#im rating this on like jump scares

[italiansteebie]

I want to try my hand at the streamer!au

Streamer Eddie who plays exclusively horror games and makes it his mission to terrify himself and his audience, but sometimes there's a knock at the door and Eddie pauses his game. Eddie. The guy who once played through the whole night and didn't even stop to pee.

But whoever knocked must be important because Eddie doesn't think twice about pausing his game.

Streamer Steve who reviews games for kids and rated them on how suitable they are, makes sure they won't cause nightmares, or if they're appropriate to play in the presence of toddlers. And sometimes he gets up in the middle of his stream and only says "Hold on, Im spooked, Ill be right back." And he leaves, for just a second, and comes back with a blush on his face before resuming what he was doing.

And their fans think both of them are single.

Until Eddie tries to stream for 24 hours straight without leaving his room, and even his chair. And suddenly there's another person, and viewers can only see their hands when they reach across to feed Eddie. Some fans think it's cute, some think that Eddie is a monster for having someone feed him.

And Eddie reads that chat message to Steve who gets absolutely offended, and ruins the unintentional hidden relationship by moving into frame, his angry face looking like this " >:( " and he looks right into the camera, "Hey! It is a privilege to be able to feed him!" And he's mostly joking but he volunteered to do it because Eddie was planning on just not eating the whole time and he wasn't having that.

And the chat goes wild because Steve? steviereviews is corrodededdies boyfriend?

And suddenly it makes since why after that certain knock Eddie lowers his volume on the game and has a soft smile on his face. And it definitely cleared up who Eddie was taking about when he'd say "Sorry guys, gotta turn it down, it was scaring my baby." (Once his viewers learn that he's talking about his boyfriend and not an actual baby they are conflicted. How can this guy be so soft? And if we're talking about that, how can Steve be with a guy who loves horror? Steve who jumps every time the lights merely flicker? But some how it works).

#steve harrington #eddie munson #streamer au #streamer steve harrington #streamer eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie streamers #stranger things ficlet #stranger things

[dorabledewdroop]

FIRST TIME SMUT OKAY IM SORRY

18+ only pls if you’re younger avoid this?

Warning: Smut but also it’s really badly written I’m so sorry

Summary: a little misunderstanding Tony’s new AI leads to a pretty pleasant conclusion.

It’s not really dubcon because everyone has feelings for each other but they act on it before talking about it?

I wrote this in an hour and it’s my first time writing smut I’m sorry it’s not that great but I’m trying my hand let’s see.

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“I think it would be better if we tell her now” Natasha told Wanda. The both of them sitting in the kitchen while Wanda made breakfast for the team.

“What if she’s too scared? What if she says no? What will we do then? I don’t think I can handle that rejection, Nat” Wanda replied to her girlfriend, not looking her in the eye.

“You know that’s not going to happen, malyshka” Nat assured her.

It was no secret that you were hopelessly in love with the witch and the ex-assassin. Everyone knew about it. You weren’t exactly subtle when it came to it. Always avoiding to spar with both of them, flushing red anytime somebody even remotely teased you about it. Not to mention the fact that Wanda could always hear your thoughts about the two of them, never failing to blush at just how utterly smitten you were. It was getting ridiculous, why wouldn’t you just tell them? Could you really not see how they were flirting with you? Did you think that they would let just anyone cuddle with them during movie night? How about the fact that in the event of a nightmare, both of them would leave their shared room and ask to lay down besides you. Was that not clear enough? Could you-

Ms. Maximoff. Ms. Romanoff. Ms.Y/L/N appears to be in distress and calling for the two of you. Tony’s new beta AI ‘Wednesday’ interrupted the conversation.

Her vitals indicate increased heart rate and raised body temperature. She also seems to be repeating your names.

Sharing a concerned look they both rushed to your room

They were about to knock when they heard a loud ‘FUCK’

Not waiting, they barged into your room without knocking.

