suffocating monster who you begrudgingly began sharing your living space with.

You're taking your jacket off when a muffled noise reaches your ears. That definitely wasn't furniture shifting. A creak follows. Yeah no, someone is home. Maybe not Breg, but certainly something. Perhaps that strange dark-eyed monster that looks more like a hat-wearing cat than anything. What was his name again? Fasm? Phantasm? Fuck it, that drunkard Breg associates with for some reason.

You pass by the kitchen, living room and hall silently, seeing nothing of interest, but making it a point to peep into Breg's bedroom. Empty, a little messy. That means whatever's in your home has entered your bedroom. Grand. Fantastic. You don't exactly have a weapon at hand, but there is a pepper spray in your bag, so you quickly fetch it before peeking past your slightly ajar door-frame.

Yeah no, now you really want to use that pepper spray...

Guess who is home after all? Why, dear old Bregory!

Rolling in your sheets like a fucking mutt.

Maybe it's just because you've lived a moderately sheltered and uneventful life, but you've never met anyone so blatantly filthy. There he is, not a care in the world, face stuffed in your pillow as the large monster very clearly humps at what you'll guess is a balled-up mass of your bed sheets. He's just... Going at it, no shame, no noise control, no recognition of your stunned silhouette very clearly gawking at him through the entrance.

So this is why Breg is so insistent on wanting to do the laundry all on his own. It finally dawns on you why your bed sheets are constantly replaced. Clever fucker, to think he does this so frequently... That he can look you in the eyes knowing the things he's done. Maybe even enjoys the thrill of it. You feel disgusting while staring at the breeder, letting this happen as opposed to putting an immediate stop to it as anyone normal and sane should.

But it's also not like he hasn't done the exact same thing to you before. You distinctly remember those incidents where you could clearly tell the pale monster was peering inside your bedroom as you changed. Sometimes from a distance, other times glued to your door. Breg is seldom ever subtle. You knew he was there all those times, and you liked it. You loved the way his faint breathing would pick up as you let the fabric of your shirt drag over your breasts or the way he'd lose focus and let his tail thump against the wall whenever you bent a little too much to take your pants off. It's a form of control that keeps you high. His helpless peeping Tom tendencies, while reprehensible at best and dangerous at worst, flatter you to no end. You're sure that he touched himself at least one of those times, you could have sworn-

A moan.

It was loud enough to snap you back into reality, forcing you to gulp and guiltily study the view.

Breg is rolling his hips faster into the makeshift nest of fabric, making clipped noises of desperation the closer he crawls to his peak. One hand is beneath the pillow, shoving it hard against his face, mouth parted so he can presumably inhale the scent of you better. The other is busy holding the sheets in place. The force of his thrusts rocks the mattress a good bit, your eyes are glued to the way his leg muscles tense and jut- You've no doubt he'd he spearing himself as deep into your poor little pussy as possible if you were actually there, beneath him. It's an admittedly arousing sight, you'll give Breg that much, he's good at putting on a depraved show or two.

Another senseless, breathy noise against the plush of your pillow and Breg's hips cant, the very same hand stationed beneath his body clearly gripping both his cocks through the thin fabric. The monster strokes himself quickly, almost too fast for your vision, abdomen shifting and limbs trembling as he lets out another muffled sob and suddenly snarls his way to a potent climax.

Fucking filthy.

The way the breeder's upper body flops onto the comparatively tiny bed while he lazily pumps the cum out of his shafts would be hilarious if you weren't turned on enough to feel your heartbeat in your cunt by now. Head still not facing the door-frame, your sleazy roommate appears to be in a state of total bliss, merely catching his breath as globs of thick spent paint your miserable bed. The sheets can't hold it back, much to your surprise. You wonder how long it takes the monster to clean up after himself...

Alright, that's enough of a show for today. You know better than to linger by now, know it's best not to let your mind dwell on these scenes and risk falling into weakness, giving yourself to a creature that already can barely behave itself around you.

Casually, you knock twice on the door, immediately jolting Breg into a mess of gross soiled fabric.

