#i want to do comics again but my hands and arms are fucked. i lost feeling in them off and on the these days without doing much lol

[flamestar126]

I'm YOUR idiot.

#and he'll stay his idiot #“you knew what you were getting into when you said yes. this is on you now.” #he's married to him and makes it his problem lol #i like to think mandark loves to show off he's married. especially to dexter. #gets sad and pathetic when drunk when he sees dex have a ring and forgot they're married. now he's sobbing his rival is taken by “another” #married dexdark is just lovely to me. #mandark doing any and every task with having the need to flaunt his ring #being engaged to him is insufferable i imagine. #also drew that hand wrong and exploding myself now #was supposed to finish this on valentines day but got lazy. i had too much stuff that day anyway #i want to do comics again but my hands and arms are fucked. i lost feeling in them off and on the these days without doing much lol #your also looks weird like it's misspelled but it's not?? #dexter's laboratory #dexter's lab #dexdark #mandark #dexter #flame draws

[mahboimahboi]

TEACHER'S PET x M!Reader (featuring Actor Mackenyu)

Smut (⚠️)

"Yo, our P.E Teacher is so fucking capital H-O-T. Do you think he's married?" You nudged your seatmate, eyes lingering towards the instructor who was standing at the front while he wrote some very important notes on the whiteboard. 'Damn, even the marker look so small in his hand', you thought to yourself, too lost in your thought. It was never your intention to especially fall in love with a teacher, let alone someone who's really strict, but it was the way how he looks so above average than the rest of the teachers in the school. He's so out of this world and looked as though he came straight out of a comic book. Oh, and let's not forget the biceps and the strong arms. He's just so ethereal.

"That's what I've heard," You got snapped out of your trance and looked at your classmate confused. She sighs and stops from listening to the lesson for a minute and turns to you, knowing you were once again daydreaming about the instructor who's literally a whole lotta years older than you. "I mean, I've heard that he's a married man and has a child. So, if i were you, I'd stop sending heart eyes to him, unless you want to get fucking obliterated by his wife." She deadpanned.

"Oh, well—"

"Mr. L/N. Yes, I'd really be glad if you'd come visit me in my office after our class." Your instrutor said, fixing the glasses he had on, before he looks towards you and eyes you. "Don't think I haven't caught you not paying any attention to my class. All you did is disturb your classmate. I can't tolerate that." He let out with a deep, authoritative voice. It sent shivers down your spine and you swore you felt yourself go pale at the sight of his tiger eyes eyeing you down with anger.

"Y-Yes, sir Maeda." You stammered, not even daring to look at his eyes. With all the times he taught the class, this is the only time he called your attention out for not listening to the class. You are finally at the last strike. Only for this specific teacher, you wanted to be seen as a good student. One who studies and does well in class to impress your instructor, but all you ever did so far was to irritate the male. So much for a good impression. Embarrassed, you buried your head in your arms, wanting to just vanish.

Later, after your class session with Mr. Maeda ended, the instructor gestures with his eyes for you to follow him to his office. You did as you are told, hanging your head low, ashamed of yourself. Usually, Mr. Maeda would talk to you about important stuff, but now it is rather silent and... awkward. The rest of the walk was quiet, too much that it was deafening.

Once you both arrive at his office, he lets you in first, looking up at him only to see him raise a brow at you. You squeaked in fear and entered the room quickly, scared with what he had in plan for you. "Mr. L/N. Your attitude in class is getting out of hand." Mr. Maeda starts, his voice low as he puts his books on his table before sitting down his swivel chair. "It's quite disrespectful staring at your teacher with so much going on inside your head." Hearing those words, you hesitantly look up to see the adult male with a smirk on his handsome face. He tilts his head to the side, then stands up from his seat and slowly starts striding his way towards you. "Tell me, what goes on in your head during my class... Y/N?" His voice came out like a slither, a spell from a book that entranced you.

You swallowed the huge lump that formed in your throat, looking away from the male. The male scoffs, leaning on the edge of his table, now stood in front of you, crossing his arms. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Y/N. Haven't I taught you proper respect enough?" You stayed silent, but you could already feel yourself start to get hard. You subtly moved your hands to cover your erection that made an obvious tent on your pants. "Well, look who got excited." He mocked. "Y/N. While I'm asking nicely, answer me."

"I-It's... too absurd." You answered him, but the other male was unfazed.

"Well, I don't care how absurd it is." But then, a bright idea flickers in his head and a soft chuckle moves past his lips. "Alright, if you're afraid to tell me," He trailed off, moving towards you. He sat down beside you, enticingly spreading his legs open and whispering to your ear. "Why don't you show me?" His smirk grows wider, when he notices the red color on your face.

You covered your ears and moved away as far as you can from him. "S-Sir. I mustn't. You have a child and a wife. I can't simply—"

"Who told you that?" He asks you, his voice stern and sounded frustrated. You didn't say a word. "Y/N, I'm starting to get fucking bored." You started to think about it, whether or not you'd take the opportunity, but the fact that he never confirmed whether or not what you heard is true, scares you and it isn't just right.

In the end, it only took one forceful and lust-filled kiss that was initiated by Mackenyu who had one hand behind your neck. At first, shock was the only thing you felt, before the male started to feel you up and down your waist. This wasn't right. It didn't feel right at all, but why did it feel so good at the same time? You, soon melt into the kiss and start kissing him back lavishly, following the same rhythm.

Much to the male's surprise, he didn't know you were that easy of a prey and he was a predator, ready to eat the result of his hunt. Too high in the clouds and your head filled with lust, you made your way to ride on his thighs, being careful not to break the kiss. Mackenyu notices how you still looked a little hesitant. Wanting to help, he pulls away and puts his hands on both sides of your hips. "Listen, Y/N. Don't believe everything you've heard about me. You're getting too stiff for me to handle." You blushed at his words, then nodded your head in reply. "That's a good boy." He commented, before pushing his lips back to yours.

Your bottom felt a slight poke, catching your attention. You pulled away from the other male, watching you start to stroke him. "Whatever you want, doll." He smirks.

You got down to your knees, feeling the warmth he gave off. Hurriedly, you unzip the zipper to his pants only to realize that he wore no under garments underneath, turning you on even more. Due to his tight pants and the girth of his cock, the button pops off, almost hitting you on the forehead. "Oh my, sir. I've always imagined just how big you are." You stated, smirking proudly to yourself now that you've finally made a dream come true.

The male groans and puts his hand on top of your head as you desperately wrap your lips around his cock. Mackenyu lets out a breathy moan, pushing his head back as he lets you do your own thing. It felt good to know a person is very skilled with their mouth. "Fuck, doll. You're making me feel so good." He hums in pure bliss, standing up as he takes a hold of your head and starts fucking your mouth out with his dick, surprising you. Fortunately, you have trained yourself enough to get through a rough mouth-fucking, but the taller male's size is a lot larger than what you've thought. You took it good, though and it was enough for Mackenyu who looked like he was having the time of his life. "Holy shit. Fuck." He grunts, biting on his lip.

This went on for a few minutes, before his thrusts started to get sloppy, indicating that he was near his climax. He doesn't say a word or heads up, only shocking you when he buries his thick cock in your throat and finishes. "FUCK!" He moans out with his mouth left hanging open, convulsing in place.

He gives your mouth a few more thrusts to ride out his high, before pulling out and taking out spare pants from his drawer. "Haven't felt that good for so long, no rather, at all." He told you, yet you are still in a daze with what just happened, smiling to yourself. "I don't think you'd want this to be the first and last, right, Y/N?" He asks you in a sultry voice.

"No, sir." You let out making the teacher smirk in success. You pass out in his office room and the male lifts you into his arms and puts you down on a bench near his desk where you can rest comfortably.

"Good pet." He laughs softly, before he goes out of his office and moves to his next class.

#bottom male reader #tiktok #tiktoker #smut #male reader #mackenyu x male reader #actor x male reader #mackenyu #x male reader #male reader smut

[binnies-minsung-fanclub]

WARNING! SMUT! MDNI!!!

Dom!Chan x Reader

approx. 2.5k words

**I'm not sure what I was thinking, but here is some Bang Chan smut...hehe ;)

**had to use my fave gif of him...sorry, not sorry**

“Earth to Channie!”

Chan shook his head, clearing his head of the thoughts swimming around. He looked up at you, blushing furiously. In this moment, he was glad you weren’t a mind reader. The daydreams he had about you were never innocent, and it made him feel shy around you when they started.

“Where did you escape to in that brain of yours?” You asked, chuckling at his comical demeanor.

Chan cleared his throat, “Nowhere. I was just lost in thought, I guess.” He would never admit to you his fantasies about you. Those were for him to dream about only.

You nodded, smiling that warm, bright smile at him. God, how he loved your smile. Butterflies erupted in his stomach at the sight. He watched your lips as you continued talking to him, his mind beginning to wonder again.

He imagined what it would feel to kiss your lips. To taste the flavored lip balm you used throughout the day as his lips moved with yours. To hear your small moans as he sucked your bottom lip in between his teeth, nibbling on it just enough to tease you.

Fingers snapping in front of his face brought him back to the present, causing his blush to return. “Shit, sorry, Y/n.”

“Maybe we should call it a day and go home.” You suggested. That was the last thing he wanted to do, though. He loved hanging out with you. In his mind, it was like tiny dates. In reality, you two were just friends, making this situation entirely one sided.

Chan opened his mouth to protest, but couldn’t find any reason to stay in his studio with you. He couldn’t focus on his work, so leaving just seemed to make the most sense. He watched as you began packing your belongings into your backpack. Your hair fell forward, hiding your face from his view.

“Yeah,” Chan mumbled, giving in and gathering his things. He walked with you out of the studio, escorting you to your car since it was dark out.

You turned, facing Chan after tossing your backpack into the passenger seat of your car. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Channie.” Smiling, you hugged him. “Love you.”

Chan mumbled a goodbye before you entered your car, starting it up and leaving. “Love you, too, Y/n.” He whispered into the night, watching as your car drove away. Sighing, he entered his car and drove back to the dorms. When he arrived, he beelined for his room. He wanted to be alone, his mind wandering back to you as he collapsed onto his bed.

“What is wrong with me?” He whined to himself. Running his hands over his bare face, he groaned in frustration. He could feel his jeans getting tighter as he imagined you in bed with him.

Mentally kicking himself, he grabbed some pajamas and stomped into the bathroom to get a shower. He tried to focus on his work; the new song he was working on for Stray Kids. It was futile, though. He couldn’t stop thinking about how you always joined him, just so he wasn’t alone while working.

“Fuck,” he mumbled as he grabbed his hard member, pumping it in his fist. He propped his other arm on the wall in front of him to steady his body. He pleasured himself, his eyes closed and his mind playing fantasies of you underneath him in his bed. His breathing became labored as he felt his climax building. A gasp fell from his mouth as he came, muscles tense.

He quickly finished his shower, getting dressed in the bathroom before sneaking back to his room. When he entered his room, he was surprised to find you sitting on his bed. He froze in place, realizing he never grabbed a shirt, only pants.

“Y/n! What are you doing here? I thought you went home.”

You shrugged, “I did, but then I got bored so here I am.” Chan only nodded. “Do you mind if I stay the night?”

Chan felt his heart skip a beat. Normally, you would only stay the night when one of the other members were going to be absent from the dorm, that way you could use their bed. Everyone was present, though.

“Oh, uh, I don’t mind. I can sleep on the couch so you can take my bed.” Chan suggested.

You smiled, “I don’t want to kick you out of your bed. Why don’t we just sleep in the bed together? It’s not like anything will happen with us being friends.”

Chan gulped, knowing this was going to be torture. He nodded, though, not wanting to make it obvious how wrong you were. He walked over to his closet, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and throwing them at you.

Without thinking, you began undressing in front of Chan. “Yah! What are you doing, Y/n?!”

You paused, looking up at Chan. He had turned away, covering his eyes, his back facing you. You scoffed and continued getting dressed. “Calm down, you’ve seen me in my underwear before.”

Yeah, and that’s when he realized he had the hots for you, but he didn’t want you to know that. “I didn’t mean to when that happened!” He whined.

“I know, but you did. It doesn’t bother me.” You shrugged. “I’m decent now.”

Chan hesitantly uncovered his eyes and glanced over at you in his clothes. Something about you wearing them made his dick twitch. He grimaced at the reaction, choosing to sit in his desk chair instead of in the bed with you. He prayed sleep would consume him when he finally laid down, otherwise, he was going to have a hard time being in the same bed with you.

“It’s really late, don’t you think we should just try to go to bed?” You asked, watching him sit in his chair. You noticed his body tense for a second before relaxing.

“Right,” Chan breathed. He crawled in bed, pulling the blankets over him before turning off his bedside lamp. You did the same, the glow from his neon light above his bed giving the room a subtle purple hue.

It was silent, the only sound being that of you two breathing. After a while, Chan tossed in bed; trying to find a comfortable position. You glanced over your shoulder at him. He was facing you now, his face barely lit up by the purple light. His eyes weren’t closed, though. Instead, he was staring at you, the look in his eyes different than normal.

You decided to turn over, moving closer to him in the process. “What’s wrong?”

Chan didn’t reply. He was mesmerized by how beautiful you looked. He thought about closing the distance between you two, finally tasting your lips. He was just afraid of your reaction. What if you ended up hating him?

You reached forward, caressing his cheek. His eyes widened, but the look in his eyes never wavered. “Channie, what is going on? Are you okay?”

Chan grabbed your wrist gently, tugging you closer. You obliged, worried. Maybe he just needed some comforting. You had comforted him before, cuddling with him on the couch a few times. The man was easily stressed from work.

Before you could pull any answers out of him, he was on top of you. He pinned your hands together above your head. You were surprised but intrigued. What was he doing? What was he going to do?

Chan looked down at you, his eyes now lust filled. He leaned down, painstakingly slow, closer to your face. Your heart was racing at this point, curious about where he was taking this. Was he going to kiss you? Was he just testing the waters? You couldn’t deny, you had a small crush on him. You just didn’t want to act on it, scared it would ruin the friendship you had formed with him.

“I want to kiss you so bad,” he whispered.

You gulped. “Then do it,” you whispered back. With no hesitation, Chan crashed down onto your lips. Out of instinct, you tried wrapping your arms around his neck. You were met with resistance when you remembered his hand pinning them above your head.

