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bibluebutterfly · 5 months

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It is truthfully so impressive to watch how we've watched Stolas grow as a seemingly asshole character to a genuine person who truly does want the best for the person we love. (HEADS UP: This is LONG)

Now, and we're only going to lightly touch on this because the Pilot isn't cannon, but it still contributed to the public opinion on Stolas. In other words, he was borderline predatory in a way that made EVERYONE uncomfortable. (It makes sense though since he was innitially supposed to be the villain. Which thank goodness that was changed because we already see enough bisexual predators in media as it is. Yes, I'm headcannoning that Pilot Stolas was bi.)

Then we get official episode 1. Stolas is... not much better. Although to his credit, he's not as bad or as creepish. The unfair power dynamic is very there, and he definitely talks down to Blitz, but at least he waits until Blitz agrees before getting to the pilot level of sexual.

And then we kind of just keep this up until episode 7. Stolas is VERY sexual and VERY horny with Blitz, and you either like it or you don't. It was consensual, nobody forced anything, and even Blitz says that he doesn't fuss about banging Stolas, but that power imbalance is very much there.

Stolas is calling him by pet names like "my little imp" and is baby talking him, which really comes off like his fetish is sleeping with the lower class. Again, you either like Stolas at this point or you don't.

HOWEVER, despite all his baby talk and just generally inappropriate behavior, we are shown very early on that Stolas has a loving side, mainly in the form of his daughter. "You Will Be Okay" was the thing that got most people from hating him to actually liking him. It was the thing that separated him from just being a horny owl.

Then Ozzies. Hooo boy. This is where we finally get to see Stolas apart from Blitz's POV and as it turns out... he's kind of a pathetic dork more than anything else. We see him go very low. Like the man is alone in his big house eating cereal for breakfast in his bathrobe and watching telenovelas. It's hard to go lower than that. More importantly, it's a stark contrast from how we saw him just one episode ago.

Not just that, but when he's asked out on the date he is genuinely so excited and awkward that you just can't help but feel bad for the guy.

And then we have Hells healthiest couple have their dick moment which leads to Stolas covering his face, validating every and anything Blitz had feared, which lead to him calling out Stolas which leads to them both crying at home.

AND THEN WE GET THE THING THAT MAKES EVERYONE EITHER LOVE STOLAS OR THINK THAT HE'S RUINED.... THE CIRCUS.

Yeah, so it turns out the arranged marriage theory was true, and that Stella has been verbally abusive for who knows how long. But the real kicker is how much it explains Stolas's behavior from season 1. As it turns out, Blitz coming on so strong that night resulted in Stolas trying (badly) to copy that energy. And it turns out that when Blitz told him to stop that first night, he still ended up tying Stolas up and banging him. So... understandable. It turns out that Stolas never wanted to be malicious with his intentions, but genuinely thought that the arrangement was something that they both wanted.

But at the same time, he realizes that misunderstanding or no, a part of him did recognize that Blitz wasn't as happy as he was, and that he can't gaslight himself into thinking otherwise anymore.

Now the big thing about season 2 we all need to talk about, is how hard and fast it took Stolas off the regal and powerful pedestal that I think we all subconsciously put him on. Whatever mystery and darkness that surrounded him in season 1 went completely out the window in season 2. But personally I believe that this fits as season 1 was mostly told from Blitz's POV while season 2 takes place in Stolas's when he's there.

Stolas does not see himself as something regal and powerful. Stolas, as it turns out, is a romantic as well as a MASSIVE dork. Like he's disney princess levels of dorkiness. The man even gets his own slapstick moment for crying out loud.

But aside from that, he's highly intelligent and a genuinely good person who will put others before him if he can recognize the benefit.

Also, while we're on the topic, I don't think that Stolas is as powerful as we or Blitz were led to believe. Like yes, he's got immense power to those who have none.

But at the same time, put him next to Asmodeus, and this demon who seemed so strong before is actually tiny in comparison. Especially when noted that Ozzie was still holding back in this scene.

Now we have the "Look My Way" MV. By now, any dark mystery is gone, we know who Stolas is, but what we didn't expect to see was how blatantly Stolas realized his mistakes and took responsibility. This whole season we saw him be sad over his relationship with Blitz, but we never expected him to realize just how badly he messed up.

But he did. And it was glorious. And again, we realize how much he truly cares for Blitz, this isn't just him saying "I care about him" then doing nothing. This is him realizing he cares about Blitz, and wanting to do something to make it right. Even if that means Blitz will never want to see him again.

Anyway. If you made it this far, I'm impressed. As I've said before, I'm proud of the owl boy and how far he's come as a character. Tell me if you think I missed anything.

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birthfan · 9 months

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Important meeting

Claire had always been a career focused woman; whenever she had to make a choice and the alternative was work related she wouldn't even think twice about it, that's how she lost her husband, he couldn't deal with her ignoring him in favour of another meeting or work event, so he left, but not before leaving Claire a little gift.

"Huuu will you two settle down" the woman scolded the twins in her belly as if they could actually hear her, Claire sighed as she rubbed it to help soothe the discomfort, it had been 8 months since her husband left and 7 since she realised she was pregnant.

Her due date was a week ago but unfortunately the babies decided they had to stay in a little longer, Claire was sick of being pregnant, she couldn't wait to have them out of her so that at work everything could go back to normal, she hated all the extra attention people gave her, always asking if she was fine or if she needed anything, god it was soo annoying.

When they gave her the opportunity for maternity leave she immediately shut that down, she wouldn't let something as trivial as babies growing in her from stopping her from pursuing her career, she intended to work till she had to push them out.

Claire grunted as she felt a tightening sensation over her belly "hnnng you fuckers better stay in there till tomorrow evening, huu I can't miss the meeting"; the board of directors had been considering various employees to join them, Claire was one of them, and tomorrow she would have to be there at all costs.

The brunette undressed and prepared for bed, she wanted to go to sleep early tonight so she could be in her best form, her massive belly kept feeling weird but she gave it no mind just attributing to the twins being active, as she laid in bed rubbing her belly she slowly began to feel herself drift off into sleep.

A strong feeling of tightness in her belly woke Claire up "hnnng fuuuck" she groaned as she sat up on her bed, that was definitely a contraction. As she rubbed her belly she saw that her alarm had already gone off "Shit!! Gotta get ready" she exclaimed as she got up as quickly as she could.

As Claire dressed herself she felt another contraction hit her, it had been less than ten minutes since the last one. There was no doubt about it, she was definitely in labour "hmmm you fuckers won't make me miss this meeting".

Claire rushed down the stairs clutching her labouring belly as she checked the time "alright mmnng should still be able to catch the last bus" she said to herself. As she exited her apartment complex she quickly ran towards the bus stop, just barely making it.

Thankfully her office was only two stops away so in about ten minutes she made it, and she had only two contractions during the ride. She rushed towards the elevator and pressed the button, and as soon as she reached her floor she bolted towards her desk.

Claire panted both from exhaustion and from the pain of her labour as she leaned over her desk. "Hooo hooo mnnnnng fuck, y-you little shits better stay in there" she whispered to her babies as she clutched her belly.

"Hey hey look who made it" Claire turned around to see Jane a colleague and professional annoyance. The pregnant lady scoffed as she sat down on her chair it barely holding her weight as the annoying woman leaned on the entrance to her cubicle.

"You were taking so long I thought you'd popped and had to skip the meeting" Jane said feigning disinterest, Claire waved her away as her other hand rubbed her belly "in your dreams Jane, I'm getting that position no matter what".

Jane chuckled "we'll see mama, we'll see, the meeting is in an hour, hope your baby can wait that long" "babies!" Claire corrected her as her colleague went back to her own cubicle. God she hated that woman, always trying to one up her and sucking up to the bosses, she was insufferable.

Claire tried to distract herself by working as she waited for the meeting to start, the hour felt endless as her contractions were getting stronger and closer together. It was now only fifteen minutes until the meeting, she decided to go to the bathroom so that she wouldn't need to leave the room later.

As Claire waddled towards the bathroom she felt a growing pressure inside of her, but she tried to ignore it. As she sat down on the toilet and unzipped her pencil skirt she felt her strongest contraction yet causing a pained whimper to escape her lips, immediately after she felt fluids gush out of her womanhood soaking her underwear "fuck! No no no not now" she cried out as she felt an increase in pressure.

Claire breathed deeply as she tried to calm herself "hooo hooo, I don't need to freak out, I might still have time" she whispered to herself before standing back up. Fortunately since she had removed her skirt it was dry and clean, but unfortunately her panties were drenched and smelled of birth fluids, so she quickly flushed them down the toilet before heading out of the bathroom.

As Claire went out into the hallway she saw Jane and some of her other colleagues head towards the meeting room, it was time. Everyone entered the room as their bosses pointed them towards their seats.

Claire sat down she heard Mr Smith their local manager start speaking "alright everyone seems to be here. So as you all know we will be reviewing your presentations on how to improve our company's earnings for our next fiscal year. We've decided to review them in alphabetical order."

Claire silently cursed, god of course, why did her last name have to be Zumperly. But before she could even finish her thought condemning the order of the alphabet a contraction hit her causing her to clench her teeth, she needed to push.

Maybe if she just gave a small push it would help relieve the pressure, so as soon as everyone was distracted she gave a small weak push "mnn" a small whimper escaped her lips as she tried her best to not scream from the pain.

As Claire let out small breaths to regain energy she noticed that the person sat in front of her was Jane, who was thankfully busy rereading her notes as her first colleague showed their presentation. She hoped Jane wouldn't be a problem as she was the one right before her, but at least for now she was too worried with her presentation.

"Typical, she has to reread everything at the last minute" Claire thought to herself right before another contraction caused her to wince. Her first baby's head was pressing against her cervix and the need to push was unbearable, but she bit her lip and tried her best not to push "hmm".

The small moan escaping the labouring woman's lips caused Jane to perk up her head to see her rival struggling "oh fuck is she in labour?" She thought to herself as Claire breathed out and went back to pretending to listen to her colleagues' presentation, she wouldn't be surprised if she'd give birth right here, she had always put work before everything else.

As Claire's boss called the next person she felt something poke at her shin, she looked in front of her to see Jane writing something on a piece of paper and sliding it towards her. It read "are you having your baby right now? You know I was joking earlier" Claire scoffed and wrote her answer on the piece of paper and slid it back to Jane.

The woman opened the piece of paper to read "none of your business". "Of course she'd say that if she was in labour" she thought to herself as she wrote on another piece of paper. As Jane wrote she heard a whimper coming from Claire who was clenching her fists as she shifted uncomfortably and bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

Claire felt her baby's head enter her birth canal without her pushing as her body contracting made her want to scream, as the contraction ended she felt another piece of paper hit her hand, it read "you have to go to the hospital".

Claire began furiously writing her answer before throwing the piece of paper at Jane, some of their colleagues turned around for a second as they heard the sound of paper being thrown. Jane opened the ball of paper to read "you'd love that wouldn't you, so that you can steal my promotion, now stop bothering me!!"

As Jane gave up on trying to help Claire the labouring woman decided to distract herself from her woes by focusing on her colleagues' presentations "heh everyone is going for such banal and shortsighted plans, I've got this" she thought to herself doing her best to not think about the baby slowly descending her birth canal.

Claire wanted to scream, these presentations just wouldn't end and her contractions were getting unbearable, she had to push. Her boss called Jane which was a small relief as after her rival it'd be her turn finally.

As Jane began her presentation Claire's eyes went wide, she felt her lips begin to slowly bulge out "hmmmm fuck not now baby please" she whispered and groaned as she fought the urge to yell from pain. It definitely didn't help that her rival's presentation rivaled her own.

While Jane kept going with her presentation Claire started giving small pushes hoping to help with the pain, but while the pain of her contractions lessened a strong burning sensation was beginning to form on her puffy lips as her firstborn's head began to stretch them apart.

Claire bit down on her lip to not scream, the taste of blood filling her mouth as she heard Jane concluding her presentation.

"Excellent job miss Yang, so far without a doubt the best presentation yet. Miss Zumperly, it's your turn now, we've been looking forward to see what you have to say." Claire's boss said.

Claire nodded as she slowly stood up her thighs being forced apart by the head spreading her lips as she waddled towards the whiteboard. "S-so as you ah-all know our pr-hm-profits have been hnnn" she tried to talk through the pain before her boss interrupted her.