" I'm going out to eat, I expect this room to be spotless when I come back. "

And with that very simple message, you begin walking out the apartment, personal belongings in hand.

" Wait-! " Breg's distressed voice reaches out, followed by a jarringly loud THUMP, which you presume means he tripped all over the tangled nest of bed sheets. Hah, karma.

You're already out the door before he can get back up.

#Bregory #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #yandere monster #terato #a little rushed sorry

[sheena-yuet]

I heard you wanted prompts for G!Wilbur, I'm happy to oblige, sorry for any grammatical mistakes.

Wilbur isn't human he's never been human.

Hes been simply using a disquise so he can study the earthlings, unfortunately he's became to much of a hit on earth and eventually made friends with people who also have all eyes on them.

So he has to leave the bracelet that gives him the illusion of a human and the very small height of one on, passed it recommend usage.

He knows one day it will bite him is the butt but he didn't realise that day would be today.

While joining in with a vlog for Tommy's channel, him philza and Tommy explore the woods looking for supposed cryptids.

Wilbur's braclet begins to beep alerting him that a new battery is needed, but Wilbur doesn't have a new battery as the usage was only supposed to be bare minimum and not excessive.

He can't let them discovery what he is, not because it will harm him or his kind but he fears they will fear him see him as a monster.

So without thinking, which is surprising as his kind is known for thinking maybe earth's customs were rubbing of on him more then he thought.

He made his way further into the woods, no suprise that Philza and Tommy followed worriedly.

Tommy can clearly see Wilbur pale face and his behaviour suggest somethings wrong so he calls of the vlog, Wilbur follows them back due to him not having a choice in the matter as every time he stopped Tommy stopped and retreated back to him, he was rather clinging.

Wilbur believed he had more time unfortunately he didn't his bracelet made a louder sound now loud enough for humans ears, philza and Tommy stand at the exit of the large forest, lookin around until their eyes land on Wilbur as they determine the strange sound is coming from him.

Wilbur's body seers with pain as he body begins to grow back to its original height due to the rapid change, he stumbles backwards squashing the trees behind him, he grabs his head breifly, before quickly staring down making sure he didn't hurt his friends, he is practically sitting up on a bunch of large trees that would have been hundreds of years old as if they were blades of grass.

He focus his eyes to see the two small figures, Tommy face read confusion but mixed with amazement and Phil's he never wished to see that look on him especially directed at him, fear and protectiveness of Tommy,he viewed Wilbur as a threat and he understood why.

(Wilbur's species is actually the third smallest species in the galaxy where as earth is the first, Wilbur speices where born with super seeing and hearing and they are considered one of the most intelligent speices in the galaxies, Wilbur was hired like a scientist to see if humans are qualified to be consider sentient enough on their standards not humans, and Wilburs originally conclusion based on intelligence they weren't, but his report is still on going.)

Did I make up all this on the spot in 10 min because you wanted something, Yes I did.

Feel free to change or use however you want to or not use it, it doesn't matter.

:P

ANOTHER STUNNING STORY WRITTEN BY @apersonstories

ohhhh I LOVE the scene where the tiny watching their giant friend slowly showing their true identity in the most awkward way.

Like the giant may lost their best frd because of this .Imagine the tiny's view, its quite terrify. Seeing ur frd growing into a 'monster' Like the whole moment is SO INTENSE . Anddddd i always love that when the giant shifted back to their original size, they may have a growing-pain or headache orrr they feel super dizzy. So they can't really notice a lot of things around them. But still they are trying their best not to hurt their tiny friend :'00000

#giant/tiny #g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #giant tiny #giant and tiny #inbox response #g/t community #gt #g!wilbur #t!tommy #t!phiza

[heartfullofleeches]

Static with a reader who brings a friend to meet static (the friend has a crush on the reader) then static gets scared your going to leave them so they take the reader down the elevator thing and beg the reader not to leave them and say that they are their mate not their friends mate

"Promise me you won't freak out?"

"I promise."

