#i was terrified that my hand would shake too much and then I'd fuck it up

[lovelyamarilala]

Can I call you mine?

"Can I call you mine?"

"HAHA! Get the fuck away from my sister."

"hm..what about..No!"

"Alastor calm down dear.."

Lucifer Morningstar x Older sister of alastor! Reader x Adam..(ish?????, NdYes it's female again..ahem but in future blogs it won't be " female!" Bare with me..) swearings, Alastor being a protective younger brother🤷🤷, flirty Lucifer, he's off character I guess? (Thank you so much, for enjoying my recent blog! I appreciate it!!) English is my first language, and I may have grammar issues

Part 1.

How are you a demon..? Well let's just say, you killed dozens of people in sadness and rage, after your younger brother died. you also killed the person who killed him.

"You are sentenced to be killed in the electric chair, Ms. Altruist." The judge looks at you with a heavy stare, you look back at him with a sweet smile, "Oh about time Mr judge." You knew about your brother's doings, but you still love him, and still think of him as your brother

You sat on the electric chair, with a small gentle smile, "It's terrifying to see ya still smilin, even if you're gonna die." You chuckled at the officer, "oh you! It's how I am~" the officer looked at you confusedly, "well uhm, are you ready?" You nodded,

He puts a bag in your head, you are starting to see darkness, as you start to feel electrified...

You feel the heavy floor, as you slowly open your eyes(your color palette is the same as alastor!) You were met by a red sky, you sat straight, and stood up, dusting your dress, and looking around your surroundings, it had a different feeling, you were still feeling bangs in your head, you walked down in the alleyway, and stumbled upon a store, you looked into the glass, you looked slightly different... (Your powers are lighting, due to you dying by the electric chair, but I also wanted you to be a deer, just like Alastor, I know it doesn't make sense, but bare with me please!) You had antlers, and ears, your nails were sharp, "Well would you look at that, seems like I'm in hell!" You laughed as the demons around you looked at you weirdly, you smiled back at them and started walking down the street, until you heard a girl singing...

"Today is gonna be a fucking happy d—"

"why hello there my dear!"

she jumped and looked around, she was wearing a suit, (hot pink? Or..pink Mix with red..?) She had long, blonde hair, with lighter blonde and pink highlights, which is tied into a twice-banded low ponytail. Her blonde bangs flip to her left with a curl with an untucked white, long-sleeved dress-shirt. Over this she usually wears a fitted red tuxedo jacket with dark-red lapels and a pair of red fitted pants. She wears black and white saddle shoes. (Found that in wiki..ahem..sorry..)

She looked at you, and laughed nervously "oh hey! Uh.." your smile reminded her of someone but she nudged it off.

"Quite an interesting song sweetheart! My name is _____! I'm quite pleased to be meeting you!"

Charlie softly smiled, "hey, I'm Charlie, Charlie Morningstar, I was heading for a meeting, would you care tooooo...go with me?"

You smiled wickedly, "Morningstar? My! I didn't know that was real, how shocking" you softly smiled, "I'd love to join you sweetheart!" She nods her head, and gestures to you to follow her, as you follow her, with a grave movement.

You both entered, a white looking room, it was a different feeling compared to when you guys were outside, you looked around while Charlie signed something, you looked back at her, and followed where she was going, you both now entered a room who is full of darkness, "Sup." then light suddenly filed the room as Charlie tripped, you helped her up and fixed her hair, "Hi! I-m charlie..uhh..my dad sent a meeting to Uhhh" (I actually forgot what she was saying so I'm really sorry if it's not interesting now) "Really nice to meet you!"

"Rightttt, nice to meet you too!" As the man held his hand out, Charlie went to it and to shake hands with him, only for her hand to go through it.

Timeskip (Really sorry, but I ran out of stuff to say in this part)

You were standing, all the time, you noticed The man kept looking at you, you looked back at him, as he winked at you, you sweat dropped and looked away,the man wore a smooth white and golden cloak that appears to have a large 'A' symbol emblazoned on the front. His visible hands were black in appearance, as well, and had golden tip spikes on the back of his collar. The mask also held a pair of horns similar to an exorcist, albeit longer, smoother, and with a golden ornamental attachment on the tips.

As Charlie talked about the hell population, about like..reducing.

"Oh Uhhh, ugly people?..math!..global warming wait no—"

Charlie talked about "BIGGEST PROBLEM"

"ohhh...yeah..well..that must've sucked for you!" Adam laughed, "Anyway, who's this chick beside ya?" Charlie came to the realization that you were still there, "ohh my gosh! ____! Really sorry, well Uhhh, Adam sir. This is ____!" You smiled widely "Adam is it? First man? Nice to be meeting you! I'm quite pleased!" You smiled even more, and fixed your hair, Adam smirked and got up from his seat and walked towards you, he took your hand and gave the back of your hand a kiss, you imagined alastor being here, you knew he would be fuming.

You chuckled, "how lovely!" You took away your hand, "thought you angels despise demons."

"well demon-tits you're an exception."

"how shocking! Don't call me that please."

"Call me Dick master first."

"hah! Never gonna happen."

Charlie dragged you away from him, she stared at you worriedly.

Adam spoke again "Whoops seems like we're outta time, guess we should get going."

Charlie smiled, "Oh well, I have a lot to go through!" She spawned papers with her hands, "and not a lot of time and I think you weren't hearing me before, so here it goes..

Timeskip after the song.

You already wanted to get out, as you saw Charlie being pushed out by Adam, you tried going to her then Adam grabbed you back, "hey babe, what about you give me a kiss before you go?"

"HAH! no."

You looked at him dumbfounded, as got out of the room, and helped Charlie up, the door closed, you and Adam held an eye contact.

"well how interesting!"

The grammar issues, I'm so sorry!!!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #reader insert #x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin adam #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel adam

[dsireland86]

Take Me First

Tags: @lma1986 @somewhere-diamond @missduffsblog @myownthoughts12 @concrete09 @glitterydeputyshepherdwagon @shilohrosechicken @jilliemiw86

They had a fight. He made a stupid choice that she just couldn't accept, so she left, never knowing it would probably be the last time they would see each other. Now, Noah is left to face the consequences of his actions; consequences that weren't supposed to affect her. He's broken and terrified life will never be the same again. If only God would take him first, then maybe he could be at peace.

“I wanna be someone you used to hate without the memory of the pain, but I went too far and now we can't restart. It's like we cut the breaks, tore ‘em off the car ninety miles inside the dark familiar scars, and electric hearts”

“Why! Why would you! How could you? What did she give you that I don't, Noah?” She screams at me, tears running down her face, the pain I caused her destroying every good memory of me she has. I couldn't believe I pushed her this far; that I pushed us to this point in our relationship. I couldn't give her the answer she wanted because the truth was I didn't have one. I fucked up. Bad. I fucked someone else, in our bed, when she was away at her parents. Granted I was drunk, but that was an excuse at all. Jolly told me not to do it. Folio said I'd lose her if I did. Nick just shook his head and walked away when I took the fifth shot given to me. Matt was refusing to speak to me. What the fuck happened? How could I be so over taken by a girl whose name I couldn't even remember? 

Y/N stands up grabbing her keys and purse that are still on the floor where she dropped them a bit ago. “No, please baby,”

Y/N sits on the ottoman, holding her head in her hands. Her shoulders are shaking, and the only sounds are her quiet sobs. I want to comfort her. I want to go to her, take her in my arms, and apologize over and over until she believes me. I know she won't. I know

Y/N hates me. The cuts I've made so recklessly on her heart are too deep. I reach out to touch her, but she pulls away. “Don't you fucking touch me, Noah,” she screams, making me cringe. “Don't ever touch me again." She looks at me with so much distaste for the first time ever since we've been together. I can't stand to see her like this, so I make the choice to leave. “No, you asshole! You don't get the benefit of walking out on me when you're the one who made the wrong choice. I'm the one who gets to leave.” 

“Don't you fucking dare, Noah. Don't you call me that. You do not have the privilege of calling me that anymore. I'm nothing to you now.” She glares at me with so much hurt, so much anger in her blue eyes. My body goes numb. The slamming of the front door makes me jump, signaling the end of us and the glow of her headlights as she backs out of the driveway says it's for good. I run into the kitchen and find the trash can just in time.

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“I know I'm gonna die in this bed I made, and I'm drowning in a dream that I can't escape. If I could wake up, I'd hesitate.”

“Where the fuck have you been? Why haven't you answered any of Matt's or my calls!” Jolly's voice is loud and his bitter tone tells me something bad has happened. “I fell asleep, Jolly, sorry man.” Jolly scoffs. “So fucking typically, Noah! You go off and break Y/N's heart, causing her to do something drastic that plays out like a fucking horror movie and you get to fall asleep. Yeah, fuck you mother,” “Whoa! Slow the fuck down, Jolly! I didn't intentionally fall asleep. I've been sitting here on my couch, crying for the past hour. What are you talking about?” “Are you sure? Didn't invite what’s her face back for a second round the moment  Y/N drove away?” There was dead silence. I clench my jaw, running my hand over my mouth, thanking god Jolly's not in front of me. My fist closes in a tight fist. “Fuck you, Jolly! Fuck you!” I yell into the phone. “It wasn't supposed to happen, okay? I had no intention of hurting Y/N. I love her and I know if I give her some space and some time we can work it out.” There was dead silence again. “Noah,” the way Jolly says my name is one-eighty from just a second ago. Something bad has happened. I can feel it. “Y/N’s been in an accident. She was hit head on by a drunk driver. It took the E.M.T’s almost an hour to cut her out. Once they did; there was no pulse. Her blood was everywhere, Noah. After a few tries of resuscitation they finally got a pulse. It was really faint, but it was there. I followed them to the hospital and Matt, Folio, and Nick met me here. We're all here. Everyone but you. Please come, Noah. Y/N needs you. 

My eyes snap open from the vibration against my leg. As my eyes adjust to the light I realize I must have fallen asleep after sitting on the couch for I don't know how long after Y/N left; her NoFace hoodie still clenched in my hands. It's her favorite, and when I saw it laying on the back of the chair, a spark of hope ignited in me. Maybe if I give her a few days, we can talk. I reach into my pocket to answer the call, and when I look at my phone, I see nine missed calls from Matt and seven from Jolly. I answer before it becomes the eighth. 

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“But it’s too late to turn back now, Oh God, I tried but I don’t know, if I could escape it, I’d trade in the blame, you can take it. If it doesn’t take me first.”

I don’t know how I’m able to make it to the hospital in one piece, but I do. I text Jolly to find out where everyone is and follow the directions he gives me. My knees are weak. I’m shaking and can’t stop the tears that keep randomly falling. Y/N means everything to me; more than the band, the job, the money, fuck my own life. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect her. If I lose her; if he takes her from me; I swear to “Noah!” The sound of my name distracts me from my thoughts. I realize I’m right where Jolly said to meet them, seeing Nicholas waving to me up ahead. Drying my face, I proceed to the waiting area. I’m greeted by fists bumps from both Folio and Nick, but Jolly only glares at me, while Matt refuses to even look at me. I know he and Y/N had a thing for each other before we started dating, but somehow I was the one who managed to grab her attention enough to say yes when I asked her out for the first time. The way her whole face lit up when I asked her still gave me butterflies and I found myself, once again, wondering what the fuck I was thinking when I cheated on her. I wasn’t; that's the whole problem.

“Any update?” I ask. Jolly just shakes his head as he continues to stare. “What?’ “Don’t fucking “what” me.” “Yeah, Jolly, I am. I know you hate me right now okay.” “Hate doesn’t even begin to cover it.” I look over at Matt who’s finally acknowledging my presence. “I know,” My gaze drops from him to the floor, unable to look at the pain in my friend's face. “How can you live with yourself right now, Noah?” Matt stands up and walks up to me. “How can you,” but he doesn’t finish, just continues to stare, making me uncomfortable. Matt begins to cry a little harder than he probably means to, and finally walks away towards the bathrooms, giving me some room to breathe. I wipe my eyes, erasing the guilt that’s started to seep again, taking a seat next to Folio who’s pretending to read an outdated motorcycle magazine. Hours pass, making the unknown feel like hell. My hell. The hell I deserve along with all of it's slow, agonizing torture of my soul as the seconds turn to minutes and minutes turn hours. I’m so anxious that I’ve bitten down all my nails and my left leg is aching from bouncing it up and down for too long. Laying my head back, I let myself drift back into one of my favorite memories of us; that time in Virginia. 

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“If you even think about touching me while I'm walking down this fucking muddy trail you so desperately wanted me to come on with you, I swear to the Lord above, Noah Sebastian, I will make you suffer. I hear you and Jolly back there!” “Babe, I have no idea what you're talking about. You must be hearing things.” I was trying my hardest to hide the snicker in my voice, but I knew Y/N was already on to me. When she turned around and looked at me, giving me her best angry face, I melted even more for her than I already had. She was fucking beautiful, sweet, and such a badass; she was mine. I smiled down at her, moving in a little closer and sliding my hand behind her head, bringing her in for a long kiss. I felt her body relax into mine, the same way she always reacted whenever I kissed her. “You already make me suffer; every moment that you're away from me.” Y/N pulled away from me, gazing into my eyes. “Awe, Noah,” she said, her bottom lip, that I desperately wanted to bite and suck on, protruding. The overwhelming way she made me so hard in a matter of seconds and also made me feel like I was the wealthiest and luckiest man in the world was something I was beginning to get used to. I was falling in love with her; and I wasn't afraid to admit it. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I chuckled at the sheepish grin that swept over her face that reddened her cheeks. “No reason. I just really love looking at you.” I kissed her one more time before taking her hand. “Come on. If you go down, then I'm going down too, how's that.” Her face brightened. “I like that,” she grinned. “Dude, this shit is fucking gross. I usually don't mind mud, but this,” Folio, groaned, lifting up his boot that was cover in thick, greenish, brownish mud. “Whose fucking idea was it to take this particular trail, anyway?” “Matt,” Jolly, Nicholas, Y/N, and I said in unison. “What the fuck! You know you could've said no,” Matt hollered, walking a little further ahead of us.