"Miss Zumperly are you alright" Mr Smith asked seeing Claire struggle "J-just peachy Mr Smiiiiiiioooooooooooh gooood" her answer was interrupted by the sudden need to push and her giving in as her baby's head painfully stretched her lips.

The executives in the room started to panic as Claire kept moaning in pain while leaning on the wall, before Jane intervened "She's in labour, does anyone know how to help?" The room shrugged collectively being full of middle aged men that had only ever heard their wives talk about it in retrospect.

Jane scoffed while Claire pushed again "haaaaaa mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhh" she tried her best not to let out an ear piercing scream as her baby reached a full crown, tears streaming down her face as her lips felt like a rubber band close to snapping.

Jane quickly dialed 911 while the executives either went out of the meeting room or stayed with a shocked expression on their face "we are in need of an ambulance right now!! A colleague of mine just went into labour and-" she was interrupted by Claire screaming as she pushed again "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HAAAA haaa hooo hooo" the head popping out of her with fluids spraying all over her ruined pencil skirt making it visible in-between her fat thighs.

"Oh fuck she pushed the head out!! Please hurry up we're in the office building on 51st street on the 12th floor!" Jane concluded quickly throwing her phone aside and going to hold her colleague's baby as it's head dangled out of her sore womanhood.

Claire took deep breaths and held on to the filing cabinet as she prepared herself for the next contraction "P-please hooo catch them" she stuttered out to her rival. Jane nodded before Claire bore down to push with all her might.

"Hnnnggggggaaaaaaaaaaaah haaaaa" the woman yelled and groaned as she pushed her firstborn into her colleague's arms, birth fluids leaking out of her soaking the carpeted floor even more.

As Jane handed Claire her baby the now mother catched her breath while nursing her son "I gotta get to the reception, it'll take forever for them to get all the equipment on the elevator" she said referring to the ambulance crew that her colleague called.

Before Jane could rebut Claire started hurrying towards the elevator, already feeling her second baby pass through her cervix, with every step she took her baby slipped lower and lower as everyone looked at her as she held a baby in her arms with the umbilical cord still hanging out of her.

Claire found herself in the middle of the cubicles as she felt a really strong contraction, this time she immediately gave in to the urge almost involuntarily,she suddenly squatted causing a loud ripping sound to be heard, she looked down to see her tight pencil skirt ripped in half as it slipped off her legs exposing her puffy red womanhood to all her colleagues.

But she had no time to feel embarrassed as she had to push "nnnnnnnnggggghhh haaaa" she panted as her pussy bulged painfully once again, her hand slipping down towards her lips to try to help them stretch.

As people began to gather around Claire her rival reached her, making her way through the crowd she reached the labouring business woman "Do you need help to reach the elevator?" Jane asked as she lowered herself to the squatting mother's height.

Claire nodded and slowly pulled herself up holding on to her colleague as they both slowly walked towards the elevator "hmmm nnngghh" the labouring woman moaned as her lips began to slowly open up again.

As they entered the elevator Jane pushed the ground floor button while Claire bit her lip and kept breastfeeding her newborn "hooo th-thanks b-but why hnnng are you helping me?" She asked her rival, to which she responded "I mean I do want the same position that you do but I'm not heartless, even if you might think otherwise"

Claire grunted as she gave a small push causing her lips to open up more and more "hmmmm" Jane knelt in-between her colleague's legs and pressed on her perineum to help prevent tearing "and also I might find myself in the same situation in a few months" she said.

Claire looked at her once rival and said "oh! Well hooo congratulations I guess, it's n-not hnnng easy" Jane chuckled "yeah well I can see that", Claire smiled lightly before feeling a contraction and pushing with it "hooooooooooo mmnnnnnnggggAAAAAAH" she yelled as her baby crowned.

Jane's hands went to help her colleague's lips stretch as she pushed "this baby seems a bit bigger than its brother" she said as Claire leaned on the elevator door absentmindedly just before hearing a ding followed by a robotic voice saying "ground floor"

As the cold metal doors opened Claire fell backwards only to be quickly caught by Jane, the event caused most people at the reception to turn towards the awkward pair as the thick half naked office lady moaned.

"Huuuuuu goood it hurts so bad" she said as the baby's head came out about halfway, Jane tried her best to help Claire back up only for her to squat down, as the less pregnant of the two was about to rebut she heard sirens approaching the building.

Jane quickly stood up and said "wait right there" before sprinting towards the entrance, Claire didn't even process what was said as she had to focus on pushing "hoooooooooooaaaaaaaah" her moan turned into a yell that echoed through the reception as her second baby's head came out of her.

She was squatting so low that head almost touched the now wet floor. As Claire gathered strength for her next push she heard a commotion as Jane and two paramedics ran towards her, but before she could say anything the strongest contraction she ever felt hit her.

"HMMNMAAAAAAAAH OOOOH GOD FUUUCK" she yelled as the baby's shoulders stretched her beyond belief causing her to tear. A paramedic quickly grabbed her firstborn from her arms allowing them to go to her battered womanhood as she yelled, while the other quickly went to hold the second baby as it slipped out of her.

As Claire finally felt the relief of her birth canal finally emptying she laid on the ground panting, while the paramedics cut her babies' cords and cleaned them up, Jane approached her and jokingly asked "you ready for that presentation now?" To which Claire chuckled "of course just tell the board of directors to reach me in my hospital room."

Hey everyone sorry this took so long, I hope you all enjoy it

#birth kink #giving birth #fpreg #birth #birth fic #public birth #office birth #poll story #finally lol

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sinner-sunflower · 1 month

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 15/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

hooo weee this is a long one. A reaction chapter part 1

A few things to clear up:

Sir Pentious is in Heaven

They do not know that yet.

He'll have a part in the sequel!

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Charlie is beyond worried.

She and the entirety of Pride sat in anticipation as Hell's highest powers perform the ritual again. Her dad disappeared a month ago and in his absence, she thinks she had handled Pride rather well. Vaggie and her friends were a big help though, as well as her uncles and aunts if they could.

Charlie has not missed once broadcast ever since it aired. Every time she looks for her dad among the demons and every time she's disappointed.

She keeps watching anyway in support- no matter how busy she was. The hotel residents do the same, dropping what they were doing to all sit in the couch together and watch this 'til it ended. The first time it aired created a mass panic that Charlie had to induce a Hellshake to placate her people. It somehow worked.

After the panic, it became the biggest hit "show" in Pride, resulting in the production of legit merch and even a few parodies- like it's just a game, like this can't kill them all.

That craze lasted almost 2 weeks but even the fanatics stopped watching when it was apparent that this wasn't a quick fix. Panic again then calm then panic- over and over and over again.

Vaggie: Babe?

Charlie: Hey, Vaggie.

Charlie tried to give her lover her usual smiles but she thinks she haven't given one ever since her dad left. Worry and guilt are eating her whole and she's just trying to stay afloat.

Vaggie: Hey, come on. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?

Charlie: Flatterer.

Vaggie: Not wrong though. But don't try to change the subject. .. Is it about your dad?

Charlie: I don't think I remember a time in a hundred years when it wasn't. When did it go so wrong, Vaggie? We were so happy when I was a kid..

Something inside the princess whispered her mother's name. She shakes off that thought because there's no way. Her mom and dad loved each other.

'But then why did they split? Why did your mom leave? Why did your dad fall in love with someone again?'

The voices are making a point but there's no chance her dad was going to tell her everything and it's not like her mom is even an option.

When Vaggie told her that Alastor and her dad were something, she tried to think of every moment she saw of her dad and the radio demon together after the hotel was rebuilt. The princess of Hell trusts Alastor but she doesn't know if she can trust him with her dad.

But..

Charlie: Dad is happier.

Vaggie: Huh?

Charlie: Sorry. Was thinking of him and how Alastor is probably helping him come out more than I am.

Vaggie: Hey hey. I know your dad would be devastated if he knew you were thinking that. He loves you and you love him, right?

Charlie: More than anything.

Vaggie: That's my girl. Now why don't we-

Cherri: Holy shit! Guys! The broadcast turned on again!

All of them rushed to the lobby upon hearing the cyclops yell. They thought it was over 30 minutes ago when the nth overlord and Goetia fainted. Guess Vox was a bit afraid he would be next and turned it off to save face.

Angel: Holy shit!

Holy shit indeed. The one on the screen is none other than her dad! And a beautiful lady in white?

Husk: Who the fuck is that?

Nifty: She looks so clean! I wanna know what products she use.

Vaggie: Do you know who that is?

Charlie: Probably who dad was looking for.

Goodie: Such words! Angel, was self-preservation not included when you gave them the fruit of knowledge? Lucifer: Apparently not.

Okay, they clearly missed out on some context because her dad just arrived and he's mad. They watch as Lucifer grabs Velvette's face hard enough to bleed. Everyone is kneeling and seem to be locked in place. Husk eyes Alastor's monstrous form in the background warily.

Husk: Something happened.

Lucifer: I can't blame you. I was not the most present ruler, after all. But I thought I made something very clear when I dealt with that moth man.... I guess one example isn't enough.

One moment Velvette was struggle and the next her fucking jaw is gone!

Angel: Holy shit!

Husk: Ugh! You keep saying that. Don't you have any other words than holy shit?

Angel: 'M sorry, Huskie. But what else am I supposed to say to that huh??

Charlie's winces but her eyes are still glued to the screen as her dad summons his flaming sword and brings it down to the pink demon.

Lucifer: So, let me keep it simple. I'm Lucifer Morningstar. The creator of the first sin. The angel that damned humanity. Í̷̫̈́́͂̒̚̕͝͝͝'̶̨̛̺̤̿̀͒͛̂̿͋̄̑͆́͘͠͝M̴̝̯̖̦͍̽̎̏͆̔ ̴̛̛̄̋̈̑̓̀̓̃̄͐͗ͅŸ̷͇̙̟͈̭̥̬̻̙͔̠̱́̽̊̊ͅÔ̵̤͙͈̬̫̪͕̼͍͌̀̔͜U̴͈̼͖̯̤͌̀̀̓̾̔͆̈́̊͑͗̕͠͝R̵̨̹͍̦͒͌̋͒͆͌̄͛̓͑̔́͜ ̸̝͑̐̀̉̃͠͝F̵̞͖̮̗̗̜̯̯͔̮͒̊͒̈́̈́́̽́̂̂͑̎͝U̵̟̙̱̙̯̤̼̙͈̳̘̫͊̈̀C̷̙̞̔̅̊͌͋K̷̖͙̼̪̠̾̄̅̾͘I̵̛̩̘̜͖̩̙̿̐̽́͊́̒͆̆̎̑͗N̴̤̏̂͝G̸͋̋̍ͅ ̵̡͈̩��̗̹̝̻̬͍̗̬̲̳̟̍͋̽͛̒̉̍͊͑̑̋̅̽Ḳ̷̡̬͔̞̱̤̬̮͉̙͇̪͛̅͊̚I̵̤͙̪̞̝͔̱͎̜̩̖̺̟͔̙͊Ṉ̵͈̤̘͚̻̙̼̓͂̌͋́̎͜ͅĢ̸̭͔͇̹̹̳̭͋̓̒͗̈́̉̈́̂̚.

They all had to avert their eyes as a giant ball of flame came down to finish Velvette off.

Lucifer: Û̶̪̌͐́̂̆͠͠n̸̛̟͕̱͍̫̘̻̣̱͈͈͇̱̜͛̓͗̏̅̇͋̒͆͊̓͗̚͠d̷̢̢̨̼̙͈̞͈͓͈͙̂̌͋̔̂̉̍̈́͆̿̈́̕͘͜͠e̵̛͍̯̫̼̫̐͛̊̒̆̉̓̊̽̓̒̒̚͘ŗ̶̨̢̧̮̜͙̪̹̯̙̪̤̠̝̓́̒̋͆̆̓̿͐̄̓̕̚̕ş̷̛̮͖̰̝̟͇͕̟̞̳̟̪̥̂̀̈́̈͗́̿̐̔̎̕̕͠t̶̮̖̭̹͓͉̪̣̦͙̖͍́͐͂̑͒̑͂̑̾̓̍̊͝ô̵̥͓̥͐̄̏̀̾̀̽̆ò̴̜͇̣̣̳͖̗̹̟̇̓͑͝ͅd̸̨̨͈͓̠͑͑̒̎̈́͘͠?̸̟̎̈

Even the sinners in the safety of the hotel nodded in fear. Lucifer made a delighted noise and with a clap, Velvette is back in one piece, albeit trembling in Vox's arms.