Chan pulled away, smirking. “I don’t think so, babygirl. I’m in charge.”

You weren’t sure why, but the tone in his voice mixed with what he said gave you chills. It was so hot. This new side to Chan was hot. You could feel his free hand under your shirt, moving higher until he reached just below your sports bra. You whimpered when he stopped. The whole time, he just watched your face.

Chan hummed down at you, teasing you. “Is someone feeling needy?”

You wanted to scoff and say something witty back, but he pushed his hips into yours. You could feel his hard length as the pressure from his grinding caused pleasure to shoot through your core. A small moan slipped out, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Look at me,” he demanded. You did as he said, making him smirk at you again. “That’s my good girl.”

You whimpered again, pushing your hips up to his in search of pleasure. You felt his hard-on as you did, causing him to wince from your hips brushing against it. His grip on your wrists tightened, his legs moved in a way to cage you in around your hips, halting your movements.

“What part of ‘I’m in charge’ did you not understand?” He groaned; teeth clenched. He lifted his body off of you, glaring down at you when he removed his hand from your wrists. “Stay.”

You didn’t move a muscle. He exited the bed, grabbing an object from his closet. When he returned, you realized it was a tie. He started tying your hands together then tied them to his headboard. Once he finished, you tested the knots and found he was damn good at it. He had subdued you successfully.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he climbed back in bed on top of you. He held your hips in place as he leaned down and kissed you roughly. You couldn’t stop the moan that broke free as he took control.

“I’m going to make you mine,” he growled, the primal sound causing moisture to pool in your throbbing center.

“Please, Channie,” you whined. Chan dug his fingers into your hips painfully, burying his face in your neck as he kissed, sucked and nips at the sweet spot below your ear.

“Not Channie, babygirl,” he whispered. “What’s my name?”

You knew what he wanted you to say, but it was stuck in your throat. Chan kissed down your neck, stopping at your shoulder and biting down hard. You cried out, the pain turning to pleasure instantly. “Daddy!”

“Good girl,” Chan growled after he pulled away. “I should give you a reward.”

You felt his hands leave your hips before one slipped into your pants, pushing your panties aside and delving into your folds. Your back arched as he began rubbing circles around your sensitive clit. You gasped and whimpered, moving your hips to encourage him to do more. You heard him chuckle before slipping a finger in your entrance.

“Already so wet,” he moaned. “Ready for daddy’s cock, yeah?”

You nodded, moaning as he slowly fucked you with his finger. “Please, daddy,” you begged.

Chan couldn’t deprive himself any longer, giving in to your begging. In one motion, he removed your pants and panties, throwing them to the side. He leaned up, pulling his pants down and kicking them off. He lifted your shirt and sports bra above your breasts, admiring them for a moment before leaning back and guiding his cock to your entrance.

“You better be ready, baby.” He warned. “I won’t be gentle.”

Before you could encourage him, he entered you. It was hard and fast, causing you to cry out. Your head was spinning, the feeling of him filling you full making you want more of him. You whined, unable to form words, the only way you could think to encourage him.

Chan was trying to compose himself, your tight cunt clenching around him after he sheathed himself inside of you. He watched as pleasure washed over you, making you whine for more. He leaned down, taking one of your taunt nipples in his mouth. He began thrusting, using the same force he used to enter you. His grip on your thighs was so tight, he knew he would leave bruises.

Your moans echoed in his ears, causing him to move faster. He needed to hear more. “Who do you belong to, babygirl? Let me hear it.”

You gasped as he sped up, “You, daddy.” Your answer came out as a moan, louder than you anticipated.

“Say it again, babygirl, say my name,” he growled. He could feel you clenching around his cock more, your climax closer with each thrust.

“Ah, daddy!” You cried out.

“Good girl. Are you going to cum, babygirl? You going to cum all over daddy’s cock?”

You felt a flutter in your lower belly, the sign you were about to find your high. “YES, DADDY, MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE!”

Chan reached up and grabbed you around your throat, “Cum for daddy.” He moaned, his own climax building. Within seconds, your body responded. You moaned so loud you could feel your throat burning from it. Your eyes rolled back, your body shook, and your hands gripped the tie that was holding them above your head.

Watching you come undone pushed Chan over the edge, his own high hitting him harder than he expected. He moaned, whined, and growled, making you clench around his twitching cock. The sounds coming from him was so hot and primal, it made you want to fuck him all over again just for the chance to hear it again.

Chan fell forward, catching himself before his body collapsed on top of yours. His breathing was heavy and sweat made his hair cling to his face. He leaned down, kissing you. This time, it wasn’t as rough. His lips moved over yours slowly; careful.

When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes. “Let me go get something to clean you up.” With that, he pulled out of you and exited his room only to return about a minute later with a wet wash cloth. He cleaned you up then released your hands. You waited for him to return to bed then cuddled up next to him.

Chan wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple. You sighed, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you. “So,” you began, “how long have you had feelings for me?”

Chan chuckled, patting your thigh as a warning, “Watch the attitude or daddy will take care of it for you, babygirl.” You giggled, wiggling closer to him. It didn’t take long for you two to fall asleep.

#bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #chan smut #skz imagines #skz #stray kids #stray kids chan smut #dom!chan #sub!reader #mdni #skz chan x reader

[bleedingoptimism]

𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 

𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆

“No, no, no, nonononono,” Eddie chants repeatedly looking around his room.

He tore the place upside down, he looked everywhere.

Where the hell is it?!

Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

If someone finds it, his life is ruined. There is no way he can pass this as a joke, everyone will know.

They’ll know just how pathetic and lame he is. Doing a character sheet of his crush. What the hell was he thinking? Well, he wasn’t really, he was high and bored when he did it. And no one was ever supposed to see it. So really whose fault is it?

Sighing as he runs his hands through his messy hair, that is just an extra type of messy today with how much he has pulled at it. He resigns himself that the paper is not in his room and decides to retrace his steps.

He goes to the Wheeler’s place, knocks on the door loudly and Nancy opens the door,

“Hey Eddie, everything okay?”

He slaps his hair down nervously, God he probably looks insane right now, “Yeah, yeah Nance. I just misplaced something,” he says, kissing her cheek as he lets himself in, “Can I go look for it? It’s a hellfire thing.”

“Yeah, of course. You want any help?” Nancy answers sweetly, opening the basement door for him.

“No, thanks!” he screams, going down the stairs two at a time.

There’s no use. It’s not there. Eddie grabs his hair and pulls, stressed. He’s going to have to ask Wheeler Jr, shit.

Fuck! If Wheeler has it, he’s probably going to end up being extorted to do his bidding for the rest of his life. 

Once more he tries to slap his hair back in place before going back upstairs, trying not to look so freaked out, “Nance, is the bad Wheeler home?”

Nancy chuckles at the nickname, “He’s at Will’s. I’m going there now. Need a ride?”

“I’m in the van, but I’ll meet you there,” he tells her, dropping another peck on her cheek and then bolting out the door.

Jon answers the door at the Byers when he gets there a record five minutes later. They half hug in greeting, and then Eddie just runs upstairs not bothering to explain himself.

And Jon doesn’t even bother asking.

“Hey,” he says when he bursts through the door to Will’s room. Will jumps a little from his position on the bed, nearly dropping his paintbrush. Mike just looks up from where he’s lying on his stomach with a comic book in hand.

Eddie half smiles apologetically at Will for startling him and then says, “So here’s the situation,” and crosses his arms, trying to look imposing. He used to scare the shit out of Mike only a few months ago. He can do it again.

“I lost a very important page from my notebook. It’s a big deal, notes about the final boss and shit. If I don’t get it back, or if you read it, the campaign is ruined and therefore canceled, get it?” he says, completely making things up on the spot.

The boys look horrified and immediately get moving, looking through their things to check they didn't accidentally take it. Mike asks him if he checked the basement while Will calls on the walkie for a D&D emergency. It’s cute how much they care, and for a second Eddie forgets how much shit he’s in, until he hears Dustin’s voice through the walkie.

“I— yeah. I found it.”

‘Shit.’

“Did you read it?” Will asks over the walkie, looking worriedly at him.

“No! No, I didn't!” Dustin says right away.

‘Okay, good.’

“Where is it?” Eddie asks loud enough for Dustin to hear over the radio.

Dustin takes a long time to respond.

“...I gave it to Steve.” 

Mike scoffs, “What, why?”

But Eddie can’t hear any of his excuses, something about not reading it and that Steve can give it to Eddie and about trust and-

“The campaign is canceled,” he yells suddenly and the boys look at him in shock while Dustin starts screaming over the walkie but he pays it no mind. He shakes his head, “I quit Hellfire. I’m done, I’m out. Find another DM,” and then he turns around and just walks out of there.

He runs into Nancy on his way out.

“Everything okay?” She asks worried.

He looks at her and is going to answer but then he hears the kids running down the stairs to catch up with him, can still hear Dustin screaming over the walkie, so he shakes his head and smiles at Nancy.

“It’s silly, don’t worry about it,” he assures her, and then gets in his van and bails out of there before the kids can talk him out of it.

𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱

part 1: ❤️

part 2: 🧡  

part 3: 💛  

part 4: 💚    

part 5: 💙   

part 6: 💜

part 7: 💗 

☕🥐💕

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #will byers #nancy wheeler #shit has hithed the fan #i wrote something

[amazingmsme]

Wake Up (Proto)Call

AN: FINALLY, MY FIRST NPMD FIC!!! Been wanting to write this since I saw it, the brainrot is strong with this one. Just some Spankoffski bros fluff ft. Steph. This fic was an absolute blast to write! This trio literally own my heart now, wtf. Here’s day 29!

Ted walked down the hall toward's Peter's closed door, hands shoved deep in his pocket. He barely gave a knock before opening it.

"Hey Pete, got a min- oh. Well hello." Ted stood in the doorway awkwardly, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Stephanie Lauter looked about the same, sitting on the leaning against the headboard with a book in hand and Peter napping in her lap. A blush quickly spread across her cheeks as a teasing smirk tugged on his lips. She gave a shy wave.

"Um, hi."

Ted walked into the room, milling about as he inspected his brother's shelves of action figures, comics and other nerdy memorabilia. He held a hand out for her to shake.

"I'm Ted, Pete's older brother." She arched a brow, but didn't shake his hand. He held his hands up in surrender. "Too cool for a handshake, hey, I get it." This seemed to snap her out of it.

"No! It's not that, you just- caught me off guard is all."

Ted gave her a skeptical, albeit amused look. "Mmhmm." He turned his back to her and grabbed a stack of comics. "I owe him 20 bucks now, so thanks a lot." Steph scoffed.

"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously, setting her book aside.

"I thought he was full of shit when he said he was meeting the mayor's daughter at Pasquale's, so obviously I made a bet," he explained as he started to sift through the stack. It was Stephanie's turn to smirk.

"And obviously you lost."

Ted snorted, but didn't pay her much attention beyond that. Steph frowned. "You know he's really particular about his stuff, right?" Ted turned around on his heels, bending at the waist to get closer to her height.

"Seeing as I've known him since birth, uh, yeah I do, lil miss," he snarked. Steph glared at him and flipped him off.

"Don't fucking call me that. I'm sure Peter doesn't want you snooping around his room anyway," she sassed back, crossing her arms, careful not to jostle Peter as he slept.

Ted rolled his eyes, somehow putting his whole body into it. "Yeah I was hoping he'd be gone, but asleep is the next best thing," he said, turning back to face her. "If you must know, I'm just trying to keep track of everything he's got. All this junk looks the same to me, and I can't just ask what he doesn't have, 'cause then he'll know what I'm getting him-" he started rambling.

Steph's expression softened into a grin. "His birthday's still a month away."

"Yeah, and I'm running out of time," he mused, setting the comics back where he got them. He even made sure they were ordered correctly, Stephanie noticed. He glanced at her, looking as though he wanted to say something. Stephanie scoffed and looked him up and down. "What?"

"I really wanna do this thing, but if I do Pete's probably gonna be pissed," he said, mischievous eyes glued to his brother's sleeping form. Mischief came off of him in waves Steph hummed as she reached for her book again.

"Then you probably shouldn't do it."

Ted took one step closer to the door, but meandered his way back to the side of the bed.

"Oh but it's a tradition. You see, it was always my job to wake him up for school, dude sleeps like a fuckin' log-" he started. Steph frowned and shook her head, a hand carding through his long hair.

"Don't wake him up, he's tired. I told him he could nap."

"Yeah but he has a guest over, and that shit's just flat out rude in my opinion. Besides, I think you'd really like it," he said the last bit in a singsong tone. She rolled her eyes and returned to her book.

"I'm serious, don't bother him." Then quieter, she added, "He's cute while he sleeps." He made a gagging motion while she was distractedly looking down at Peter, stopping right before she looked back at him.

Ted turned around in "defeat" and headed to the door, muttering, "Even cuter when he's being tickled." Now that got her attention.

"What?"

Her tone was joyous and inquisitive and when Ted looked at her, she had an evil smile spreading across her face. That's more like it.

Ted sauntered back, sitting on the bed next to his brother. "Oh yeah, one thing you need to know about my lil bro is that he's like, crazy ticklish. Seriously, you're welcome, I just gave you the key to getting anything you want from him," he chuckled, only have joking.

Steph was looking at her boyfriend in a new light. "Thank you. That is... very intriguing information."

Ted made a show of cracking his knuckles as he spoke, "This is one of the only ways to actually get him up. Yeah an alarm will wake him up, but he won't actually get outta bed, ya know?" He was hunched over Peter's sleeping frame with hands hovering over his torso. He gave her a sly grin. "I don't get to do this as often as I used to, so I'll take any chance I can get."

Steph giggled and ducked her head, "I don't blame you."

Peter was laying on his side with his head resting on Steph's thighs, his knees tucked close to his chest. Ted started poking up and down his side, slow at first but gaining speed as he went. To Stephanie's delight, sleepy giggles slipped past his lips as he began to stir.

Sporadic poking turned to scribbling and the small huffs of laughter grew more consistent. His hands swatted blindly at offending ones, but lacked the strength or accuracy to protect himself.

"C'mon Pete, time to wake up," he cooed, one hand trailing up to scribble at his neck. A tiny squeal slipped out as Peter scrunched his neck, burying his face in the flannel tied around Steph's waist.