Just when I thought everything was good, the very next step Y/N took was our demise. Down, she went, ass to the mud, slipping and sliding a few inches down the trail, dragging me with her. Her squeals of I don't know at the point we're all that could be heard as she laid on her back, the back of her shirt and pants soaked in the god-awful muck. I held my laugh, suppressing it as much as I could even though Matt and Folio had already busted out laughing. “Babe? Baby, are you okay?” Even though my ass was wet and muddy, I knew it was nothing compared to Y/N's. Nick helped me up, wishing me luck, and I carefully made my way down the path to help her. Her eyes were closed, and for a second, I thought maybe she was seriously hurt. “Y/N, are you hurt?” I saw her grin before I felt the sting of the mud hit me in the face, slapping me relentlessly. “Shit!” I cried, wondering if this was how bad Y/N's ass felt every time I spanked it during sex. If so, maybe I should find a different kink. “Fucking hell, that hurt.” “ Yeah? Well so does my back, fucker,” she lashed out even though it was through a laugh. “Fair enough.” I squatted next to her, offering my support, only to have her tackle me and push me into the mud. “There, now we're even,” she giggled, leaning over top of me. She kissed me, slipping her tongue slyly into my mouth, sending all kinds of signals through my body. But the bad boy side of me wanted revenge as I grabbed a handful of mud and smashed it in the side of her face. A look of great surprise flashed across her face as her eyes widened. I had a feeling I was going to regret that later on, but knowing how fucking amazing intense rough sex was with Y/N, I gladly welcomed it with open arms.  Pretty soon, after a few more handfuls of back and forth mud throwing, Y/N and I were covered in mud. But we were happy; she was the perfect image of what my happiness was.

“If you two children are finished, the rest of us grown-ups would like to finish our hike.” “Fuck you, Karlsson,” I said, holding up the middle finger to Jolly who playfully smiled as he passed us, refusing to help either one of us up. “What the fuck ever, I guess it's you and me Babe,” I announced, looking over at Y/N. “Yeah, just like always.” 

“I lie to myself like it's not too late, convinced the past can still be changed, We know it's gone, but I can't move on I wanna rewind, but it just replays Jumping on a hand grenade, but it won't go off , no, it won't go off.

The love we made that night was some of the best we'd ever had. I fucked her so slowly, soft at first then harder each time she cried out for more, taking my time to make sure she felt every part of me while I tried to commit to memory every way she felt while I was side her. It was the first time I'd ever made her cum more than twice. She fought with me at first, told me she wasn't letting me anywhere near her because of what happened earlier. “Me withholding sex from you is your punishment,” she said. So, I wrestled her, showing her just how dominant I could be when she chose to be a brat, and I won in the end, obviously. I left my handprint on her ass, caring nothing about the way it might have felt, like I did earlier. Y/N was mine; and she needed to be reminded that she was. Then there was the way she rode me, hands pressing hard against my chest as I watched her enjoy the pleasure she was getting from me. Her breast's filled my hands as she took what she wanted from me, crying my name like an innocent prayer. I came so fucking hard that I left scratches down the sides of her legs. I don't think another night has ever topped that; not even the night that has led to this fucking hell I'm now sitting in. Deciding to take a walk, making Nick promise me he'll text me if there's news, I find myself wandering the Emergency Room halls.

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Overwhelmed by the memories and the emotions, I enter the chapel that's here to bring whatever comfort a person longs for in their time of need. It's empty; just an altar, a cross, a lot of chairs, and a few dim lights. I take a seat closer to the front, wiping my eyes again, though this time I'm not ashamed of the tears. I deserve them. I fucked up so bad and now I'm left in Y/N’s wake to deal with the guilt and heartache that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I bit my knuckles while slowly rocking back and forth, letting the tears of anger, tears of hurt and pain, tears of fear, run down my cheeks and fall to the floor below. Then I begin to do something I haven't done since I was a kid; something my grandma taught me to use in the moments when I didn’t know what else to do; I pray.

“I know you're listening; I know you can hear me. Y/N is fucking innocent. She doesn't deserve to pay for the crimes I've committed.” I squeeze my eyes closed, releasing more tears, sniffling. “I know I've fucked up and I'm guessing I've made you pretty angry if you think an innocent girl deserves to take my place in death. But, I'm telling you now,” stopping as my voice starts to break apart. I'm sobbing, falling to my knees as my hands drape over the back of the chair in front of me. “God, I'm fucking begging you, take me first. Switch our places, somehow, some way and fucking take me first. I can't live with this pain, God!” I drop down seething through my teeth. “Ughhh, fucking shit, motherfucker! It hurts too much, do you hear me!” I push the chairs in front of me so hard they go flying and hit the bottom of the altar. That's all it takes before I'm lifting chair after chair and throwing it across the room. “I'm sorry I hurt her, I'm sorry I broke her heart, just please, I'm fucking begging you, don't take her from me. Take Me First.” My shoulders slump and my arms fall to my sides. I'm out of breath, crying in between each one. I’m emotionally drained and feel uncomfortably numb, so numb that I don't feel the vibration of my phone at first. I pull it out not expecting what I see. 

Today 4:32am

Nick: Y/N'S AWAKE!!!! GET HERE NOW!!!

Everything around me stops. A loud ringing echoes in my ears, piercing the very inner and making me cringe. This can’t really be how it works is it? I get pissed off, throw a fit, and my prayer is answered; there’s more to it, right? My eyes drift upwards, and I’m suddenly feeling a little ashamed. Especially when I take a look around the room and see the mess I’ve made. Fuck. I’m going to have to clean this up before I leave the hospital. But first I need to go see Y/N. “Thank you,” I whisper as I walk toward the door to leave, but before I do I turn around and focus on the simple cross sitting in the middle of the table at the foot of the altar. Suddenly, hope doesn’t seem impossible. I believe more now than before, that Y/N and I might be able to fix this horrible broken mess. 

All the guys are in the room surrounding Y/N. She’s lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to all kinds of machines with tubes and cables attached to her and going everywhere. One of her legs and arms are in a cast, and a huge bandage is wrapped around her head. Bruising is visible on her face along with a busted lip. Seeing all of this shatters my heart into a million pieces, destroying what little bit of it was left. I stand outside the room, gazing in on her. Matt’s at her side, holding her hand, talking to her about god only knows what. Probably anything to distract her from reality, and she’s partially smiling at whatever he’s saying. Despite everything, Y/N looks happy. When her eyes shift to look at me, I see the same beautiful light in them I’ve grown used to seeing all these years and I can’t help but smile back, causing everyone to turn and look my way.

Nicholas comes out wearing a grave expression that chills every part of me. I know what he’s about to say isn’t easy, so I brace myself for it. He takes me by the arm, pulling me off to the side, out of Y/N’s sights. “What is it Nick? What’s wrong? Y/N’s dying isn’t she? She’s not going to make it, shit, oh my god,” I run my hands through my hair as I turn back around and stare back into the room at her. I’m shaking so bad I can barely stand, so I brace myself against the wall for support. "Will you chill the fuck out Noah, just for a minute, and listen to me! Y/N’s not dying. She’s going to be okay. She has a lot of injuries that are going to take a lot of time to heal, but she’s going to be fine.” I exhale, looking Nick in the eyes for the first time. “Really?” I ask, through blurry eyes. He smiles at me, throwing his hand on my shoulder. “Really, bro. She’s good. But there is something you’ve got to know. She said she didn’t want to tell you herself because you might not believe her.” My forehead creases as I frown. “What do you mean, something else?” Nick licks his lips, looks over into the room, and takes a deep breath. “Nick, what the fuck dude, what is it?” His green eyes meet mine and in absolute seriousness he says, “Y/N’s pregnant.”

#noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens cult #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #jolly karlsson

[isa-ghost]

Hey, do you have any Phil & Charlie hcs or perhaps Phil & Foolish?

I'm having such a struggle picking which fucking one to do bc on one hand Foolish probably has more material to work with but on the other I've seen Phil and Charlie interact so much (but like outside of qsmp) that I'd have a way better idea of their dynamic. Charlie Slimecicle log on qsmp more often you talented fuck.

Anyway we're gonna attempt some Phil/Foolish ones. I think they're called Immortals or some shit?? Idr.

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Phil had no fucking clue what Foolish's deal was prior to being paired with him on Bolas. He knew he was a goofy happy-go-lucky and talented guy that?? Maybe had allegiances with the Feds?? Hard to tell?? He thought it was a bit tbh. But Purgatory opened Phil's eyes up and he learned that yeah, he's kinda right to a degree. But there are still layers to Foolish despite how Just Vibing he is.

And holy shit can he TELL Foolish has the capacity to be terrifying. You're telling me an immortal shark-totem hybrid doesn't have the ability to kill a motherfucker violently??? NAH. Phil can tell if enough of the right buttons are pushed, Foolish would snap and tear a bitch to shreds. Likely for Leo.

Phil's not entirely sure he can trust Foolish bc he's so unclear about where his loyalties lie, but Phil CAN tell that Foolish keeps it that way for a reason, and Phil thinks it's smart. Despite not entirely trusting him, he believes Foolish wouldn't like. Sell out his friends for a corn chip, yknow?

Now when you take all the serious out of these two though, THEN it gets interesting. Foolish is one of the islanders that has the easiest time getting Phil to let loose. It's just contagious, Foolish is too silly.

At the same time Phil looks at him and is just like ???? How the fuck does he smile through the horrors like that ???? Like clearly he's aware Situations suck and he's anxious like anyone else so how does he have the willpower to be silly and chill???? Phil envies it. He's too full of anxiety. Survivalist's curse.

Foolish's laugh is pure serotonin to Phil. And kryptonite, Foolish's laugh makes Phil laugh. He can't help it. Motherfucker sounds like a window washer squeegee thing when he's dying.

They have 2 very different flavors of immortality to me and while I don't know how a conversation about it would go bc Foolish is so casual and Phil is so? Not secretive but like. Not nonchalant about it? There's still something there that the ccs should cook on. I'm begging them to, in fact.

Also something about how one of them has deep ties to the air and the other technically has deep ties to the sea. Something about that. Especially when used in like, a serious situation. Like spying on the Federation or some shit. Do you see my vision. Using their inborn abilities to their advantage while in collaboration with each other for the sake of them and their friends. Do you see it.

Phil: Gifting shed feathers to trusted loved ones 🤝🏻 Foolish: Gifting lost shark teeth to trusted loved ones

I don't headcanon Phil as a short king like the entire rest of the fandom apparently does but obviously Foolish is fucking enormous compared to 99% of people, Phil included. If Phil could fly he'd spitefully hover just a little higher than Foolish's full height just to mess with him.

FUCKING. TALENTED BIG BUILDS DUO. SHAKING THEM BY THE SHOULDERS WHEN WILL THEY COLLAB. (The kids beg for this often)

Foolish has no idea if he's some kinda deity or if he's just immortal with some kinda weird totem roots and it drives Phil insane bc the hardcore deities have such a different energy than him yet you're telling him (maybe) both are divinity??

Speaking of the hardcore deities, Phil desperately wants to introduce Foolish to the Ocean Overlord bc they're (maybe) both himbo gods with some sort of tie to the ocean that are just vibing their asses off. (Oh my god wait I'm cooking on that idea. Doozers let's cook together on this).

Phil is jealous that Foolish can still swim, the thing he's deeply connected to (esp with those cosmetic fins he has) but he can't fly, the thing he's deeply connected to. But really it's just that Foolish is lucky bc the Federation would have to horrifically butcher him more or less in order to take away his ability to swim properly. Phil's easier to forcibly contain.

Believe it or not, if a situation arose where it was necessary, Phil would pick Foolish for his team (again) in a heartbeat. He may not be as passionate about fighting as Etoiles, or as ruthless as Fit, but hes powerful nonetheless, a trusted friend, has been in that situation with Phil before, and is a beacon of positivity; excellent for morale. Silly disposition and weird alliances aside, Foolish is an invaluable addition to a team from an objective perspective.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qsmp foolish #foolish gamers #q!foolish #qphil headcanons

[jeridandridge]

Hi! Idk if your asks are open rn, I know you got a lot in your requests. But I thought of this little fluffy idea and you're my fave writer on here so I thought I'd throw it your way and see if you liked it enough to write it!

It's a dark and stormy night and Melissa takes reader to a scary movie for date night, which basically scars the reader (in a cute funny way obvs lol) and she has to stay over at Melissa's bc she is terrified. But what she doesn't know is Melissa is low-key also terrified. Every floorboard creaking, shadows on the walls, trees knocking against the windows 👻👻👻 you know?

Cute, fluffy, funny with a happy ending. If ya feel like it!

💕💕

This was so much fun to write I hope you dig it! Thank you for the request. 🩷

Deadites and Baseball Bats.

“Cmon, Mel.” You chuckle jogging up to the door to hold it open for your girlfriend. It was starting to rain outside and you knew it would only get worse throughout the night.

“Ya know I still don’t know why you picked this one, hon.” She quirks a brow as you two get to the snack area. You’d made sure to get the tickets for the movie the day before, mostly because you knew that way you wouldn’t chicken out.