Darkness covers Reed's face as you tie a blindfold over his eyes, color similar to its red hue as you lock your fingers with his. The two of you had grown pretty close in the few years you'd know each other; two peas in a tight pod. Over the course of the last three months, however, you had been slowly drifting away. He prodded you for answers, yet you kept your lips tight; afraid of what he might think if he knew the truth. That all vhanged today, when you decided it was finally time for the two most important people in your life to meet.

He hears the sound of a door pop open; swallowing the breath he held as you both step inside the abandoned house at the edge of town. Reed had felt a little unease pulling up to the place, but decided that if you wanted to kill him, you would have done so already. The dwelling sucked away any light that may have snuck through the mask, anxiety rising - had it not been for you squeezing his hand.

You stop. He can feel the free air of a large, open space. Hand raised to your mouth for effect; you shout.

"Static! I'm home!"

A popping sound greets his ears; like the floorboards of the house finally giving out after all these years. It follows shuffles across the floor. Was it from whatever you had called? Some type of stray animal?

The sound ascends to the faint crackle of static; the hairs on his neck at attention. Behind him, the draft entering the room just stops; a large mass blocking the doorway of whatever place he was in. He feels breathing on the back of his neck, hair tickling his spine. Hesitantly, he turns around and pulls down his blindfold; meet with the hostile, static filled eyes of your beloved monster.

"You shouldn't be here."

Its voice hisses in his brain; adding further to the fear rocking through every fiber of his being. He falls onto his back, crawling until he reached a wall. It still glared in his direction, but was stopped from moving forward by you; your grasp now belonging to the creature. As if it were the one that was scared.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

"Reed. This is Static. Static. This is Reed." You calmy reply, gesture between the two. "I met them a while back and they just kinda attached to me. They're not anything like the rumors say. They care about me."

Static chirps at you words, rubbing its face against your cheek with a small lick of its tongue. Their arms wrap around your neck as they stare at Reed again, pulling you to their chest protectively. They hiss lowly at him.

"This.. this is crazy, Y/n. That thing is a monster!"

Static's protests grow louder. You pull free from their grip and walk over to him. Nobody ever said this would be easy, but you were sad he wasn't a little more open minded. Something he could see in the way you looked at him.

"I know they aren't the most... friendly looking, but they're a good friend to me. Just like you. Do you think you could hold out for a little bit? For me?"

Reed falls silent. He looks between you and Static, who only had eyes on you. Staring back at you, he felt the strings of his heart being play at the hopefulness in your words. Begrudgingly, he agrees.

"Alright.. fine."

"I knew you'd come around." You smile, offering him your hand. He takes it and stands up with you, still holding on. He brushes his thumb over the back of your palm as red dusts his cheeks; something you didn't notice, but Static did. And they weren't going to allow it.

A sharp crackle racks through both your skulls; followed by a loud, guttural:

"Mine"

Static closes the small distance and pushes Reed aside, picking you up and sprinting towards the kitchen. You protest, but they just hold onto you tighter. He follows suit; reaching the door just in time to see a smaller door opened and you pushed inside. Your screams echo against the walls of the dumbwaiter; Static glance back at Reed before they descend after.

"Stay away.."

The opening of the dumbwaiter grows farther away as you sink into the darkness of the basement; its broken pipes all you see. You eventually land, your fall broken by soft pillows. A small mountain of them had been pushed over where the elevator would have landed. From what you had seen, Static could land at this height with no problem. Was this pile really for them, or for you?

The room was filled with things from past owners. Dressers, cabinets, items just thrown about. Static climbs down the dumbwaiter shaft; crawling along its walls until it stopped over you. It looms over your smaller body, with a soft gaze; trying to nuzzle your cheek once more - but you don't let it.

"Static! What was that for?"

Static just stares down at you. It lets out a low, apologetic groan; as if it had just been caught with its hand in the cookie jar.

"Don't want you to say goodbye.. Don't leave."

Your face scrunches in confusion. "Huh?"

It pushes past your hand and presses its face to yours.

"My mate... not his."