"Tehed leave mehehe alooone," he whined in his half asleep state. It took a second for his foggy brain to connect the dots, but once they did he was wide awake. He shot up so fast it startled both of them, Steph even letting out a startled squeak. "TED WHAT THE FUCK? GET OUTTA MY ROOM!" he yelled and pointed at the door, face quickly turning red.

Ted sat on the edge of the bed, completely frozen with his hands in the air as if he'd been caught by the police. He was fighting off his own laughter, mouth gaping open in shock at the outburst. Shock quickly gave way to amusement.

He wore a sly yet somehow sheepish grin as he looked at Stephanie. "I promise he usually isn't like this," he joked, shooting her a wink.

"GET OUT!" Peter repeated, using his long legs to his advantage, kicking his brother in the back to shove him off the bed. Ted stumbled to his feet, giving his brother a bewildered look. What the hell was his deal? Oh right, they weren't alone.

"Alright aright, I'm leaving," he admitted defeat. He only made it two steps before Stephanie spoke up.

"No you aren't." Peter stared at his girlfriend, a look of utter betrayal in his face. Ted's brows furrowed in confusion as he turned back around.

"I'm not?"

"Yeah, he's not?"

"Ted here was just about to give a detailed demonstration on all your tickle spots," she said, so matter of factly. Both Spankoffski brothers scoffed in shock before she continued, "Weren't you?" She looked at Ted expectantly, cocking her head to the side. There was something almost... challenging in her eyes. As if she dared him not to comply to her demands.

"I wasn't planning on it, but if you insist!" It took little to no convincing for Ted to take the golden opportunity presented here.

"No wait!" Peter protested, about to bolt off the bed when a hand around his wrist pulled him back. His nervous smile grew wider by the second. "Steph, let go."

"No," she said, an evil grin firmly in place. She snatched for his other wrist, and he moved it out of reach just in time. He held his arm out to the side as far as he could while Stephanie stretched across him, trying to grab him. She took the cheaters way out in the end and scribbled in his exposed armpit, causing him to slam his arm against his side for protection, a bark of laughter escaping past his lips. She easily caught his wrist and pulled both of his arms above his head.

"Thanks for being so cooperative babe," she said and Peter rolled his eyes.

"You're not welcome," he snarked.

"I'd be nicer if I were you. She doesn't look like she holds back," Ted chuckled as he sat on his ankles to keep him in place. Peter kicked and tugged on his legs, but they remained firmly trapped.

"C'mon guys, this isn't funny!"

"Really? Then why're you laughing?"

"But I'm not-" Peter was cut off with a shriek when Ted struck, squeezing his younger brother's boney knees. He yanked his arms down, catching Steph off guard with the level of strength he displayed. His hands immediately moved to cover his face and clamp over his mouth.

"Oh yeah, forgot to warn you, he's stronger than he looks," Ted added casually, as if he wasn't making Peter scream with laughter. "But knees: major weak spot." Steph nodded in understanding as she wrestled Peter's arms into her hold once more.

"Ohoho you're one toho tahahahalk!" he managed through his laughter.

"This isn't about me though, is it? Nooo, it's about you," he emphasized his point with a poke to his tummy, making him try to curl in on himself with a squeak. Ted continued, "Anyway, his belly's also pretty bad," he noted, forming a claw with his hand and hovered it in the air. Peter saw what he was doing and shook his head frantically.

"NO! Tehehed Ihihi'll kihihill you!" he threatened through giddy, nervous giggles. His older brother merely shrugged.

"I'd like to see you try," he said, not quite as condescending as usual.

Steph had had enough just watching and shifted his hands under her legs so she could join the fray. She looked at Ted expectantly.

"Where should I start?" she asked, smiling at the indignant cry Peter let out. Ted chuckled in amusement.

"Well he's ticklish just about anywhere, so knock yourself out," he encouraged, ignoring the indignant protest that mingled with Peter's laughter.

"Yeah, but what's a good spot?" she pressed further, seemingly unsatisfied with the vague answer.

"Well if you wanna hear the cutest giggles ever then go for his neck. Oh! And if you scratch at this one spot behind his ears he'll snort really loud, it's hilarious!"

"TEHEHED! Shut thehehe fuck uhup!" he shrieked, his cheeks taking on a dark pink hue from the flustering conversation taking place overhead.

"Wow, is that how you talk to your brother?" Steph asked in a taunting tone. Peter shook his head, babbling protests spilling from his mouth as she skittered her nails over his neck. Ted really wasn't kidding: this was probably the cutest sound she'd ever heard her boyfriend make. She was smiling down at him, her grin stretched from ear to ear as she scribbled her nails just behind his ears.

Peter snorted and tried hiding his face in the crook of his arm, but it still left half of it exposed for Steph's viewing pleasure.

“Oho my God, that’s so cute!” she exclaimed, leaning so far into his personal space they nearly touched noses. Ted fake gagged behind her back, for no one’s benefit but his own. “Do it again,” she ordered, using both hands to scratch at that spot.

A loud squeal was abruptly cut off by a giggly snort, and Peter turned a shade darker.

“Steheheph nohoho!” he whined, kicking his legs futilely where they remained pinned.

“Steph yes!” he cried, ducking down to blow a raspberry on his neck. Peter threw his head back, wild cackles filling the air. Ted leaned back, looking impressed and proud.

“Wow, and I didn’t even have to tell you about that!” he teased, reaching out to tweak Peter’s hips. He yelped, twisting side to side.

When Steph blew the third raspberry, Ted decided to show a little mercy. He grabbed a lock of Stephanie’s long hair, giving a few gentle tugs to get her attention, “Hey, we wanna keep him alive, yeah?” Steph looked over her shoulders, leveling him with a harsh glare as she yanked her hair back.

“You do?” Peter asked breathlessly from where he laid beneath his tormentors. They both chuckled and finally relented.

“Mhm,” Ted hummed cheerfully, standing up from the bed and dusting himself off.

“You got a funny way of showin’ it.”

“Hey, what’re brothers for?” he asked with a shrug. He held his hand out for a fist bump. Peter scoffed, looked at the hand, then at his brother. He sighed in defeat and gave him a fist bump. He turned back towards the door, ready to leave for real this time, when he was stopped once again by a familiar voice.

“I’ll get you back you know!”

Ted stopped in the doorway, one arm resting against the frame as he casually leaned on one foot. Peter was sitting up now, leveling him with a determined stare. It was a look Ted had seen before. He smirked; Peter rarely followed through on his threats.

“Yeah? I’d like to see you try,” he said, classic condescending snark returning to his tone. He turned back around, only taking one step before another voice spoke up.

“He’s a lot braver now, you know.”

Ted spun around on his heels, retort ready on the tip of his tongue when he saw his brother standing by his bed, a confident smirk on his face.

Ted’s own cocky smile faltered into something a bit more nervous. He took a step back, holding his hands out in front of him.

“Hang on now, Pete. W-wait!”

Peter cocked his head, like Ted had done so many times at him. Well shit.

“Why would I do that?”

Ted saw movement from the corner of his eye and noticed Steph also stand.

“Hey, I helped you!”

“Actually, I asked for a comprehensive list of his tickle spots, and IIII don’t knooow… that didn’t seem like a fully comprehensive list to me.”

That little bitch!

Ted scoffed, “Did you just use me to get your way?”

Steph wore a truly radiant smile. “Get used to it.”

Ted took another step back. “I had to leave you some surprises!” he defended himself, shrieking when Peter lunged at him. He just barely escaped when Peter caught him by the shirt, sprinting out of his grasp. His celebration was short lived when he was tackled to the ground.

“Oh Ted, I bet you thought this day would never come. But it’s about damn time you had a taste of your own medicine.”

He could never take what he dished out.

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober day 29 #peter spankoffski #ted spankoffski #stephanie lauter #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #npmd fic #npmd tickle fic #ticklish!peter #ticklish!pete

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

I have been thinking of ways to make it a fun read for those who want to know about my comic con trip. This is the best I could do.

it was my first time going to a con alone, I have massive social anxiety and am still trying to learn how to live with adhd/sensory overload issues

this was a really, really big deal as I have never done this for any other series/group of actors

At 10AM their Q&A panel started

I was in disbelief seeing Alex, Arnas, Mark and Timothy 

In real life?????? WHAT?????

They are ALL beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!

No, really, so beautiful?? And for what???

also funny as hell

It eased me knowing how good their energy was

After the panel Arnas walked past me

He didn't look at me tho (well my back was turned to him at first)

but I did fuck up the text message I was writing when I saw him so close once I looked up

My first photo op was with Arnas an hour later

Boy I was nervous

Legit thought I would pass out seconds before

He said HELLO

And suddenly I was looking into his eyes

HIS!!!! EYES!!!!!!

I was so flustered because wow????? 

WOW!!

also he looks taller on tv???

But JUST AS BEAUTIFUL IRL

"Do you want to pick me up?" I blurted out

"I? you? SURE!" he stammered

Mans really went for it and picked me up

I thought we were posing already

But lil dude leaned in closer to me

Supported me with his thigh too???

Oh man those thighs….

Whewhhh

Also after the pic I saw my leg had rested onto his leg too???

But yeah so basically he had me in his arms AND in his lap??

He felt so warm

And soft

So comfortable… 

what was I saying

OH, right, the picture so yes

After he put me back on my feet we both looked a lil??? Lost???

And I asked for a quick hug which he gave and HHHHH

I thought I looked really silly in my pic but when I saw it I nearly screamed

I love it

Okay then my picture with Mark and Arnas

I was still nervous but also hyper as fuck at that point (bc my meds kicked in)

You had to wait around a lil corner before your pic got taken

The group pics were taken all together, so Alexander was there and I think Timothy too but honestly I didn't see him because well:

I walked in the booth and did my regular HELLO *jazz hands/deer in headlights*

What was I thinking???? Lmao

And I locked eyes with Alexander and WOW

Beautiful man

But he got shoved away by the staff because I only had a photo with Mark & Arnas

sorry

Mark: wow that was high energy (he chuckled aaaaahhh)

"YOU!!!!" Arnas yelled with big eyes

Mark: do you have a pose in mind?

Me: no, I'm just?????

Mark: okay we'll-

Arnas blurted out(and I type in caps so you understand how hyper he was and how FAST he rambled): I HAVE AN IDEA!!! YOU COME STAND HERE *he pointed next to him* AND WE LIFT YOU UP BY YOUR HANDS LIKE THIS *he grabbed my hand!!!!* IS THAT OKAY? *looking into my eyes* ARE YOU- ARE YOU SAFE????? *he nodded with a lowkey concerned look*

Mans was really double checking if I was comfortable with his idea

Arnas really wanted to lift me up again huh????

They took my hands

Mark placed his hand on my upper arm

Arnas wrapped his hand around my elbow

luckily everything went so fast I could not think about that one fic request in my messages which I almost finished about a threesome with Sihtric and Finan

ANYWAY

I looked at Mark

Who gave me a mild concerned smile????? dude????

"Just don't drop me" I whispered under my breath

And they lifted me up and for some reason everyone in the room went like "ooohhh" admiringly

???? idk why

Probably because they lifted me very graceful and smoothly

Once I was back on my feet again I thanked Mark as Arnas ran to the photographer

Arnas: wait, I think I looked down when you took the photo, let me see??

I froze midway, looking at Arnas, and I shrugged like??? Is the pic good???

Everything seemed fine and I thanked them again and walked off

I like to believe Arnas just wanted to take the pic again so he could lift me up once more HAHA

Just kidding

I didn't noticed during the pic itself but Arnas stood adorably close to me while Mark was more casual 

and MARK'S FACE LMAOOOOOO

I just crack up every time I see the pic

Mark really squished my arm tho

Also why does Arnas look so good?? 

I don't even know what his expression is but yes please

Also, Arnas, clean your sneakers baby boy

AUTOGRAPH TIME (only Arnas tho, I'm a broke girl)

I brought the Lords of the North book for him to sign (first book Sihtric appears in)

Arnas: wauw!!! Lords of the North!! Can I- is that inside?

Me: ehhh I would prefer it if you uhh like on the cover…

(I misunderstood him, I only noticed when I heard our conversation back, he meant if it was really the book inside the loose cover, but I thought he wanted to sign inside the book)

Arnas: just an autograph? or???

Me, feeling confident: you can write an entire poem if you want

Arnas: I can write a poem?

Me: go nuts…

Arnas: Sanne, Sanne… in the sky…. Sanne, Sanne…. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… this is gonna be weird. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… shine upon us, will you hon?

hon????????????????

Yeah I died

I watched him write and noticed how he writes like me

Me: I love how he just gradually gets larger handwriting

Arnas: that's my like-

Me: NO BUT SAME (I feared I offended him, I speak without thinking sometimes)

Arnas: No, no, but the people are- they say you have mental issues if you like- if your writing goes like this

Me: no! But it's, yes! But I think it's an ADHD thing, which is what I have

Arnas: you like… like… yeah

Me: And since my childhood they were like "your handwriting is…it's really bad"

Arnas: Yeah! Yeah, I've been, always been told that.

Me: and I can't write like this… I always write every letter together

Arnas: I know! I've someth- when I, if I j-journal I usually do that, but I'm, I'm trying to copy my dad because his handwriting is… *gets distracted by his poem* shine upon us…

Arnas: taking a lot of space. I did write a poem! I don't know, you told me to. I hope I didn't mess it up.

(I reassured him he didn't)

I asked if he wanted to take the selfie after that

Arnas: absolutely! SANNEEEEEEEE!!!! 

Here we just both had the zoomies 

He fumbled with the popsocket on my phone and I lowkey gestured apologising?????

Arnas: I love these. *wrapped his arm around me*. No, no, I just wanna put my finger in this(the popsocket!!). Cause I always, I always rip them off

Me: oh don't do that

Arnas: well, cause, OH

He accidentally took the photo already as he was rambling

He took a few pics

Arnas: give us a hug *he leaned in*

Me: distracted as he had just handed my phone

Arnas: GIVE US A HUG

Me: wAIT of course

*he pulled me in*

Oh my god?????

Me, after hug: I also wanted to tell you that-

Arnas: you smell nice!

?????????????????????