You yelped as the two of them entered. They noticed you were trembling, face flushed, and practically hyperventilating.

“W-what are you d-doing here?” You stammered, wide eyes darting between the two of them. “Detka, Wednesday told us that you weren’t doing well and that you were calling for us” Natasha said as she sat down beside you, causing a whimper to come out of your mouth. She noticed how your knuckles were white as you gripped the bed sheets. She was about to put her hand against your forehead when she glanced at your unlocked phone beside you. As soon as she saw the app that was open, she realised where the slight buzzing was coming from and put two and two together. Hiding her smirk she glanced at Wanda, and pointedly looked at your phone. Wanda’s eyes widened when she realised what was going on and grinned. Wanda slowly made her way towards your other side.

“I’m- shit- I’m fine” You muttered weakly. Closing your eyes, trying so so hard not to combust on the spot.

Without you realising, Wanda had taken your phone and increased the vibration setting to the second highest.

“Holy fuck.” You eyes widened as your chest started heaving, gripping the bedsheets even more.

“What’s wrong kotenok?” Wanda asked with faux concern. Running her finger up and down the side of your arm.

“Nothing. Just.. p-please leave. I’d like to be alone right now” You said, not looking at either of them in the eye. Trying so hard not to come right there. The vibrator inside you not doing you any favours. Why the ever-loving fuck did you not lock the door. You were going to kill Tony and his stupid AI.

“Are you sure you want us to leave, malyshka?” Natasha asked sweetly, looking at you as if she was going to eat you up-

Nope. Nope. You can’t think like that. You weren’t going to last and thinking like that definitely wasn’t going to help things.

“Holy fucking shit” You exclaimed, as the vibration jumped even higher. (Thanks to wanda. Not that you knew anyway)

“You know..” Wanda started

“If we did leave right now.. there’s something that we wouldn’t be able to tell you” Natasha continued.

Trying hard to control your breathing but failing. You were so close. You looked up at them in question.

They both leaned right next to either side of your head, their warm breath tickled against your neck.

“This is what we wanted to tell you” Wanda whispered

Natasha looked at her smirking and bit your neck.

“Come for us, baby” Wanda stated right next to your ear.

That’s it. That’s all it took. With a scream, you came. Your back arching, waves of pleasure leaving you writhing on the bed as they both helped keep you still. You just kept on coming, screaming their names until your voice gave out.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for us” Natasha praised against your ear, earning a loud moan. The vibration just didn’t stop, and soon enough, you were coming again. This time however, the vibration stopped.

You felt like you were about to pass out until you realised where you were and whom you were with.

Your eyes shot open as you began to apologise when you saw their hungry looks. Your words died in your throat. That’s when you saw your phone in Wanda’s hand.

“You- you di-“ you started weakly

Wanda shushed you.

“Just enjoy this sweetheart.” She said as she stroked your forehead.

“You’re not upset?” You asked feeling vulnerable.

“No, baby, we’re not upset. We were deciding to how to tell you that we feel the same way when Wednesday told us you were calling for us.” Natasha said

You blushed, turning your head into the pillow and groaning in embarrassment before you turned your head in shock at the two of them.

“Wait. You like me?” You asked, hopeful

“No baby” Wanda said chuckling.

Natasha slapped her arm when she saw your hurt look and hurriedly continued. “What she means is that we don’t like you, we love you”

Your lower lip trembled as you looked at them.

“I love you so much too” you whispered, each hand caressing their cheeks. Your heart melted when they both simultaneously nuzzled into your palms.

Unable to hold herself anymore, Wanda practically fell on you as she enveloped you in a hug, only pulling back when you let out a loud squeak. She looked at you in concern.

Your face burned as you explained “It’s.. um.. it’s still inside me”

Both of them looked at each other and laughed, much to your embarrassment.

“Guess we’ll have to do something about that” She replied with a smirk, slowly leaning towards your face.

You were going to kill Tony. Maybe just hug him too.