The gears in your head finally click. Now it's your turn to become flustered. "Oh. We aren't dating or anything like that.."

Static gives you a knowing look. It huffs at your obviousness, pulling more of its weight on your body to keep you from moving.

"Won't let him take you away..."

You sigh in defeat. "He's not going to do that, Static.. I told you I'd always be here for you."

It shuts its eyes.

"How about this. I'll stay here for a little while, then you let me go and I clear things up with Reed."

It grumbles, voice whispering in your mind; vulnerable.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

It wraps its arms around your torso, head on your chest as it remains in place; afraid you'd vanish if it left go. It knows you won't break your promise, but it can't trust the outside world. Him. It would make sure nothing took you away. No matter the cost.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere monster #monster lover #yandere oc #yandere exophilia #yandere story #soft yandere

[tobiasdrake]

We've done a once-over of the crime scene. Let's talk about the body discovery.

So the crime happened overnight.

That will be the titular Dog, then. It wasn't referring to Yakou.

Oh my god, the animation on that dog is nightmarish! Completely different art style from everything else in Kanai Ward. @.@

Sugar did it. Sugar is our culprit. Only a monster would look like that.

Are you the killer? She might not like you because she knew you had vile intentions. Have you considered that?

Then in theory, it should be your perspective that we see Postcognition through. Did you break the fish tanks? Because if they were already broken then....

Did nobody stop to ask how a man drowned in a broken, empty fish tank? Am I really the only person to find that suspicious?

Well, I guess Tetra finds that suspicious too. That's why she turned to us.

Regardless of their financial value, killing them wouldn't make sense from a financial perspective. I guess if Pops caught someone trying to steal the fish and replace them with cheaper ones, maybe?

The fish all ended up dead on the floor. Wouldn't make much sense to smash the tanks if the killer wanted to steal them. I guess they could have stolen the fish, replaced them with cheaper fish, then broken the tanks to disguise the theft?

I dunno, this feels like I'm barking up the wrong true. It's way too over-complicated.

See, Yakou thinks it's possible. It's worth keeping in mind but I'm not putting all of my eggs in that basket.

Someone wanting to kill the fish out of spite because Pops loved them oh so much could also make sense as a motive for Tetra. It'd explain the assault on the tanks. But the fact that she went out of her way to hire us so we could investigate a case the Peacekeepers consider closed? Yeah, that makes for a strong alibi.

Right now, my chief explanation for the destruction of the tanks was to explain away all the water on the floor.

What's getting me is the sound. You'd think going through and bashing in tank after tank after tank would be a time-consuming and incredibly loud process. Did Tetra and Jeryn really not hear anything?

Hm. If the tanks were destroyed before the murder, then maybe the sound could have been used to bait Pops?

Eight hours passed between the murder and the time of first discovery. That's a large allotment of time for things to have happened.

Eleven hours overall elapsed between when he was last seen and when his body was discovered.

May we speak to the servant? "Whereabouts unknown but probably not here" isn't an alibi.

Both Jeryn and Tetra can provide alibis for one another between 8 and midnight. The murder didn't take place until 10. In theory, that clears Jeryn of suspicion. But we're standing in a room that was half-filled with water for unclear reasons, with serious causal questions surrounding the markings on the vent, the sticky marks on the door, and the shattered fish tanks. This is not a normal mystery.

If Pops was killed via some sort of mechanism, the killer wouldn't necessarily need to be present in the room for it to take place.

So. Tetra and Jeryn have alibis. Servant has no alibi as of yet. But an alibi does not necessarily preclude one from guilt.

Did anyone hear the repeating sound of breaking glass at any point? Come on, Yakou, ask the important question.

There it is. Thank you.

Is it possible that this room is soundproofed?

What was Sugar doing while the crime was taking place?

So he smashed all the tanks, then electrocuted himself, then drowned in the empty, broken tank. Do I have that all correct?

Hm. Seems legit. Don't see any flaws in that logic.