“It’s supposed to be really good! My brother showed me the original when I was way too little now I wanna see this one.” You smile at the memory. You like some horror, but it still scared you. Hell, Michael meyers was a figure in your nightmares even when you were in high school.

“You saw Evil Dead when you were a kid?!” Melissa’s eyes go wide and you can’t help but laugh at her expression as you reach for her hand.

“I told you my brother wasn’t the best babysitter.”

You pay for your usual snack of popcorn and a bag of peanut M&Ms to share, even though Melissa always tells you to just sneak stuff in. In the theater you sit munching on your snacks waiting for the movie to start.

“I wonder how scary this one’s gonna be.” Melissa hums as the lights dim. When the movie starts you scoot closer to your girlfriend noting how the atmosphere in the movie is just like how it is outside now. Rain pelting down and dark. Too dark.

The movie starts out easy enough, but eventually your find yourself hiding your face in your girlfriends hair. “That’s not what a cheese grater is for!” You squeak.

“Woah!” Melissa lets out pushing further back into her seat, her hand on your thigh.

Throughout the movie you play peekaboo through your girlfriends hair, holding onto her arm for dear life.

“That’s more blood than when they got my uncle Tony.” Melissa winces.

You start to relax when the character wields the iconic chainsaw, finally killing the mutant deadite. After the movie you let out a breath and stand up blown away and terrified of what you watched.

“I can’t believe she went after all her kids.” The red head comments as you two head out of the theater.

“I mean, it wasn’t really her, the deadite was just using her.” You reason, your face falling when you get to the lobby. The glass doors give you a peak of an angry dark purple sky and lightning striking through black clouds.

“Ready to make a run for it, hon?” Melissa asks resting her hand on your lower back.

You nod pushing the door open.

“You can’t help but laugh when you two reach the car, Melissa trying to fix her soaking wet hair.

“Oh baby.” You laugh reaching over to wipe away smeared mascara. “My little raccoon.” You tease.

“Shut up, scaredy cat.” She teases you getting the car moving. As you two head home you can’t help but jump when a roll of thunder crashes seemingly right above you.

“Fuck.” You mutter looking out the window. The sky had grown even darker, making it look much later than 10 o’clock. The wind whipping around rattles the car and you reach over holding the sleeve of Melissa’s leather jacket.

Back at home you two get in shaking off the water.

“I’m gonna get some candles out just in case. That wind is too strong.” Melissa comments heading upstairs.

For some reason, when Melissa goes upstairs you feel like a child again, feet stuck in cement blocks unable to move with fear running through you. You think of how ridiculous it is.

“It’s just a movie.” You tell yourself moving through the house to get to the kitchen. All of a sudden you hear a zap and everything goes black.

“Oh fuck.” You cry out, your heart racing. “Mel!”

“I’m comin I’m comin, hon.” She huffs flicking a lighter for the candle in her hand.

Your hand grips the door frame and you don’t let go until you see your girlfriend glowing in the candle light.

“If I weren’t so freaked out id tell you how hot you look in that candlelight.” You breathe out with a nervous laugh.

Melissa moves through the dimly lit area holding the large glass candle.

“You’re scared and you still manage to flirt.” She chuckles wrapping her arm around your waist. “Cmon, baby I’ll keep you safe.” She teases.

“That movie was terrifying! I don’t know why I did that.”

“But we did have fun.” Melissa smiles in the dark. When you two get to your bedroom she sets the candle down on the dresser and moves to light more.

You strip getting rid of your wet clothes and changing into your sweatpants and one of Melissa’s eagles shirts.

You take a step forward and when you do the hardwood floor creaks forcing you to freeze.

“What was-“ Melissa whips around, stoping when she sees you on a certain part of the floor.

“Is the big and tough Melissa Schemmenti scared too?” You tease climbing into bed.

“I am not! It sounded weird, I didn’t know if- whatever.” She waves her hand continuing to take her makeup off. You sit in bed with the blanket pulled up to your chin, your phone in hand you scroll trying to take your mind off of the howling wind outside and the freaky deadites.

“Remind me to get rid of the cheese grater.” Melissa hums climbing in next to you.

“Oh god.” You shudder remembering the scene. “No cheese graters or tattoo machines in this house.”

“Deal.” The red head laughs wrapping her arm around you. You shift scooting back to have her behind you. She holds you a little tighter than she normally does, the sound of the rain hitting the window starts to lull you to sleep until youre jolted out of your haze by the sound of glass breaking and a door slamming.

“What the fuck was that?!” Melissa bolts up resting her hand on your hip. You sit up completely still, listening for anything else.

“Hopefully not a possessed angry zombie mother.” You hiss getting up with the red head. Melissa grabs her bedroom bat and you stand behind her, hands on her back as you both creep through the house.

“If I ever get possessed you better take me out.” She whispers.

“You got it, baby.” You agree, completely tense as you both get down the hall.

“It’s in the bathroom!” she hisses looking at the now closed door.

“I’ll kick it open, you swing.” You whisper standing on the opposite side of the door frame. Your girlfriend gives you a nod and you move like a lightening bolt kicking the door in and moving to the side again as Melissa winds her arms up ready to swing.

“Oh my god.” Melissa sighs bringing a hand to her chest. You look in past her seeing the bathroom window broken and a tree branch through it.

“So not a deadite” you sigh in relief. Melissa steps forward and you pull her back by the arm. “Stop, you’re gonna step on glass. It’s too dark to deal with this right now.”

Melissa puts her arms down closing the door again.

“We’ll have to wait until the morning to do something about that.” She hums.

You can’t help but smile standing beside her. “Thank you for protecting me from deaites and tree branches.”

Melissa laughs intertwining your fingers pulling you back to the bedroom.

“I think we have to put a no scary movies in the dark rule in place.”

“Deal. Big time deal.”

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #lgbtq+ fiction

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for keeping a huge secret from my mom?

so i (26ftm) moved back in with my parents a little over a year ago due to the housing market. shakes fist at sky. you know how it is. anyways, uh, while i may be a broke zillennial, my parents are fairly financially well off, and it's in part due to my father's job. my mom recently retired and my father keeps saying he's going to retire, but still keeps pushing it off (and has been pushing it off for about a decade now).

now uh, shortly before i moved in, my mom was telling me that she was having problems with my father. that this was "the third time this had happened" and "this is his last chance" - i think you may see where i'm going with this. he was cheating. for the third time. and she'd caught him, got them to go to couples therapy, and told him there would be no fourth chance. she was willing to move out of the house and start anew somewhere else if she needed to.

um. enter me, the apple of my dad's eye. i move in. one night my mom is off at a book club so it's just me and him for dinner. he opens his phone (up til this point i've noticed he looks at his phone A Lot.) and opens up wechat. he's calling someone "babe" and sending them red heart emojis. i instantly feel kind of sick. i ask him, "are you texting mom?" and he gets SO confused for a second and says no (i don't think he knew i'd seen his phone screen).

that was almost a year ago today. since then i have seen him text this other woman nonstop, has talked about starting a family with her, has talked about taking her with him on his "work trips," and - for some reason - i've seen him google straight-up escort websites on his phone. uh, that one was while my mom and i were in the middle of showing him old family videos.

i feel so fucking guilty. every time i see him i want to [REDACTED DUE TO TUMBLR GUIDELINES]. i lost my therapist that i had known for five years in the move, i lost my entire support network, and i still haven't found anything like that up here. i am completely isolated, and while i have my own job right now, i am in no way financially stable enough to find my own place to live. if i tell my mom, i don't know what's going to happen to me. i don't know if she will kick him out or if she will move. i am trying to move back to where i was living, but i just can't afford it. i feel completely trapped in this situation, and i know what the right thing to do is, but i am terrified that on top of losing my entire life a year ago, i'm about to lose everything else, too.

a large part of me wants to confront my father first, but i am also terrified of him. i know i'm his favorite, but i am well aware of his temper, and while he's never physically harmed me, i feel like the situation might be a bit different if i'm the person that might get him divorced and ostracized from the entire family. i don't know. i honestly have no idea. everything is so confusing and i just have felt frozen for an entire year.

but the other night i saw him texting her again. she's mentioned she had been feeling sick lately and he told her that she might be pregnant. i was so close to losing it. i almost ripped his phone out of his hand and smashed it on the ground. i couldn't look him in the eye. i could barely even speak to him. maybe the funniest part about this is that he doesn't realize anything is wrong. he's a fucking narcissist and doesn't pay the slightest bit of attention to how other people act around him.

the next day, he was gone for another "work trip".

i am run completely ragged and i don't know how much longer i can take this. i find myself wishing someone else could take it out of my hands so that i don't have to be responsible for destroying our whole family.

anyways. am i the asshole for being a coward?

a bit of extra INFO as well though: as far as i'm aware, my parents are in a bit of a dead bedroom situation (frankly. my mom likes to oversshare.) so uh. at the very least i know she's not getting whatever diseases my dad surely must have by now.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[seoliee]

Driving Fear Into Your Heart

Word Count: 2.7k words

Pairing: X x Reader

TW: Cursing, Kidnapping, Stabbing, Yandere Tendencies (Pls read smth else if not comfortable)

A/N: I said this was inspired by X's halloween theme skin, but idk this maybe how I perceived it instead? Anyhow, lemme know y'all thoughts <3

In a dark and hollow forest somewhere near the city. Where only fragments of moonlight shone through the small crevices of the tall trees branches and its leaves. It was eerily silent, until swaying locks of hair pass through the bushes in a haste.

A girl ran barefooted, cracking sounds of dried leaves filled her hearing, leaving a trail behind. Her complexion was pale, fear stricken and distressed. Her body felt sore and drained, it was only sheer adrenaline that made her push through.

Her feet were starting to hurt, forming small cuts and bruises on the sole. She has to stop running at some point, but she can't. Not when she's running for her life.

~*4 days ago*~

She was in the cafeteria, sitting along with her friend at their usual booth and chatting about ramdom stuff. Just like the usual. She was attentively listening when her childhood friend X, came into view along with his own fair share of group.

She found herself falling out of the conversation and instead decided to watch him from a distance. Only did her friend's voice broke her out of the trance with a small nudge.

"Don't stare at him too much or he'll melt." Her friend says teasingly, chuckling at her obvious crush at the lab nerd.

"I-I wasn't staring!" She quickly rebukes her claim, though her blood red cheeks and ear were contradicting it.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyway.." Her friend's tone suddenly became serious, which made her get a bit confused as her friend seldom becomes serious during their conversations. "Have you heard about the kidnappings that's happening near the university recently?"

She shakes her head. She's been too absorbed on finishing her research paper these past few days that she blocked out any kind of gossips or news that would distract her from concentrating. She even went as far as to cancel all her plans of hanging out with X.

"There were a total of three missing cases reported and all of them were  students of different universities near our campus."

"The authorities haven't gotten a single clue whether it's a solo or a group operation. Either way, the kidnappers are still out there so do be careful."

Her warning sent a chill down her spine, terrified that such happenings were happening near them. Those poor students, she hopes that they were at least safe and alive.

She sent her friend a reassuring smile, squeezing her hand in a comforting way. "Don't worry. I always walk home with X anyway. You should be careful too."

"Oh, I'll be fine. Besides, I'm going on a date with y'know who later..." Her friend managed to light up the mood immediately by redirecting into another topic that she knew, she would interested in.

"What?? Since when? Tell me the fucking details!" She exclaims hysterically, practically slapping her hands down on the table earning a few strange looks from the people around them. She couldn't care less though.

Alas, the final bell rang throughout the halls signaling the end of the day. Tired groans from her fellow students and a few hastily gathers up their things, wanting to leave immediately.

As for her, she's delighted to walk home with him again after for so long only to be met with disappoinment.

"Sorry, (Y/n). I promised the guys I would hang out with them afterschool so I won't be able to walk you home." X says apologetically, a troubled smile grazing his handsome features.

He could see how your bright and grinning gorgeous face warps into a look of disappointment, making him feel guilty. "I can cancel it though. I'd rather be with you anyway."

The disappointment in her face quickly turns into a sheepish smile as she shook her head for a no. "No, it's alright. I can walk home with my friend instead." She obviously can't make him cancel his plans just for her satisfaction. After all, he has a life of his own.

"You sure? I could really—"

"Hey, X! You coming or what?!" One of his friends yells from a far, having an impatient look while the others grin at him in a teasing manner as they watch the scene unfold.

"Be there in a sec!" He yells back in response, looking over his shoulders with his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He looked back at her in disbelief. "Sorry about that. I gotta go. Remember to text me once you got home, okay?"

"I will." She chuckles, fondly grinning as light pink hue flows to her cheeks. This made X's heart softened, huffing a tiny chuckle as he brush a stray hair behind her ear.

"Be safe, my little lamb."

She watches as he ran up to his friends, some of them teasing him for the little moment they had. She's glad to know he found good friends despite his peculiar personality, he meant well.

~•~

After getting off the bus, the way to her apartment was already a bit dark and somewhat silent than usual at her on time arrival at dawn. Though, that's to be expected as she's staying in a peaceful neighborhood which she should be thankful for.

The soles of her shoes clicks on the pavement on each step she makes, the soft cold breeze of air moving past her ear as chills ran down her spine. Her surroundings were dark, the only light present were from the flickering street lights and the moon above her, which she thinks added to her paranoia.

She doesn't know if it's because she isn't used to walking home alone or is there someone watching her? She swore she could feel eyes from everywhere around her.

As she turned to a corner, footsteps sudden came to light from behind. She didn't thought anything of it, as it could be a passerby or a neighbor. Thankfully, she's near to her home so she briskly walked and much to her surprise, the person behind her began to speed up.

This set off alarm bells in her head, once she could see the light from her porch. She began to ran and screamed for help. However, all hope is lost once she felt a sharp pain struck behind her head as darkness engulf her sight.