Me: oh thank you! But I wanted to tell you that I recently saw Deadly Code, because my boyfriend is from Lithuania too so-

Arnas: OOOOH I saw you!! You lived there, right????

Me: wait, no, what???

Arnas: because I saw the pictures on instagram! I mean you tagged me and you had pictures of Lithuania, right?

Me, somehow very boldly: were you stalking my page? (jokingly)

Arnas: WELL… you tagged me in something and I was like "who is this girl?" and then I went to your page and I saw the pictures

Please know that I only tagged him in a few of my insta stories about TLK, and I know he only saw the first one I tagged him in, which is nearly two months ago now????? So it had to be that time he went to my page and why tf did he remember

I'm crying

Asdhbfjkhk

He then asked my boyfriend's name and told me to greet my bf in Lithuanian

I thanked him in Lithuanian and he said it back to me, and said something like he'll see me next time again (guess I kinda have to meet him again now huh)

After that I went to Alexander his line, next to Arnas, for a selfie

Arnas looked at me several times again as I was waiting there

It made me nervous so I tried to avoid his eyes LMAO

ALEXANDER

Oh my, so sweet, so calm!!!!

Complete opposite of Arnas his chaotic energy

Such an angel

All of them are angels btw

And then I went home bc tired

Later that night I made a lil insta post about the day and explained to my followers how it went and how I handled it, as they know what big of a deal it was for me to do all this on my own

Then Arnas liked my post the next morning

And he fucking commented: WELL DONE

And now I'm here….

Still smiling like an idiot

Also my bf was legit a bit bitter about Arnas his behaviour and his words to me

oopsie

Anyway

yeah that was it... this post is way too long. I don't have the digital pics yet so yeah this is it

#the last kingdom #arnas fedaravicius #alexander dreymon #mark rowley #finan #sihtric #uhtred

[theemporium]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a bit of a fic of clingy Billy Hargrove at a party with his girlfriend and super fluffy and sweet. Like maybe he isn’t too big on PDA but for some reason at this party he gets superrrrr wasted and just gets really clingy and attached to his gf and keeps hugging her and kissing her in the middle of the party and she’s just like all giggly and like “Billy what has gotten into you”’idk I feel lie that would be so cute hahaha. Super fluffy and she takes him home and takes care of him

And maybe could you write one like this about Eddie Munson as well??

Only if you want to of course

Love your work btw xxx

hiya, baby! thank you so much🖤this was so soft, i hope you enjoy!!

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You were never much of a partier yourself, if you were being completely honest.

You enjoyed the odd party here or there, the excuse to get dressed up and put a little more effort into your appearance than usual. To have a couple of drinks, blast some music and dance with friends and strangers alike. 

Billy was far more sociable and outgoing than you were, he always had been even long before you two got together. And when you did get together, you found yourself attending a few more parties than usual, tucked under his arm for the night. 

So, it was fair to say you had dealt with drunk Billy Hargrove more often than not. 

You didn’t mind, especially when you yourself weren’t in the mood to always drink. You didn’t mind sitting back and letting your boyfriend enjoy himself, usually taking notes of all the embarrassing things he said and did to tease him about it in the morning. 

But this—this was something new to the both of you.

“That’s my baby!” Billy’s voice was unmistakable over the music as he shoved through the crowd towards the couch you were currently sitting on. “My pretty girl!” 

You raised your brows in amusement as your boyfriend came barreling towards you, falling onto the couch until he was pressed up against you. “How much have you had to drink?” 

Then, Billy fucking Hargrove giggled. 

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured as he stared up at you with glossy, starry eyes. He wasted no time in all but pulling you onto his lap, his arms wrapping you in a steel grip and the little curls of his tickling your skin. “Why did you disappear?” 

You frowned a little. “What do you mean? I’ve been here for the last hour.” 

“No, you disappeared,” he huffed and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “Don’t do that again, I don’t like when you’re not with me.” 

“Christ, Billy, maybe the question is what did you drink,” you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers fiddling with his curls.

“Nothing,” he huffed out, a loud smack placed on the base of your neck. 

“Maybe we should get you home,” you murmured as he continued to place kisses along the column of your neck—a little sloppy and wet. 

His head popped up with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Got some other plans?” 

“Calm down there, handsome, we are getting you into bed before you crush my ribs,” you snorted a little at the pout on his lips, his bottom lip jutting out comically. 

“What can a man do to get some lovin’,” he grumbled, letting out a whine as you wiggled your way off his lap and stood in front of him. 

You reached out for him, your hands grabbing his as you tried to tug him off the couch. “C’mon,” you spoke as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his like a teasing promise. “If you cooperate, you might get a lil’ treat.” 

His eyes darkened. “Yeah?” 

Your grin was feline. “Only if you’re a good boy.” 

Your laugh was lost among the sea of partiers as Billy quickly pulled you towards the car, eager and ready to go home.

.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargrove fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things one shot #stranger things fic

[sanjoongie]

Library of Illusions~ Historical Fiction Section

Pray To Me

📚Part Four for the Library Of Illusions Event

📚Pairing: High Priest! San x Goddess! Reader (f)

📚Genre: Fantasy au, Historical au, Egyptian au 

📚Warnings: mentions of a knife cutting san's palm, reader drinks a cup of san's blood, oral (f receiving), dynamics switching, penetrative sex with no barrier, thigh fucking, strength kink, breath play, f and m orgasm

📚Word Count: 4,295

📚Rating: 18+ MDNI, smut

📚Summary: lost amongst the sands of time, you become a goddess visiting her high priest, sucked into a narrative that seeks to pull you into it forever

📚Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the best beta readers a writer could bribe have

↫The Science Fi Section ↭ MasterList ↭The Adventure Section↬

The History section held books that looked like they came from every walk of life--and timeline. This time you did allow your eyes to select the story you were going to dive into. There was a papyrus scroll with a rawhide tie. At the center of the knot was a snake. When you pulled the rawhide knot, the scroll unfurled and flew to the floor and grew to the size of a door. The center of the scroll was transparent, and within you could see a golden throne and endless blue skies over sand.  

The pressure of something watching you was more than just a feeling now. You could swear that there was an actual presence looming over you, like the entity was here you just couldn't see it. "I really hope you're some secret support system that's getting stronger as I get through these stories."

Out of nowhere and also right beside you, you heard a laugh. It haunted you, curling inside of your skull and bounced between your eardrums. 

"Kay, that's super helpful," You said sarcastically. You sighed and stepped through the scroll to your new story.

The heat washed over you before anything else, even though you were in the cool shade, two pyramids on top of each other, base to base. The slim line between the two bases was where you reclined on a throne, gilded and embedded with jewels.

"My Goddesssssss."

A king cobra slithered up to you, offering a bowl with its tail. "Your High Priesssssst is praying to you again. You ssssssaid to notify you when he did ssssssssso next."

You peered into the golden bowl and found the waters revealing a man prostrated before your statue. His bronze skin was uncovered, with the exception of a loincloth, jewelry in abundance, and black tattoos in hieroglyphs that spelled out your name. "Oh Goddess of Secrets, Goddess of the Unknown, I pray to thee once again, to bestow upon me the knowledge that only your most dedicated servants may attain."

"How long since the last High Priest was bestowed the knowledge?" You wondered absent-mindedly. You liked this one. They finally realized that you wanted something nice to look at when you were fed prayers.

"It'sssss been…" The cobra flickered his tongue and turned his head towards scrolls that were gathered on a table. "Awhile, Goddessssssss."

You tap a long nail against your lip. "I will travel to him."

The snake bent his head. "As you wish, Goddessssss." 

You took one step and fell into a shadow. It swallowed you up whole and suddenly your feet were in the place of the statue the High Priest had been praying to. 

The shock written across San's, the High Priest’s, face was almost comical. 

"Goddess." He crossed his arms, fists closed and hitting his collar bones. "I am your servant."

You tipped your head in acknowledgement. "Good Evening, High Priest."

San was now wearing a smile that showed he was both unsure but happy you were here. "To what do I owe the honor of you making your presence known to I, a lowly servant?"

You scoffed at his statement. "Is that what a man covered in jewels and gold calls himself? A lowly servant?"

San pulled off the jewelry without another thought. "The others demand that I wear all the finery befitting of a goddess's favorite. But it means nothing to me."

His hand went to his loincloth next before you stopped him, stepping through one shadow to the next to put a hand on his wrist. "You need not disrobe."

San raised his eyebrows in surprise? "Is this not custom? I read in the old high priests scrolls--"

You shook your head. "You are looking for hidden knowledge, are you not?" You couldn't help but smile knowingly. "You will not find it disrobing."

"But payment is required--" San let out a garbled yell as you yanked his arm upwards and slashed a knife across his palm. A cup was there instantly to receive his blood.

"Seed is not a good enough payment for this particular kernel of knowledge," You informed him.

San watched in complete wonder as you drank his blood, tipping your head back to receive the very last drop. "The high priest didn't mention anything like this."

"The last high priest was not given the gift of receiving my corporeal form, San. His scrolls are lies."

San fell to one knee, humbled that you would give him this information. "Goddess. How dare he?" His voice was stormy with anger. Was San angry on your behalf?

"He dared very much. It was quite entertaining to see how far his lies and trickery would get him. Do not worry, he did not sully my name, San. His heart was weighed and he did not make it to the blessed fields of reeds."

"How may I serve you, Goddess?" San wondered again.

"Receive my knowledge and act in my name," You intoned.

San finally looked up at you. His eyes shined with the determination of a warrior spirit. "It is what I was born to do."

You tipped your head. "Very well. I will give you three chances to decline the knowledge. Once the third time is confirmed, we are bound, you and I, in shadows and mystery."

"So mote it be," San agreed, thumping his fist to his heart.

"You will receive my knowledge from between my thighs. My essence, what is between a woman's legs, is full of knowledge and mystery. Do you agree to receive my secrets?"

San's eyes widened in surprise once again. He looked amazed and like he had been hit on the head at the same time. "Between your thighs?"

You raised your chin. "Do you consent?"

San nodded his head quickly and multiple times. "Y-yes-, of course, Goddess."

You continued. "The knowledge you seek will change your life irreversibly. You cannot go back to your current state of sanity. They will call you the broken one because they will not understand your ramblings but you will speak the truth. Do you consent?"

"I…" San swallowed that kernel of information. "You will break my mind?"

"The knowledge will, San," You told him gently. You cupped his face and he cuddled into it with familiarity he wasn't aware of. You felt new and old to him. He didn't understand the feelings you elicited from him but he yearned for it at the same time.

"I agree," San said in a firm voice, "If the knowledge is the truth, I need it."

You brought your face close to San's and he held onto his breath. "This is the final question, San. This is the last chance to step away. You will not be cursed or out of favor if you decline. But this is the last time you will see me if you do decline. Are you prepared?"

San's eyes shone with the eagerness of a child who wished to know everything the universe could throw at him. "Please, Goddess."

"Upon learning the knowledge I will bestow on you, you will bring the end of the world as everyone knows it. After death comes rebirth. You will be their messiah. You will lead them into the new world. Where once they spat on you, they will raise you above them all. You will save them even though they do not deserve it. What will you, High Priest of mine? Will you endure to save the world you know and love?"

San prostrated himself before you, both legs folded under him as his arms were held above his head, forehead pressed against the cool stones of your temple. "It is an honor to serve you, my Goddess. I will be your messiah."

You clapped your hands and thunder shook the room. "So mote it be."

San stood up suddenly, eyes scanning the room for anything for you to sit on, but what was good enough for a Goddess? You chuckled as his question flew across his face. "High priest?"

"Yes, Goddess?" San's eyes snapped to you, like a well trained dog.

"Pillows will suffice," You informed him cooly.

San scrambled to assemble pillows and cushions, plumping and fluffing the soft mounds until he was satisfied. He smiled eagerly and motioned with his arms that your throne was prepared. You laughed again. "San, they're for you. You're lying down."

San pointed a finger at himself in question. "Me?"

You sighed softly. "Humans."

You put a hand on San's broad shoulder and pushed him to his back onto the pillows. He stared up at you, blinking and curious as you discarded your dress. Two simple flicks of your fingers had the straps leaving your shoulders and your dress pooling at your feet. You were left in a simple chain that ran from your neck to your waist. You placed a knee on each side of San's head and tucked your legs under San's arms. 

San looked a bit dazed, you had to admit. He was looking up at your bare cunt and then he licked his lips. "I…"

"You won't find that knowledge while looking between my thighs, High Priest. Please inform me that you are aware of how to coax pleasure from a woman's petals?"

"I do!" San insisted, his eyebrows furrowing. "I've simply never… this is not my method."

You laughed again. "Of course it is not, San. It is mine."

San smiled, full of sunshine and aw-shucks. "I understand, Goddess."

You rested your weight on San's face and his tongue found your folds immediately. He closed his eyes upon the first taste of your essence. Then his tongue began to eagerly lap at you, simply for the taste, if anything. His tongue traced your inner lips, following the lines of those folds until he found your sensitive nub. His eyes snapped upwards to meet yours as he sharpened his tongue and circled the sweet flesh. 

"You have but one goal in this, High Priest. If you search for the knowledge, the mysteries of this world, and the secrets that the shadows keep, you must bring me to completion and drink me down. Only once you've received my knowledge, will your journey begin. I will be with you for every step, but only you can move your feet. Bring me to--"

Your breath caught in your throat as San's tongue had found your hole and began to thrust in and out of you. You sent him a stern look. "San."

San let his head fall back but the confidence that leaked into his tone was apparent. "Yes, Goddess?"

"Perhaps the women you pleased previously found it charming that you cut off their words but you will find that I am not a patient goddess."

San shivered under you and curled his arms around your thighs that gleamed with the dust of an immortal. "Yes, Goddess. I simply seek to give you everything before I am broken."

You let him get away with this, although you did not show this on your face. "Proceed."

San licked at your entrance, your essence beginning to accumulate there as a result of his hard work. Sometimes he closed his eyes to take in everything his eyes could not and sometimes he would not even blink, as if he was drinking in your reactions instead of your essence. His tongue was certainly skilled, flicking with accuracy. 

But it was not until you pushed his hair out of his eyes that he moaned into your mound and shifted upwards. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked, hard. It brought you to place your hands on the floor, bracing against the stone. The reaction only made him more enthusiastic. He greedily sucked at your swollen flesh, tongue lathing back and forth until you felt your climax approaching. So soon? Were you not a goddess? Was this really how you were to bestow the knowledge of--

What if you didn't get your key?