Lucifer: What? Do you really think I killed her? Sounds counterproductive. We still have a situation at hand and you are no use to me dead. Goodie: Up now! My sister is becoming restless.

Everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. Angel collapsed to Husk's side, when did he even stand up? Nifty didn't move a muscle but her maniacal smile is gone. Cherri started fiddling with an ignited bomb out of nowhere which Angel had to move to throw.

Goodie: Remember, angel, if this fails, you must do what I have told you. Lucifer: Let's start.

Angel: Holy shit.

Holy shit indeed.

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Part 16 will be the 2nd part of the reaction before Lucifer goes in!

Dk if I will post on Wednesday as it will be my birthday! yayy

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hyperactively-me · 4 months

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Okay so I just found your account and hello??? You’re amazing???? I’m OBSESSED with your king!Simon stuff and I will be binging it immediately.

Do you have any thoughts or can I make a request on a blurb if queen!reader never forgave Simon after his outburst? Like if she just couldn’t get past the hurt of his words and their marriage was never the same?

ho hoh hooo. yeah. let's get down and dirty with this one

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king!ghost x reader -- alternate ending to 'anger' warnings: heavy angst, unhappy ending, hurt/no comfort, don't worry this is NOT canon!!!

Your relationship with Simon, once a haven of stolen kisses and whispered promises, became a haunting abyss of regret and desolation. The walls of the castle echoed with the hollow footsteps of your irreparably broken relationship. Simon's attempts to mend the bridge were met with a cold silence, the wounds of his harsh words refusing to heal.

The only thing was you still loved him. You loved him so much, but how could you trust him again? How would you know that he wouldn't turn against you again, casting you out and disposing you like you were merely a nuisance he had to deal with?

A relentless ache settled in your chest some time ago, refusing to leave. Pain became a constant companion, woven into the very fabric of your existence. The days dragged on like a never-ending slump, always trying your best to avoid him when you could.

News had traveled around the palace staff that you two were no longer speaking, although Simon had tried to multiple times, only for it to end in bitter argument again and again. Those arguments heightened your anxiety, always reminding you that he thinks you're not good enough, which inevitably became your inherent belief. You stepped on the shards of your shattered love, cutting your feet on the remnants of a relationship that had once been your refuge.

Yet, hints of love still lingered in the shadows, and your anguish refused to subside. Or, was it love? Or was it just a longing for things to return back to the way they were? Who knows.

Simon's presence, once a source of comfort, now felt thick with tension. In the times you did have to be around him, you were curt and icy, no matter how many times he tried to talk to you, all in an attempt to shield your wounded heart. You would avoid his gaze, barely even looking at him.

More weeks pass by in a monotonous haze, your love for Simon now transformed into a bittersweet kind of poison. The remnants of his touch, once your lifeline, something you craved, now squeezed at your heartstrings with a vice grip. The ache in your chest persisted, a cruel reminder that apologies alone couldn't mend a broken heart.

One evening, you sat out in your garden, staring at nothing in particular with bags under your eyes from a lack of sleep. You didn't hear Simon approach, his eyes narrowing in on you with regret. He reaches out, a desperate plea in his touch, but you immediately recoil.

Simon pulls away, his face contorted into sorrow and frustration.

"Please, just talk to me," Simon implored.

You swallow thickly, looking away to avoid the intensity of his gaze. That familiar ache in your chest intensifies, a silent scream echoing in your mind.

"I can't keep doing this," Simon admitted, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I miss us. I miss you."

You put up your hand in a 'stop' motion.

"Ghost, please. I can't... I can't go back to the way things were," you whisper, refusing to look up at him.

His eyes, once filled with determination, now mirrored the desolation that defined your relationship. A heavy silence sits between you two.

"I know I hurt you, and I hate myself for it," Simon continues, his voice edged with desperation. "I'd do anything to take it back."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the tremor in your voice. "Simon, love can't fix everything. Trust has to be earned, and... I don't know if I can ever trust you again. I can't forgive you. You've caused me so much pain."

Simon's shoulders sagged even further, as if the weight of the universe pressed upon him.

But your resolve remained unyielding. The pain of his words lingered, leaving scars that ran too deep to heal with mere apologies. The walls around your heart had become impenetrable.

Simon stood there for a moment, the weight of your words settling over him like a heavy cloak. His face was etched with a mixture of sorrow and regret.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, the wind carrying his words, leaving behind a charged silence.

Without waiting for a response, he turned away, leaving you alone in the garden with the echoes of a love that once flourished but now lay in complete and utter ruins.

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#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme

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elekinetic · 1 year

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lucas is ten years old, and he has made a mortal enemy. there is an owl living in the tree just outside his bedroom window and he freaking hates it, okay? it’s so loud and annoying and smug and it won’t stop “hoooing” all night long — or however you spell it. whatever. and look, lucas has never been one for violence, but there is a reason he asked his parents for a wrist rocket last christmas, and no, he hasn’t hit the stupid bird yet but one of these days he’s gonna get it, and he’s gonna take the fucker down, right between it’s freaky yellow eyes, and he’ll finally get a good night’s sleep. just you wait.

lucas is twelve years old, and he’s wide awake. and yeah, the owl is still freaking hooting even though he DEFINITELY hit its foot like, four weeks ago. but that’s not why he’s up. will’s missing, and mike’s mad at him, and that weird bald girl is messing everything up and…well. lucas isn’t crying, okay? lucas is fine, and if you tell erica anything otherwise he’s gonna hit you with his wrist rocket which is a serious threat because he’s gotten so much better. even if the owl hasn’t left yet. even if he asked his parents to call animal control because it’s been three years, you guys and it’s still yelling into his bedroom window. HOOT, HOOT, even right now. it’s fine. he’ll get it eventually, he just needs a plan. he’ll come up for a plan to get rid of the owl, just like he’ll come up with a plan to save will. if mike and dustin won’t help him, he’ll do it himself.

lucas is fourteen years old, and oh my god, he GOT IT. HE FINALLY FREAKING GOT IT. it took him half a decade, but he borrowed a teammate’s BB gun and managed to knock down its nest. and lucas doesn’t get why that was what got it to leave because it’s the most stubborn motherfucker he’s ever met, and he’s friends with dustin, but maybe it’s some kind of animal thing where you leave when your house gets wrecked and you’re too scared to build a new one. honestly, lucas doesn’t give a shit. the bird is gone, and that’s what matters. five freaking years of obnoxious hooting at 2am, over! peace at last! SILENCE at last! he wants to get up and jump on the bed, but maybe that’s immature of him. maybe he’s too excited about this. maybe he was right to tell his teammate it was to show off for a girl (which, he would’ve, gladly, if she’d come over or return any of his calls). maybe… maybe… maybe lucas should go to bed.

lucas is sixteen years old, and his bedroom is quiet. max is alive—thank god—and okay and healing and kind of happy, and vecna is dead and his friends and his family are safe and….god. they won. they won months ago, and it’s almost been a year, but lucas still has a hard time believing it. (his bedroom is quiet.) they tried so hard for so long and came so close to losing, and lucas hasn’t quite shaken that constant paranoia. “stay alert, stay alive,” is what they’d say when they went on patrols. (quiet.) he held max’s hand today and it was warm and she smiled at him, and it almost made him forget how cold her hands used to be. he remembers the hospital. he remembers the first days, when max had bloody bandages around her eyes. (quiet.) when she didn’t have the bandages, when it was just blood. he remembers holding her when she said she didn’t want to die (quiet.) and he said she wouldn’t and she needed to hold on cause the paramedics were almost there (quiet.) he remembers her dying and yeah she came back but she died. she died she died she died, and lucas’ room is so fucking quiet.

it’s ridiculous, really. the world ended, and they all lived. this is happily ever after. they saved the day.

he misses the stupid owl.

#having lumax thoughts #lucas postín tonight babey #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #lumax #stranger things #stranger things (ella's version)

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artisanscarecrow · 3 months

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I posted a Fantastic Thoughts a second ago, perhaps just to make myself feel better about posting an image of my actual, real, favorite superhero: Spider-Man!

Ah, but who doesn't like Spider-Man, right? How can you not? His whole shtick is being relatable!

Before I got around to playing Insomniac's Spider-Man, my roommate (though not at the time), told me that it was "the best Spider-Man story" in her opinion.

Boy howdy, was she pretty on the money about that! Don't get me wrong, I love Tobey, Andrew and Tom all equally (they're all babies and I love them sm)...

... but Yuri's performance along with the writing for that game makes his Peter Parker the most accurate-feeling Spider-Man I've seen in a long while.

And don't even get me started on Spider-Man: Miles Morales and the more recent Spider-Man 2. Hooo brother, I am super excited for what this franchise has in store!

Drawn using Procreate.

#spiderman #spiderman fanart #insomniac spider man #spiderman ps4 #peter parker #fanart #spiderman 2 #spiderman 2 ps5 #spiderman 2 game

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good-yonji-au · 7 months

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hi! it the fanfic writer and chapter two is roundhousing my ass so i'm back with more questions + ramble

what does Reiju think of the whole situation? I can imagine she has some mixed feelings on it along the vein of "where was this empathy when you were treating Sanji like garbage you asshole" but also "holy shit you're actually capable of human emotions, I gave up hope on this so long ago but you are beginning to prove me wrong and I could not be happier."

you mentioned that Reiju found Yonji in the hallways during his breakdown. as in, the ship hallways? how did he get there from the battlefield? did he just try to run back to his room, or someplace safe and just collapse midway?

how do Yonji and Sanji get Ichiji and Niji to come with them at the end of WCI? because I can't see them going willingly with the amount of reverence they have for Judge. do they just end up knocking them over the head, grabbing them and running? because that. Is really fucking funny.

does Yonji get to say some sort of goodbye to Ichiji and Niji before he leaves Germa? or does he just leave? i'm sort of weighing the two extremely tasty options in my head bc on the one hand if Yonji tells them he's leaving we get the pleasure of seeing them go "What. Why?? What the fuck? You're just leaving?" and getting a whole tense dramatic scene from it. But on the other hand. if he doesn't tell them. if Ichiji and Niji just notice that he's been acting a little weird lately but don't think much of it, it's not their business after all, and then one day he just. Vanishes. they don't know what happened to him, if he's alive or dead or whatever the hell, and then a little bit after that, this barely-sentient clone of him, this pale mockery of your brother just shows up one day, performing all his duties, and your supposed to act like nothing's wrong whatsoever. and they can't even talk about it because Judge conditioned them to not acknowledge any emotion and see any form of attachment or feeling as weakness. oughhhh.

sorry for the long message!

Hooo boy!

I also have a comic planned for some of this and idk if you want the fic spoiler or not so I put most of the answers in DM!

I will say that in my original timeline Yonji did NOT say goodbye to Ichiji and Niji :(

Also Reiju found Yonji in the halls a day or two after the battlefield incident.

#good yonji au #orange asks

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im-not-a-l0ser · 4 months

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So a while ago I did a poll on who Mark Chasity should date

For some reason, Ted Spankoffski won???? With Gary Goldstein (Attourney at Law) in second place.

Anyway, Officer Bailey made third, and I'd like to make my case for him and my opinion on the rest of the relationships.

I think that Officer Bailey and Mark Chasity would be so cute because they'd balance. Bailey is intense in an overcompensating way, and Mark Chasity is a sweetboi. Like it's such 😠👬😸 and I'm here for it.

I think that they could have a nice, domestic relationship, that Mark could make Bailey open up and be vulnerable.

Now, if you're uncomfortable with shipping characters played by the same guy, worry not! Many of us have decided that the cop in TGWDM (the guy who's not Sam lol) could easily be Bailey. And if that helps, do that. Because I love the idea of them.

Opinions of everyone else under the cut.

Okay, we're gonna talk about how these relationships would go, and I'm gonna go in decending order of who won. Which means:

Ted Spankoffski- I think that maybe it'd be a gay awakening hook-up? Nothing long term for them. Mark doesn't deserve that, honestly.

Gary Goldstein- This I think could be a longer term relationship, where they meet bc of some legal trouble or something like that, and they date for a few months, but Mark is overall neglected by Gary's busy worklife. They have a civil breakup, and maybe even a comforting relationship if they need a shoulder to cry on.