~*~

A horrible stench whapped into her nose, as consciousness slowly seeped back into her figure. She pry her eyes open, blinking away the drowsiness as her vision clears up and able to take in her surroundings.

She's sat in the corner of a crusty room, the wallpapers were ripped and moldy. The pipes above her were leaking with merky water which where the awful stench came from. The windows in the room were boarded, as nothing but the gush of wind and crickets were heard from the outside.

She tried to move, but found it difficult as her wrists were tightly bounded together from behind to a pipe. She found it quite hard to breath because of the tight cloth on her lips. Panic fills her body as she heard heavy footsteps, and an unknown man had entered the room.

She glares at him, which made him smirk at her feistiness. He bends down to her eye level, and pats her head. "You're a pretty one, aren't you?"

His breath fans to her face, which made her feel nauseous and wants to puke at the horrible smell of alcohol and poor oral hygiene coming from him. He took off the cloth that's covering her mouth and traced his disgusting thumb across her bottom lip.

She didn't hesitate to bite down on his finger, hard enough to make him scream and recoil his hand away as blood rushes out of the bite. The man was furious and smashed the bottle of alcohol in his hand and points the severed half towards her.

"Don't fuck with me, woman. I can—" He was cut off when he heard a buzz coming from his phone. He clicked his tongue and immediately answers the phone, proceeding to leave the room.

Once he's out of sight, all the energy seeped out of her body as hot tears rushes down her cheeks. Tears trickle down to her knees, as she kept her mouth close to silent her ugly sobs. Her chest felt so tight, she's scared, deeply scared. She didn't think something like this could happen to her. Not when after being warned by her friend.

Then, she saw a faint glimmer from her peripheral vision. She looks up and saw a piece of broken glass from the bottle near her. She uses her foot to reach towards the shard and manages to push it to her side and tries her best to grab it.

Once she successfully got it, she began to slowly cut the rope, but found it to be quite thick and tough for the nibble blade.

It took her roughly 3 days before she could finally cut the rope because she was constantly interrupted by people coming in and sometimes watching over her. She felt drained as she refused to eat anything they gave her, but it didn't matter because she'll be out of her in no time.

She pushed her body up, and slowly walked up to the door, careful not to make any noise. She turns the knob and opens a small gap to peek. It was silent and there was only one man outside, and he was sleeping soundly, practically snoring.

She gently swing the door open, careful to not make it creek as she steps out of the room. She held in her breath as she began to take light steps behind the sleeping man. She sucked in her breath as the man began to turn in his sleep, rendering her still as she kept her eyes on him. Once she deemed it was safe, she continues her way to the door.

She steps out into the cold night, as a smile finally crept to her lips, tasting her freedom. Only for panic to once again surge as one of the men guarding outside saw her and calls to her, alerting the others.

She didn't think twice and ran into the dark woods. She didn't mind if twigs poked the sole of her feet, nor if she stepped on pointed pebbles. She just ran wherever she could, taking sharp turns to confuse her captors.

She could hear their voices getting farther, but she knows she shouldn't celebrate yet as the woods were hollow and wasn't sure if she's heading towards civilization or deeper in.

Her speed slow down as her adrenaline began to dissipate, she's breathless and looks around for any source of life. Much to her surprise, a hand had grabbed her wrist and instinctively she swipped her hand forcefully and elbows whoever it is.

The person grunts and moans in pain, the voice was oddly familiar. The person lights up their phone to their face, and soon she was able to make out who he was.

"You pack a mean elbow, little lamb." X smiles, chuckling despite the stinging pain on his nose. "Makes me think you didn't actually needed me."

His face quickly transforms into a scowl, looking back once he heard numerous of voices barking behind them. Without another word, he took her wrist and guided her out of the woods.

She saw his motorcycle parked by the side of the road, she hopped on and X quickly stepped onto the pedal as they drove away.

Her hands tightly hugged the small of his waist, leaning her head against his broad back as she tries to catch her breath. Her feet were in pain as well as her whole body. She couldn't stop shaking, as she cried on his back.

She felt his hand comfortably brush against hers, which sent butterflies inside her stomach flutter in ease.

"How.. did you find me?" She asks, keeping her head close to his back and listens to his faint heartbeat.

"I finally managed to track your gps using my phone and followed its location." He replies, keeping his voice low and words consise. "Sorry it took me a while. I had to first know your ips before managing to connect. Thank god, your phone is in working order too or I won't be able to track you."

His words flew into her ear, but she couldn't make sense of it as her energy began to lower that's she finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. "Thank you, X."

"No worries. After all, you know I'm always here for you." She could hear the usual smile in his voice. She finally lets herself rest and is unable to hear his next words.

"And I'm all that you need, and no one else matters, my little lamb."

A sickening and sadistic smile curls up to his lips, chuckling lowly.

~•~

X dumps a bucket full of cold water down on the unconscious person tied up to a chair infront of him. The man, jolts awake and flickers his eyes up at X.

"Good, good. You're finally awake. Did you slept well?" X muses, keeping the usual permanent smile on his face.

The man didn't bother to answer, starting to wiggle his way out of the chair in panic. X was displeased by this, but made no action and instead clicked his tongue.

The man finally stopped trying, his energy running low. "You bastard! Why are you doing this, X?! Let me go!"

The man's voice was irritating to X's ears, but he was glad to respond to his question in a simple and conventional manner.

X had walked up to the nearby switch and flicks it. Light began to shine on the wall littered with pictures. Pictures of (Y/n). His cheeks reddens as he took a step closer to the wall, his eyes flickering at each picture he took throughout the years in complete secrecy.

"Don't you think she's beautiful?" X asks the man, which confuses him and found the revelation quite disturbing.

"W-What...?"

"You asked why I'm doing this and it's because of her." X says, turning towards him once more. He took a step closer to a nearby table, his hand brushing against each tool on it. "I am merely protecting her from the filth swarming around her and trying to take what's mine..."

X grips the handle of a sharp and bloodied knife in his hand, taking slow steps towards the now frantic man who's eyes are filled with terror as he tries to reason with him.

X stops infront of him, bending down to his eye level. He moves his face closer to him, keeping his heterochromatic eyes into the man's terrified and shaking ones, a sadistic smile slowly forming on his lips. "This wouldn't have happened if you just kept your distance from her and not end up in the same predicament like the others..."

X had driven the knife into the man's throat, and pulls it back out. He watches as the man gurgle in his own blood rushing out of his mouth. He continues his attack until he was satisfied.

He only stopped a buzz emits in his pocket that came from his phone. With his bloodied hand, he tapped the screen and answers the caller.

"You got her? That's good news!" X muses, as he nods at the following sentences from the person in the other line.

His eyes flickers down to the mutilated and lifeless man in front of him, blood pours down onto the ground and pools around his shoes. He clicked his tongue, thinking he made quite a mess this time.

"Yeah yeah, I got it. Remember, don't touch her. Unless, you got a death wish." X warns before ending the call. He began to walk towards the wall swapped with photos of you, filling his heart with love and feeling of ease.

"Sorry, my little lamb. You just have to learn the hard way this time." X took a certain picture from the wall, looking down on it with a soft eyes and smile. It was a picture of them back when they were still children.

"And this time, with driving fear into your heart. You'll realize that I'm the only you'll ever need and trust after I come and save you."

~•~

I think I flunked this lol.

Thanks for reading though <3

Happy holidays everyone!!!

#reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 x x reader #reverse 1999 x #r1999 x #x r1999 #reverse 1999 #r1999

[axailslink]

The Scientist

Shuri x FEM reader

Summary: Wakanda has finally opened it's doors to a few select young intelligent student from colleges all across America and you're one of the few selected. While this is such an amazing opportunity to see some new land and be invited to a new and amazing place you can't help but stare at princess Shuri.

You're amazed by the beauty of Wakanda you had heard so much about it but never once did you expect to be here. The air was so much crisper here there was something inviting and welcoming about this place. The select few approach the lab being led by the powerful and mighty Dora milaje who you admired so much they were not only strong but beautiful women.

Everyone seemed to be terrified while you were just loving this experience the beauty and the authenticity you gently tap Okoye's shoulder causing everyone to look at you as if you're out of your damned mind. "You're Okoye the general of the Dora milaje right?" She continues walking but nods this brings the biggest smile to your face "you're such a badass like the way you handled those French white folks tryna steal the vibranium it was amazing." When you finally reach the lab she turns back and glances at you a bit longer before mumbling "weird kid."

Griot notifies Shuri of the visitors outside the entrance this causes you to finally get nervous you love everything about Wakanda so far the people the beauty. You just weren't sure you were quite ready to meet the queen more or less the fucking princess of Wakanda she was amazingly smart and when you meet someone as smart as yourself or smarter it usually doesn't go too well they're all cocky bastards.

You've admired the princess from afar not only is she just naturally beautiful she's a scientist she's THE scientist.

When her and her mother look up at the group which you're in front of you want to immediately shrink but of course you can't let that be shown so instead you speak. "You are Princess Shuri wow you are so...so very attractive" she blinks for a moment before smiling to herself the group of students murmur along themselves but you don't care. You like to say what's on your mind so you continue to ramble off at the mouth "like it's fucking crazy being here oh shit am I allowed to curse...? I'm sorry but damn... Wow queen Ramonda why is everyone here so pretty? Damnit I did it again but princess I would gladly accept your hand in marriage I mean I'd do anything for you. You're so smart and so talented and wow..." You glance her up and down taking in all of her "I'd do so many th- I mean anything for you" Shuri and Queen Ramonda exchange facial expressions. "I'm sorry we're not here for that right uhm we're smart too" you say referring to yourself and the students behind you.

Shuri can't help but laugh at you for a moment holding her stomach and patting her mother's shoulder "I'm sorry that was one very interesting entrance you are?" You smile and nod "uhm yeah my name's Y/n sorry I talk when I'm nervous and I mean this place is beautiful the people are beautiful the culture and wow you are so...I'm doing it again can someone else please talk?" Queen Ramonda clears her throat and speaks up this time. "You all are very intelligent students and you all are here because of Shuri's program she's decided to take in ten students each year and give them the chance to enjoy Wakanda and learn from Wakandan people. It's the chance of a lifetime but there are rules safety rules mostly..." You can't help but stare at Shuri as her mother continues to speak and you find yourself interrupting again "do any of those rules include flirting with Shuri? Because there's no way I'm going to be able to follow that Mrs. Udaku you've got some amazing genes I mean you yourself you're such a gorgeous woman." Shuri rolls her eyes and shakes her head before grabbing you and bringing you to a chair in the middle of the lab. "Sit here and just be quiet for five minutes I love your input but we have to get through the basics and we can't do that if you keep opening that pretty little mouth of yours can we?" You look her up and down before smiling "if only you knew how often I'd open this pretty little mouth of mine if you are standing over me like this while telling me I shouldn't." She shakes her head and lets her mother continue to speak.

When Queen Ramonda is finally finished speaking she leaves the lab over to Shuri who smiles at all of the faces she dismisses them out of the lab but you stay. "You're still here...?" You nod still sitting in the chair "well I have a request I bet no one knows Wakanda better than the princess and what'd I'd give to have the princess as my tour guide. We could start with your room" she looks you up and down and chuckles to herself "if I were to invite you into my room you wouldn't be leaving any time soon princess." Your jaw visibly drops when she says this feeling quite satisfied with herself before walking towards the lab stairs "you coming? I thought you said you wanted to see my room" oh you were going to love Wakanda and it's princess.

A/n: I'm aware this is cringy but I wrote this like this because this is what would actually happen if a lot of us were to meet princess Shuri it's true it's real.

#shuri angst #shuri imagine #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #mcu shuri #black panther wakanda forever #black panther #shuri x you #shuri x y/n #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x f!reader #princess shuri #queen shuri #shuri udaku x reader #black reader #shuri fluff #mcu imagine #marvel fluff #marvel imagine #black panther fics #black panther fic #black panther imagine #black panther x reader #Azail is bored #Shuri x female reader

[aurumacadicus]

Winteriron corn maze scary or not scary Is dealers choice, please

I just feel like after torture, corn mazes just can't be scary 😔

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Coming into the haunted corn maze hadn't been Bucky's idea of a good time, but Tony had batted his eyelashes at him and said 'but you could be my knight in shining armor in such a low stakes situation!' and, well. He was, first and foremost, a sucker for Tony's batted eyelashes, and second, Tony could play him like a fiddle without any eye-batting or lip biting. Any reservations he might have had against it had quickly melted in face of Tony's winning smile.

The thought of Tony trusting him had blinded him to the problems of a haunted corn maze.

Tony had been happily hanging off his arm, chattering about how he'd once helped map out a maze when he was in college for a credit in... Agh? Bucky wasn't sure what that meant and at this point he was too embarrassed to ask. Then a group of terrified middle schoolers had stampeded them. Bucky had been disoriented by all the small bodies colliding with them and each other, all the high-pitched screams and squeals and giggles. It was all he could do to keep his fingers clenched in Tony's jacket sleeve, struggling against the tide of a dozen other people in excited panic.

It was just a mistake. Nothing dangerous. Just because the sounds of kids squealing and chainsaws revving put him on edge didn't mean that Tony was in imminent danger. Except one of the middle schoolers had gotten separated from her group, so now a weepy thirteen-year-old was clinging to the back of his jacket.

"It's okay," Tony assured her quickly as she blubbered about her friends leaving her. "It's okay! We're way safer than a group of kids. You're clinging to the Winter Soldier! He could snap a ghost like a twig."

"But ghosts aren't corporeal," she wailed, not loosening her grip on Bucky at all.