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[talonslockau]

Fire and Ice - Chapter 51

Chapter 50 || Index || Chapter 52

It wasn’t until the first rays of morning light were streaking across the night sky that a dog came to disturb them. Fireheart was sitting stiffly outside their makeshift den when he spotted a little white dog and older Twoleg walking down the side of the Thunderpath towards them. With a paw, he prodded at the two siblings. “Wake up! A dog’s coming!” He hissed at both of them.

The two were awake immediately. “We should make ourselves scarce, then.” Peppermask murmured as she squeezed out of the hollow. “Which way?”

“Let’s follow this Thunderpath towards the Monstercamp. It’ll probably meet with the other Thunderpath, and we can follow that until we find Windclan or Diesel’s friend.” The ginger tom flicked his tail for the other two to follow him, and together they moved swiftly away from the small grove they had slept in and the dog, keeping low to the ground as they did so.

The Thunderpath they were following soon merged with another, larger Thunderpath. “Now what?” Graystripe asked out loud. “Do you think Windclan would have managed to cross this?”

Fireheart studied it. The Monsters weren’t traveling as fast as the ones on the Thunderpath that bordered their territory, but they were still quite numerous. “Maybe at night.” He finally decided. “Where they could see them coming from far away.”

“Maybe.” Peppermask sounded doubtful beside him. “I don’t think we have much of a chance of crossing here. We should keep going to the other Thunderpath.”

They took off at a swift pace, but it wasn’t long before Fireheart spied something unusual ahead. “Is that a badger sett?” He meowed to the others as he slowed to a halt. Just next to the Thunderpath was a large, round hole that looked to go deep into the earth.

“What badger would choose to live under a Thunderpath?” Graystripe asked incredulously. “They’re not as clever as a fox, but I find it hard to believe one would be mousebrained enough to live where they’d be constantly threatened by Monsters!”

The three cautiously approached. It was smooth, and lined with a light gray stone similar to Peppermask’s pelt. “It looks Twoleg-made.” The ruddy warrior murmured to his companions, gingerly testing it with one paw. It sloped down into some kind of tunnel that quickly disappeared into darkness; beyond that, he couldn’t see. “It doesn’t smell like anything’s down there. I think we should check out where it goes.”

“Why?” Graystripe asked in confusion. “Where could it possibly lead that we would want to go?”

“The other side of the Thunderpath, for one.” He pointed out readily as he took a few steps down. “I can feel air moving down there. It could be a safe place to cross.”

“But why would the Twolegs put this here?” Peppermask wondered, even as she followed him down into the darkness. “It hardly looks like it would fit them, unless they were a kit.”

“I’m sure it has a purpose to them.” Fireheart replied, puffing out his fur against the cold air flowing through the tunnel. Even as they walked into darkness, he could see a circle of light in the distance: the other side, he was sure of it.

As they walked, they could feel the rumbling of the Monsters rushing past above them. “You don’t think this will collapse, do you?” Graystripe mumbled from his spot in the rear of the patrol.

“It hasn’t yet.” His sister pointed out, though that was little comfort to the three of them. It felt like the tunnel could break at any moment with all the roaring going on over their heads, but as they hurried through there was no cracking or breaking of the stone around them.

Fireheart was the first to emerge from the tunnel, squinting against the morning sun that had now fully risen above the horizon. As soon as his eyes adjusted, however, he gasped. “What in Starclan is that?”

Ahead of him was a Thunderpath that ran up into the sky. Giant stone legs emerged from the earth to support it, helping it arc up and then snake its way back down. As he looked past it, he could see several other Thunderpaths doing precisely the same thing.

Both the gray siblings behind him gasped similar exclamations when they arrived. “Do you think they can all do that?” Peppermask whispered in horror to him.

“I hope not.” Fireheart murmured back to her. “I think the Twolegs must have done it somehow, because of all the giant Thunderpaths around here.” Truthfully, he didn’t know for sure; he could only speculate, just as she could.

“I guess that makes sense.” She murmured as they all looked around. They were in an unkept meadow of grass sparsely populated with thistle and sorrel. He wrinkled his nose as the breeze blew past, carrying with it the horrible, acrid tang of the Thunderpaths around them.