Offer Bailey- I already said, but I will continue to say: Bailey is someone Mark would consider separating Karen for. Someone he can just be with, and who keeps his life interesting without being abusive or rude to him, and who will be emotionally vulnerable with him, even if it's probably only with him. I think of of ever broke up, it would be so bittersweet. I think it would be Mark picking his religion and family over Bailey, and Bailey holding back tears while supporting him because he knows that his family means so much to him and since Bailey may have wanted something like that for so long (imagine him with a little girl omg) he'd understand even more

No one, he will never be happy- Sad, but realistic.

Dan Reynolds (with Action News, weekdays at 10 pm)- He's someone I highkey put to fill slots, so I'm surprised he made 5th. But like... I can sort of see it? Like, I feel like one would flirt with the other, and the other would either not notice or ignore them.

Bill Woodward (tied with Gerald Monroe)- I have mentioned how I think Bill is straight, and how it makes me sad bc I like him and Paul, but it's prolly one-sided. But it would be cute if he were queer. Someone said they met at church, which I love, but I just think Bill is (sadly) straight.

Gerald Monroe (tied with Bill Woodward)- I feel like this would be more of a similar relationship that he'd have with Max’s dad; a not-even-friends with benefits that's out if the public eye because they are bigots who happen to be attracted to men. They would both not treat Mark like a person, and while he might even enjoy that for a short period of time, he would realise that it's unbalanced and would eventually leave like he deserves.

Kyle's Dad- So, we don't know Kyle's Dad, I just thought it was a silly, cute idea. Besides Bailey, it's either Kyle or Jason's dad that I could see, just based on how nice their kids are when given the freedom.

General John MacNamara- Okay, I get it, it's a cute idea. Uh, Jon McNamara is married though and I don't wanna fuck that up.

Other (Put in Tags), AKA President Howard Goodman apparently- I think this is silly, but I actually like it. Especially if he is with Mark during/after his meeting with Wiggly. Because hooo boy, imagine that conversation. A stuck, frozen, breaking down Howie calling his long distance hubby and telling him 'I just met a dark god and almost died,' and Mark doesn't want to belittle his experience or preach in a moment of absolute madness, so he just doesn't know what to do? I see the appeal 100%

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sadboyeddie · 2 years

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Don’t Forget Who You Belong To

October 14th: Spanking

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Steve is jealous and fed up with your attitude

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, daddy kink, mean Steve, breeding kink, spanking

A/N: Hooo boy

2.3k Words

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You snatch ‘The Temple Of Doom’ tape off the rack in front of you before turning to face Steve with a huff.

“Indiana Jones is not horror, Steve!” To say you’re in a bad mood would be an understatement.

You were supposed to be on a date right now with a cute guy you had met at the hideout when you last went to watch Eddie play, but instead Keith decided he didn’t want to work so he switched shifts with you.

You usually didn’t mind late night stocking, always enjoying Steve’s company but it’s been so long since you’ve been out and every time you find a tape put in the wrong place you feel yourself getting a little more angry.

“It really depends on your concept of horror,” he laughs, completely ignoring your stroppy tone, “did you see the monkey brains?”

You send him your meanest glare and he sends you a playful one back, clearly enjoying your misery.

And honestly he was.

Robin told him of your date and to say he was not happy would be an understatement.

You and Steve used to have a friends with benefits arrangement but that stopped a few months ago, you noticed your feelings for the man growing stronger and not being reciprocated so to save yourself further heartbreak you pulled away.

Steve wasn’t pleased but what could he do?

When Keith told him of the new shipment of tapes coming in Steve was thrilled. It was a big shipment that would require taking old tapes off and rotating in the new releases. It would surely take the better part of the night.

Steve convinced Keith to take the night off and switch shifts with you, he spun some lie about how you needed the extra money but were too prideful to ask for extra work.

He at least had the decency to feel a small amount of pity, but that quickly dissipated when he overheard you complaining to Robin about having to cancel on your date.

Back in the present you put ‘Indiana Jones’ in the action aisle before doing a once over to make sure he hasn’t ‘accidentally’ put any more in the wrong place.

Steve isn’t usually this careless and you’d almost think he was doing it on purpose but that would make no sense, he was complaining about cancelled plans earlier so wouldn’t he want to get out of here quicker?

“Seriously?” You hiss as you grab yet another misplaced tape, “‘Aliens’ isn’t action!”

“There’s action in it,” Steve argues.

“It’s horror!” You throw your hands up and walk back to the other aisle.

“What’s up your ass today?” Steve scoffs, feigning ignorance.

“No one, that’s the problem,” you mumble to yourself but Steve’s hawk-like hearing catches your words.

“What was that?” His smirk is playfully with a hint of something else.

“What was what?” You ignore his attempts of teasing.

“So you’re pissed cause you’re not getting fucked tonight,” he huffs a laugh and trying hard to hide his jealousy.

“Fuck you, dipshit,” you flip him the bird and slam the tape on the rack.

“You could if you want,” he shrugs.

“No thank you!” You snap and head over to the counter to grab a pile of tapes, hopefully Steve has put them onto the computer, he’s had more then enough time.

“You know, I’m getting a bit sick of your attitude,” he grumbles.

“Well why don’t you do something about it,” you don’t really pay attention to the words you just spoke and they don’t really hit you until you feel a tight grip on your bicep.

Steve drags you behind the counter with a rushed force causing you to drop the tapes in your hands.

“What the fuck, Harrington,” your voice his filled with annoyance.

“Shut up,” he spits and spins you around and pushes you face down on the counter, your chest making contact with the top, “you wanna be a naughty little girl, I’ll treat you like one.”

Steve’s hands come around to your front and unsnap the buttons of your pants before pulling your jeans down your to your ankles.

“Colour?” He pushes his body flush against you, his thighs pressed against yours as he leans in awaiting a response.

“Green,” you flex your thighs, pussy already dripping, “fuck, Steve, green!”

He lets out a chuckle as he leans back, hands pushing up the material of your shirt until it’s bunched above your hips giving him a full view of your ass.

A bit of movement grabs your attention and your eyes instantly snap to the front of the store, it’s almost one in the morning but there was a work party at the arcade down the street.

You watch as a few people stand on the other side of the road chatting and smoking as they leisurely walk to their destination, if they just happened to turn their heads slightly they would see you in a very compromising position.

“St-Steve,” the anger has sizzled out of your tone, now nervous at the idea of being caught.

“Better be quiet, baby,” he chuckles, eyes trained on them as well.

Without warning Steve brings his hand down in a swift SMACK causing a high pitched squeak to slip out. You slap your hand over your mouth as your asscheek throbs.

“How many do you deserve, sweet girl?” Steve’s voice is mocking but it sends a thrill straight down your spine to your core.

“What ever you think,” your voice quiet, you jolt forward as he lands another hit, this time to the other cheek, “daddy, fuck,” you quickly correct yourself, you should know better by now.

“Good girl,” he massages the reddening skin before speaking again, “I think twenty should do it,” he hums.

“Twenty?!” You furrow you brow, that seems too much, especially when Steve has a tendency to be quite hard with his hits.

“Ten for your attitude, five for going on a date, and five for ignoring me for the last few months,” he lists off, voice turning hard at the last part.

You’re momentarily shocked, Steve never showed any indication that he had feelings for you or that he was upset when you called off the arrangement, if anything he seemed indifferent.

Before you can scrutinise every moment you ever spent with Steve he delivers two harsh smacks to your left cheek. You squeeze your eyes shut and suck in a breath at the sting.

“Relax, babe,” his tone is soft, a jarring contrast to his punishments.

Your grip on the edge of the counter tightens as your knuckles go white, Steve lands three more blows on the same cheek, you feel tears stinging your eyes, your panties not doing much to soften the hits but the pain is nothing compared to the throbbing between your legs.

“What do you say, sweetheart?” He finally decides to inflict some damage to your right cheek with two more slaps.

“Sorry, daddy!” You hiss, tears freely sliding down your cheeks.

By the time he’s on the fifteenth smack you’re sniffling against your wrist, you haven’t safeworded so he knows you’re fine.

“Almost done, pretty girl,” he promises, voice soft.

You let out a whine and wiggle your ass back against his hand, biting your lip at the painful sting but just wanting this to be finished so he can fuck you.

Steve decides to take some pity on you and not draw this out, your legs are slightly twitching from exhaustion and your asscheeks and the backs of your thighs are almost bruised and hot to the touch.

Unfortunately for you he decide to convey all his pent up frustration at your behaviour into these last five smacks, the dark, cruel part of him wants you to feel the anguish he felt.

He slightly rears his hand back and brings it down with a loud CRACK.

Thankfully the people from across the street left about ten minutes ago because they definitely would have heard that.

You don’t have time to recover as he delivers four more equally loud and equally painful hits to your ass.

You openly sob now, the punishment teetering on more pain then pleasure and just as you’re about to safeword out he stops.

“You did so good for me, baby,” his voice is sincere and it only causes you to sob a little more at the gentleness of it, “we’re finished now,” he promises.

The leans down and presses kisses up your back, his hands massaging your hips as he continues to praise you.

He kneels down behind you so he can get a look at the damage he’s caused as he moves your panties to the side, a smirk playing over his lips at the handprint starting to bruise into your ass.

He kisses the slightly raised skin, you let out a pained whimper as he shushes you, lips gliding over your flesh to place soft kisses against you.

When you clench your thighs Steve is hit with the heavy scent of your arousal and when he pulls your legs apart he can see that your panties are practically glued to your folds as slick coats your thighs.

He gathers some of your wetness and sucks his fingers into his mouth, groaning around the appendages, he’s missed your taste.

He bunches the top of your panties in his hand and harshly pulls up causing the material to wedge between your pussy folds and asscheeks.

“St-Steve,” your voice is shy, a little embarrassed with his actions.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he complements, he tugs up harder watching as the material all but disappears between your folds, “I think you deserve a reward, baby.”

With that Steve pulls your panties down your legs and helps you kick off your jeans all the way before he pockets the damp material. When he stands he pulls out his cock and is quick to line it up with your entrance.

He puts a firm hand on your lower back to keep you in place as he thrusts inside, not waiting for you to adjust before he’s jackhammering his hips into your cervix.

You bite down on your fist as whimpers flood from your mouth. You clench around him every time his balls slap against your clit.

Steve leans down and grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back, your head is pulled at an uncomfortable angle but it all just adds to the pleasure.

“Gonna fill this pussy,” his voice almost as rough as his pace, “might get you pregnant, see if you leave me then.”

Your moan comes out slightly strangled due to the strain on your neck, you knew Steve has a breeding kink, he’s shared his camper van story and it’s even fuelled some decent sex but for some reason this doesn’t seem like the usual role play.

“You want that, baby?” He slows down his pace so he can fuck deeper into you, “want me to make you a mommy?”

You don’t know if it’s delirium caused by so much overwhelming pleasure but right now you did. You wanted Steve to make you a mommy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Steve fuck!” You drop your hand from your mouth, no longer caring if you’re heard, “put a baby in me!” You beg.

“Fuck,” you never really responded to the other times he’s brought it up during sex so he wasn’t expecting you to now but at your words something changes in him.

He lifts you up further so you’re more on the counter, your legs no longer touching the floor, as he grabs your hips and controls your movements.

He fucks up into your pussy, hands tight on your hips as he slams them down to match his pace, your chest is rubbing uncomfortably against the counter top but you’ve never been more turned on in your life.

“Gonna cum, baby!” He places a hand on your shoulder as he leans forward and fucks his cock deep into your womb before letting out an animalistic growl.

Even as you feel his cum filling you up he doesn’t slow down, instead his pace becomes slightly erratic as he uses his cock, still fully hard, to push his cum into you further.

You’re sure by now your insides are as bruised as your ass and that thought mixed with Steve hammering his cock into you has you crying out as you fly over the edge.

You let out a pained moan as he continues to use your body, you’re exhausted and on the brink of passing out but Steve is still as hard as he’s been all night.

“Steve,” you gently cry.

“One more, baby,” he promises, “the first time never takes.”

Steve pulls you back until you’re standing, his arms wrap around you to anchor your body to his, you’re back pressed to his chest as he fucks up into your heat, the new position causing your pussy to squeeze his cock tighter inside you.

You slump your weight against him and hold on for dear life, unfortunately for you Steve is still feeling a little mean as he brings his hand down and slaps over your clit, you cry out as he continues to abuse your oversensitive nub.

He arched his back as he thrusts one last time into you, the position causing your feet once again to leave the ground as he fills you for the second time tonight.