"Stop!" You demanded hoarsely.

"Goddess?" San let his head fall back. 

"This isn't right," You said and you could feel the fear aching from your heart.

"Am I…am I not--"

You stood up, your pleasure forgotten. This wasn't right! You weren't a goddess and San was not a High Priest. But then what were you? Or San?

"Have I offended you? Did I do something wrong? Please, let me try again, surely I can--!"

You turned on your heel and met the eyes of San that were now full with tears of disappointment. 

"Do not patronize me, San. Just because I cannot say what is wrong at this moment, does not mean I am wrong."

A gleam suddenly appeared in San's eyes, one that held knowledge and amusement. "He said you were strong."

You narrowed your eyes at San. "He who?"

San pouted but it was not genuine, it was a mockery of a true pout. "But we were having so much fun!"

"I can win this yet," You said with determination. "This game of yours will not swallow me whole."

"Would you up the ante, traveler?" San cocked his head curiously.

You knew you had to win a game but then why would San put you as the one in power? Was it a ploy to suck you into said game concretely? You had broken the cardinal rule and you weren't playing with him now. How did this game work exactly? 

"High Priestess?" San lured you back to his world.

"I am--" You blinked profusely. You felt yourself being pulled in deep, despite your desperate attempts to stay afloat. You had to…

You were on your knees now, prostrated before the God to whom you worshiped since you were dedicated to this temple. San was the God of Secrets, the God of Mysteries, the God of knowledge unknown. Your thirst for knowledge had shot you to the High Priestess role and it felt like you were born for it.

"I will bestow upon you the knowledge of the unknown. I will slip between your thighs and penetrate you, but only if you allow me the honor. This is the only way for the seed of knowledge to enter you. Others have attempted to receive it through their mouth but," San chuckled darkly, "They did not survive. Do you accept this method, High priestess of mine?"

You nodded quickly, sharp jerks of your head rattling the heavy earrings. "The honor would be mine, San."

San cupped your jaw, thumb running over your lips. "Although it will be a shame for these lips to not pleasure my cock."

"San!" Your hands moved to his loincloth, made of shadows, but his other hand slapped them away. 

"Go make yourself a bed of pillows and I shall be the one to worship you," San commanded.

You scrambled to do as you were told, your nerves making you jittery. You hadn't felt this excited for sex since… well, awhile. Men often found their pleasure between your thighs and it was up to you to find your own. But to receive knowledge through the act, surely that was truly as it was meant to be?

Knowledge…to be received…were you here to win a game? Weren't you here for… a key?

"Goddess?"

San was before you, on his knees and a hesitant hand resting on your hip, unsure if he was allowed to touch you.  "I am worthy, am I not? To receive your knowledge? I am worthy to be between your thighs?"

You smiled tenderly down at the man who fed you with his prayers. "You are my chosen one."

San smiled so happily, it made his eyes disappear but his feelings did not. "I am yours, mind, heart and soul."

You carded your hand through his hair and then gripped it tightly, making San hiss in pleasure with the tightness of his scalp. "You are mine, San. No one shall touch you after this. A celibate High Priest is what I require. Your only pleasure will only be sought through me, is that understood?"

San was pliant in your hand and he began to whimper. "Yours, Goddess, I'm all yours."

You pushed him backwards and he caught himself with his elbows holding his upper body up. His eyes were eager and excited. "My pleasure is yours."

You turned to discard your dress, spun of shadows and mysteries. Your cunt ached for that skilled tongue--wait, was this first time you had shown yourself to your high priest? How did you know his tongue was skilled?

You spun around on your heel but San was standing in front of you. His skin sparkled with the dust of an immortal. His arms were crossed over his chest and your lips ached to kiss his bronze flesh. He was the god you had dedicated your life to worshiping, he--

He's a demon

San was grinning like he knew of a joke that would make you belly laugh. "Oh, he should be worried. You're going to give him a run for his money, aren't you?"

You needed to get that damn key!

The scene reset again and you decided that this was the final time. You were the goddess and you were going to get what you came here for. San was a formidable opponent but this would not be the last story you experienced.

San bent his neck in acknowledgement. "Yes, Goddess. It would be my honor."

"The knowledge is inside of you, San. But you need me to release it. I'm the lock and you're the key. Come between my thighs, release the seed of knowledge and your journey will begin."

You were standing upright, the dainty body chain and glimmer of your body your only ornaments. San gripped his hard cock and rubbed the tip against your clit. Pangs of lust echoed your lower half.

"Does that please you, Goddess?" San wondered, eyes dark with lust.

"Just like that, San, you're doing--" You choked on your words as San pulled your body against his so that his cock was now nestled between your thighs. 

His mouth was at your neck, licking and sucking the sensitive skin there. You let out a garbled noise as San began to thrust between your thighs. He moaned loudly, the top of his cock running along your wet folds and the sides of his cock pushing through the plushness of your thighs. "Feels so good," San whined.

"You have to release inside of me, San," You insisted, "Stop this--" The length of his wet cock running across your clit was wonderful, however.

"You taste like ambrosia," San murmured against your skin. Your hand cupped the back of his neck to encourage him. "Let me have you for an eternity," San whispered into your ear, "We need never stop."

San cocked one of your legs, palm supporting your thigh from underneath. He continued to run the head of his cock up and down your slit, precum and your earlier wetness making the job easier. "I--"

San entered you and anything intelligent that was about to leave your mouth was gone. His girth alone was something to be pleased about. He stretched you in a way that was pleasant and pleasurable. You could only whimper as it went on and on and you were surprised once he was full hilt inside of you. Your leg was curled around his slim waist. San's hand traveled along your thigh to finally get a handful of your ass. "You are everything I need, my Goddess."

"San, why--?"

San captured your lips in a passionate kiss that stole your breath away. "I have dedicated my life to you. Shouldn't I dedicate this moment to you as well?"

"Fuck me, San, fuck me so well I’m incoherent," You encouraged him. 

"As my goddess wishes," San ducked his head and did as he was commanded.

The waves San made between your thighs would make the Nile jealous with its strength. He wasn't doing it to be rough or hard, no, it was the quiet strength of a river carving a new path through rock. The accuracy with his hips rivaled that of his tongue. Each measured stroke inside of you gave you butterflies but pulled a moan from your mouth. Your breathing came out in sharp cries and pants. You so very much wanted to beg but you were supposed to be the one in control, so you instructed him. 

“Let’s come together, High Priest.” Your hands sought his chest, raking your nails down the muscles there, enjoying the red marks that followed.

San's arms moved to circle your upper body, squeezing and squeezing as his climax soon approached. Your breath became shortened as your own pleasure sought release. You came with a tiny squeak, barely any air to make a noise. Once your pussy walls clenched down in climax, San was gone, coming with a long, drawn out whine with you. He released you after his orgasm and air rushed into your lungs.

San had squeezed you so hard that you had a scratch in the valley of your breasts. San licked it up instinctively and you shivered. "A goddess' blood is not for mortals to taste," You scolded him in amusement 

"Neither is their essence nor their sweet depths, but I've tasted both," San said with a sweet, lazy smile, slow to grow. 

"If I didn't have a consort, you would be tempting, High Priest," You sighed, tapping his nose.

San's face fell in disappointment. "I wasn't lying. I have dedicated my life to you. Could I not receive the same in return?"

You shook your head. "You ask for too much."

San's voice turned cold and you shuddered. "You can't defeat him, you know."

"Defeat who, San?"

San rolled his eyes and sighed. 

The air tensed, warping and stretching and suddenly it snapped and you were back in the History Section. San was no longer covered in black hieroglyphic tattoos but a vest that barely covered his broad chest, leaving his stomach exposed nonetheless, shiny leather pants and wrist high gloves. San found the scroll you had disappeared in and snapped the snake off the rawhide. He handed his key to you but kept your hand in his grip tight.

"What do you think happens when you get all the keys?" San questioned you.

"Seonghwa unlocks the restricted section for me and I get the treasure," You said without hesitation.

San snickered. "All those six hard quests and it's just that easy?"

That made you uncertain. He was right. Surely there would be more than just the six trials. But then…?

"Surely you haven't been talking about Seonghwa this whole time, have you? He's more like the library's adopted cat than Keeper of the Keys."

San's face was sobering. "You'd do well not to underestimate the Keeper."

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. "He's not intimidating in the slightest. You worry too much for a demon."

San shrugged. "Well, I did my best to warn you, Goddess."

Your mind was sharpened after the History Section. You did not let it wander with thoughts of what you just experienced but you did find yourself searching out a very specific smell that brought you to the desk that Seonghwa always seemed to occupy.

"Did you really get cookies?" You demanded incredulously.

"I'll have you know I found Wooyoung in the creepy doll house, singing some creepy song just so I could bake you these!" Seonghwa frowned heavily.

You were about to grab one when you remembered many many stories of fools who ate food of a realm and were stuck there for eternity. Maybe eating the cookies was a bad idea.

Seonghwa watched you with sad eyes as you took your hand back from the plate. "Key?"

You handed him the snake and watched him as he lifted the cover to the display case and sunk it in with the other three. Which reminded you immediately to confirm your suspicions.

Seonghwa turned around and his eyes widened to the size of saucers when you unbuttoned your shirt and there was a pyramid nestled between your breasts now. “San give you that?”

You half smiled back at him. “Seems so.”

Seonghwa licked his lips. “Only two more to go now, huuuu…huh?”

You laughed under your breath at Seonghwa’s new attempts to stop calling you human. You were sobered at the thought of just how deep San’s story had pulled you in, however. You barely fought back. And San kept alluding to a ‘him’ but never confirmed or denied that it was Seonghwa or not.

“Keeper?” 

Seonghwa’s eyes snapped up from staring at the pyramid tattoo. “Yes?”

“You are who you say you are, are you not?”

Seonghwa smiled, full of awkwardness. “I am the Keeper of the Keys. Nothing more, nothing less.”

You searched his honest face for a hint if Seonghwa was lying. “Is there another section I don’t know about? Another demon you’re not to tell me?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “Not that I’m aware of.”

You sent him a skeptical look and he shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. I’m leaving. Try not to miss me too much."

"Guess I'll eat these cookies myself," Seonghwa grumbled under his breath. You heard spitting noises followed by a "Who put raisins instead of chocolate? WOOYOUNG?!"

The next section had a sign that was a wooden oar, vine's draped around it and the word Adventure spelled out using iridescent beetles. You could hear the chattering of monkeys and the roar of a waterfall. You really hoped you survived this next story. You had a feeling that the fight to survive and revive your love was slipping from your grasp but you refused to let it go without a fight.

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[moorishflower]

see the thing about Dream is

the thing is

it's very tempting to look at Tom Sturridge and go ah yes my sad scrungly wet cat anthropomorphic personification, because he does have Those Eyes and That Hair, and then it is very tempting to look at some panels of Dream in the comics and go ah yes my depressed weird friend who lives in a void, except sometimes i feel that this is too humanizing, especially if you're talking about Dream pre-1300s

and i think in the comics in a lot of his pre-Hob Gadling interactions with mortals you can see that he is balls to the wall batshit insane

his track record with loving mortals is absolutely bonkers

>Nada, Queen of the First City, pursued Dream and then when she discovered who he was went "oh shit, humans loving the Endless is forbidden by my people, we definitely shouldn't" and Dream confronted by a mortal he couldn't have went grabby grabby hands, convinced her to fuck him anyways, and then condemned her to Hell afterwards because the sun nuked her city and Nada, grieving, said she didn't want to be Dream's Queen (on account of the sinning)

>Killala of the Glow, an alien lady precursor to the Green Lanterns who punches through to the Dreaming by accident and Dream falls in love instantly, he knows her for basically 3 months and invites her to a cosmic entities convention to show her off, does not tell her that all of these people are literal quasars and planets and shit. she freaks out understandably, seeks comfort in the arms of the sun of her world (encouraged by Desire), and Dream, seeing them embracing, just fuckin leaves her there "the sun'll get her home," he says, "they're going to the same place, i'm not crying YOU'RE crying"

>Alianora, who was sent by Desire to help Dream fuck up some old gods, was given her own private island and also one of the Dream-Stones (for show fans, the ruby is a Dream-Stone!). i sincerely believe the only reason that Dream lost interest in her is because she spent so long in the Dreaming that if she tried to wake up she would die, and Dream is absolutely fascinated by things that can change (prob because that's his tragic character flaw is he can never change himself quite enough)

he don't got a great track record with his non-mortal lovers either (Thessaly, An Witch, and Calliope, the Muse), but over and over again with mortals, brief and ephemeral and changing, Dream cannot regulate himself. he burns super hot, super bright, and then either gets sucked back into work, or the fact that he has 0 Chill puts his lover off entirely. he has no concept of compromise and he's unable to not throw himself wholeheartedly into love. having Dream love you must be like being loved by a hurricane or the core of the earth. can you imagine what that would be like? having the attention of something that huge and fathomless and ancient focused on you like a laser? it would be like being crushed under a mountain.

this is why i think Hob Gadling is such a fantastic foil to, and the Premier Ship Of, Dream. Hob Gadling also throws himself wholeheartedly and joyfully into every new thing, Hob is out there living his best life and telling stories and i think he mentions doing cocaine in like the 90s in one of the comics? but, point being, Hob doesn't ever let immortality go to his head. he is the most mortal mortal that ever mortaled, he just happens to have a concept of eternity that, no matter how infinitesimally, actually approaches what Dream is.

it's just that the dynamic you get now, with a mortal who understands the true concept of endlessness, is "Hob I have brought to you a brooch forged from the heart of a dying star, pearls harvested from oysters that have never seen the sun and never will, sapphires infused with the waters of Eden"

"oh that's gorgeous dear how thoughtful I'll put it on the shelf with the Polished Sphere of Crystallized Auroras and Hope"

and then Dream fucks off to do his job for like 8 years and Hob isn't too fussed because he spent like 6 centuries waiting for this weird wet cat of a man to fuckin introduce himself, he can wait a few years for them to meet up for dinner again

anyways i wrote all of these as a partial explanation as to why Dream is so fuckin weird and turbo in Husbands, and it's because he's a sad scrungly pathetic cat man AND he's also an enormous endless eldritch creature that has no concept of emotional regulation but also a terminal fascination with the changeability and fragility of mortals that translates into absolute fucking insane love

#the sandman #the sandman meta #dreamling #dream of the endless/hob gadling #dream/hob #the sandman (2022)

[akkkkollle]

The same sex with Izana in the bathtub from your headcannons? -😇

Pairing: Izana × Mean!M!Reader.