Then Peppermask’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait! Do you smell that?”

Fireheart hesitated, then sniffed at the air. All he could smell was the breath of Monsters. “No?” He looked to Graystripe, who shrugged and shook his head.

“I swear, I-” She sniffed around, the other two following her in bewilderment. She led them a few paces before stopping triumphantly at a clump of heather. “Here! This has been marked!”

Fireheart leaned forward to smell it. To his surprise, she was right; the flowers smelled heavily of a border marker. “This can’t be-”

“It has to be.” They gazed out at the tangle of Thunderpaths in the air above them, and the wild grasses in front of them. “Windclan settled somewhere near here.”

“But why?” Graystripe was the one to ask what was on all their minds. “How could they possibly survive here? For a season, no less?”

There was silence for several long moments. “Maybe they thought even Brokentail wouldn’t follow them here.” Peppermask said out loud at last. “A-as for surviving…”

“I guess we’ll find out.” Fireheart pointed out. “What should we do? Wait until they come by?”

The tabby molly shook her head. “No, that could take all day. We can’t waste that kind of time. We’ll have to try and find their camp. Even if we can’t, I’m sure they’ll find us trespassing sooner or later.”

The other two nodded, and together the Thunderclan warriors carefully stepped over the border and headed for the center of the tangle of Thunderpaths. The area was much bigger than it looked; though the section they were in was fairly small, the entire area was easily as large as Barley’s farm had looked when they had passed by as apprentices.

The patrol eventually passed beneath the giant stone legs of one Thunderpath, wincing at the angry roaring of the Monsters above. Even though he knew the Monsters likely wouldn’t be using it if it was likely to collapse beneath them, he still didn’t feel safe until they were safely out from underneath it.

The landscape here was certainly strange, after traveling through the Windclan moors. More wildflowers grew here, like daisies, poppies and goldenrod.  But in many places, the grass grew so sparse as to make barren patches of dirt. There were no trees, and no boulders from which to observe, but the grass didn’t grow tall enough and thick enough for that to matter.

“Shh!” Peppermask crouched down in front of them, flicking her tail for the other two to do the same. Confused, Fireheart and Graystripe copied her, doing their best to hide in the sparse grass. They waited for a few moments, unsure why they had stopped, when a rabbit darted by merely a couple tail-lengths in front of them. It was only a moment later when a cat dashed by after it, not even noticing the cats they raced by in their focus on their prey.

They watched with bated breath as the cat leaped, landing squarely on the rabbit’s back and dragging it down with fangs and claws. There was a brief tussle in the dirt, throwing up a cloud of dust that obscured the predator and prey.

The three watched in hushed silence as the dust settled down. At last, the cat emerged, a small and skinny white molly that was breathing heavily from the chase. She held her prize proudly in her mouth, turning back towards the way she had come from.

Fireheart stood up. This was their chance! “Hey, you’re-”

He didn’t get the chance to speak as the molly startled into a breakneck sprint. “Wait!” The three took off after her. They had gotten this close; there was no way they’d come this far just to lose the trail now!

The white molly was weighed down by the rabbit, and the Thunderclanners were slowly gaining on her. Just as they were closing in to within a tail-length of her, Peppermask tapped them both on the shoulder to slow down. Confused, Fireheart obeyed, turning to look at her with a quizzical look as the molly they were chasing vanished into the tall grass.

“Let her think she got away.” Peppermask hissed to both of them as they fell into a steady trot. “She’s too scared to get anything out of her. We’ll have more success tracking her.” He had to admit this made sense to him. If she thought they were attacking her, they could certainly get badly hurt and start off on a bad foot with Windclan - if she was from Windclan.

They followed the trail to the base of one of the stone legs of the airborne Thunderpaths. “Where did she go?” Graystripe wondered out loud as he looked around. “Do you think she circled around the base?”

“There’s no trail that way, though.” Fireheart pointed out, looking to the expert tracker beside him. “What do you think, Peppermask?”