Your pussy is sore and you can feel every twitch and throb from his cock as he holds it inside of you to plug his cum.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he voice is cracked, you’re no longer able to stand and he helps you slide to the floor, finally pulling his softening length out of you when you move to sit back against the counter, “I think that should take.”

If Steve hadn’t just fucked you within in an inch of your life you would have felt slightly alarmed at his comment and you also might have noticed the sound of a car door slamming and driving away.

Steve sits in front of you, breathless with a smug smile knowing that your ‘date’ won’t be happening any time soon, not after witnessing Steve take your pussy like he owns it.

#stranger things #my writing #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #joe keery #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #kinktober

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fallout4-reacts · 1 year

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How about Companions react to a sole who cries in their sleep? Thx for doing the lords work

Hooo how cute! It will be with pleasure, I really hope you'll like it!

And Felicitations! You're the first!

Cait : They set up a rudimentary camp under a pillar of the old highway. The road was long; barely the fire lit and the area safe, Sole fell asleep. Cait prefers to lengthen the evening with a good crooked brobov. That’s how she becomes aware, barely an hour later, of a strange sound. It’s like a muffled squeak. Really not usual of this kind of sound, Cait gets up slowly, wondering what creature can produce something so strange. She then realizes that the sound comes from the Sole’s sleeping bag and worries about what might be attacking them. She grabs a stick dragging near the fire and lines up to hit swift and hard… when she realizes that its Sole themselves that seems… cry? Like a child? Cait has a vague memory of having already cried, a long time ago. In fact, while crouching near Sole, she remembers too well a distant time when she was crying, curled up in the bottom of her bed, a habit she soon lost because the slightest weakness was deadly when she became a combat slave. She hesitates for a long time, then advances an uncertain hand towards her friend’s shoulder. “Eh?” Sole wakes up, shocked, and quickly wipes they cheeks covered with tears. “Sorry. I guess I was dreaming of… finally… before.” Cait makes a grimace, uncertain of how to react, but she decides to pat (awkwardly) Sole’s shoulder as a sign of comfort. “It’s going to be okay. We have all our moments… I guess.” Sole grips her and leads her in a hug to break the back of a bear and Cait immediately regrets having wanted to comfort the other. Finally, after a few seconds, she hugs them back.

Codsworth : The poor butler walks back and forth in Sanctuary’s kitchen. He heard Sole crying there, at the end of the hall, but even though he knew how to develop his small personality during the 200 years he spent waiting, he wonders where the line between servant and companion is. He cuts himself off from the only thing he can do: make tea. He actually prepares three kinds: one to calm the nerves, one to improve the mood, and one to help them regain sleep. After reflection, he mixes the three, then takes the cup and finally decides to enter the main chamber. "Madam/Sir?" Sole shakes, surprised to feel they cried. "Hm. Codsworth. What time is it?" "3am. But since you seemed to have a disturbed sleep, I made tea to help you." "That’s nice, Codsworth. You’re a real friend." Codsworth feels excitement when Sole makes this statement. A friend? A friend. He gives the cup to Sole and then goes back to the kitchen to clean.

Curie (synth) : Curie has read much research on human emotion and knows that sleep disturbed by negative feelings means a repression of emotions. She decides to sit on the edge of Sole’s bed, gently shaking her friend to wake them up. Sole quickly wipes away their tears, embarrassed to be surprised in such a situation.

"Don’t worry, it’s perfectly normal in your situation to have these moments. According to Freud— "Curie, it’s okay. I’m going to skip an essay on human psychology at 3 a.m." "So, do you want a hug?" Sole hesitates, embarrassed, then reaches out. The synth is rather good for giving comforting hugs, and soon, Sole finds a calmer sleep. If romanticized, Curie and Sole would snuggle in each other’s arms to end the night, with Curie sliding her fingers into Sole’s hair while they fell asleep.

Danse : (PreBB) Danse knew a lot of soldiers sobbing at night for miles and a reason in barracks. But none was really his friend. He knows that the best procedure to follow is to wake the subject up, give them water to drink, and get them to talk about what’s upsetting them. But with Sole, he feels a bit embarrassed. He doesn’t know why. He feels that he himself feels something strange in the presence of his friend, but he has trouble understanding why he is so moved to hear them cry. However, he has to react. He shakes Sole’s shoulder and addresses them perhaps a little too abruptly without looking at them. "Soldier, you’re crying." "Shit, Danse, I’m sorry." "Want to talk about it?" "Not really, no. But thank you. It was horrible." Danse awkwardly holds a bottle, always without looking at them. "Drink, go back to sleep. But if ever… if you ever feel the need to talk about it, know that I... I am here. We are mission companions, and I would not want to know you are indisposed." "In your personal language, I understand you’re worried, Danse?" "Hrm. Drink, sleep." "Thank you, friend, good night." "Good night, and… sweet dreams. Danse (PostBB if romanced) : Danse turns into a half-sleep and surrounds Sole with his protective arms, attracting them in a bear hug. Sole immediately feels good and safe, finding a more peaceful sleep. The next morning, Danse tries to make Sole talk, and he opens slowly on what disturbed them. Over the course of the day and even the following days, Danse helps Sole make peace with their repressed emotions by using all the tricks he knows from his experience gained in the Brotherhoods.

Deacon : Deacon observes Sole sleeping over the campfire, and his face is irritated, but not because of Sole. He is irritated because he feels powerless to assist his companion. What would he say to them? Lies? Trying to help people to confront their problems at the risk of bringing up his own demons? No, let them sleep and hope that all will be forgotten the next day. If romanced, Deacon slowly awakens Sole. "Eh. I'm not sure who you were dreaming about, but you know the rules: you can only beg me, and only during sex." Sole laughs, a little surprised and taken aback. They see that their cheeks are swollen with weeping. They cried once more. The dream returns to them. Their spouse was murdered, and they lost their son. It's almost become a nighttime classic. They sadly sigh. "Come on, uh, everything will be okay." "Liar." They both bust out chuckling and Deacon moves Sole little to create room in the sleeping bag. "Come here, sleep, and keep an eye on you." "Thank you." "I'll always be there for you."

Dogmeat : Lick the face of Sole until they wake up. Whines a little before sinking into his master's arms. Sole buries their face in the dog's fur and sighs, pleased to have such a loyal companion. They return to sleep, and this time their sleep is more peaceful.

Elder Maxson : When the Elder is on duty in the barracks, he overhears a soldier whimpering in his sleep. He approaches a dormitory and discovers that it belongs to Sole. He is feeling a little uneasy. Sole did not appear to be the type of person to have struggles, but it appears that they suppress their feelings deep within. Maxson walks up to their bed and shakes them. "You have a disturbed sleep, Knight." When they see the Elder next to them, Sole misses falling out of bed... They are really humiliated to have been discovered crying, by the Elder in top of that. They rise slowly, embarrassed. "Don't be ashamed; it's normal, and I believe we all go through it. Life is difficult, and the life of a soldier is even more difficult. Tomorrow morning, you will consult Knight-Captain Cade, who will be able to recommend sleep options." "T-t-thank you very much, Elder." "Now go back to bed. Make an effort to have a better night." "T-t-thank you very much. You as well." If he's romanced, Maxson gets up from his office, where he spent the day reading reports, and moves closer to his bed. "Hey, honey." "Arthur?" Sole is perplexed and struggling to recuperate. "You were sobbing. Is there anything you'd like to talk about?" "No, but I'd like to be hugged." Maxson can't keep a grim smile on his face. When they want to, Sole can be a big baby. But he cheerfully submits to the comfort session and then tucks his beloved in. When he finishes his tasks, he slides against them in the bed and hugs them tightly, keeping them all against him while he falls asleep.

Hancock : Hancock slipped behind Sole and took them in his arms, romance or not. He softly awakens them up by playing with their hair.

"Look like you had yourself a real nasty nightmare there, brother." "Hancock? It was awful." "Want to chat about it?" "No, not at all. It's just too much...it's just too much..." "Sh. Don't sweat it too much, we all have our demons and you ain't no different. Take a swig of jet and let yourself drift back into dreamland, everything gonna be copacetic."

Hancock stays exactly where he is for the balance of the night, affectionately caressing his friend/lover.

Gage : Panic Pledge. Worse than Cait. An overboss crying is an overboss showing weakness. An overboss who shows weakness is a dead overboss. And how he compromised for this Overboss in particular, Gage believes he’s going to die if it’s discovered. He’s going around the Fizztop Grille to make sure no one’s sneaking around, and then he comes back to Sole’s room. "Hey boss, waking up." "Gage? What time is it?" "It’s time to take you for a pussy, it seems. Get your act together. It’s unworthy of an overboss to chew like a chick." Sole feels shame and quickly wipes their tears. "Sorry I…" "Don’t make it worse, don’t apologize any more. Damn it, you’re the big guy, drop the sentimentality stuff." "Yeah, it’s okay, I get it." "Here, a nuka-cola. Think of the conquests we’ll make before you fall asleep, it will save you from doing something stupid again." If romanced, Gage turns into his half-sleep and… panics for a moment while waking up completely. Then, finding nothing better, he takes Sole in his arms, if only to hide them in the face of a possible witness. He must protect them, no matter what. But he sincerely hopes that in the morning, they will not say a word about this story and that it will never happen again.

MacCready : MacCready was lying on his bedroll, staring at the night sky, when he became aware of Sole crying on the other side of the campfire. He sat back up, a worried expression on his face, and returned his gaze to the spot where they were resting. Their sleep expression was one of intense sorrow, and tears streamed down their cheeks.

He gave them a little shoulder shake. "Wake up, boss. You're having a terrible dream."

When Sole's eyes eventually opened, they were filled with confusion and fear as they looked up at MacCready. “Mac?" They were crying so hard that their voices were raspy when they asked, "What... what's going on?" Sole knows that with Mac, there's very little chance of a threat appearing too close, so they're perplexed as to why the mercenary wakes them awake.

"You were crying in your sleep," Mac replied, before asking, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Sole hesitated for a second, but after looking at the compassionate ratface who had recently shared his own concerns with them, they decided to start talking. "It was... just a nightmare," they stated. "Concerning the Institute and Shaun," their voice shaking as they mention their kid.

"I'm very sorry. That must have hurt a lot. I'm not sure how I'd react if Duncan were taken away from me," Mac mumbled through clinched teeth, his voice trembling with the intensity of his own emotions.

If romanced, MacCready would continue to console them, embracing them tightly and vowing to stay up and talk until they felt better. He'd then go a step further, bending in to offer them a delicate kiss.

"I love you." He said it while looking at them, tears welling up in his eyes. "You're worth more to me than any cap, and I only want to see you happy. You know what? We'll get your son back, it's a promise."

Sole smiled weakly as they reached up to softly pat MacCready's cheek. “Okay. Thank you very much, Mac. You are the most amazing everything that has ever happened in my life, since the bomb, and possibly before."

MacCready's heart was overflowing with feelings of love and pride. He was aware that being with the Sole Survivor meant taking on all of their suffering and fears, as well as their triumphs and happiness, but he was convinced that as long as they had each other, they would be able to face any obstacle.

Nick Valentine : When Nick hears weeping, he is working on a file. He's not surprised; there's no picture. Sole is already strong enough not to cry at every turn for someone who came from a perfect little existence and was launched into a post-apocalyptic world where terrible tribulations always multiply. Nick rises from his chair and walks down the passage to the back bedroom. He walks up to the bed and places his good hand on his friend's shoulder. "Wake up, doll/kid." "Nick? Can you tell me what time it is?" "It doesn't matter if it's late. You were sobbing. Wanna talk about it?" "No, not at all..." "Come on doll/kid," he says as he sits on the bed's corner, "it's not good to keep everything inside. It treats you at night, at the very least. The more that can be said, the better. And then we can move on." "Thank you, Nick. Maybe... someday." “Meanwhile, know that you can always count on me to be here for you. Right around the corner and down the hall. Would you like a bottle of water?" "Thank you, Nick; that would be nice." "It really is nothing. Nothing, in all honesty." If Nick is romanced: Nick leaves his workplace since, romanced or not, he doesn't need to sleep and only does so when Sole asks him to sleep with them. Sole went to bed alone that night, but Nick feels they shouldn't have after hearing their sobs. He walks up to them and, slipping close to them on the mattress, takes them in his arms, softly waking them. "Hey, you seem to be having a nightmare." "Oh, Nick, that was awful!" "Would you like to talk about it?" "No, but please keep me close." "Don't worry, I've got this." And that's exactly what he does. Through the night, he holds Sole in his arms and caresses them tenderly with his good hand.