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I’m not a writer and definitely haven’t done this before. Pls tell me if you liked it and all thank you for reading.

#Wanda Maximoff x reader #Wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha romanoff smut #Wanda maximoff #Natasha romanoff #marvel #avengers #mcu

[tlouadditc]

roommate!ellie x f!reader [cont.]

WARNINGS: smut, 18+ ONLY, switch!reader, switch!ellie, reader is an anxious and shy ass bitch, strap on usage, ellie has a potty mouth [LMAOOO], degradation, praise, pet names [mostly baby and princess again], oral [e receiving], fingering [e receiving], a bit of dumbification and dacryphilia if u squint

word count: 1.7k, rating: MATURE

a/n: thanks for 300+ likes on the 1st part!! i hope u guys enjoy, im working on my writing so pls lmk if anything is confusing/weird, lmk 😭 enjoy! + this is not proofread sorry

she flashed a small smile before saying, "i'm okay, baby. get some rest." before you could protest, she got up and planted a kiss on your forehead. "let's get you to bed, princess."

the next day was awkward as hell. you don't know why, but you felt like you shouldn't talk to ellie at all that next day. maybe it was your fear of her getting randomly disgusted. maybe scared she'll bring it up and use it against you. she wasn't like that.. but your fear still made you ignore any unnecessary contact.

halfway through the day, your phone buzzes in your pocket. you check, and you see it's ellie. you nervously open it;

ellie: u okay? why rnt u talking to me?

you sigh, not wanting to scare her away. you quickly type:

you: im sorry, busy day :((

ellie: busy? maybe i can help you again, princess

that name again. maybe she still wanted this, you think. you exhale deeply before texting back:

you: movie night tonite?? ill be home by 6 :o

ellie: those lil emojis r too cute.. also hell yea!

you smile before hearting the message and putting your phone away. you're just overthinking again. everything is good.

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you finally finish your last class of the day, quickly packing your stuff and prepare to walk to your dorm. suddenly, your phone buzzes. it's ellie again.

ellie: outside! :))

confused, you walked outside to see ellie in her car, waiting for you. you happily walked [practically ran] to the passenger side.

"els!" you say, putting your bags down while looking at her with a big smile on your face. "you didn't have to."

"i wanted to." she said, just as happy as you. "don't want my princess walking home when i can pick you up."

she chuckles when she sees your face heat up, starting to pull off. "so," she begins, "what movie you wanna watch tonight?"

you think, long and hard, before answering, "a horror movie!"

she nods in approval before asking, "any movie in particular?" you shake your head and she says, "good, because i have a movie already; hereditary."

you slightly cringe. "sounds scary." no response from her, just a smirk. you take this as a moment to study her look her hair is down, meeting her shoulders, her lips slightly chapped, but still looking as soft as a pillow, her eyes attentive on the road ahead of her, her arms slightly muscular and defined in the sunset. as you take in all of her features, she glances over and smugly mutters, "like what you see?"

you snap yourself out of your trance, sitting up in your seat. "sorry," you mumble, making her laugh again. "don't be sorry," she replies, "when you're in those cute little skirts, i do the same."

your face flushes again, but before you could answer, you realize you're at the dorms and ellie's shutting the drivers door. jumping out the car and walking up to ellie, you utter, "thank you, els," and begin walking with her.

getting into the dorm, you quickly walk to your room. "ill order pizza," ellie yells, "be ready in an hour!" you were gonna yell out, "for what?", until you remember your movie night. "okay!" you yell, gathering clothes to freshen up.

in the shower, all you can think about is how tonight could play out. could you just watch the movie and never talk about what happened last night? would it happen again? would she completely reject you? it was too much to think about, too much to worry about. you wore your usual lounge outfit- shorts and an oversized shirt- and let your hair airdry.

walking out of the bathroom, you see the living room set up for your movie night [or date at this point]. "fancy set up," you utter, coming around to sit by ellie. "well, i wanted to make tonight special." for what? you want to ask, but you ultimately decide to not question it.

the movie starts, you're both eating pizza and actually paying attention. you can swear you feel ellie's eyes falling onto your bare thighs, but you ignore it. let her make a move, you tell yourself. don't wanna embarrass yourself.

as the movie goes on, you slowly lay onto her and get closer, feeling her wrap her arms around your waist. if you're honest, you can't even pay attention to the movie anymore; your body craves more of her touch, just how she did it last night. you whimper, getting flashbacks of her fingering you into oblivion.