Cw: bathroom sex, teasing, a little humiliation and praise, daddy (1 time), threats (comic, in your direction), denial of orgasm.

The warm water touched your skin. And you definitely understood now that there is nothing better than a warm bath after a hard day. Well, and of course your boyfriend on your lap in the bathroom, too. It made your day even better.

Your hands gently ran through his white, wet hair, from which he sometimes sighed a little. Pleasant feelings overwhelmed you both. And everything would be fine if you didn't feel too active movement in your lap. You sighed softly, knowing perfectly well what he wants.

- Izana, can you stop fidgeting? - you asked, ceasing to move your hand over his head, which made him whine.

- And what? - he asked, returning your hand to his head. - Can't you hold back?

He moved on your lap, now sitting facing you, still pressing your hand to his slightly fluffy hair from moisture, waiting for movements. But you didn't move, so he moved on your lap. A soft moan escaped his lips when he felt your dick harden under him. You just pursed your lips, waiting for what would happen next.

And then... Oh, yeah.

- Well, Daddy, fuck me already. he said with his usual slightly insane expression. - Or I'll do it myself...

Not wanting to give him the dominant role, knowing full well that he planned it, you lifted his body over your dick. He bit his lip and grabbed your shoulders, squeezing them slightly. You lower his body, which causes his voice to crack slightly when he feels that stretch, which he has been missing lately.

- So what? I won't fuck you. - you say, smiling meanly. - So do it yourself.

- what? You—! - you jerk your hips, which makes his voice and he moans, feeling how you immediately hit the right place.

He looks at you angrily, which makes your grin even bigger. It makes his cheeks turn red, he always liked it when you show strong dominance, although he will never tell you about it. His hips get comfortable and he starts bouncing on them, which is a little difficult because of the water, but he doesn't care. It's just you and him that matters right now.

You lick your lips, looking at the picture in front of you. His white hair stuck to his face from moisture, his beautiful eyes rolled to the back of his head with pleasure, his pink tongue slightly falls out from behind his mouth, and his chocolate thighs, which have a couple of bruises and bites from last night, bounce over your cock.

- You know, you look like a slut right now. - he closes his eyes and a soft moan escapes from his throat. - Oh, do you like being humiliated? Nice.

-I-I'm going to kill you, y-you idiot. If you don't shut up, agh, I'll wring your neck, and then—Oh, b-bastard! - you jerk your hips again, making his voice get higher and higher by the second.

His moans suddenly become louder, and his jumps are uneven and have lost pace. You just smile at your own thought when you look at your boyfriend's dick bouncing under the water. Your arm wraps around him right at the moment when Izana is about to shout your name. And your other hand rests on his thigh so that he does not move. His eyes widen and tears appear in them, his voice literally breaks when he starts begging you to cum. But you're not listening, you're just estimating how much water has spilled out of the bathroom.

- Nah, handsome, you won't finish... here. - you mumble, making the white-haired man groan with disappointment. - Just get off my cock and let's go to the room, otherwise I think we'll flood the neighbors... We didn't have enough cops yet.

He looks at the floor, and then turns a sulky look at you. Oh no, you're not leaving here anytime soon, even if he has to sacrifice all of his orgasms today. You're gonna fuck him here. And he will provide it.

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Juice Box Jubilee

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, YJ98, Titans

Summary: A mysterious girl walks through heroes' nightmares, and they band together to figure out why.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Sandsmark, Bart Allen, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Cissie King-Jones, Grant Emerson, Roy Harper

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tags: Dreams and Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergent AU, First Person POV, Mystery Character(s), Confession(s), Found Family, Healing

Chapter One: mommy's hugs (Jason's POV)

I couldn’t see past the smoke, but I could hear her struggling and choking. “Mom!” I shouted. I tried to stand but couldn’t move anything below my chest. My stomach felt strange, like a foot that fell asleep. I dragged my body across the ground, screaming for her. “Mom!”

It was always the same. I couldn’t see my mom, but I could hear her. I wanted her to say my name and acknowledge that I was there. I wanted to hold her… But it was always the same. The smoke overtook me, and I’d wake up choking. I turned on my side, hacking until I could breathe again, and sometimes it got so bad I’d throw up. This time, though, I didn’t wake up. I felt a hand wrap around my fingers. “What do you want?” the little voice asked. I turned to see a girl in orange flower pajamas.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Why are you crying? What do you want?” she asked as if she were talking to someone younger than herself. What struck me wasn’t her presence. It was her question. I wasn’t crying at all.

“I want my mommy,” I answered. I covered my mouth at the sound of my voice. I sounded like a little boy again. And I was crying. I wasn’t on my stomach anymore. I stood a little shorter than the girl holding my hand… And she wasn’t holding my fingers anymore. I held hers. “I can’t find my mommy.” I hiccupped through my tears. I was so frightened that I’d forgotten I was an adult moments before.

“It’s okay… We’ll find your mommy,” she replied. She waved her free hand until the smoke vanished. I could see my mom in the corner of our apartment, sitting on the fire escape, and I let go of the little girl’s hand, running toward my mom at full speed with tears in my eyes. My mom caught me and held on tight.

“Jason,” Mom whispered as she showered me in kisses. I cried joyfully, weeping as she cradled me in her arms. “It’s okay, Jason… Mommy’s here.” I didn’t want to let go. I hid my face in her chest, and I could almost smell her.

I woke up in bed, a hand on my chest as I stared at the ceiling. “Fuck,” I breathed the word out. I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. “Okay… Okay.”

I couldn’t shake the little girl’s face from my memory. She was so deeply concerned. Getting out of bed felt impossible. I had to force myself to get up… But it only made me feel worse. I sat up and immediately started to sob into my outstretched palms. It was the worst I’d felt in years. I couldn’t catch my breath.

I cried myself sick. It felt like I lost my mom all over again. But worse. I got to see the best version of her. I could almost smell her perfume. It was the same perfume her grandmother wore. Once I calmed down, I climbed out of bed and showered. The cold water shocked me awake and cleared my head, and I let the water trickle through my hair. I focused on my skin prickling with goosebumps under the icy water, letting it pull me out of despair. My phone rang, and I ignored it. I couldn’t get out of the shower. My dream shook me up in ways I couldn’t explain.

I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the wall as I slipped a sweatshirt over my head. My limbs felt heavy. I wanted to call someone and talk about it, but I didn’t know what I would say. My recurring nightmare finally had a happy ending, and I can’t shake the feeling that it shouldn’t have ended that way. I knew what everyone would say. They’d say I was finding a reason to be unhappy. Dismiss my real fears. My phone rang a second time. “What?” I snapped.

“Someone’s in a mood,” Barbara replied. I exhaled through my nose, trying to conceal my embarrassment.

“Sorry… I thought you were someone else. What’s up?” I asked. “Wait, why are you calling me from your cell?”

“It’s a personal call. Checking in,” Barbara replied. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to pull myself together.

“Do you still have the number of that therapist?” I asked. I ran a hand over my face, anticipating Barbara’s following questions.

“Yeah… I’ll send it to you right now,” Barbara replied, “I’m not going to ask why you want it. I am going to ask if it’s urgent.”

I sat with my thoughts for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer. “It feels urgent right now, but I had a bad morning. I should get off the phone-.”

“I get it… Bye, Jason,” Barbara replied. She hung up before I could reply to her.

I called the number Barbara sent me and held my breath when it started to ring. “Good morning, Dr. Andersen, speaking,” she introduced herself. I considered hanging up. “Hello?”

“I’m-. I’d like to make an appointment,” I whispered. The words made me feel sick.

*

Dr. Andersen was a few years older than Barbara. She had a pixie cut. Nothing too trendy or modern. It was more vintage than anything. I fiddled with an old toy clock sitting on her desk. I didn’t look at her directly. I studied her with a few calculated and indirect glances. I couldn’t tell her about my dream, so I started with my background. “I didn’t know my stepmom wasn’t my birth mother until I was fifteen years old. She passed away when I was twelve. My father passed away around the same time. They had a tumultuous marriage, and my mom was-. My mom was addicted to drugs. I couldn’t help her. So, I went into foster care, and then I got adopted. The adoption was-. I found out about my birth mom. Then, I met her, and she died too,” I explained.

Dr. Andersen nodded. “Which parent or parents are you having the nightmare about?” Dr. Andersen asked. She saw right through me.

“The stepmom,” I answered. I tried to be as impersonal as possible about it. Dr. Andersen saw through that, too.

She wrote something down. “How do you feel about that?” Dr. Andersen questioned.

“I’m usually fine. I have a few nightmares about my mom here and there, but the other day-. It was different. The nightmare was strange, too. I cried in my sleep, and when I woke up, I started sobbing. I couldn’t stop. I had to shower to clear my head,” I answered. The thought of the nightmare got caught in my throat, and I swallowed it like bile. “I should tell you about my nightmare and why I feel guilty… Shouldn’t I?”

I met eyes with Dr. Andersen. Her eyes were a cloudy color as they studied me. I could tell her mind went about a hundred miles per hour. “Did any of your parents have a funeral?” Dr. Andersen asked. I froze. No one ever asked me about their funerals.

“I’ve-. No,” I stammered. I wondered if it could’ve helped me process my pain. It wasn’t something that I talked about. But I found myself thinking about how strange it was that I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to any of the people I lost. I couldn’t hear anything she said after I answered. My ears rang, my stomach ached, and I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t ground myself. It was like I fell into a pocket of grief. It was the first time I’d felt normal in over a decade. I felt like shit, but it made sense to feel like shit. I hated that it took twelve years to sink in, but it was a relief to know I felt something.

#fic #tjbj fic #batfam #Jason Todd #Barbara Gordon #Cassandra Sandsmark #Bart Allen #Tim Drake #Conner Kent #Cissie King-Jones #Grant Emerson #Roy Harper #Dreams and Nightmares #Hurt/Comfort #Canon Divergent AU #First Person POV #Mystery Character(s) #Confession(s) #Found Family #Healing

[technicallyblakebelladonna]

hiiiii ask for you infodump about rwby volume 10 and what you want to happen

HI THERE FRIEND!!!! thank you for the ask <3

i want u to know that i specifically went to my spotify to put on my "amitola" playlist before going to answer this ask, so that should tell you where my head is at

of course for rwby v10 i want what the majority of other people want, for the bees to be shown in their relationship and for others to react to it in ways that really allow us as the audience to BASK in the fact that the bees are in an established relationship and are HAPPY. cause like, just thinking abt catradora and korrasami, well we get to see them get to that kiss and get their happy ever after, but in the show that's where it ENDS (i know with LoK they had the comics that let korrasami go past that point but i digress) like of course i could say all that and i WOULD say all of that

but

YOU CAME INTO *MY* ASK BOX. so you know exactly what im gonna infodump about. you know WHO im gonna infodump about

ilia. fucking. amitola.

we saw her last in all her collarbone-apparently-redacted glory in v8 along with a couple of other tertiary characters during ruby's speech montage. she had a fairly long focus shot (imo, for a side character) that showed her getting a call from ghira. so we KNOW that those three are going to be together-- and by the logic of ghira and kali being blake's fucking parents!! we can assume that they're going to all end up heeding the call and gathering where everyone else is. so that means that we can also assume that they'll all be there for the reunion in vacuo.

(no seriously where did they go???? i havent been able to unsee it)

ANYWAY.

so i want to see that reunion. i want to see blake fling herself into her parents arms and for ilia to kinda hang back bc she's like, still doesn't quite know what to do with herself-- and doesn't QUITE know how to relate to blake anymore. they left on good terms, but they haven't had much time to really rebuild their relationship by any means, so ilia's just standing there, heart tearing in half a little because there she is. she didn't die. ilia had mourned for her, had gone through that grief alongside blake's parents and now? now there. she's standing right there. and suddenly it's just so overwhelming that she starts turning a deep blue, right from her roots, her irises turning a deep icicle blue, sharp and unforgiving like the presumed loss she had to go through all that time ago.

and blake? she sees it. out of the corner of her eye, above the shoulder of her mom while in their embrace, she sees ilia shaking like a leaf. and she goes to her after another quick murmured reassurance to her parents. and she just opens her arms to ilia. and ilia flings herself into blake's arms and breathes her in because gods. she is real. she starts whispering "you're here. you're alive. i lost you all over again and now you're here."

and that's what i hope from canon, but am i going to stop there? no because hello. ilia fucking amitola.

the CATMELEON SHIPPER IN ME wants blake to reply with something cheesy, with something utterly heartbreakingly beautiful, something like "you could never lose me. i've always been in your heart, and you've always been in mine. and that's not going anywhere."