Piper : Piper had always been a light sleeper, so when she heard faint sobbing coming from the other bed in the room, she awoke. She sat up and looked over to Sole, who was moaning loudly in their sleep.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," she said quietly as she crawled up to their side. "Blue. You're having a bad dream."

Sole straightens up in their nappy and reaches for their weapon, but Piper runs ahead of them and takes the gun away from them.

"Wow! There is no danger in sight!"

"Piper? What exactly is going on?"

"You were crying in your sleep," she said at them. "Honestly, given everything you've been through, I don't find it surprising, but I couldn't let you mope in either... whatever it was you were rehashing."

"Hm. It was simply a nightmare. Sorry for waking you up."

"Come on, isn't that what friends are for?" For better and worse, I guess. Would you like to talk about it?"

Sole examines her for a long time, perhaps hesitantly, before shaking their heads. "No. I don't want it to be on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow morning."

The reporter has been hurt but she chuckles nervously to alleviate her suffering. "Come on, I know I'm a little... intense, but I'd never expose your privacy to the four winds!"

"You've already done it. Remember? It was the interview."

"It was entirely voluntary!" Piper is fuming with annoyance now, and she reaches into her pockets for a cigarette. She understands that her relationship with Sole is built from above and below, but she just wants to help and is upset by her friend's insinuations. Sole sighs deeply, nervously rubbing their neck.

"I'm sorry. I didn't intend to be that cruel. I… I guess I'm still a little drowsy to speak well."

Piper puffs on her cigarette.

"I was dreaming about Shaun,” they finally confess. “I was dreaming about Kellogg taking him away."

The wide smile that spills over Piper's lips without her being able to contain it tells a lot about her happiness that her friend open to her. She puts down her smoke and wraps her arms around her pal, squeezing them hard against her. "Here you go.” Then she realizes what he said. “Oh… Oh my goodness! I’m sorry. It's awful. I'm very sorry."

“Oh no, only one of us can be sorry at a time,” Sole laughs.

"Ah, Blue, poor Blue." She continues to rock her pal till they are completely relaxed. Piper's nerves are completely spent from not crying in front of her friend's distress, so when Sole eventually falls asleep, she moves away a little, crouches on the ground, and cries for a solid half hour.

If they were romanced, Piper and Sole would have shared the same bed. Piper will then hold them tightly and keep them against her during their conversation, perhaps placing a kiss on their face or in their neck as proof of her love for them.

"Blue, I love you. I'm here for you," she murmured, her eyes welling up. "We'll get through this together, okay?"

The Sole Survivor smiled softly, reaching up to wipe a strand of Piper's hair away from her face. "Okay. Thank you very much, Piper. I'm not sure what I'd do without you."

Piper tucks herself into Sole's chest, and the two fall back to sleep together, providing profound solace to one another.

Preston : Preston is startled awake by Sole's sobs. He gets out of bed and quickly fixes his sight on the General's. Preston understands how a troubled mind feels at night. He walks up to his companion's backpack and searches for a bottle of water before gently shaking their shoulder. "General, eh?" "What? Is there a settlement that requires our assistance? What exactly is going on?" Preston softly shakes his head, unable to resist smiling. He may be exploiting the pleas for aid, and he should be aware of this in the future. "You were crying, General." "I…" Sole touches their cheek and notices that they are still wet. Their dream resurfaces in their minds. "Indeed, yes. I'm sorry for waking you up, Garvey." The Colonel sits on the edge of his superior's bed. "There's no need to apologies. Actually, I get it. Would you like to talk about it?" "No, not at all." "I understand that as well. Drink here." Sole takes the bottle and downs it. "How frequently do you do that?" they inquire. "Crying in your sleep?" "The question is, do I ever sleep without crying? Understand, I don't consider it a flaw. I've witnessed the devastation of so many men and women, children, and lives. If it didn't come for me, I'd say I'd lost my humanity." Sole pauses before returning the bottle to Preston. "You... you're right. I was dreaming about that day when I watched Kellogg murder my wife and kidnap my child. I felt so helpless. I still have nightmares about this moment, and each time it tears me apart." Preston places a compassionate hand on the shoulder of his General. "I see what you're saying. Believe me, I get it. But the most important thing to remember is that if it had been possible for you, I'm sure you would have done everything in your power to prevent it. I seen you, and I know you're capable of anything. Kellogg would already be rotting in hell if you hadn't been locked up without a way out, and your spouse and son would still be by your side. It wasn't your fault at all." "T...thank you very much, Preston. I believe...I believe I needed to hear it." "Please don't thank me; I'm simply telling the truth. It's time to go back to sleep. We'll have a lot of work to do tomorrow to get the Castle back in working order." "Yeah... but thank you." "I'll see you later, General." If they are romanced, it is all in the same waters, but Preston will take Sole in his arms and reassure them by softly cuddling them. He kisses them on the forehead as they fall asleep, assuring them that he will be by their side for a very long time.

Strong : Strong hears sobbing and walks over to Sole's bed. He takes the mattress with both hands and flips it over, sending Sole flying. "What? What?! What is— "Puny human weeps like a child. Puny human must be strengthened." "Thank you from the board, Strong. I'll try to remember..." "Strong always there for puny human." "Yeah, we'll discuss it in the morning. I might have an assignment just for you in a settlement." "Strong is powerful, and Strong guards weak little humans." "Please go to sleep." "Human sleep, Strong watch." "No! No, that's OK. Go to sleep, I'll keep an eye on you." "Good, but no more weeps." "No, trust me, never again."

X6-88 : "You're crying, Ma'am/Sir." Sole struggles to drive the clouds of sleep away, only to find the Courser leaning over them, hand on their shoulder. "X6? Can you tell me what time it is?" "The sun hasn't risen yet, but you were crying in your sleep." Sole looks around, a little perplexed. Then they recall. They had just left a raider camp the day before, and one of them was dressed in a set that vaguely resembled Kellogg's. Probably what made them dream about this fateful day... "I'm sorry for worrying you, X6, but everything is fine." "If there is something that disturbs your sleep and prevents you from getting a good night's rest, I'm confident a scientist at the Institute will be able to operate on a— "No, X6. It's natural for humans to experience extreme emotions during the sleep period, yet everything is well with me. I don't require treatment." "If you say so, ma'am/sir, but if it happens again, I cannot urge you enough to say— "Good night, X6." "Good night, ma'am/sir." Sole turns in their bed and goes back to sleep, while the Courser resumes his monitoring place, his piercing stare not leaving Sole for the remainder of the night. If romanced, X6 awakens Sole. "You're crying, Ma'am/Sir." "Yes, X6, I had a nightmare." "Is this another of those emotions you were describing to me?" "Yes, X6, it does happen." The Courser pauses. "What can I...do to assist you?" "Hold me close." X6 crushing Sole against his chest. "Is that correct?" "Yes, it's absolutely perfect." "Is that adequate?" "It's just perfect." Sole barely finished their sentence before falling asleep again, and X6 dares not to move a single hair.

#cait #curie #codsworth #danse #deacon #elder maxson #gage #hancock #nick valentine #preston garvey #strong #x6 88 #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 react #fallout 4 reactions #fallout #fallout companions #sole survivor

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Hi! Absolutely love your school quiz (I got Life btw which is me to an absolute tee) and I just wanted to know if you'd consider publishing all the results since I'm a curious bean and want to know what the other school results are 😅

(link to quiz) (i recommend others take the quiz because this has spoilers for the answers)

hello anon,

I figured out how to log back into Uquiz because of this ask.

and hooo boy. some stats. first off: I made the quiz 2 years ago. god, i was 19. innocent, a darling, a babe in the woods. uncancelled, free.

Grand Total of quiz takers: 1,326! buncha nerds! many of them are myth wizards, apparently!

Now here are your Answers for the Quiz!

STORM:

“That which can be imagined, can be achieved.”- School Motto, Wizard101

Storm wizards, known as Diviners, are creative and strong willed, though easily distracted at times. They have a tendency to be dramatic, but that makes them even more fun as companions. They are electric, and powerful, and wonderful people. They are diverse in their interests, but all follow the same motto of achievement, of having a concrete object to show their progress as wizards.

ICE:

“… with Persistence, Victory is assured.”- School Motto, Wizard101

Ice wizards, also known as thaumaturges, are intelligent. They can become perfectionists, and can be almost too self sacrificial in their role. They can be unyielding, not changing their ways in this deep need to be right. Their closed off and curt nature leads to an isolation. To melt the walls around an ice wizard's heart, to be let in to those deep emotions and memories, is something rare and to be cherished.

FIRE:

“If the Mind is like a candle, the Heart is like the sun.”- School Motto, Wizard101

Fire wizards, or Pyromancers, are passionate and wild, impulsive. They rush in on instinct as opposed to what logic would dictate. They are, down to their core, good. They are trying their best, even if it means they burn out. Their passion can manifest in a number of ways, many detrimental, but having a network of friends to anchor them can lead to a very powerful leader.

DEATH:

“Timor mortis conturbat me.” (The Fear of Death Confounds Me)- School Motto, Wizard101

Death wizards (necromancers), are morbid and fond of dark humor, as long as it doesn't make light of the tragedy of their school. They have a hard time connecting with other schools of wizards, because of their personality, but also the fundamental understanding of the Spiral that they cannot share.

MYTH:

“To control the Future, one must look to the Past.”-School Motto, Wizard101

Myth wizards, Conjurers, are very control driven. They are imaginative and have a deep investment in history, whether mythological or human, and they try to learn from the past as best they can, because the cyclical nature of time vexes them the most of any school. They can also have visions of the past, present, and future, through many different mediums, but most of all through dreams.

LIFE:

"As we have been Created, so must we Create."-School Motto, Wizard101

Life wizards, Theurgists, are kind people. Their magic derives from the body, keeping themself and others whole. They can be almost parental at times in their protectiveness, though they tend to feel helpless in the face of grave danger, only able to pick up the pieces and heal afterwards. When only around other life wizards, they can become vicious and competitive in their usefulness, a secret hierarchy few outsiders know of.

BALANCE:

“Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frog, Wool of Bat, and Tongue of Dog.”- School Motto, Wizard101

Balance Wizards, Sorcerers, do not draw upon magic in the traditional sense of the other six main schools of Ravenwood. There is no internal or external draw, but from the magic itself, the elements of each school understood in such ways that they may become one whole.The most flexible of the schools, they meditate and try to understand many things other take for granted. This may lead to an almost condescending view of other wizards at times, for they are never willing to understand the balance of the Spiral.

STAR:

“Your path is illuminated by the light Yet darkness lets the stars shine bright.” ~J.L.W. Brooks (School Motto)

Star wizards specialize in auras, enhancing their own magic in order to more effectively defeat their foe. While an accessory school in game, it is believed that they are prone to distraction, fond of glitter, and rather giggly at times. They can be vicious, can fight as well as the next wizard. They will fight until the end, until the last star dies out, and even they will not know when that is, and they will not stop.

SUN:

“The strength of the Sun will show our inherent capacity for truth and transformation.”-School Motto, Wizard101

Sun Wizards are primarily leaders, an excellent figurehead and rallying point for others. Their magic is used to enhance their spells in battle, enchanting or mutating the inherent magic in the spell cards for just one encounter. These wizards do not crumble under pressure as others may, they are strong and inherently hold onto that strength in order to guide and pull their allies through to the other side of a difficult situation.

MOON:

“The moon is a transformation that shows where change is necessary.”-School Motto, Wizard101

Moon Wizards use their magic to polymorph into other creatures or beings, changing their spell deck and statistics mid-battle. They must have a strong sense of self and grasp upon their own identity in order to continue to utilize these magics and remain who they were originally when they polymorph back. They have so many secrets they fear sharing, but when they do it is the ultimate form of their trust, and they bond with friends for life.

SHADOW:

"It is unstable and difficult to control." Wizard101.com on Shadow magic.

Shadow wizards are few and far between. The backlash the magic inflicts upon its wizards is difficult and painful, but a fair way to rebalance the Spiral after using this reality bending, strange magic. Shadow wizards are capable of great things, but in that greatness, there is no indication whether it shall be for the good or the harm of the worlds and peoples of the Spiral.