Bucky bent a little to force her to make eye contact. "Ghosts aren't real," he told her firmly. "Otherwise I'd be haunted by dozens of people I've killed in the past."

"That didn't fucking help!" Tony bellowed as the girl began crying harder.

"Fine," Bucky said flatly, then turned and grabbed her under her arms, hoisting her up over his head. "Do you see the way out?"

The girl blinked, apparently so stunned she stopped crying. She sniffled as she looked around. Finally, she let out a shaky, "No?"

"That's fine," Tony assured her hastily, and Bucky was pretty sure that the only reason he wasn't kicked in the ribs was because he was the only thing holding her up. He carefully set her down under Tony's baleful gaze. "You can stay between us until we get to the exit. You want an autograph? We can give you autographs."

"Can you get me one from Black Widow?" she sniffled. "She's super cool."

"I would literally die for you in this moment so an autograph from Black Widow is cake," Tony told her hastily. He'd procured his phone from somewhere, likely texting Natasha wherever she was. The cider house, Bucky thought he remembered. He was also pretty sure he remembered Tony dumping both their phones in Bruce's hands and saying 'don't bother us unless the world's ending.' What the fuck.

"I'm sorry I cried so much," she added, voice still shaking, like she might start crying again.

Bucky grabbed her shoulders and wheeled her around to make eye contact. "Never be ashamed to cry."

"Okay," she squeaked, and then Tony was kicking him in the ribs, so he went staggering into the corn with a squawk.

"Fucking weirdo you're gonna give her a complex! Come on, honey, we're leaving Bucky behind for the guy in the ski mask. What's your name? Your favorite class at school?"

"Um," the girl squeaked, and Bucky squawked again when he stumbled back out of the corn to find Tony had apparently fully intended to leave him behind. Little shit. This was the thanks he got for coming into a haunted corn maze.

The worst part was, Bucky knew that he'd fucking walk back into the maze if Tony batted his eyelashes at him again.

#aurumacadicus answers #winteriron #autumn meme

[sillygoofyqueer]

The Untamed review: episode four!!!!

My name, so this one better be good

I love the intro but it's so FUCKING LONG

Wei Wuxian, there's no way you're going to be late for this, oh my god

Also, sleeping in papers, what a guy

Lan Wangji is stealing the show so much

GUYS, SYNCHRONISATION IS KEY

Fuck me, you're going to read them all out???

I'd cry

WEI WUXIAN YAWNING ALREADY

stop yawning so much.

The fuck is that sound????

IS THAT NIE HUAISANG?????

Also, pulling that look is so amusing

Lan Wangji with the side eye, you can tell he gets it from Lan Qiren

Wei Wuxian looks so confused, poor bastard

Literally all whispering as if it means nothing

WEI WUXIAN STOP ENCOURAGING HIM!!!!!!

This is getting funnier by the deconf

The cheeky little smile and wave Wei Wuxian gives Lan Wangji, I too would be shaking in my 'gay denial' boots

Bro got iced out 😔

FUDDY-DUDDY HAHAHAHAHAHAAA

This is the look of a great friendship

The fuck is Jin clan doing??? Jin Zixuan, you aren't that important

Oooooh, bribery

I thought the Lans hated fancy things

Also THE FACE WEI WUXIAN PULLS IN AGREEMENT OF JIANG CHENG I'M CACKLING

That's right, listen to Jiang Yanli, she's the boss this time

NIE CLAN'S TURN!!!!!

This is going to go kind of bad. Or Jiang clan's, I haven't decided yet

My ass could not stand this long

The man making sure his hair is okay, literally cackling

My ass could also never be this synchronised

MENG YAO?!??! AS IN-- AS IN JIN GUANGYAO???

You know, you can tell. He has this dead look in his eyes and such a rubbery smile, it can only be one from the working class.

BRO'S ARE GOSSIPING ABOUT MENG YAO? (I don't like him, but he is tragic to be honest)

LAN XICHEN YOU ARE A WHORE AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT

Flirting fr

Also, Lan Xichen's jawline is insane, I can see why Lan Wangji mews. Has to catch up with his brother somehow.

AGH, IT'S THE WENS. SHOOT THEM DEAD NOW.

Kill Wen Chao. Kiiiiill.

WEN NING, MY LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY!!!! YOU LOOK FUCKING TERRIFIED!!!

Y'all, literally crashing the party.

DUDES, YOU CAN'T FUCKING KILL HIM! HE'S ON FIRE HOLY SHIT

Wen Chao, when I get my hands on you *insert grumbling here*

Wen Qing, you're so pretty 😔 you and your brother are holding the entire Wen clan on your backs

Wen Ning closing his eyes, my little man, nooo 🥺

HELP THE POOR BASTARD

Oh thank god, Wen Qing, I love you.

The fuck you gonna do, Wen Chao?? She's the best.

Kill hiiiim.

Lucky.

INTERRUPTING FUCKING JIANG CLAN??? YOU BASTARDS.

Wen Ning looking down at the ground, I feel so bad for him 🥺

KILL HIM. KIIIIILL.

Lan Wangji ready to fucking square up hahahaha

Lan Xichen, I know politics and that, but it'd be so funny if he decked him, just let Lan Wangji take a swing and see if Wen Chao can get up from that.

Nie Huaisang literally gossiping, he's the best. Also he looks so prettyyy. And his fan??? I want.

Damn, Wei Wuxian, I know you've got balls, but the Wen Clan?? You brave dumbass.

HANGDOG?!???!? BRO COULD TAKE YOU DOWN WITH ONE ARM, YOU TAKE THAT BACK, YOU POMPOUS PRICK!

I love how Wei Wuxian just sighs and throws his hands up when he gets called a nobody. Truly the thickest skin.

That's right, stand up for your brother.

DAMN WEI YING, DAMN

I'd like to see you try, stuck up bastard.

WEI WUXIAN WAS ACTUALLY CARRYING HIS SWORD THIS WHOLE TIME??? I DEADASS THOUGHT IT WAS A STICK

Haha, an impasse. They'd sooo beat you down.

I like how they're so good at catching their swords. I wish I could.

Hahaha, Lan Xichen looks so done with everyone's shit. God forbid something is easy for once.

Catching everyone's attention with his badass flute playing.

L there goes the swords

They all look baffled hahaha

Nie Huaisang being gay with that look

Listen, he's an icon, okay. A massive icon.

BRO IS BASICALLY TELLING HIM TO PUT A MUZZLE ON HIS SHIT HAHAHA

Wen Qing sliding in to save the day, I love her.

Wen Ning looks so scared 😔

Don't be mean to her on WEN CHAO'S behaviour

Thanks Lan Qiren

TELLING HIM TO SCRAM, LAN XICHEN YOU ICON

"Be on time!! 🤭☺️"

I love when they gossip

Stoooop, he's ego's already immense enough as it is

"resisting evil guys is an endless joy" oh, Wei Wuxian, my beloved dumbass

Hahaha, it's stupidity, not courage.

YOU ARE SUCH A BAD INFLUENCE

"Stoooop, let me have fun"

Look, Lan Wangji, it's your boyfriend! Don't... DON'T IGNORE HIM!!!

Wei Wuxian never learns

"I fought him last night" and Nie Huaisang looks like he's about to pass out

They are such gossipers

Jiang Cheng stomping his feet as he follows haha

They obviously have alterior motives, Lan Xichen is sooo smart

He's catching on so fast haha

Lan Qiren gets his brain power from tea

I want to tug his beard tee hee

He's just dropping lore at this point

MENG YAO LOOKS PETRIFIED

Aw, they're going to be besties. What could possibly go wrong? (Foreshadowing foreshadowing)

He looks like he's about to cry, stoppp

Lan Xichen may also be having his own love crisis

WEN QING!!!!!

What you up to, guuurl?

Oh shit, you plotting. I'll leave you to it

They're having so much fun in the lake, they're literally best friends.

They share one brain cell haha

Hahahaha, the way that Nie Huaisang just takes Wei Wuxian's word as gospel

One day you'll catch a fish

Hehe, watch him pout

HE'S PLOTTING!!!

HAHAHA, DON'T LET HIM WIN

I love how he immediately goes serious

Don't just ditch Nie Huaisang like that

HOW ARE HIS ROBES DRY ALREADY???

He's so unaware of the danger he's in, that cheeky little smile

He's going to be such good friends with her, just you wait

He will get the answers he wants, he's like a fly that doesn't leave till he gets what he wants

Nice, turning it back on him

"I have serious business 😠" and she looks at him like 'what is it?' "catching fish 😌"

He's a loveable dumbass

SHE NEVER ANSWERED WEI

I wish I could dance like that. Oh, he's training, my bad.

Y'all, Jiang Cheng is so baby girl

He just feels inferior, leave him alone 😔

"You're both the same, you're dumbasses together"

Jiang Yanli, I love I live I adore

Everyone loves her soup xoxo

TAKE THE FISH, JIANG CHENG

Stoooop, he's teasing him, they're family

I hate fish but they seem to enjoy it

Goofy goobers I love

Mmm, guqin playing makes my ear drums vibrate

Everyone looks bored as shit

WEI WUXIAN IS LITERALLY SLEEPING

I want a group of randos to follow me around

HE WAS BEING POLITE!!! MOCKINGLY SO, BUT STILL

Jiang Cheng trying to wake up Wei Wuxian is so wholesome to me

NIE WAKE UP AGAIN

They're besties oh my god

PASSING NOTES IN CLASS, AND EATING!!!!

Even Lan Wangji looks ready to fall asleep lmao

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

The glare, they're literally in love

All of the rules are boring

WEI WUXIAN, LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO, I LOVE HOW NIE HUAISANG IS EGGING HIM ON

Wei Wuxian is literally a genius, don't try and catch him off guard

Hehe, I'd do anything for Jiang Yanli to look so proud of me 😌

Literally targeting him, get over yourself

Lan Wangji himself can see his greatness first hand

THE LITTLE NOD NIE HUAISANG GIVES HIM AAAAWWWWWW

he can be proud if he wants, leave him alone

This is where it goes insane

Wangji, you show off, he does know he's just plotting

Shut up, he's just fucking calling on his star pupil to show off

Fuck off Jin Zixuan, you didn't know it either

Wei Wuxian, you are opening a whole can of worms

Lan Wangji, always there to answer his boyfriend's rival's queries

(side note: eating chicken and it's banging 😌)

Wei Wuxian, always picking things apart

Shut up Jin Zixuan, square up

Lan Wangji's side eye hahahaha

Wei Wuxian is just asking questions dude

THE SHOCK ON NIE HUAISANG'S FACE WHEN SOMETHING GETS LOBBED AT WEI WUXIAN

HE TRIED TO SHUSH HIM HAHAHA

Everyone is tryna shut him up lmaooo

He makes a point though

A THOUSAND TIMES HAHAAAAAA

He looks like a scolded child

Lan Wangji looks like it's a punishment for him as well

WEN NING MY BABY!!!!!

You're so good at aiming bbg

GO ON BABY!!!!!!

Wei Wuxian going in to compliment right away

He's forming his crush hahahaha

I love them both

"Why aren't you in the lecture?" "I'm too young, you?" "I got kicked out ☺️"

Adjusting posture? Makes for a great gay moment...just saying....

His first friend!!!!!!!

Wen Ning looks so flustered

WEN QING I LOVE YOU BUT YOU THREW HIM OFF!!!

Go on Wei Wuxian, saving the day

Wen Ning standing up for his new friend!!!

I love them

POSING HAHAHAHA

He looks like a kicked puppy

Lan Wangji is like a little stalker haha

THE ENDING IS SO LONG AS WELL

#four being a dumbass #Four's live review #mo dao zu shi #cql #the untamed #the untamed spoilers #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jiang cheng #jiang yanli #lan xichen #lan qiren #wen ning #wen qing #wen chao #nie huaisang #jin zixuan #meng yao

[healer-pop]

Hello I'm back I'd like to elaborate on the aphrodisiac thing. I think reader would fight the feeling and be in a sort of pain trying to deny their body's wants. They'd be ashamed to admit what's going on to Sloane and terrified of breaking their friendship but Sloane is SO insistent on knowing what you're exactly feeling, what's got you this way?? Do you need them to take you to a hospital??

When you finally grimace out that you think the flower, was an aphrodisiac. And you're feeling crazy strange, they ask if there's anything they can do to help. You practically shake at the thought but deny them, again and again. They keep asking if you're sure, because they want to help. Only if you want it. And you sit there, biting back all these mounting emotions, swirling into a statement. You really have to concentrate to even get across what you want to say, thinking closely. "Sloane...I want you to help- please believe me. But. I don't want to fuck this up. Us up. I love you so much." A weak groan leaving your lips while your eyebrows furrow. Sweat is trickling down the slide of your head, your throat bobbing while you prepare to speak again. Reaching out to put a hand on theirs you say, "I just need you to know that..." another wave of pain hits you mid sentence, causing a small groan. "Know that I want us more than this. I... need you more than this. You can say no and we can pretend this never happened but things won't be the same if you do." You can barely make eye contact with them, fear strikes through you as your thoughts race.

"God, you pinky swear?" They say, looking at you in all seriousness. Pinky swears were- indeed serious business. Being their friend for so long, you once joked that you can never lie when pinky swearing, and it's now become type of Safeword. Just one where you have to be honest, instead of "Oh that sounds fun..." when they don't sound enthused, you make them pinky swear they're telling the truth and usually they crumble and tell you how they really feel. It was a great communication tool for you both, especially since sometimes it can be hard for u to read them, and vice versa.