"you alright, princess?" ellie asks, concerned tone, "movie's too scary?" you gulp, glancing up at her before shaking your head slightly and laying back down on her shoulder.

everything's becoming overstimulating; the rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her fingertips under your shirt and on your waist, rubbing up and down- you need something. crossing your legs and rubbing them together, you create friction to stop the throbbing in your core. you can feel ellie move her hand from your waist onto your thigh, making your breath hitch. you let out a quiet mewl as she moves her hand to your inner thigh, spreading your legs. she slowly moves her hand closer and closer to your cunt. "ellie," you silently whimper, breathing heavily under her touch. you hear her groan and whisper, "fuck this movie."

you turn your head to face her. she crashes her lips onto yours, passionately kissing you while cupping your core with her hand. your hips buck up, attempting to get any sort of pleasure. she smirks in the kiss, pulling back to say, "be patient, baby, i promise i'll make you feel good." you slowly move your hand over her crotch, palming at her soaked heat. "m'not letting you neglect yourself again," you say, locking eyes with her. "let me help you."

you kneel in front of her, small smile on your face. she hesitates before sitting back and helping you remove her shorts. the way you gaze at the glistening wet spot on her boxers makes her look away in shame. "it's okay," you reassure, making her bright red face look back at you as you slowly peel them off her body. her pussy is glistening with slick, puffy red lips hiding her swollen clit. you only do one touch and she's slightly squirming, gripping onto the couch for support. light touches on her dripping slit turn into your pointer finger stimulating her bud as you tease another into her sopping wet hole. she throws an arm across her face, attempting to muffle her whines. "am i doing good?" you ask, looking up with doe eyes. all she can do is nod before you fully extend your finger in her cunt. "god- so good, b-baby," she breathes, trying to keep her composure. without warning, you pump the finger in and out, filling the room with obscene sounds. kitten licks are applied to her swollen bud, making her moan your name with her head tilted back.

"m'gonna- fuck- cum all over your face, p-princess," she practically sobs, bringing a hand down to push you further into her pussy. you speed up, letting her take control of your head, as her heat squeezes around your finger and soaks the bottom half of your face.

both of you are catching your breath, completely fucked out. removing your finger, you pop it into your mouth, watching ellie's eyes lock onto your mouth. "you... you dirty slut," she mutters, getting up from the couch. you worriedly watch as she walks to her room, rummaging in a drawer. you start to freak out, thinking you did something wrong. you hear something.. buckling. you think she's leaving until she walks out something on:

a strap.

"get on the sofa," she demands, looking down at you with hungry eyes. you get up, and sit on the sofa, waiting for the next command. "so obedient for some cock, huh?" she teases, leaning down and slightly pulling at your waistband, signaling for you to take them off. you comply and she pulls your legs up, making you lay on your back with your legs thrown over her shoulders. she runs her hand over your heat, collecting slick and applies it to the strap. "you ready?" she asks, genuinely this time. you slightly nod, nervous about how she's gonna fuck you with this thing.