#ask #anon #anonymous #wizard101 #wizzy101 #wiz101 #w101

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thedeathdeelers · 1 year

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Julie as an exorcist for hire and Luke as her ghost partner au (Bring it On Ghost 😌)

and/or

JATP characters meet working a a pet store au (let’s pretend it’s a super ethical one where all the pets are rescues ok lol)

HOOO BOY OK ok ok ok OK

edit: uh. yeah. good luck reading this it’s so long but then so rushed idk man enjoy……….

edit 2: wait shit i just reread your ask and u specifically said julie exorcist and luke ghost…..I APOLOGISE. STILL WORKS………….

get it on ghost au:

so luke’s always been plagued with the gift of seeing ghosts - he hates it, it’s mostly annoying when they show up unannounced declaring that he has to help them — and worst of all, it’s exhausting having to get rid of the creepy ones in ways other than just guiding them spiritually (ie beating the crap out of them)

it took up too much of his time and he just wanted to focus on his music man

he figures out at one point tho that he can make a business out of it — make some money by advertising his skills (without his parents knowing cause well. they wouldn’t necessarily agree to it) and getting people to pay him to ‘exorcise’ ie beat the crap out of ghosts that refuse to move on and just insist on haunting the living

(alex and reggie know about this of course. esp when they suddenly have nicer practice rooms to chill in. alex isn’t thrilled he’s actually terrified, but reggie just wants to join in on all the client calls luke gets)

AND THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING: so one day luke gets a text from a potential client asking him to head over to the abandoned los feliz high school building (that particular building was shut down a couple years ago because of a tragedy and hasn’t really been dealt with yet)

BUT BASICALLY the text asks him to check out the building cause there’s this one notorious ghost that keeps scaring all the high school students in the buildings nearby and they just need it to be dealt with (he’s seen those high school kids running past it like their lives depended on it

luke’s happy to oblige, especially when he finds out how much the client is willing to pay, and heads over — only to get the surprise of a lifetime. he meets a ghost who 1. turns out to be the one who texted him (so he’s not getting paid and that’s not great news) and 2. is a cute girl who looks very much human and not like any of the other ghosts he’s met before

he’s taken aback, especially when she kicks his ass (and helps him kick the resident ghost’s ass)

it’s a whole cat and mouse thing for a while, she keeps following him whenever he’s alone and he keeps telling her to leave him alone (mostly cause she’s hella cute and he seriously can’t afford to catch feelings for a dead girl yknow). he tells her she needs to pay him or move on and she keeps insisting that she just wants to figure out who she is!! how she died!! who her family is!! so that she can move on!!!

so they strike up a deal: he helps her (her name’s julie, by the way) figure out who she is, the mystery revolving her death and why she can’t remember anything, and she, in turn, helps him on the job (she’s got a wicked left kick), slowly paying him back with her skills since she never paid him for that one job (the abandoned high school building, remember that?)

so she tags along wherever he goes (at first to his dismay), even joining in on band practice (the boys know of her existence and try to be as considerate as possible considering they can’t see her)

things start to change between the two the second luke hears julie sing, fingers slipping on metal strings when she follows the melody perfectly and holy shit he’s a goner (the boys are confused af they’ve never seen luke lose focus when it comes to band practice)

THEY SPEND THE NIGHT TALKING AND HE FINDS OUT SHE DIDNT EVEN KNOW SHE COULD SONG- he tries to get her to play various instruments to see maybe she was into that and turns out she can play piano!! and oh?? SHE CAN ALSO WRITE SONGS??? match made in heaven soulmates luke’s fucked and fully in love with a ghost etc etc

ah fuck this is getting long i’m so sorry but let me continue:

so this is where we meet our antagonist: the music teacher at los feliz, the one luke’s seen loitering around the high school (alex goes to that school and whenever luke stopped by for lunch he’d see the somewhat creepy teacher)

and he gets a bad feeling from him every single time

TO MAKE THIS SHORT LMAO: turns out julie’s accident had soemthing to do with the teacher, caleb covington, and turns out she was a student at that school!! 10 years ago!!

ALSO: SHES BOT ACTUALLY DEAD? SHES IN A COMA????? what a plot twist. it’s why she looks so normal so human. it’s why she’s never felt like any other ghost.

anyway stuff happens luke figures out caleb is some weird powerful ghost demon who sucks the life out of students for their talents and that’s what happened to julie except he never managed to finish the job.

luke finds a way to bring her back to life and together they fight caleb and it’s A HAPPY ENDING OH JESUS

do you still want the pet store au??? lmao

julie starts working at a pet store, she meets reggie first, and he takes her round the store introducing her to all the animals and staff members and when they reach the puppies section they find a guy their age on the floor on his back being attacked by several puppies (licking his face) and it’s the cutest thing julie’s seen in a while

that is until reggie shouts “luke! new person coming through” and the boy on the floor sits up and julie sees his face and decides actually. that’s the cutest thing she’s seen in a while

anyway.

coworkers romance and all that jazz 😌

she finds out he sings to the scared puppies and agitated animals at the store, and it melts her heart. he hears her sing along to one of his songs one day, matching the harmony perfectly, and he melts.

they fall in love and live happily ever after the end

AAAAAAH

#i am SO sorry this got so rambly #and you’re probably the only person who will understand the au cause u have prior knowledge #DOES IT MAKE SENSE TO ANYONE ELSE #i tried to keep it short but couldn’t and it’s why it’s all over the place #anyway……..#ta-da #enjoy your five headcanons LMAO #jatp #juke #ask fics #ask

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blu-screen · 1 month

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7. Who was the very first muse you ever wrote?

((Hooo boy.... Baring in mind I was in my teens at the time!

Meet the (very creatively named) Makoto Tantalius Tribal. My silly little spontaneous FFIX Genome OC/Self insert from... Gosh a long time ago.

Originally she was more like my persona on various Final Fantasy forums but over time she got fleshed out into a whole character, and largely used in battle-based RP since that was the more popular type at the time. Happy upbeat rogue with an experimental terran-gaian fused soul courtesy of you FFIX fans know who.

Eventually she split into two muses because I cannot write anyone who isn't a pair apparently, and I got my second, equally creatively named 'Celeste Savargio' who is technically also her;

A mage specializing in fire and electric magic, as well as being the edgiest little edge frick you've ever met. Literally the only thing stopping these two from killing each other is knowing if one of them dies they both do. Shared soul shenanigans are fun. u_u

..I've been thinking of bringing these two back recently, particularly with a certain other rogue muse getting their claws in me, but I think I'd need to rethink the names, maybe some of their backstory (its currently heavily tied up with an old battle RP guild I was in) but I mean...

I do still like them a lot. It's mostly figuring out how to make OC's work cos that. Looks hard as hell around here tbh. =X ))

#((out of lies - ooc))#((this muse is partially folded into siffy atm but its not that hard to fish a copy back out))#((so idk...))#((we'll see))

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Dinner Plans (Alabaster)

M Vampire Elf x M Thrall Elf Reader

Wordcount: 3710

Content Warning(s): Master/Slave Dynamic, Toxic Relationship, Oral Sex (Reader Performs), Anal Sex (Reader Bottoms), Orgasm Denial, Light Gore, References to Drug Use/Addiction, Near-Death Experience (Starvation)

These guys are from an interactive fiction project that I’m currently working on. :)

Complete tonal whiplash from the usual romantic slop I write, but I thought I’d be clever and post smut featuring reciprocal loathing for Valentine’s. Then things happened, so here it is now, instead.

Exasperated, you lean back in the leatherback dining chair. You let out a long, withering sigh, eyes burning a smoldering hole in the clock on the opposite wall. Red candles, set in a gilded candelabra on the table nearby, burn weakly on, almost completely consumed.

Your plate is empty save for the odd remaining scrap, the meal you made consumed hours ago. Across from you lies another table setting, though this one conspicuously devoid of any traces of food.

Now, you disinterestedly pick over a half-empty, heart-shaped box of expensive chocolates. You’ve never been very fond of sweets, so each bite you take makes you grimace at the cloying saccharine coating on your tongue.

They’re not doing anything for your hunger.

You’ve just eaten a full, elaborate meal, and yet… You’re lacking sustenance.

Weakened.

The wine goblet is solid in your hand, and you ease your tense grip, not wanting to unintentionally shatter the glass in your palm. Instead, you sink the rest of the burgundy liquid in one long gulp. You make a noise of disgust as you swallow, then exhale heavily as it burns down your throat, eyes still on the clock.

Is he even coming back tonight? It’s literally once a year, and he can’t even keep a simple, important engagement. …He’s already changed the date twice. …If he keeps putting it off…

You’re drawn from your macabre line of fretting when your unnaturally keen hearing detects scraping at the doorway of the key in the lock.

"I'm hooo-ooome!" A shrill voice calls down the hallway, making you cringe. Nails on a chalkboard.

Alabaster Leblanc appears in the doorway with a flourish, and then approaches the table. He is ethereal and full of grace; his stride more like a phantom gliding over the stone flooring rather than defined steps.

"Welcome home, Master Leblanc." You manage to say through gritted teeth.

“Good evening, my thrall! It’s been far too long!” He makes a point of undoing his appallingly garish red velvet jacket and tossing it haphazardly onto the nearby settee. You're going to be the one to pick that up later.

“...You're late.” You can't hide the quiet disdain in your voice, despite how matter-of-factly you try to deliver the statement.

"Well, of course I am! Fashionably late. There is just not enough of me to go around, you know how it is."

He takes the seat across the dining table from you, swinging his expensive leather ankle boots up to rest on the tabletop. The dining ware clinks against the wood in protest from the sudden rattling.

Your jaw tenses at the sight. Does he not realize how much work you do to keep this obnoxiously large manor of his clean, or does he just not care? It's not like it’s enough to physically tire you, but it's the principle of the thing…

“Quite literally, if you can’t keep a simple dinner date...” You grumble, struggling to hold your tongue and not push him too far into anger.

"Tsk, tsk… Someone's getting quite comfortable, I see." He sniffs in a false hurt tone. "Especially when my lovely thrall wasn't even there to greet me at the threshold when I returned."

"I was. Hours ago. I wasn’t going to stand at the door waiting for that long."

“No, you've been busy in the cellar, it appears.” Elegant, slender fingers grasp the neck of the wine bottle on the table, lifting it for him to inspect as he completely changes the subject when faced with your valid criticism. Distracted from his teasing, he beams, much too brightly for his general deathly pallor. "Oooh, Gristwhile Noir 10:54; one of my favorite vintages!"

"I wouldn't be drinking it otherwise." And you would be complaining if I didn’t.

"Oh, how sweet of you! It’s going to taste divine intra sanguis." He sets the bottle back on the table and gives you a light pinch on the cheek.

“So, what kept you?” You rub your cheek, pointedly steering the conversation away from the topic.

"I'm a very important, very busy person, obviously! My time is in such high demand. It's absolutely dreadful, there's simply not enough hours in the night. Oh! And I almost forgot, I’m sure you’ll want to hear all about it-"

You nod ambivalently. He's going to keep talking whether you want him to or not, so might as well not even try to interject.

True to his nature, several minutes pass of him prattling on about his trip. Unsurprisingly, it’s self-absorbed and not worth paying much attention to.

Vampire dealings are the most overblown, needlessly pompous affairs. Hearing about them second hand somehow magnifies their insufferable nature, as it’s filtered through the view of one of them, who is almost certainly also cripplingly lacking in self-awareness.

"Anyway, it was just so long and exhausting and utterly boring. And now I'm absolutely parched." His eyes focus on your throat, pupils constricting in predatory interest. “So, why don't you come sit on my lap and let me have a taste?"

It's not a direct command, so you dig in your heels and resist the seductive pull of the suggestion.

If he's going to be such a pain in the ass, well - so can you.

"Hmmph." You drag your knife against the plate sullenly. “I need to drink soon too, in case you’ve forgotten. Unless you want to sweep what’s left of me from the floor soon… But I suppose whatever kept you was more important than that.”

In a single smear in your vision, the vampire has rapidly moved across the long table, now sitting beside you and crowding your personal space.

"Baaaaby. Hoooney. Sweetie-pie." Leblanc coos, reaching over to grab your chin, his painted fingernails suddenly clawlike and pricking your skin. He tilts your head so your eyes meet his when you refuse to look at him willingly. His delicate, pale blonde lashes flutter at you. "I'm beginning to feel like you might be upset with me."

You remain silent. Indignant.

No shit.