"Pinky swear." You say wrapping your pinky around theirs while staring at them with earnest. It's what that needed to finally except the months of touches, flirting, winking, looks, texts, invites. The little stares, the movie nights, the cuddling...it meant more and they knew it did, they were just too scared to break it. To break the tension, to ruin what was happening.

Ok I thought of the pinky swear on the spot if you thought it was silly please ignore me but I thought something really meaningful to their friendship would help. Ok bye

ANONNNNNNNN YOU POPPED OFF IN MY INBOX??????????? JESUS GIVING ME HEART PALPATIONS

I just want to say, that scene is so good, but I want to add something. A little... ✨ sparkle ✨.

Don't think about the touches, the casual ones, the ones that don't mean anything, yet, but still mean so much in the moment. Where you're shaking with unadulterated strain, arousal leaking down your thigh at the closeness of everything you want, but can't have, the wet feeling so cold, but you know it's not, your body is burning, blistering with fever, throbbing with need, but shivering with pain, Venture drops the phone, Lifeweaver's voice shouting through the receiver in concern. Venture had to contact him, didn't know what else to do, this wasn't their area of expertise, but he's forgotten, dropped, and lost among the many pillows and blankets Venture had shoved into your tent at the first sight of illness. Venture grips you, grips one of your hands in theirs, making you arch at the contact, but they can't bring themselves to let go. You had heard what Lifeweaver said. Some sort of flower that would cause pain if its symptoms weren't treated, and of course, of fucking course they'd have to be lust. Venture would have to fuck you. Even now, with every new course of ache, sharp, stinging pain through you, Venture's eyes were on nothing but you, filled with concern, almost as if they wished to share the pain, helplessly scanning your body for something they could do. It made the tears in your eyes overflow with love, with pure, utter affection at the sweetness. You have to shut them, overtaken by everything. Another hand moves to your thigh, you can't see it, but GOD, can you feel it. It's like another shock of pleasure to your brain, making you yelp, and they try to soothe you, with whispered hushes, and mumbled words of reassurance, but it's throttled and broken, Venture is just as worried as you are but is trying to be strong, trying for you...

You grab their hand back as you speak, trying to convey just how much they mean to you, hoping your words come out as clearly as they feel in your heart. You don't have to, you mean more to me than anything that would ruin this. You're so much more.

"God, you pinky swear?" And their voice... their voice sounds like its on the verge of hysteria. Good? Bad? It's confused, breathless, and- and happy?, and scared, all at once. A concoction of some poison, that goes straight between your thighs, hoping this figment doesn't kill as it travels down your throat.

As you manage to wrap your pinky around theirs, with a trembling hand...

The mirror shatters.

#𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ messages from the red string of fate #🌸 my aphrodite anon

[shiftingparadise]

I read(red) your fic ‘no string attached’ so i'm here to request a lemon, Illumi x reader. It's okay bae if you can't (all tho i'd be sad. Don't want you to feel guilty; just being honest.)

I hope you like the way I portrayed him, since it's my first time writing a fic with Illumi. (I also hope you like it and that I didn't make you sad lol 🥺🤍). Thank you for your request!

Any kind of feedback is always welcome! Enjoy reading 🤍✨

Word Count: 3325

‘Who’s there?’. 

‘He knows I’m here?’, your mind started to consider every possible outcome. Were you going to fight, hide or run? You weren’t going to fight. You couldn’t possibly defeat him… What about tricking him? Right, as if you could trick a member of the Zoldyck family. Hide? But where? His current hiding spot may have the exterior of a luxurious penthouse, but it was still a penthouse… This meant that running wasn’t an option either, as the floor he lived on was way too high for you to just jump out of the window. 

‘I know you’ve been watching me the past few days’. 

What? He knew you were watching him? But you were one of the most skilled nen-users, how could he sense you? 

‘But because I’ve visitors later to talk about something that doesn't concern you.... Let's just say I'm done with this game of hide-and-seek’. 

He may sense me, but he doesn’t know where I am, right? 

‘If you show yourself, I won’t kill you… But if I must drag you out of your hiding spot…’. 

‘S-shaking? I’m shaking?’, you widened your eyes as your breath hitched. You tried to calm down, to stop your hands from shaking. ‘It’s been a couple of minutes… This means he doesn’t know where I am’, a smile on your face when you realized it was a waiting game until he convinced himself he was just being paranoid. ‘If he leaves… I’m never coming back. Fuck the money-‘. 

You froze as you felt his presence. It was awful, unlike anything you ever felt. The bloodlust that was dripping from his aura as you saw him walking towards the vent you were hiding in was terrifying. 

You knew your hiding spot had its flaws, but you never had to worry about being found. No one ever noticed your presence. Had you gotten too cocky, too confident? There was nowhere to run, so one option left. Fight. 

‘There’s the little mouse. What’s a mouse doing in my bedroom?’, he easily dodged the iron, little door of the vent you were hiding in, ‘Talk’. 

‘Talk?’, you frowned as you focused your aura on your hands. You were going to hit him, as hard as you can. There was no point in dragging out this fight. It was best if you hit him with 100% of your strength. 

‘Who’re you working for?’, darkness appeared around him, his hair floating in the air, causing you to freeze. You were scared, too scared. This wasn’t the aura of a normal assassin, no. This was the aura of a murderer, of someone who loved to kill and torture people. 

You did your research. You watched every member of the Zoldyck family, and none of them had this much bloodlust oozing from their aura. 

‘Oh?’, he coldly tilted his head as he watched you fall onto the ground. ‘P-please’, you begged once you had your back pressed against the wall, ‘D-don’t hurt me, I-I won’t tell anyth-‘. 

‘Who? Whom are you working for?’. 

You could feel the ground shake every time one of his feet hit the ground when he walked towards you. 

‘N-no one’, you whimpered as you closed your eyes. 

‘You think I’m a fool?’, he raised his voice as he lowered himself, ‘I know who you are’. 

Fear. That’s all you felt. Your eyes were wide open, body shaking… This wasn’t like you. You were fearless and calculated. 

‘Please-‘, you prayed that your tears, which were relentlessly rolling down your cheeks, would somehow cause him to pity you. 

‘Don’t have time for this’, he mumbled to himself as his black eyes pierced through your soul, ‘We’ll see how long a little mouse lasts before it drowns’. 

‘D-don’t-‘, you tried to protest once you felt his cold hands grabbing your arm, pulling you towards his bed. 

‘W-wait’, you nervously giggled, as you saw him searching for something in his closet. 

‘Ah’, he coldly sighed as he closed the closet, his grip tightening around your arm. 

‘W-what are you doing?’. ‘Tying you to the bed’. 

‘N-no, let me go’, you tried, with all your strength, to resist, to break free from his grip. 

‘As I said’, his cold voice washed over you once he finished tying you up, ‘There’ll be some visitors later in the evening, but if I somehow even can hear you breathing… A sigh that’s a little too loud, a yawn that you can’t hold back… I’ll kill you’. 

And so, he left. You could easily untie the rope, but to what use? There was nowhere to run. Hours passed, and familiar voices could be heard from the kitchen. 

‘What about here?’, a silky, teasing voice. ‘No, think this one’s better’, a cold voice answered. 

Hisoka, Chrollo… Former clients who paid good money for you to spy on someone. What if you yelled? Would they help you? Hisoka wouldn’t, he’d probably join Illumi if he decided to torture you. Maybe Chrollo? No, trying to ask for help from those criminals was too big a risk. 

‘Huh?’, you slowly opened your eyes as reality hit you again. ‘Wake up little mouse, it’s time for a game’. 

Illumi hovered over you, his hands untying the rope around your wrists. 

You hissed in pain as he roughly pulled the rope away from your reddened skin. ‘See this?’, he wasted no time as he coldly showed you a needle, ‘I’ll keep finding awfully painful pressure points until you tell me what I want to hear’. 

You didn’t respond. The adrenaline that rushed through your veins somehow managed to close off your lungs. 

‘Who do you work for?’. 

Were you going to confess? You could feel teeth grinding as he gently placed the needle on your skin. 

‘Last warning’, he traveled the tip just underneath your ear, ‘Whom are you working for?’. 

Was this worth it? 

‘Fine’, he sighed as he looked at the ceiling, ‘Try not to faint’. 

‘W-wait!’. 

‘Oh?’, he mechanically tilted his head, ‘Did the little mouse change her mind?’. 

‘Y-yes’, you turned your head to the side, knees safely tucked against your chest once he backed away. 

‘Speak’. 

‘N-no one hired me’. 

‘Liar’. The room went dark as he spoke, bloodlust flowing from his aura again. 

If you didn’t confess, your life would be over within a couple of seconds. This wasn’t how you wanted things to work out, but you didn’t have any other choice.  

‘I-I’m not!’, you hastily raised your voice, ‘I-I just wanted you to teach me’. 

‘Teach?’, he widened his eyes as the mood in the room completely changed. 

You quickly lowered your head, cheeks blushing in embarrassment. 

‘I-I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my teacher. I want to be as strong as you, but I didn’t find the courage to ask you’. 

‘Hm’, he clicked his tongue, as if he didn’t make up his mind already. He may be cold and emotionless, but even a guy like Illumi couldn’t look past your pretty face. 

‘You’re pretty skilled’, he sighed as turned around, ‘I’ll think about it’. 

--- 

‘Again’, Illumi watched you from his couch, ‘Longer this time’. 

‘L-longer?’, you ignored the drops of sweat that fell onto the floor. 

‘5 hours, no break’. 

A few months passed, and under Illumi’s watch, you grew stronger each day. It wasn’t easy, but his techniques worked. By now, you’d changed apartments at least six times. Every single one of them just as luxurious as the previous one. 

‘Tch’, he clicked his tongue, ‘You’re messing up my carpet’. ‘O-oh sorry’, you caught the towel he threw you. 

He normally would never spend this much time with someone, but he grew to like (even adore) you. You were so submissive, so shy and sweet. A fool would think you were naïve and helpless.

‘Where are you going?’, you quickly stopped drinking water when you noticed he made his way to the door. 

‘Out’. 

‘B-but-‘, ‘5 hours, no break’, he repeated himself before closing the door. 

--- 

‘I did it!’, you sighed as you fell onto the ground, ‘But he isn’t here to see –‘. 

You quickly sat up straight as you heard the door unlock. 

’30 seconds left’, the tiniest smile appeared on his face when he saw your drenched top and shorts. 

‘What’s that?’, you ignored his remark when you smelled ramen. ‘Food’, he coldly seated himself on his knees before you on the carpet. 

‘N-no, don’t sit on the ground. Wait, I’ll get you a pillow-‘. ‘It’s fine’, a softer tone than usual when his hand met yours. ‘But you’re my master, you can’t sit on the ground’, your eyes locked on the carpet, cheeks burning. ‘I said it’s fine’, he slowly let go of your wrist before handing you your takeaway ramen. 

Was something to happen? Was he going to tell you that you had to leave? 

‘Thank you’, you bowed before sitting back down again. 

It was quiet for a couple of minutes as you both enjoyed the hot broth of the ramen. 

‘Good job today’. 

Your eyes immediately lit up, a content smile on your face. This was the first time he praised you. 

‘Thank you master’, you once again bowed your head. ‘Don’t call me that. My name’s Illumi’. 

Your brows drew together at his strange behavior. He wasn’t like this. 

‘Oh’, he abruptly walked to the kitchen, ‘Almost forgot’. 

‘Wine?’. 

If you had a tail, you’d be wagging it like a little puppy that was waiting for a treat. 

‘It’s your birthday, isn’t it?’, he loosely held the bottle of wine while staring out of the window.

If you didn’t know him, you’d say he looked insecure, but Illumi would never bother to feel such a waste of emotion, right? 

‘It doesn’t matter’, you turned your head, ‘Thank you for the ramen’. You stood up, bowing once again before walking towards your room.

He didn’t understand it. He thought you’d be happy that he’d remembered. He wanted you to smile, to throw your arms around him, only to apologize for doing so. He’d practiced what he was going to do over and over again: Don’t apologize’, he would pull you closer by your waist, let the tip of his thumb brush over your cherry-red lips, and then he’d kiss you. 

‘Hm’, he sighed while placing the bottle on the kitchen table. He hated this, the way you made him feel. He never felt like this. So unsure, so foolish… He almost detested you for doing this to him… But he loved seeing you in your gray sports bra, drops of sweat gliding from your soft skin… He envied them. 

He could hear the familiar sound of the shower in your room. This was his favourite part of the day, because not too long from now, you were going to walk out of your room in your gray sweatpants and another one of your sports bras, and you’d join him for a game of chess. 

‘Hm?’, he looked at his phone. You’d normally leave your room around 6. 

He softly knocked on your door. No response. 

‘Y/N?’, he gently opened your door after knocking a couple more times. 

You were sleeping? Were you so worn out from today’s training? 

‘Are you okay?’, he quietly walked to your bed, his hand grazing over your sheets. 

‘Huh?’, he widened his eyes when your tiny hand grabbed his wrist, your head buried into your pillow. 

‘It’s my birthday, right?’. 

‘It is’. 

‘Can I ask something? A present?’. ‘Whatever you want’. 

‘Hold me, please’. 

His heart skipped a beat at the sound of your fragile voice, but how did you want him to hold you? He never did something like this. He wasn’t the affectionate type. He’d slept with women, but he never held them or cuddled with them. He never cared about their feelings or how they felt, but he cared about you. He would never want to hurt you. 

Illumi gently took place next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist while his forehead rested against yours. 

‘Why are you shaking? Am I hurting you?’, he immediately let go of your waist, his eyes wide open in concern. 

‘I want another present’, you buried your head into his chest, your hands tugging at his shirt. 

‘W-whatever you want’, he replied softly. 

‘B-be my first’. 

Your first? What did you mean? 