THEY HAVE A SPECIAL BOND OKAY CANON WILL NOT TAKE THAT FROM ME FOR FUCKS SAKE.

what i want CANON to do is to have ilia and yang finally fucking meet and talk. for ilia to give the "hurt her, no one will hear from you ever again" talk.

as @averagemrfox said in their tags

like OH MY GOD give me THIS. holy shit this is genius. maybe yang spots ilia looking restless and tense after an overwhelmingly emotional day after blake "comes back from the dead" and sees her sitting at the outskirts of the city/their camp or wherever. and so she just like. says hey. you know the best way i find to burn off extra energy? and ilia agrees to a hand-to-hand no weapons (and yang promises not to use her arm gun at all) and it feels GOOD to get the energy out. so they could have a good conversation that way and establish like, that ilia sees how good yang is for blake and how happy she is and ends with the whole, catch her off guard kinda blow and tells yang that if she hurts blake again, she'll obliterate her from the face of remnant.

what RAY WANTS BC OF THE EMBER RAINBOW SHIPPER is for ilia to get the upper hand and successfully pin her down and we have a delicious moment of sexual tension where ilia's got yang's hands above her head and her weight on her hips and she just catches the way yang's eyes sparkle in the dying sunlight of the golden hour and she just can't help herself, can't stop herself from saying "so that's why." and for yang to be just as pleasantly thrown off guard - "what's why?" and at this point ilia's freckles are flaring pink, her irises following suit and - "that's why blake fell in love with you"

like ON GOD GIMMIE. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT ILIA WOULDN'T SEE YANG AND EITHER 1) IMMEDIATELY GET JEALOUS OR 2) IMMEDIATELY AND UTTERLY FALL IN LOVE WITH HER TOO (or both? both is good)

shipping aside, i need ilia to STOP BEING FORGOTTEN ABOUT GODDAMNIT. this is just a general complaint of the fandom in general from my pov. like i dont REALLY see posts cross my dash, the ones that talk about rwby in general or rwby v10 specifically, it's like. ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT ILIA FOR A SECOND??? like y'all wanna see everyone react to the bees being in a relationship and YOU FUCKING FORGET ILIA?!?!?! THE LITERAL FIRST ON SCREEN CANONICALLY CONFIRMED LESBIAN??? AND NOT ONLY THE FIRST ON SCREEN CANONICALLY CONFIRMED LESBIAN, BUT HER LESBIANISM WAS CANONIZED BY HAVING HER LITERALLY CONFESS TO BLAKE'S FUCKING FACE THAT SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER!!!!! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! IT'S RIGHT THERE!!! WHY ARE WE SLEEPING ON ILIA AMITOLA?!?!?!!?

anyway. i had to get that out of my system apparently LMAO

so where else do i want to go with this??? i mean there's so much i could say, how i want rainbow bees to actually happen bc im greedy but i love the story they told with the bees already so i don't see that happening in all seriousness (and shoehorning ilia into the bees relationship feels like a disservice to the growth the bees went through together so i GET that but i just think it would be NEAT. blake has two hands, yadda yadda and all that)

i could talk about how i want canon to reveal that ilia was actually blake's first kiss because that would be so much better than the implied fact that adam canonically was, and that just makes my skin crawl, so to have it be ilia would be DELIGHTFUL to say the least.

i could talk about how i want ilia and weiss to be an endgame couple, if nothing else for the fact that a) it would be great for weiss' growth arc, ending up with a faunus -- but not only JUST any faunus, to have one that was SO detrimentally impacted by her father's dust empire, and to heal that hurt together and have those journeys weave together in the end. and b) i just want to be greedy again and tie ilia to a main character bc it will mean we will get to see her more than just for a few minutes every so often.

i COULD also talk about how there's a great idea to have emerald and ilia end up together because, similar villian redemption arcs, opposing colour scheme, similar unrequited love type situations. it's just RIFE for a great set up and that would be great.

i COULD talk about so many things related to ilia fucking amitola and rwby v10 but i think i've definitely said quite a lot of things already, so i'll just cut it off here skghsdfkghdfg thank u for ur time and attention if u have made it this far and have enjoyed or even just slightly made sense of my ramblings

*gets off amitola soapbox*

#rwby #rwby v10 #ilia amitola #catmeleon #ember rainbow #ray replies #followbeaujes #beaujes #thank u for letting me go off skghskgh #im not sure you were expecting this though so SDKHSGKDH

[butterfluffy]

Hey fluff! Can I request Zoro for the msa special?

“my strange addiction”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· this swordsman is addicted to alcohol, and you. so it's definitely a huge win for him when you asked him to go out and drink..

⠀⠀➧ is this still considered fluff? | yandere!r. zoro × gn!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — contains yandere themes, alcohol use, (slight) violence, and kidnapping. get out of this fic if you're uncomfortable with these. mistakes and swearing are present too.

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “my strange addiction,” which is a writing special i made to celebrate this account reaching 500+ followers.

requested by: anonymous — i do hope this moss head doesn't get the both of you lost, ahsahshahaha.

by continuing, you consent into reading this oneshot fanfic which contains yandere themes, alcohol use, violence, and kidnapping. if uncomfortable, please don't read this fic. also, don't go blaming me, i warned you.

“Hey, hey, hey! Zoro!” You chimed, slinging your arm over the moss head's shoulder, causing him to look up at you with a raised brow.

“What?” Zoro mutters with his usual blank expression, masking the joy, and butterflies he's feeling in his stomach by your small, innocent action.

“Wanna go out and drink? My treat~” You offered with a coo, a big grin on your face as Zoro hummed, nodding his head.

“Sure. You better keep your word on it being your treat though, 'cause you'd be spending a lot tonight.” Chuckles the moss head, immediately standing up and dragging you with him to buy drinks...

“.....Man, I hope my wallet's still good after gettin' all these beer and sake.” You said with a breathy laugh, pouring yourself a glass of sake as Zoro chugged a bottle of beer in one go.

“Ah! I told ya you'd be spending a lot, heh.” He says with a smirk, causing you to sigh, comical tears streaming down your face as you thought of the amount you had spent.

“But don't worry about that now, let's drink. Savour these drinks that you bought with your money.” Passing you a beer bottle, Zoro grinned, enjoying himself completely...

I mean, how can he not enjoy this?

He's drinking, and he's with you.

Two of his favorites, so how can he not enjoy himself to the max?

“Guhh.... Hey, Zoro..” You called, looking up the man, showing your flushed face that got him smiling like an idiot.

He loves how you look right now, he admits. You look incredibly cute to him—and oh how he wish he's able to take a picture of your current state.

But unfortunately, he couldn't, so he'd just engrave this memory in his mind for himself forever.

Though he wants you to be with him forever instead.

“..I'm—hic, I'm going home, am drunk, bye.” You babbled, standing up, taking small, shaky steps away from the swordsman who slightly frowned, following you and taking your arm, pulling you back to him.

“Oi, don't go yet, we're not done drinkin' up, Y/n.” He grumbles, having you sit back down the table with him.

“But I don't wanna drink up anymoreee! I wanna go home!” You whined, pushing your lips forward to a pout, causing Zoro to sigh heavily. Falling into your plead, that he calls a trap.

“Fine. Let's go home, to my house.” He stated, standing up once again after finishing another bottle of beer.

“Eh? Your house? No, no, I wanna go home to mine. And—and, I'm going home, not you too. You can stay here and—hic, drink up all you want, since there's still some—some drinks here, yeah?”

Tilting his head to the side by your words, Zoro shook his head, taking your hand and dragging you with him.

“Z..Zoro! Let me go, I'm gonna go home to my houseee!” You shout, trying to get away from his grip that didn't dare let you go.

“Stop dragging me—damn it, moss head! I said, stooopp!!” You growled, getting annoyed by the moss head, your unwillingness also annoying him.

“Y/n just—fuck it, sorry for this, I guess....!”

He's taking you home, he definitely is.

Hitting your head with the empty beer bottle in his hand, Zoro groans, brows stitched to a frown.

He never really wanted to have things result into this, it's just—you left him no choice.

“If you just had been compliant, I wouldn't have done this, stupid..” Zoro whispers, carrying your now unconscious self in his arms, the frown in his face disappearing, turning into a victorious look.

Tonight's a big win for him.

He's got to satisfy his addiction—drinking, and you who's now in his arms, all to himself until who-knows-how-long...

© butterfluffy 2022

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[insertsickusername13]

WROTE THIS IN LIKE AN HOUR IGNORING A BIG ASSIGNMENT I HAVE DUE TONIGHT SO GTG BUT HERE IT IS, THIS FIC WAS THE ORIGINAL CONCEPT FOR I CAN'T MISS YOU (the fic i wrote that we do NOT speak of that was embarrassing) THAT GOT LOST ALONG THE WAY I DID NOT REREAD IT SO IF THERE'S GRAMMAR MISTAKES SORRY

word count: 2036

Rich heard from friends that Jake had spent almost every waking moment in the hospital while Rich had been in his coma. According to them, Jake had been worried sick. He talked about Rich constantly, asked about him repeatedly, paid hospital bills, and brought flowers and gifts every other day. 

They also tried to tell him that Jake being incessantly clingy ever since Rich had woken was natural, that it was kind.

Rich was pretty sure it was a trick. There was no way Jake, who had everything and lost everything, could forgive Rich in a heartbeat. Rich knew Jake was perfect from day one, admired every inch of him before Jake even knew Rich's name, but this was too far. This was unnatural, the self-destructive part of Jake taking over rather than an angelic act of kindness. 

"It's okay," Rich said for the umpteenth, "If you need time or space, or—"

"Rich," Jake said, smiling down at him, "I promise. I forgive you."

Rich studied him, searching his face for the lies in his words. He was just the same as Rich had left him: soft lips that formed soft smiles, light freckles like stardust from the heavens, a thin line between his eyebrows from all the times he scowled down at his homework, frustrated that he couldn't be perfect first try.

"Are you s—"

Jake grabbed Rich's unbandaged hand and squeezed gently. The touch had Rich seeing stars. 

"Yes. A hundred percent. More than that. A thousand. A million. Whatever it takes to convince you."

Rich looked down at their hands, his cheeks matching his faded-out streak.

"So," Jake said slowly, as if he was explaining something to a toddler, "I really, really do want you to move in with me, okay?"

He squeezed Rich’s hand again, and when he pulled back there was a key pressed into Rich's palm, cold and metal and real. 

Rich couldn't talk. He nodded rapidly like a lovestruck girl who'd just been proposed to and cried into Jake's varsity jacket when he got to see their apartment for the first time. 

It was too easy.

Setting up Rich's new room was too easy. Making dinner together was too easy. They'd gone from friends to nothing to roommates as if nothing had ever happened—there should have been some difficulty. Some adapting. But when Jake hugged Rich from behind, using Rich as a makeshift cane while his real one leaned against the kitchen island and whispered, "You're the best thing to ever happen to me," Rich was suddenly forced to forget that life could ever be too easy.

Friends to lovers was the same as friends to roommates. Rich confessed to Jake on the couch and Jake dragged them to the shower, turned on the water, and kissed him amidst the steam. 

"What the fuck?" Rich said, smiling so hard the conviction in his words was lost to sugar-like giddiness. 

"I'm not giving you some lame-ass first kiss. Hence: kiss in the rain."

"We're in a shower."

"You're a buzzkill."

"You're an idiot."

"You're a dick."

"Suck my dick."

Jake gave him an ingenuous smile and, like an overeager virgin, promptly stuck his hand in Rich's pants.

Rich didn't think about anything being too easy as Jake took him to dinner a week later, or pecked him on the cheek while walking down the school hallways, or left bruises on his neck in the quieter parts of the library. He only reveled in the feeling of being loved, of having everything he'd never dreamed of without voices screaming in his head and electricity shooting up his spine.

Jake was safety. Being wrapped in his arms was like having everything else erased and blurred into unimportant lines of text, a book Rich no longer had to participate in. He wasn't a determined main character, a traumatized side character, or a comic-relief love interest. He was only Jake's, and everything was perfect that way.

Until some terrifying climax started hovering on the horizon and Rich lost the privilege of living in just the rising action. 

Jake held on too tight. Stayed up too late. Talked too long. He filled every moment of silence with desultory rambling, never giving Rich the chance to ask are you okay?

The terror of losing Jake lived in every molecule of air Rich breathed. There was no SQUIP in his mind to tell him when he was messing up anymore. Every word Rich said could have only been making it worse and he'd have no idea.

He stayed up late overthinking every interaction with Jake, searching for the exact moment he'd fucked up. It must've been something terrible. Earth-shattering. If Jake could forgive him for Halloween but not this, it must've been something so purely unholy even the devil wouldn't know what to say at the sight of it.

Rich stared at the wall in front of him, sorting through memory after memory clumsily; messily; desperately.

"Are you awake?" Jake whispered, voice thick with unshed tears. The noise was sudden and jarring. But, as Rich was learning, if he spoke he might only make it worse. If he gave any indication that he was awake then Jake might force them to talk until everything they'd mended shattered.

Rich stayed perfectly still. He kept his breathing level. He just wanted one more night of Jake holding him, his nose pressed against Rich's spine as he got as close as he could. One more night.

"I miss you," Jake continued. The way he said it, like the moon and stars above were telling him not to, made the words sound thick with shame despite the seemingly innocent, even benign, implications behind them. "I miss you so fucking much and I—I... I'm so sorry."

He burrowed his face into Rich's shirt to muffle a quiet sob. Rich felt Jake's words like acid in his mouth.

"It's not fair. It's not, it's not." Jake pulled back just long enough to gasp in a breath of air before pressing his face against Rich again. His hands were shaking and clutching Rich's torso hard enough to leave bruises.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much it's going to kill me, and—and it's you, I swear it's you, I love you."

Chloe. Christine. Madeline. Penelope. Jackie. Helen. 

Rich trusted Jake with his soul, but the guilt in his voice and stature had the name of every girl Jake had slept with bobbing to the surface. Kayley. Aurora. Nina.

"But—" Rich's heart stopped. “—but...before. The squip. He—fuck."

Jake wrenched himself away, ripping his arms from around Rich to wrap them around himself protectively.

"Fuck. I feel so fucking naive. It was manipulation. I know that."

His words were getting louder, edging on yelling now that Rich wasn't there to muffle the sound. Still, Rich kept his breathing steady. He was asleep. He wasn't hearing this... this... what? Confession? Break-up speech? He was going to puke if he thought about what this could all be leading up to for a second longer.

"And…and he wasn't real. And it was just a robot catering to my every need and want, but fuck, he was my best friend. And you're so different now, and I love you for it. I love you like this. I can't do this, because I've got you right here, I do, I love you, but I lost my best fucking friend, and everyone's acting like I'm supposed to be fine with it and I just—I can't—"

Oh. Jake missed squipped Rich.

Rich's eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Jake was behind him, sitting upright with his hands tangled in his hair. Rich could hear his breathing, echoey and raw, heaved in and out with the desperation of a madman. 

"Fuck. Fuck. You should've just killed me. You should've locked me in my bedroom and watched me die. Put me out of my fucking misery instead of letting fate torture me like this."

Rich had to put a hand over his mouth to stop a sob from escaping. Jake was too lost in his rant to notice, leaning back against the wall with his head tilted back to glare at the ceiling. 

Rich could feel the remnants of the SQUIP scraping at the back of his skull, begging to be let out with a new, desperate fervor that Rich was sure he was feeding into. At that moment, with his eyes squeezed shut and his hand over his mouth to hide his crying, he wanted it back in his mind, if only to erase this night from his memory. If only to make Jake happy. 