The tabby molly sniffed around for a few moments. “The heather here is old. It smells stale.” She pointed out several clusters of heather growing from the base of the stone leg with her paw. She was right; they were turning brown and had long ago dried up. “I think she might have covered her tracks with them, like the molly did with the Windclan bodies.”

Fireheart gently scraped aside the heather to find she was right: instead of dirt at the bases of the clumps, there was a stone tunnel similar to the one that they had taken under the Thunderpath. “Should we…?”

“I don’t think we have much of a choice.” Peppermask flicked her tail for him to go in. He obeyed, with the gray tabby molly following him and Graystripe bringing up the rear. The tunnel sloped down a few tail-lengths before leveling out. They tread cautiously, knowing that the Windclanners could send out a patrol at any moment.

The tunnel went on in darkness for a while, but unlike the other tunnel did not lead towards a second opening. Instead, it started growing slick and wet. Fireheart’s fur prickled uncomfortably as they trudged forward. He kept silent, however, keenly aware that the Windclanners could be nearby.

Then his whiskers felt a shift in the airflow, indicating that the tunnel took a turn. Fireheart tapped Peppermask’s nose in the dark to let her know to stop, then very hesitantly approached the corner.

He was surprised to see that the corner had hid light shining further down the tunnel. He could clearly see the tunnel open up into a large area with a narrow channel connecting the tunnel to an opening on the other side. In the ceiling above was a square window that allowed the morning sun to shine down into the unnatural cavern.

On either side of the channel huddled dozens of cats, most of warrior age, thin and shivering in the cold wind that blew down here. On the one side he could see the white molly they had been chasing, arguing with a lanky black and white cat. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but all eyes in the room were focused on the two.

He flicked Peppermask’s chin with his tail to continue forward, and cautiously rounded the bend. He allowed his paws to drag in the water, making splashing noises and alerting the nearest cats to his approach.

A gray tom that was close to the entrance turned at the noise and spotted him. Immediately, he yowled a warning and jumped up into a fighting position. Just as swiftly, nearly a dozen cats moved into a line at the entrance of the tunnel, their backs bristling and tails lashing as they stared him down. Peppermask and Graystripe came around the corner, wide-eyed as they saw the line of glistening fangs and claws.

They were about to be attacked.

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[makairodonx]

Keiko’s Strange New Job Offer, Part ll

The next day, Keiko received 50 gold marks for her first task, and afterwards she was given the details of her second assignment by the mysterious old lady in the purple cloak.

“A large, burlesque monster of a hulking stature has been sighted in the Bedford Moor attacking the Corbetts and their livestock,” she said, “and you are to go to their property and investigate the matter for yourself.”

“Could it be a troll?” Asked Keiko.

“Maybe not…” Said the lady, “but I think it might be something even taller and stranger!”

“An ogre, I suppose?”

“I think so…”

“All right…I think I’ll try my best to handle this monster with the best of my spells and return before the next sun rises.”

“Sure then…and good luck!”

Afterwards the sorceress donned her hat, picked up her staff and started off for the rugged country of the Bedford Moor. The sky overhead grew increasingly cloudy, and in a few minutes a light shower of rain started to pour upon the tops of the pines and the birches. But soon enough Keiko arrived at the Corbett’s household and knocked on their door a few times with her staff, and Farmer Corbett opened it for her.

“I am Keiko Yamamoto, and I’m a Caretaker of Hideous Creatures,” she said. “Have you had any problems with demons or monsters lately?”

“Yes we do Keiko,” Farmer Morris replied. “We just saw this huge ogre devour two of our beloved cows right in front of our eyes…and our attempts to stop him with out pitchforks and rakes were useless against his sheer size and bulk!”

“And we now believe the monster is now hiding somewhere in the woods nearby, waiting to kill more of our cows and pigs without us knowing it…” His wife added.

“An ogre, a monster of amazing size and strength? Wait a minute. I think I can use some of my magic spells to keep that ogre under control!”

“Very well,” said Farmer Corbett, “We aren’t magic-users ourselves, and only a sorceress like you is what we now need to handle this monster problem of ours!”