‘Y-you’re my master. I-it’s fine if you teach me things, right?’. 

‘What do you mean?’, he pulled away from you, his eyes studying yours. 

‘I-I’ve never …’, you turned your gaze away from him, hating how embarrassed you felt. 

‘Oh’, he finally understood what you were talking about, but how could he be your first? He didn’t know how to be gentle, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. 

‘Forget it’, you hastily turned around, wanting to run away. 

‘No, I’ll do it’, he grabbed your hand, ‘If you still want me to’. ‘I-I do’, you slowly sat back down again, ‘Even though I’m kind of scared’. ‘I won’t hurt you, I promise’, he placed himself behind you, slowly stroking your arms as he placed a soft kiss in the crook of your neck. 

The scent of your hair was enough to drive him crazy. You somehow always managed to smell like caramel. 

‘You want me to teach you, right?’. ‘Hm’, you loudly swallowed as you felt his hands travel to your breasts, his hot breath against your ear sending shivers to your spine. ‘Turn around for me then’. 

You obeyed. Nerves took over your body as you saw the look in his eyes. He looked cold as usual, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. Something you never saw before. 

‘Here’, he softly grabbed your hand before placing it on his crotch, ‘If you want to make a man feel good, you can start by touching this’. 

‘L-like this?’. 

He nodded in response before taking off his shirt. 

‘D-does it feel good?’, you shyly asked when you felt his member getting hard. ‘It does’, he chuckled at your innocence, ‘Let’s take things a little further, okay?’. 

‘O-okay’. 

You watched as he stood up, now fully removing his clothes. 

‘Don’t worry’, he smiled when he saw the scared look on your face, ‘It’ll fit’. 

Is he crazy? You may be inexperienced, but he was big. 

‘Let’s get rid of your clothes too’, he gently pushed your back against the sheets. 

He placed soft kisses on your neck while pulling down your sweatpants.

‘O-oh?’, he widened his eyes as he saw your cherry-red slip with a little bow in the middle.  ‘Sorry, I thought it looked pretty and-‘, ‘It does’, he cut you short, ‘Is it okay if I…?’, he looked at your breasts. 

‘O-oh’, you turned your gaze away, ‘O-okay’. 

You slowly sat up straight, so he could take off your bra. 

‘Can’t believe you never slept with someone’, he mumbled as he let his eyes wander over your perfect body, ‘Men must throw themselves at you’. 

‘What now?’, your head was still turned to the side, insecurities rushing over you. ‘Now I want you to look at me and relax’, he gently cupped your cheek as he turned your head, so his eyes met yours. 

He usually never kissed a girl, but it felt as if your lips were aching for his. 

‘You’re so cute’, he broke the kiss when he heard your cute moans, ‘Can you open your legs for me?’. 

You shyly obeyed, the tip of your thumb resting in between your teeth.

‘Relax, okay?’, he pushed your panties aside before he carefully slid one finger into your entrance.

‘That’s it’, he kept his pace slow and steady, ‘Your body’s ready, are you?’. 

An empty question. The way you arched your back told him plenty, but he still needed you to say it. 

‘I-I am’, you nervously replied. 

How was he going to do this? He didn’t know how much he could control himself. A part of him wanted to ruin you, to fuck you so dumb that you couldn’t walk tomorrow.

‘Tell me if it’s too much’, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead before he gently pushed the tip in. ‘H-hm’, you closed your eyes, already feeling the stretch. 

He was losing it. He really was. The thought of him being your first drove him crazy. 

‘Ssh’, he slowly stroked your cheeks as he felt your body tensing up, ‘It’ll feel good soon. Just a c-couple of minutes’. 

You were so tight. The way your body welcomed him was better than anything he’d ever felt before. 

‘Good girl’, he praised you once he bottomed out, ‘Tell me if I can move, okay?’. ‘I-it burns’, you looked at him with pleading eyes. ‘I know’, he stroked some strands of hair from your cheek, ‘But I promise it’ll feel good’. ‘O-okay’, you closed your eyes again, ‘You can move’. 

Illumi slowly started thrusting in and out of you. With each thrust, it got harder and harder to control himself. 

‘Fuck’, he let his nails sink into the soft flesh of your waist, ‘So tight. Tell me how it feels’. ‘I-it feels kind of good-‘, ‘Kind of?’, a frown in response. 

‘A-ah’, you arched your back as his thumb slowly started drawing circles on your little nub. ‘Does it still feel kind of good?’, he coldly tilted his head. ‘I-illumi-‘.

Illumi? This was the first time you called him by his name. 

‘Tch’, he chuckled, ‘The only time I wouldn’t mind being called master, and you decide to call me by my name’. 

‘S-sorry master’. 

There it was. You finally started clenching around him, signaling you liked being submissive. 

‘Thank me for taking my time to make you feel good’, he softly wrapped his hand around your neck as he left dark marks on your breasts. 

‘Thank you m-master for-‘. 

What’s happening? Why’s your stomach all warm and tingly? 

‘Oh?’, Illumi tilted his head, ‘Is this your first orgasm?’. ‘H-hm’, you pressed your eyelids together. ‘Let me help’, he once again started playing with your little nub. ‘M-more, please’.

‘You’re being so good’, he praised you, ‘Taking my cock like this, already begging for more like a little slut’. 

What was happening? Your whole body was shaking, heat rising to your stomach… 

‘Good girl’, Illumi placed a kiss on your cheek as you tried to catch your breath, ‘One more time, okay? I’ll join you next time’. 

‘I-illumi-‘, ‘Ah ah ah’, he shook his head, ‘What did I tell you?’, he roughly grabbed your jaw. ‘From now on, you’ll call me master when I’m making you feel good’.  

‘Shit’, Illumi pressed his lips against yours, ‘Play with yourself’. ‘L-like this?’, you shyly opened your legs a little more, your hand sliding between them. ‘Faster, want you to make yourself come’. 

Art. You were art. The way your lips were slightly parted, little moans escaping your mouth, your breasts bouncing with every thrust… 

‘Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll make sure that you’re feeling full’, he started to feel you clenching around him, ‘Beg me to come inside you, and don’t stop playing with yourself’.

He grabbed your wrist, making sure your hand stayed between your legs. 

‘Pl-please master, want you to come inside me. Please’, you arched your back as you felt your orgasm growing closer.

His thrusts got sloppier, breathing heavier… 

‘S-shit’, Illumi let out a sigh as he still felt you clenching around him, ‘A-are you okay?’. ‘More than okay’, you smiled before placing a swift kiss on his cheek. 

‘Want me to teach you something else?’. 

#fanfiction #fanfic #hxh smut #hxh fluff #hunter x hunter x you #hunter x hunter #hunterxhunter #hunter x hunter x y/n #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter fanfic #hxh x y/n #hxh x you #illumi smut #illumi headcanons #illumi zoldyck #illumi x you #illumi x y/n #illumi fluff #illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck x reader #illumi #hxh #hxh x reader #hxh illumi #hxh imagines #illumi hunter x hunter #illumi zoldyck icons #illumi zoldyck smut

[elderberries-and-honey]

i'm really, really sad that i missed simblr gratitude day due a lull in my mental health. but even though the day has passed, i still wanted to show my appreciation & give y'all the flowers you deserve.

first, i want to give a huge thank you to the cc & mod creators. the decades challenge would not be possible without your contributions to the sims community. being able to immerse myself into worlds i can only imagine is self-care. being able to imagine, to create, to play and indulge myself in this escape is an act of self-love and i can never begin to express how thankful i am to be able to do that. second, i want to share how much i love & adore my mutuals and friends i've made here. our small interactions, the notifications that remind me i am seen and not forgotten even when i'm not as active as i'd like to be, those who help me with work out the plot knots & who help me overcome my frivolous moments of perfectionism and give me the strength to just fucking post the damned thing! i value all of these equally, big or small and hold them very dear to my heart. i love that this little niche hobby has allowed me to meet so many amazing people and read so many wonderful stories and i promise, i never take that for granted. third is just anyone who creates and shares their art here. seeing everyone's creativity is inspiring for me. there are so many ways to play this damn busted-ass game and it's so cool to see that in real time. it's so easy to get discouraged when every other week there's a new patch, controversy or huge terrifying bug (i have trauma from high school years i stg ;~;) but your creations are what keeps me coming back. and fourth, but certainly not least, to my readers. ever since i was little, writing has always been my favorite hobby. i'm not patient enough for coding or in-depth editing, my hands shake too much for art & my brain does not compute math whatsoever. so writing has been my go to avenue for self expression and creativity. any question, any ask or tag game, that has come my way, fuels my love for these characters and my passion for writing. sometimes the internet feels like shouting into a void but knowing my efforts to craft a cohesive story aren't entirely pointless means so much to me.

i know i'm a day(s) late but hopefully not a dollar short when i say thank you. from the bottom my heart, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU. thank you for reading, thank you for your passion, thank you for your creations, thank you for your endless kindness & patience.

i wish everyone a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY HOLIDAYS & i can't wait to come back refreshed in the new year!

happy simming! 💚

#i'll probably tag people in the tzr later on <3 #but for now you know who are!

[munson-blurbs]

hi bug! congratulations again on being un-glitched! I loooooved the headcanons you wrote last night about eddie and his hippie vegan girlfriend. I would LOVE to hear more about their first meeting outside the record shop, if you feel inspired to write more abt these two! you built such a fun lil world for the two of them, i just can't get enough! 💖

Anything for you, bb <3

For the purposes of historical accuracy, this takes place in 1991. Eddie + reader are 24.

WC: 647

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Eddie had just planned to spend his Saturdays like he normally did: scouring the record store for any new releases. He loved finding underground bands that weren't really popular yet, playing their music while he worked at the auto shop during the week.

He wasn't expecting a small gathering of protesters to greet him outside, the leader of which was a really, really pretty girl.

"What's going on out there?" Eddie asks Hal, the manager, once he makes his way into the store.

"Protesting the Gulf War," Hal says. "They asked if they could use the parking lot, and I wasn't about to say no to that cause." Hal was a total hippie at heart; anti-establishment, constantly stoned, wearing tie-dye, and plastering peace signs around his office. "'Sides, we don't have anything big coming in this weekend."

Eddie nods; he'd overheard updates about the war on the radio, but had no idea that people in Hawkins were protesting it. It was more of a "shoot first, ask questions later" rather than a "make love, not war" kind of town.

"And, uh, the girl out there? In the front?" He tries to sound nonchalant as he asks, drumming his fingers on the countertop.

Hal laughs knowingly. "She's a cutie, isn't she?" he winks. "Don't know too much about her, but she seems like your type--stubborn with a heart of gold."

That's all Eddie needs to hear; he's out the door and standing alongside you before Hal can even process that he's gone.

"Hey," he greets you, taking a hand out of his pocket to shake yours. "I'm Eddie. You got any more of these signs?"

"Y/N," you reply, smiling at the lovestruck metalhead. "There should be some in that box back there," you tell him, motioning behind you.

Eddie chooses one that says "Fuck Your War" in big block letters. "Short, sweet, and to the point, huh?" he whispers to you, and he swells with pride when you laugh.

He spends the next hour chanting various anti-war sentiments. When a middle-aged man gets in your face, screaming about how Bush is the best president this country's ever seen, Eddie steps between you and him and pushes the guy away.

"Who the fuck does he think he is? Bet he wouldn't try that shit if you weren't young and cute."

You wrinkle your nose. "I'm not cute," you challenge, "I am very scary."

Eddie holds up his hands in surrender. "You're right, you're right. I'm terrified right now."

"Too late," you pout, feigning offense. "You have hurt my feelings beyond repair."

"Beyond repair?" Eddie chuckles. "There's nothing I can do to fix it?"

"Nope."

"What about if I take you out for pizza?" he asks hopefully. "In my experience, pizza heals all wounds."

"Actually," you tell him, bracing yourself for an onslaught of insults, "I'm vegan. So unless you find a pizzeria that doesn't serve cheese..."

His brow furrows in confusion. "Wait, you've never had sex?" he blurts out. "What does that have to do with pizza?"

You burst out laughing; you can't help it. "A vegan, Eddie, not a virgin. I am most definitely not one of those." He blushes at your honesty. "I don't eat any animal products. No meat, no dairy, no eggs."

"Oh," he nods slowly. "So what can you eat?"

"Pretty much anything else!" you say cheerfully. "There's actually a really good vegetarian restaurant that opened a few months ago. They have the best veggie burgers I've ever tasted, and their fries are incredible."

"So let's go there," he decides, and without thinking, he takes your hand in his. "Right after we finish up here, yeah?"

"I'd like that," you say, beaming at him. He looks at you and smiles right back.

She's like my little hippie princess, he thinks, though it'll be a few more dates until he actually calls you that.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic

[furrbbyx]

This is a short story that I never finished but wanted to share. Based on the prompt "Spider"

Female spider monster x female beetle headed monster.

Sfw? Dubcon. Mention of guts, being eaten. Some description of breasts. Restraints.

Approx 1.1k words

I struggled.

I thrashed.

I gasped in fear and frustration as I realized I wasn't going anywhere. I was stuck to an impossibly large spider web.

I honestly hadn't even seen the damn thing as I flew among the Debrose forest searching for my own meal.

After I awoke in the twilight of the evening in my nest and cleaned the sleep from my eyes with the  legs on my head and my mandibles, I had decided to go hunting for a bat or bird for my meal

I needed a little excitement and a change from the fruit I'd been foraging. Lately I had been dissatisfied with everything. Like that feeling you get when it's time to molt and your carapace feels too small too itchy and uncomfortable?

Yeah that's how life was feeling.

And I was hoping a little blood lust would shake things up.