You stupid, infuriating, impossibly sexy jerk.

"Come now, that's not a very nice thing to think." His eyebrows furrow in concern that for a fleeting moment you think may be sincere, before his expression morphs into a smug smile. A smile that reveals just enough teeth for one of his fangs to be visible. It would almost be cute, if he wasn't such an unrepentant asshole. "Well, except contemplating my allure. That one's simply a fact."

You continue to stare at him with deadened, judgemental eyes.

After a moment, Leblanc sighs, softening his grip on your chin.

"You know… I admit, I haven't been the most considerate master as of late." He moves closer, and you can feel the top buttons of your shirt being undone, followed by a cold hand slipping down against the skin of your chest, the metal rings on his fingers barely colder than his skin. "Allow me to make it up to you?"

A shuddering breath escapes you, and you’re unable to resist enjoying the feel of his touch, despite how much you want to. Even just this minor meeting of skin causes goosebumps to rise on the back of your arms and you to hang on his next movement.

You know you’re being toyed with, and yet, the sudden rush of blood to your groin seeing him like this empties your head of any further suspicion.

“How…?”

Suddenly, you’re jerked back in the chair as Leblanc makes space in front of you, pushing the chair back with a single palm, the wooden legs scraping in protest against the floor.

Button by button your shirt comes undone, Leblanc’s soft lips leading his descent as he sinks to his knees between your legs.

It’s a confusing and slightly out of character turn, to say the least. It’s not in Leblanc’s nature to lower himself; and after so many interactions with other vampires over the years, you’re beginning to think it just comes with the infection itself.

It’s not completely out of the realm of possibility, though, and he gets into unpredictable moods like this - it’s not as if he’s never serviced you over the last several hundred years, but it’s certainly rare enough to make you cautious. Usually, it’s something that’s used as a primer before you’re ordered to do something particularly unpleasant or unsavory.

There is years upon years of firsthand evidence that you shouldn’t trust him, that he is a cold heartless bastard that could care less for you or your loyalty. And yet…

As much as you’ve grown to despise Leblanc, so many previous years of familiarity and longing and true, complete, blindly loyal service to him has left its shadow on you. Even against your own better judgment, your body still desperately wants him; the very blood in your veins is bound to him, and betrays you regularly. It makes you docile and enamored with him, pliant to his whims.

"You just work so hard," He says appreciatively, hand rubbing your hardness through your trousers. “You deserve a bit of special attention, don’t you think?”

You mumble your approval, and Leblanc lets out a soft chuff as he unfastens and peels back the fabric, freeing your cock. His hand wraps around its base firmly, giving you a few tight, firm strokes before leaning over and guiding the tip into his mouth.

You groan softly as the wet, soft walls of his mouth press against your erection.

He bobs his head animatedly, drawing his cold tongue over your shaft and around the sensitive depression of your urethra.

Despite his many, many flaws, pleasure is a language that has always seemed to come naturally to him. It’s a bit of a pity he’s generally more interested in inflicting discomfort or annoyance, because he’s very good at this.

Surprisingly, he puts in the care to avoid biting you or even grazing you with his fangs. He almost seems like he just may be enjoying giving you head, the way he’s getting worked up. There is a lot of blood flowing to that area right now, so resisting the urge to bite you and drink if he is already wanting to feed is likely requiring an amount of restraint that isn’t usual for Leblanc, not at all.

“A-Ah-” You gasp, fingers digging into the plush arms of the chair. A pale curtain of hair hangs in his face, leaving a single rosy crimson eye visible as he watches your reaction.

He keeps working his mouth on you, squeezing you at the base until you’re desperately close, body craving relief as the pressure gathering in your core grows nearly overwhelming.

Your muscles stiffen and clench, a few strokes away from release. Just a little more-

Leblanc draws his mouth off of you with a slick pop, and between the dark look in his eyes and the sinister grin on his lips as he looks up at you, you immediately know you’ve made a fatal mistake in thinking this was genuine.

“You think I’m actually going to let you cum in my mouth?” He cackles, tightening his grip on the base of your cock to the point of discomfort, harshly interrupting your imminent orgasm. “That’s so cute.”

“Ugh, you’re such an asshole-!” You gurgle, voice clipped in frustration, unable to hold in your raw reaction; both enraged from falling for such a blatant trap when you already knew better, and your body protesting the loss of his affection, aching for it back.

In a blur of movement too fast for your senses, you’re bodily seized and the next thing you know, you’re being slammed against the tabletop, face down in the burgundy runner. You vaguely register the sound of dinnerware and porcelain being flung to the floor in the tumult, some audibly shattering on impact, some left to rattle as they regain stability.

"You’ve gotten much too comfortable as of late." He hisses, voice somehow playful and still full of venom. “You need a reminder of who is the master here.”

His body is firm against yours, pinning you in place. One hand holds you down at the base of your neck, the other quickly shreds through your trousers with bestial claws like they're thin paper.

You let out an indignant noise at being bared so suddenly, and at the slight sting from the cuts left on your thighs from him eviscerating your clothing. As soon as you notice though, they’ve already begun to heal.

After a quick sound of rustling fabric, his cock easily slides between the cheeks of your ass, finding your entrance slick and ready from the thorough lubing you gave yourself earlier in anticipation of him getting home.

“Mmm- Good, you remembered.” He sighs. “This will be much more enjoyable for both of us.”

That’s really a mistake you only made once.

Your noise of protest quickly shifts to a groan of desire, willing him to fuck you. You curse your body’s weakness once again - your dick throbs between your lightly trembling leg, your hips grinding against his thighs.

You barely register the feeling of him press against your hole, before he’s shoving himself all the way inside in one forceful thrust.

“A-Ahhh-” Back arching, you writhe underneath him. The stretch is slightly painful, but the burning sensation evaporates quickly, replaced by pleasure.

You’re used to this kind of treatment.

“Ngh- That’s nice.” He snarls, the claws that disrobed you now roughly digging into your hip, holding you in place as he quickly draws out and pushes back in. “No matter how many times I fuck you, you stay just as tight.”

He doesn’t hold back at all, immediately starting his motions at full speed and depth, the flesh of his balls slapping loud and damp against your ass.

It’s not long before you’re groaning and pressing back against his thrusts in submission. Your body acts on its own out of both aching lust for him, and the inherent desire to use it to please him that you can’t seem to shed - it’s written in your blood. He wasn’t always this insufferable, and your body still remembers, even if you’ve long chosen to forget.

Each fully seated pump grazes the sensitive gland inside you, making your vision go spotty intermittently. You angle your body and squeeze his cock tightly to get more of that sublime feeling for yourself. It’s not like Leblanc is concerned with making sure you’re satisfied; you learned a long time ago that it was up to you if you wanted to finish.

“That’s a good thrall- Mmngh-” He groans, rolling his hips into you in a set of particularly deep plunges. “See? Things are so much better when you just behave.”

The hand at your neck travels up into your hair and yanks your head back by it, tilting your head in such a way that your neck is craned and fully exposed for the taking.

Without another word, Leblanc leans over and barely pauses before baring his fangs and sinking them deep into your carotid artery.

A pained groan escapes your throat. The bite always hurts at first, the hurt intense and sharp as he sucks the blood from you - even more so when the greedy bastard goes for an artery instead of a vein - before the stimulating analgesic coating on his fangs kicks in.

The familiar wave of euphoria washes over you, your eyes rolling back in your head in pleasure.

You cum immediately, hollowly hitting your peak without any more buildup, thanks to the rush. You keep spurting onto the stone floor until you’re completely drained, the chemical reaction causing your muscles to spasm wildly until you’re dry, and even past that.

It’s so much better than any high you ever experienced as a mortal.

For a few blessed moments, there is no Alabaster Leblanc, no ostentatious vampire manor to take care of, no being ordered around on a whim to do any range of mundane to heinous acts. Just a mindblowing, lightheaded high and an anonymous hot guy fucking your spent, overstimulated body.

Finally, what could be seconds or hours of stupor later, Leblanc’s fangs retract from your artery, his tongue forcefully lathing your wound to close it so you don't bleed out.

Then, reality comes crashing back down as the initial effect of the chemical wears off, and you lay there limp and dazed as the vampire reaches his peak, unceremoniously unloading inside of you with a loud groan.

Leblanc moves off of you after a moment, but you stay sprawled across the table with his cum dribbling down your inner thighs, trying to calm both your raging emotions and the full body ache caused by your immediate need to consume.

“Mmmmh, fuck, the Noir is always sooooo good.” He laughs, daintily using finger and thumb the last smudges of your blood from the corners of his mouth.

Being quite literally sucked and fucked when you were already weakened has completely emptied your reserves of strength. Where you might have had a few more days on the clock before, now you can quickly feel yourself fading.

You've been close to death’s door before; simply because Leblanc is horrible at keeping his engagements no matter how vital, and many more times in your mortal life from your own mistakes and risky decisions, as well.

But this has got to be up there in close calls, now- a ring of fuzzy darkness settling in around the edge of your vision, your head both foggy and throbbing with a splitting headache. You're struggling to stay upright, even still propped against the table. Your fingers clench on the wood, trying to ground yourself.

"I… Nggh… I need to… to drink…"

“Ugh, but it’s such a drag…” He whines, drumming his fingertips on the tabletop, nails clicking on the wood rhythmically. “Do we really have to do this right now?”

“Alabaster,” Your voice is hoarse, forcing out his first name like a curse word to underline the direness of your lacking state. A tight ball of rage forms in your stomach at his blatant lack of concern. “I’m going to die.”

"Wah, boo-hoo, I'm going to die," He mocks you in a shrill tone, then laughs. "You thralls are all such needy babies, I swear… I died once, it really wasn't all that bad!"

You let out a long, withering sigh.

This is the end, you guess. The passively cruel and pointlessly stupid end.

“Fine, fine, let's get it over with. Have your fill already.” After a moment you hear a wet tearing, and then are met with the welcome, unmistakable scent of his blood. He presents his forearm to you, a gaping self-inflicted bite mark across his radial veins, oozing inky black liquid. "I wouldn't actually let you die, training new thralls is too much of a pain."

You waste no time, desperately yanking his wrist to your mouth like a man lost in the desert finding an oasis, lips forming a hasty seal around his pallid flesh. You drink sloppily; your tongue lapping and relatively short canines gnashing at his flesh, unable to keep any sort of composure when you’re this incredibly in need of sustenance.

“Ugh, don’t be so messy!” Leblanc sneers at you, voice barely affected by your mouth basically mauling the wound on his wrist. “You’re such a cranky little bitch when you’re thirsty.”

Excess ichor pools around your mouth, the wet overflow from your frenzied sucking slicking your chin and dripping down your chest, between the split of your unbuttoned shirt.

The putrid, overly-metallic taste of undead blood causes disgust to pool in your stomach.

This never gets easier psychologically, no matter how many years go by, but it beats being dead… At least you only need it once a year.

However disgusting, the liquid flowing down your throat immediately rejuvenates you. You feel alive again, thrumming with renewed energy.

You resent that you need him this way.

You finish imbibing when you’ve had your fill, and when you remove your mouth, the wound on Leblanc’s forearm starts rapidly healing, until his flesh looks perfect and unmarred once again.

“There, now you can stop complaining for an entire year!” He says in a smug, prodding tone as he inspects his nails. “I’m such a benevolent master. Don’t you just love me?”

“I hate you.” You correct him. Your voice shakes with long-fettered rage threatening to fully break through as you wipe your mouth on your sleeve, leaving a smudged trail of black.

"Oh, puh-lease. You would worship the ground I walk on, if you had any sense.” He laughs coldly, completely shutting down any strength behind your words. “You’re nothing without me - you would have still been strung out and begging, just as I found you, until you died a meaningless death in a gutter. It would benefit you to remember that."

…As much as you hate to admit it… He’s right.

Without him, you would be nothing. You would no longer even exist- long dead to the natural ravages of time.

“Now, be a good boy and go run me a bath.” He straightens up, and gives your ass a stinging clap before working to undo the fabric tied at his neck.

“...Yes, Master.” You swallow down your disgust as the words force their way out, and your body rises to comply with the order regardless of your feelings on the matter.

You’ll lick your wounds for now. What’s a few more days, or months, or years of biding your time? You’ve got nothing but time; Time, and a slowly fermenting grudge.

No matter how long it takes, eventually, you will be freed of this monster’s grip.

Because one these days, you’re going to be the death of him.

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