"I love you," Jake whispered. He sounded empty now, his anger placated by the catharsis of confessing to the dark. "I love you so fucking much and I can feel myself pushing you away and I can feel you letting me and for the love of all things good and holy, you have to stop me before I ruin the best thing to ever happen to me just because I'm a fucking coward who can't move on from some robot."

Rich didn't want to stop him. Rich agreed. He missed who he was. He missed the easy confidence, the straight-As. The sauntering down the hallways and having everyone bend to his will just because they liked him. He understood what Jake missed. He missed it too.

"Please, please. I can't do this anymore. I can't miss you like I do when you're right in front of me—"

"We both miss him,” Rich whispered, “It's okay."

For a moment, Rich was convinced Jake had ceased to exist. That he'd simply evaporated. He didn't speak, didn't move, didn't breathe. It sounded like his heart had stopped in his chest. 

But then, slowly, his voice trembling, Jake choked out, "...Rich?"

Rich rolled over, unashamed of the tears on his cheeks.

"Yeah?" he replied, sounding casual compared to the destruction tearing through every neuron inside him.

"How long have you…?"

He didn't even need to finish his question to know the answer. He stared down at Rich through the darkness, eyes glistening with tears that matched Rich's. 

"I'm sorry," he breathed, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I was just rambling, I swear, I didn't... I didn't..."

Rich shook his head. The lump in his throat hurt too much to talk, so he was forced to simply sit up and throw his arms around Jake's neck. Jake didn't hug him back, instead hovering helplessly, his hands up in the air like he was surrendering. 

"You love me?" Rich rasped. 

"With all my heart. I swear, I swear it, okay? I hate myself for—"

Rich shook his head against Jake's neck. "No, no, it's okay. You love me, but he was different. Fuck, he was so easy. He could just...he was so much better than me."

As if he'd never not been hugging Rich, Jake's palms were suddenly pressed against Rich's shoulder blades, warm and safe.

"That's not true," he said, "I only fell in love with you."

"But he made everything so simple. I miss it so much, Jake. He could just talk and everyone was happy and teachers loved him and his grades were perfect and he always knew what to say to make you feel better."

Jake nodded at that, still holding onto Rich like the floor was disappearing underneath them and opening up into the empty void of space. 

"He was never scared," Jake offered quietly.

"He was confident."

"Suave."

"Always knew how to charm a girl."

"He could actually act, unlike some people."

Rich let out a small, watery laugh, and whispered, "He could actually beat you at chess."

Jake hummed and pressed a soft kiss against Rich's hair. 

"Yeah, he could. But do you wanna know a secret?"

"What?"

Jake lifted Rich's head from his shoulder to look him in the eye. He looked exhausted, red-eyed, and scared. There were tear stains on his cheeks and that determined line between his eyebrows. He ran a finger over Rich's cheekbone and smiled.

"I may miss him a little, but I always liked him better when he was drunk."

#I'M NEVER GONNA FINISH MY ASSIGNMENT ON TIME #FUUUUUCKKKKKK #bmc #richjake #jake dillinger #angst #tw death #kinda? #mentioned once but in a bit of a graphic way yk #rich goranski #be more chill #fuck fuck fuck fuck i'm never gonna finish my assignment #what's that tag i made up for my fanfic i forgot #OH RIGHT #sparkly star fanfic #so beautiful

[vldkeith]

keithtober🔪🎃💢 week two: star pilot🌟🚀 or loner

keith is so annoying, thinking he's all that. lance confronts him about it. (garrison!au)

ko-fi☕️ | 🔗read on ao3 - leave a kudos even if u read on here please!

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If Lance had a penny for every time the instructors made Keith do a demonstration for the fourth year class, he swears he’d be a billionaire by the end of the month.

It’s trite to the point of being comical by now, though Lance isn’t laughing at all. He wants to say that every time Keith sighs and steps up into the sim-rig at the request of a teacher, he resolutely looks away, not deigning to watch the too-cool-for-everything student excel again and again seemingly without even trying, but that’s not true. More often, Lance watches with rapt attention, trying to catalogue in his mind every technique Keith uses, every twist and turn he takes, every time he swan-dives and manages to pull out of it at the last second to the shock of everyone present.

It’s amazing. Lance kind of hates him for it.

Once Keith has finished, received the praise from the teacher (with a few sly comments about his behavioral issues, Lance notes with relish), and slipped back into the shadows of the crowd, Lance turns to Hunk, who’d been standing next to him the entire time. The second Lance opens his mouth, Hunk groans.

“What?” Lance says, taken aback.

“Please do not talk to me about Keith right now,” Hunk sighs, scrubbing tiredly at his eyes. “I didn’t sleep well last night. Give me a break.”

Lance glares. “You act like I spend every second of every day talking about Keith. I don’t.”

“When it’s demonstration day? You kind of do,” Hunk replies grimly, his face a straight line. Lance folds his arms against his chest and sulks just a little bit.

He doesn’t even manage to keep quiet for the duration it takes Hunk to complete a single stretch and yawn.

“I just think it’s not fair that they always choose him to do the demos,” he says, staring with narrowed eyes at the teacher, Singletary, as she resets the sim gear for the next group of students. He’d known she was going to choose Keith, since she’s always talking about things he’s done right, but it was still a disappointment to have to cross another teacher off his dwindling list of non-Keith-worshippers at the Garrison.

Lance himself isn’t even on that list. If that gives an idea of how fucking short it is.

Hunk shakes his head, grabbing Lance by the shoulders and forcibly turning him away from the teacher. “How many times do we have to go through this, Lance? You know why they do this, and you know my answer. Come on, buddy.”

“That doesn’t make it fair!” Lance bursts out, shrugging Hunk off and stalking away from the classroom and into the bland, beige hallways of the Garrison. They start the deceptively lengthy walk back to their dorm room. “Like, is this not against every teacher’s code in the world? You’re not supposed to play favorites. Picking Keith to do every sim run is, like, the definition of playing favorites.”

“You think the Garrison cares about that?” Hunk scoffs. “Dude, they don’t care if they’re being unfair as long as we know what needs to be done. We’re in the military.”

“Still,” Lance mutters sullenly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. It’s so unfair. It’s unfair that Keith always gets chosen to do the demo simulations, and it’s unfair that every group, even lowly cargo pilots like Lance, has to leave class to watch it every month, again and again. It’s bullshit, and they all know it, so why don’t they stop it already?

They round a corner, Lance still lost in annoyed thought and Hunk darting exasperated, concerned looks at him every once in a while, when all of a sudden Lance draws up short and stops walking altogether. Hunk nearly slams into him but catches himself at the last minute and, still wobbling, turns to tell Lance to stop playing games like that, when he glances toward where Lance is looking and sees Keith Kogane himself leaning against the wall, staring down at the Garrison-issued tablet in his hands.

All coherent, reasonable thought flies from Lance’s mind, and he actually rolls his sleeves up as he begins marching toward that annoying mullet head bent slightly to stare at the screen. Hunk makes an aborted grab to stop Lance from going, but his heart’s not in it, and Lance easily escapes his grasp.

As Lance approaches Keith, he sees that his screen is filled with black-and-white panels of characters drawn with thick lines and big eyes. If Veronica had taught Lance anything, it’s how to spot a manga, so Lance unfortunately recognizes that imagery immediately. Somehow, that makes him both angrier and more softened at the same time.

“Hey, Kogane,” Lance says a little too loudly, stopping just short of violating Keith’s personal space. Immediately, Keith looks up, confused.

“How do you know my name?” he asks after a beat of silence. Lance blinks, caught off guard for a moment, and then recognizes it for the cruel joke it is.

“Very funny,” he all but snarls, crossing his arms with a glare. “Ha, ha. As if anyone in this place wouldn’t know who you are.”

Keith gives him a confused look, but Lance is not going to fall for his faux innocence again, no siree!

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know,” Lance continues, “being all the teachers’ favorite but acting like you’re above this whole thing. You don’t know how good you have it!”

The confused look Keith had been wearing turns sharper, and he clicks his tablet off and tucks it under his arm, giving Lance his full attention. Lance feels his skin warm in response. “I don’t even know you. Why are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad!” Lance says, mad. “I just think someone should tell you you’re not all that!”

Keith’s lips curl into a sneer. “I’ve got the message, then. Can you fuck off now?”

Lance puffs up at that, spurred by adrenaline and the need to prove that he isn’t a loser, but before he can do or say anything, Keith is pushing past him with rather alarming strength, nearly whirling him back into the wall.

“Hey!” Lance shouts, recovering quickly and jumping forward. Several students turn to stare at him. “Get back here! We’re not done!”

Keith doesn’t respond, and Lance doesn’t give chase. Soon enough, he’s disappeared down another hallway, and Lance turns his attention beyond the ringing in his ears enough to realize that everyone has gone still and quiet around him. He plasters on a decidedly fake smile and rubs the back of his neck, shrugging. Hunk’s palm connects to his forehead.

Sensing that the interesting part is over, the students turn back to their individual activities quickly enough, allowing Lance to slink back over to Hunk’s side and partially hide behind him.

“Wait a minute,” Hunk says, dodging Lance’s attempts to crouch near his back, “I don’t even know if I want to be associated with you anymore, Jesus Christ, Lance. What the fuck.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Lance argues weakly, but even he can admit that it was a rather...lame attempt at a confrontation. One that left Lance looking like an antagonizing idiot and not Keith. God. Fuck. He fucked up. Is Keith going to hate him now? Doesn’t he want Keith to hate him?

This is only the second time they’ve ever talked, and the first time left Lance looking stupid, too. He’d just been trying to make friends, but Keith had completely shirked his (platonic) advances, choosing instead to isolate himself in a corner at orientation and leave early with none other than Professor Shirogane. It had been...embarrassing, but not quite as embarrassing as this time, wherein Lance had been actively hostile.

“I’m going to go hide in my bed,” Lance murmurs, all of this running through his mind in a blur. Hunk sighs, long and deep.

“When are you going to admit that this crush is out of control?” he says under his breath, but Lance is so preoccupied with his own misery that he doesn’t hear him or pay attention.

“What was that?” he asks, finally turning to face Hunk.

Hunk puts an arm around him, despite his earlier denial of sympathy. “Nothing, man. Nothing. Let’s get your idiot ass back to the room, then I’ll go and get you some ice cream from the kitchens.”

“Strawberry cheesecake, please,” Lance mumbles, allowing Hunk to lead him along.

This is what he gets for targeting the Galaxy Garrison’s star pilot: a big ol’ embarrassing memory to haunt him in the middle of the night for probably years to come.

Awesome.

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#klance #klance fanfiction #keithtober2022 #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron #voltron fanfiction #renfic

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Author note: I eventually want to make a fanart comic of this.

This plot fanfic is inspired and reference to @asktheheiress

This isn't canon to @frillsand au but a headcanon of how i think my OC Brienne would confront Wally's attitude of being cruel to the humans

This is at the beginning of their friendship and she is tired of Wally treating the humans horribly

Brienne is a puppet activist and will continue fighting for puppets rights but won't allow to cycle to continue where humans and puppets harm one another.

I have yet to make Brienne Velvet's backstory in the actor au.

The plot of this little story takes place when she's reading fan letters.

Warning: Trigger warnings for fights between friends; racism/ rights of puppets and humans that may make anyone feel uncomfortable.

If you're uncomfortable with any of this type of context please don't read and I will note this isn't a toxic relationship just arguments between friends that gone to far.

...

{Miss Brienne, have you ever lost your temper with someone? Like gotten beyond furious with them?}

[Of course, I have lost my temper...]

Yelling could be heard in the studio as the staff hid away from the commotion.

The puppets' friends were concerned about why they were fighting but Eddie knew someone had finally confronted Wally...

"You can't just hurt humans whenever you feel like it!" a female puppet voice was heard.

"Just because you're the main character and a BIG star doesn't mean you can do whatever the fuck you want!" she continued to confront her male counterpart.

The female was Brienne Velvet and the male was Wally Darling, they were fighting yet again.

"Humans have the same emotions and feelings as we do. They may not be as delicate as us but they can feel pain!" Brienne growls.

"You could've severely damaged, Samatha's arm. All because she accidentally messes up your coffee!" Brienne angrily exclaimed

"So what?! She should've known better! Let me ask you this "Activist" How many times have we puppets made mistakes?" he asked rhetorically.

"Too many times, we didn't get easily off by humans. Oh no! We got ripped to threads or have our limbs torn off because we're just "toys"!

he was enraged at Brienne's belief of humans and puppets living "peace" after what they did.

" Not all human and puppets aren't bad. If you hurt humans, you're showing were just as bad and cruel as them!"

she gets in his face as she expresses herself.

"For goodness sake, we're suppose to be in harmony together not against each other!" she exclaims, trying to reason with Wally

"Oh please. "Peace", "harmony" Those humans don't give a shit! Why the hell should I?!"

he mocks her as she glares daggers at him.

"They'll never change. Can't you see that or are you that blind from your judgment " He continues to mock her judgment.

"Don't even bother to give me your ridiculous fantasies of peace. You're so naive and blind."

He scoffs at Brienne acting like things could change.

Brienne was getting overly frustrated and irritated by Wally's attitude.

"Ugh! Do you even listen to a word I say?!" she yells in frustration.

"Why should I, they're just filthy humans! They don't fucking matter"

Wally yells back, not caring if her feelings were even hurt for a second.

[ sometimes...you just.]

Brienne clenched her hands into a fist, attempting to hold in the rage, frustration, anger.

Then she snaps and raises her hand in the air...then.

A loud noise was heard, A slap. Brienne had lost her cool and slapped Wally.

[Lose your patience...]

[Even if I regret it. I won't apologize.]

It was silence for a while, Brienne has never, EVER lost her temper.

Wally was distraught as he held his right cheek before storming out of the studio.

Brienne whimpers as she falls to her knees...frustrated, angry, and filled with regret. 

[A Velvet NEVER does...]

#inspiration #Reference #Welcome home oc #welcome home original character #Welcome home au #welcome home actor au #diva wally #diva x goth #Canon x oc #Brienne Velvet #friendship fell apart #opposite attract #Welcome home fanfic #tw warning #Tw friendship fights #Warning before reading