“And don’t forget to avoid the ogre’s sudden attacks,” said his wife, “for he might grab you with his huge hands and whack you around like a rag-doll if you come too close to him!”

“For sure! And I am always cautious and steadfast in the face of danger!” Keiko smiled at the couple.

And thus the sorceress headed out into the farm as the sun was setting below the dense groves of pines and birches in the distance. In some places she had to hold her nose for quite a while, for there were a few black vultures gathered around dead cows lying around here and there. But soon enough Keiko spotted some huge footprints laid out on the muddy ground in front of her.

“Hmmm…” she wondered, “did the monster use this mud trail to retreat into the woods? Let me see for myself…”

As the trail drew the sorceress deeper and deeper into the woods, the sun’s last rays sank below the tall trunks of the pines and birches, and the sky quickly grew into a very dark shade of indigo blue. Keiko used the glowing white light of her staff to find her way through the increasingly complex maze of trees as a lone fox darted past her and an owl gave out a few hoots high upon the branches above her. But soon she stopped in her tracks as a deep, yet loud, growl sounded off from the distant, black nothingness lying in front of her. The girl pelted straight for a nearby tree, crouched behind it, and lit up the darkness with the light of her staff as she felt her heart thumping steadily in a mixed state of fear and excitement.

Within a few heavy footsteps and another unsettling growl, a great, burlesque, and grayish green-skinned figure of humanoid shape stepped straight into the glowing white light and right in front of Keiko’s eyes. It stood nearly thirteen feet tall, and it had a surprisingly muscular stature with a heavily-built neck and arms. Once the creature stopped to turn its large, leaf-eared, big-toothed and crooked-nosed face upon Keiko, she quickly turned her face and neck away and started breathing heavily, hoping that it won’t touch her with one of its turkey-sized hands. But after the ogre yanked its head back and started waking away from her, the sorceress turned around, and stoop up to face the monster with her staff fixed right upon its small, red eyes.

“There you are…” Keiko said as the ogre shielded its eyes from the bright light with his hands, “Devouring the livestock of Farmer Corbett and his wife and threatening their very lives, too…And now you shall be punished for your heinous crimes!”

With a roar of madness the ogre tried to smash the sorceress repeatedly with its hands, but Keiko was quick enough to dodge its attacks one by one, till at last she used a spell in the form of a striking blow of her staff aimed at the creature’s belly to send forth a powerful blast of bright, purple light that knocked the ogre straight down onto the ground in front of her. Then with a circling gesture of her hand, Keiko shrunk the once-terrifying ogre into the size of a small hamster and neatly placed it into a sealed jar that she conjured out of thin air. Afterwards, the sorceress teleported herself straight to the Corbetts’ house and showed them the results of her work.

“Here you go, both of you,” she said, showing them the shrunken ogre trapped in her little jar. “Now your ogre problem has finally been taken care of!”

“Thank you very much, Keiko!” Farmer Corbett said to her. “Thank you for saving us and our livestock from this now not-so-terrible beast!”

Everyone started giggling with amusement once the ogre, whose fierce roars now sounded more like the squeals of a guinea pig, began to vent out its anger at the humans by pounding the glass walls of the jar with its fists, an act which made it look like as if it was some strange, adorable little critter trying to escape.

“You’re truly welcome,” Keiko smiled. “And after I work my healing magic upon the cows and pigs that have been wounded by the ogre, I’ll keep him as part of my Special Collection of the Hideous Creatures I’ve caught so far!”

With those words, the sorceress went into the Corbetts’ farm to heal the cows and pigs that had been badly hurt by the ogre, and after a scrumptious dinner consisting of slices of beef and pork and a mix of cabbages, carrots, and radishes, Keiko bade farewell to the Corbetts, left their house before the next sun rose, and eventually received the next 50 Gold Marks for her work the following day. And thus, with more tasks accomplished for the rest of the week, Keiko was finally able to earn the first 2,500 Gold Marks of her job as a Caretaker of Hideous Creatures.

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