"such a pretty little cunt," she coos, slowly inserting the entire strap into you. the painful sensation causes you to let out a loud sob, making her shush you lightly and whisper, "i know, i got you, angel." once you adjust and she wipes your tears, she moves out slowly. "you okay?" she asks, keeping her eyes on your face as she moves. you nod, whimpering when the tip hits your cervix slightly. "i'm gonna go a little faster, okay?" she speeds up, just enough to make your mind go blank as you keep your eyes on her.

her calloused hands hold onto your hips, keeping you in place. she can feel herself getting wetter by the second just from seeing how fucked out you look, eyes rolling into the back of your head. "mm, going dumb on me, slut?" she utters, a stupid smirk on her face. you're unable to make sentences as you moan her name. all you can do is whimper and babble about how good it feels. "so pathetic," she'd breathe, "can't even speak properly from my cock." she speeds up, adding a thumb on your clit, making you go crazy. "m' so close," you cry out, eyes tearing up from how good it feels. she looks down, breathing heavy, before she says:

"go ahead, princess, cum on my cock like the slut you are."

your walls convulse around the strap, legs shaking while ellie continues to pump into you and talk you through your orgasm.

"go ahead, baby, just like that." she caresses your face and plants small, soft kisses as you come down from your high. "i got you."

after you completely recover from your orgasm, she slowly removes her cock from your cunt and goes to get things to clean you up. when she comes back, the strap is off and she has towels and some water. "you okay, angel? did i go too hard?" you shake your head and utter, "no, no, it- you were perfect." her face flushes as she helps you clean up.

as you guys cuddle, you have the urge to ask her the daunting question; what are we? you guys just started this, but you don't wanna just be a fuckbuddy.. but is now the time to ask?

[to be continued >:^) hope u guys enjoyed this long ass smut JESUS!]

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams audio #ellie tlou #ellie williams x black reader #ellie x f!reader #ellie williams #tlouadditc

[haruchuiyo]

Kisses and more kisses

A few scenarios with ran haitani with kisses included

content: fluff, suggestive, implied age gap and more fluff and a little emotional ran haitani. pet names such as: angel and sweetheart.

warnings: usage of swear words and guns. implied ageism.

it’s been a while since I’ve last posted, this been in draft for a while so hope it makes up for it :3

NOT PROOFREAD!

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You were on your computer on the couch typing in stuff necessary for your work, while you’re on the phone with a client when Ran enters your home. You see how he takes his jacket off rather lazily, places his weapon holsters on the floor and not bothering to properly place them in his safe locker. And you see how he afterwards does a beeline towards you. 

You put a finger on your lips to signal him you’re on the phone when you accidentally yelp lightly in shock when Ran pulls you towards him, he seems to be have been taking the opportunity to drag your form towards him by pulling on your legs. Because you were laying down on the couch, with your back against the armrest. You gave him a slight glare before continuing to talk to your client on the phone. 

Ran pulls your legs up so your feet were resting on the couch and he proceeds to place his chin on top of your knees. Just a few seconds after he lets out a sigh and spreads your legs before making himself lay flat down on the couch, he puts away your computer and lays with his chin down directly on top of your crotch. He seems more comfortable now. 

Continuing to talk to your client, you run your hands through his hair and lightly massage his scalp as he drags the hem of your shirt upwards. And rubs circles on your skin softly, seeming very determined staring at your skin and you smile at the sight. Until his cranes his face down to the inside of your thighs and softly places chaste kisses here and there while rubbing circles on it. Then he turns his head to place more kisses to your other thighs. And while he is doing it, you’re loving it. Your heart rate picks up and you slightly tug a little on his hair. And you swear you saw his lips slightly turn into a small smile. 

When he hears you telling your client to have a good day, he looks up from his kissing session and rubbing circles on your thighs. Then he lazily gives you a smile. ”Hi angel.” He softly mutters at you while you gently tell him hi back. 

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Ran wakes up hurriedly and in reflex he grabs his gun from below his pillow. He had heard a sound and when he looks beside himself on the bed, you’re nowhere in sight. 

His heart rate is picking up. He tries to calm himself down thinking maybe it is you who made the sound. When he hears quiet footsteps nearing the bedroom door, Ran stands in position. And when the door do open, Ran loads the gun and points it against whoever is on the door. When he sees its just you after hearing you gasp, he unloads the gun and sits down on the edge of the bed.