Turns out I was on the menu instead.

I clicked my jaw angrily and nearly ripped my human arm out of the socket trying to get free. Since an anansi hadn't come immediately to slurp down my guts when I'd crashed into the web I might be able to to escape.

Maybe this was an old trap I tried to to tell myself. I tried to calm down. But damn!

I looked down at the forest stretching below me trying to figure out how to get down. not a single soul among the branches. Not a good sign.

And such a  vulnerable position. I had flown face first into this damn thing. Well maybe it would be better not to see my death coming.

I chuckled and sobbed a bit.

"Oh come now, it's not that bad to be trapped in anansi's web. I think it's quite...pleasurable."

I froze. Not an old trap then. How long had that sneak been watching me? Playing with your meal is just rude!

I felt the web vibrate and swing and I rolled my eyes up to where I had thought the voice was but I couldn't quite see.

"Yes" the deep feminine voice said "What a beautiful treat."

My brain was screaming to struggle to fight but my body was not listening at all. I lay there trapped in the high branches of the Debose forest absolutely terrified.

"Tell me your name" I flinched. The voice was right behind me. I could sense the huge body of the anansi now.

I swallowed the thick lump in my throat

"Just eat me already. I don't have time for mind games before I die" I croaked. A lot bolder than I should be with a spider person standing over me, the morsel trapped in their web.

"Aww" She purred a hand ran over the smooth segments of my beetle-bodied head and down my neck. My eyes widened so much it felt like they were trying to escape my body entirely.

"Who said you were going to die?" The hand stayed on my neck and I felt her large delicate legs searching my body.

I couldn't stop the shiver that shook through me.

"I'm already full. But I don't think I can let something so pretty out of my web so soon." She whispered into my ear. A leg was slowly lifting the caterpillar silk shift I wore. Finally my body got the message and I was able to struggle against the sticky trap once again.

"What the fuck! Get your legs off me, pervert!"

She only laughed but she did move. I could barely see her huge furry abdomen perched above me through the ropey strands of the web. Her legs moved over me again turning me over and readjusting me more securely against the sticky threads.

My mandibles fell open in surprise. Above me was a giant anansi woman with the biggest breasts I had ever seen. I was so focused on the firm globes of slightly jiggling flesh with thick round nipples and large dark areolas that I forgot my terror. I was completely stunned and without a drop of her venom in my veins.

"Hello" she cooed her voice full of amusement. My eyes snapped up to her face and I was stunned again. A gorgeous sculpted oval face with two sets of glittering black almond shaped eyes was looking down at me. Her full lips curved around long fangs and sharp pointed teeth  that filled her mouth and made her jaw look over large. Above her thin arched brows were intricate ritual scars that seemed to mimic a crown.

"Queen anansi?" I squeaked out.

"Mmm, yes." She reached down and stroked my head legs. "Are you comfortable my little one?"

"Uh" my thoughts had not caught up with my mouth yet. She was impressive. Her thick torso and slightly rounded belly flowed into her furred and tapered abdomen, where she rested her strong muscled arms and her even stronger looking segmented legs perched on the web.

I gulped. If I wasn't going to be dinner I was certainly going to be breakfast. There were so many tales about the anansi people down in the lower forest. Of course they were considered tricksters and magicians  but I suddenly remembered stories of how the queen's bite was so potent it would make you fall in love with her while it liquefied your insides but you were so sick with wanting and lust your barely noticed and you actually orgasmed while she sucked you dry. I mean it's horrific right? so why was I suddenly feeling some anticipation.

I tried to shake my head to clear my thoughts. "Uh" I cleared my throat and tried again. "My wing... is bent a little oddly" I said my voice very high.

She tsked and leaned over me blocking out the moonlight with her body and adjusted my wing beneath me, her legs were roaming again and my anticipation increased.

Wow, those tits I thought, then cringed mentally. ARGH no! what is going on here. Ten minutes ago I was scared of being eaten now...I wanted her to eat me out?

I wanted to slap myself back into reality.

"Hmm you're a bit flighty aren't you? Let me just..." she used her foremost legs to pull my arms together above my head then lifted on her back legs to unwrap some more ropey threads from her spinnerets and bound my hands.

I was doomed for sure.

She crawled down lowered her body beside me

"Your name?"

"I'm Afua, Queen anansi" I breathed quietly. I couldn't look away from her black eyes.

"Afua, hmm?" she lifted her hand to my neck again squeezing slightly before moving it lower over my collarbone. I felt her legs again teasing the hem of my shift.

"I don't think I've ever caught something so beautiful in my web."

#terato #teratophillia #monster smut #monster fucker #monster girlfriend #lesbian #monster x reader #monster x monster #tw monsterfucking #monster lover #furrbbyx #gay

[tasmparkerr]

The Snake: Pt 2

Sebastian Sallow × MC

word count: 1.1k

summary: reunion(ish) of Maeve and Sebastian after two years, however it doesn’t go as plan.

warnings: foul language, angsty stuff

A/N: ope not me posting something, it may not be smut and I may be heading towards a HL fixation but oh well, thought I'd post something that l've been writing for shits and giggles maybe I'll do more, maybe l'll ignore this account again for a year lol who knows

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My knees buckled, and I fell against the wall as I saw him enter the room. He looked... different, yet somehow still the same. His dark brunette hair was tousled and slightly unkempt, and there was a subtle strength etched into his features, as if he had endured countless battles, both physical and mental. The lines on his forehead spoke of pain, and the shadows under his soft brown eyes hinted at countless sleepless nights wrestling with demons. But his face still bore those signature freckles. It was Sebastian Sallow.

Anne gasped, her grip on my wrists tightening. I could sense her fear, as she looked as pale as parchment.

My ears were ringing, and I couldn't hear what they were saying anymore. Soon enough, Mumblethorn and the Headmaster stepped out of the room.

Sebastian sighed, his shoulders dropping as his sad eyes scanned the empty room.

Anne and I stayed hidden, still holding onto each other. I was torn between conflicting emotions. Part of me wanted to run towards him, to throw my arms around him and scream about how much I missed him. But another part of me wanted to run away, to hide from the overwhelming pain, suffering, and trauma of the past year. I hadn't taken a full breath since then.

A door opened.

"Alright, ladies, I think I have everything we need. I couldn't remember if I packed my schedule first or my supplies list, so I brought both. You'll have to read it to me because obviously I'm-" Ominis stopped by the fireplace, his wand glowing.

Sebastian gasped, dropping the bag hanging on his shoulder.

A moment passed.

Then the boys collided.

They embraced each other so tightly that I could see the white of their knuckles. Ominis was crying... I think Sebastian was too.

I swallowed with difficulty. "Anne, go to the room. I will be there in a moment. It's okay, just go," I whispered hoarsely, tapping her hand that gripped me.

There was hatred behind her eyes, a snarl on her terrified face. She didn't move.

"Anne, please... please go. I swear I will come get you if I need you. He won't do anything. It would be too much for both of you to interact, so please... go back to the room."

I watched a tear fall from her cheek as she slowly backed up, never taking her eyes off her twin brother. I waited until I heard the door close behind her.

My hands were shaking violently, and I struggled to take in some oxygen as I fought to gather the courage to move.

Why am I scared? Why would I be scared of him? We were inseparable. We did everything together. Surely...

My legs moved on their own, and I stepped into the middle of the room, in plain sight. Sebastian's eyes immediately landed on me, and his breath hitched.

Sebastian patted Ominis' back as he released him. I squeezed my hands into fists, trying to stop them from shaking. My mouth went dry as I fought to find the right words.

He looked at me with those soft eyes that always made my stomach tie itself in knots. By the time he was right in front of me, I noticed how much taller and bigger he had become. He had grown more muscular since fifth year. We had all matured in some way.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, when I felt the tip of his wand against my neck.

His face turned dark.

"How could you do that to me?" his voice was deeper, rougher.

My eyes widened slightly. "What?"

"You sold me out. You're the reason I ended up in that fucking... hellhole. You betrayed me. You-"

"Sebastian... Sebastian, no... I... I never did such a thing," my voice cracked with horror.

My heart beat heavily in my throat. His eyes seemed to turn black, and malice emanated from him.

"Sebastian! Lower your wand right now. Right now!" Ominis demanded, raising his own wand once more.

"Sebastian, please... I swear, I didn't. I could never-"

"You were the only one with me," he snapped. "You were the only one there. Who else then? Anne? The Inferius? Don't lie."

Ominis circled us, his wand ready. "Sebastian, you don't know what you're talking about. You didn't see-"

"THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE, SO WHO THE FUCK TURNED ME IN, OMINIS? IT WAS ONLY HER AND ME!" Sebastian's volume frightened me as his eyes bore into me. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you on the spot."

I exhaled heavily, "Because that would be two deaths you've made Anne endure."

His face immediately softened, and Sebastian stumbled backward until he fell onto the couch. Ominis wasted no time in stepping between us, his wand still raised and ready.

"Are you alright?" I heard Ominis whisper to me, but I didn't answer. I didn't know how to answer.

My stomach twisted and turned with overwhelming anxiety and nausea. I had to grip the back of a chair to stay standing.

"Anne is... Anne is alive?" Sebastian whispered, his lip wobbling slightly.

"Yes, she's in the other room. I kept my promise. I found her. I found a suitable solution for a cure. We're roommates outside of Hogsmeade. She works with J. Pippins in his shop. She has a talent for potions, and he pays her well. I kept my promise, Sebastian. I saved her."

Thousands of emotions flashed across his face. "C-Can I see her... please?"

My heart twisted. His pleading voice pierced through me.

"I don't think you can... not now. I need to talk to her. She, um... she thinks..."

Sebastian cringed, his body shaking. "She thinks I'm a murderer?"

I nodded.

"So you turned me in and then turned my fucking sister against me?" He snarled, rage consuming his face.

Sebastian stood up so fast, his wand flickering with green magic.

It all happened within seconds.

Sebastian stepped forward.

Ominis threw his body in front of mine.

And Anne's voice screaming, "Expelliarmus!", rang out above it all.

Sebastian's wand went flying to the side.

#sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow fluff #ominis x sebastian #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt

[neurotypical-sonic]

I feel interested in vampire aus 👀 I'd love to hear your take

For some reason I am so self concious and embarrassed about my vampire au, be niceys to me

There's not a lot of world building behind it, like I've always wanted to write a fic where the world works differently to canon but instead of explaining it, you just dive right in with minimal explanation, and see how the veiwers interpret it. I like reading those and I think it'd be fun to try and write

The basic idea is that vampires need blood because their bodies can't produce their own. And so if they don't get it enough, that's when the blood hunger (??? craze?? idk what it's called but when they go feral) kicks in. You know how you get really intense cravings based on what your body is lacking? Like sometimes you just want to eat salt out of your hand? It's like that but with the added instinct of needed to Hunt Your Prey. And it's not just craving blood, it's also because you're actually starving, and in pain and desperate because of that, to the point where it clouds your thinking. Like how an average human would respond, but once again with the added supernatural instincts.

It takes a lot to get to that point, though. There's a difference between being hungry, not having enough fresh blood in your system so you're a little snappy, to Actually Fucking Starving. Blood craze is about your body starting to shut down so your brain starts lashing out in a desperate attempt to survive

There's a little more lore to it in my head, like how vampires function in general and like. how and why they exist, but I'm too tired to get into it rn plus it's not that important

The fic in my head is about Sonic, who is a vampire, being in that position. It's on Knuckles' pov, and Amy and Tails are there. Basically, things happened and as a result Sonic has been starved, like literally, and now they're all back and safe at (??? Tails' workshop maybe) but now they have to deal with This. None of them have been in this situation before, they don't know what to do or how to make it better. Seeing Sonic like this, in so much pain and lashing out and trying to hurt them because he can't think properly, is fucking terrifying because it's not like him at all. It's terrifying to see someone you know and love in that position, and it throws you off balance. Seeing someone whos usually so strong in such a weak and vulnerable position is gut wrenching. And they KNOW the easiest way to help, but they know that they can't do that, he'd end up killing them, so they have to do it the slower way (tails leaves to break in to a hospital and steal blood while amy and knuckles stay with sonic)

It sounds super lame now that I type it out shdjdjd. The focus is on the fact that this is a Scary Situation, not because of the fact that Sonic's a vampire, but because like fuck dude!! medical emergencies aren't fun and seeing someone you love Like That is fucking terrifying!! and Sonic's in and out of lucidity and knuckles cant figure out if he prefers it when Sonic's acting like a fucking rabid animal or when sonic is fucking terrified and shaking and depending on them to both keep him in check and comfort him. Sonic's ooc in this because that's the point. And also amy knuckles and tails trying to deal with everything that comes with a loved one trying to attack you, like you know it's not their fault but it also really scares you, and dealing with during All Of This would be. interesting to say the least.

Vivid mental image: in his desperation he ends up trying to bite himself and they have to scramble to get him to Not Do That. and they end up taping a bunch of cardboard together so he has something to bite and seeing him sitting there like that, jaw clamped down on some goddamn cardboard while he shakes and looks terrified, is so jarring, like it's something that knuckles would normally make fun of him for, the whole situation is ridiculous, sonic and his shitty new chewtoy, but it's not funny at all, it's devastating and the image is seared into his brain and he doesn't know how to deal with it

I started to write it yesterday while half asleep and god damn you can tell I was half asleep. It's not good sndndn I would like to finish it because it's such a vivid image in my head but also I'm so fucking embarrassed this is so self indulgent of me. hurt/comfort and vulnerability, yknow

#EMBARRASSING!!!!!! MIGHT DELETE LATER!!!!!!! #egg.txt #ask #libelelle #this is probably hard to read im exhausted rn