“I thought you were someone else, I thought you were gone.” He sounds scared, his voice shaking as he hides his face in his hands. When he feels your familiar hands on him, he cranes his neck up to look at you. 

“Its fine, I understand.” You try to reassure him but he shakes his head.

“No, its not fine. Haven’t you gasped I would have shot you.” After saying that, Ran gasps himself. His voice hitches when he speaks up again while standing up. He cups your face and you place your hands on his shoulders.

“Im so sorry angel,” he places quick kisses on your cheek. 

“I should have never jumped to conclusions.” A kiss on your nose. 

“Should’ve remembered you like to go downstairs for a night snack.” He places a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Ran, its fine. It comes with the job no? And I also should have told you something before I went to get something to eat.” You reassure him once again with a gentle and soft voice. You gently squeeze his shoulders before trailing your hands down to his waist. 

“Now you should eat something as well.” You tell him and he nods his head. “I should.” He smiles and at the sight of it, you smile as well. 

“I love you.” He tells you with a kiss on your lips and drags you towards the kitchen. 

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”Ran, you really got to clean up your stuff.” You tell him rather frustratedly. Ran turns to look at you from his place on the chair at your small dining table, he is munching on cereals. ”I’m older than you, you clean it up.” Now what he said isn’t meant to be like being shot in the heart by a arrow, but you clench your hands in a fist and walk up to him. 

”Now stop being a lazy fuck of an ageist and clean your shit up.” You tell him in a stern voice. Ran looks up at you surprised before the expression turns into a regretful one. ”Angel, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.” 

And he do seem genuine about it. ”Its fine, just clean up then continue eat your nasty cereal.” You tell him as he grins at your distaste at his choice of cereals. And he cleans up his stuff in a heartbeat as you continue to stack up the washed dishes in the kitchen drawers. As he got done, he goes to sit down on the chair again and finishes up his bowl off cereals. 

”Sweetheart.” He calls to you as you hum in reply while reaching the top of the locker to place a few plates. About to finally place it, a hand comes in from behind and properly stacks it in the locker. ”Thanks.” You give him a small grateful smile and was about to do something else when Ran halts you in your steps, by placing his hands on your hips. 

”Are we still good?” He genuinely asks you. Seems like he was more bothered about what he said himself than you. You slightly giggle before going your tiptoes to crane your neck up to Ran’s face. And you place a soft chaste peck on his lips and go back down on your feet. ”Of course we are.” You give him a genuine smile. 

”Then some more of the same kiss?” He grins at you and you nod your head gladly. And it didn’t go a second before he hauls you up in his embrace and kisses you on the lips. He walks backwards as you wrap your arms around his neck and he finds his way back to the same chair and sits down. The kiss felt so soft. His lips moving against you so gently as he smiles into the kiss. He lightly grips onto your hips and when he moves his hips up against you, a moan leaves your lips. What was supposed to be a loving kiss, turned into a desperate one. 

Pressing your lower body onto his crotch you wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him even harder. And you feel how Ran’s hands moves up from your hips to your chest only to cup your face. Which rather felt like he was holding both your face and has your wrapped in his hands. When he tugs on your lip and sucks on it, you moan into the kiss and Ran hurriedly presses his lips onto your again, as if to catch the pretty moan you just left out.

”I need to finish up the chores.” You mumble into the kiss, sighing softly when he pulls away to plaster kisses on your jaw. You feel him shake his head as if to say no. 

”Do it later, let's finish this up first.” He says before he groans when he feels how you move against his dick.

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Perversion

@turbulentscrawl triple dog dared me so heres tht thing i wasnt gonna write bvfbfvbihv im so sorry if this ooc lol

Photographer pls why u gotta call him "little gray mouse" pls im not normal now

Rated Explicit | Warnings: none

You never asked for more than what is willingly being given, you are content– Happy with what you have for easily you can have nothing at all. Being with Aesop means not always having the ‘standard’ relationship. Often you are doing most of the work, putting all that you have into this, supportive of this. You usually feel bad thinking you are pressuring the man to stay with you, maybe he thinks he has to out of pity.

Though he will reassure you he never felt pressed to stay, he is willing, and he loves you.

Intimacy, Ada says, is a key part of keeping a relationship stable. Sex is healthy and given the situation of this place and the high stresses, she says sex often can strengthen a bond. You… You like cuddling but sex? It never crossed your mind. It took a while for Aesop to get used to your physical affection, even laying on the same bed as you was awkward at first.

Maybe Dr. Ada is right. Maybe you bring it up… How do you bring this up!? She sympathizes with you before explaining to bring it up naturally.

That is why currently you stand beside the Embalmer as he restocks his embalming supplies.

“Would you have sex with me?” So you suck at naturally bringing up things.

Aesop dropped his bottle.

“Aesop!” You quickly pick up the bottle, luckily it was only one of the makeup bottles, “Are you okay?” Not too much spilled out.

“Are you?” Trying to gather his thoughts, “Why would you ask that?” He thinks something is wrong.

“Yeah, I mean… Dr. Ada said “To strengthen a relationship, sex helps”.”

He blinks a few times, you rely on his eyes to read his expressions as he always wears a mask, “Oh.” He had faced you but he turned back to his supplies, “No.”

“Oh, okay.” You go back to watching him work.

“It is not because of you,” Wording this as best as possible, “I don't like… That.”

“That?”

Aesop is quiet for a second then tries to explain, “It is… Dirty.”

“Dirty as a sin or the process.”

“Yes, no, the process.”

You make an ‘oh’ sound before a laugh, “Okay, nothing wrong with that! I know skin-on-skin contact is hard for you. Heh, I got scared it was because— Huh!?” His gloved hands hold your face, “Aesop.” His mask touches your lips as he kisses you, and you return the kiss.

His forehead is on yours as he speaks gently, “You are beautiful.” His eyes are on your face.

You hum softly, closing your eyes, “Sorry.” Your hands on his shoulders squeezing it as he kisses you again, “May I hold you like this.” Whispering the request. You might have unintentionally had negative thoughts, Dr. Ada warned you a rejection can bring up underlying feelings.

“Of course.”

You do not know what shifted after that day.

Aesop is a sweet lover, he has needs that are different from yours, but he often puts you first. When you need intimate affection like cuddles that require the bed, he gives you that time. But lately, he is trying the skin-on-skin contact in little ways. Kissing more often as his lips rather than the mask, he uses his bare hand to touch your face (one glove on though), and he is one asking for those cuddle times.

“No,” Blocking his kiss with your fan, “Aesop, you don't have to make up for anything.” The single glove on was a sign that something was off. Masklessly kissing you on the lip does happen just not always, he has sensory issues and you respect that. Plus, kissing his mask is cute especially when your rogue marks it.

“I– I am not,” You close the fan with one hand revealing your little frown, “I wanted to touch you… Properly.”

“You can at any time you want, love. But don't force it.”

He leans back nodding as he adjusts his mask back to his face, “May kiss you again?”

You smile before jumping on him a bit to kiss him a dozen times.

Naturally, you expected things to go back to normal, the subject was not brought about sex until much later.

When Joseph became involved.

There is a word for this Joesph said while speaking with you, ‘A ménage à trois’. The word sounds so sweet and smooth like silk from his mouth. Something he says with a hint of something you now realize is seduction.

Maybe the Photographer gave Embalmer this idea for there is no way he came up with this himself. Hell, you never knew they were friends—Ish, they seem to tolerate each other more than others.

As Aesop undresses you, you feel Joseph touch the newly revealed skin as soon the only thing you have on is your underwear.

“Cold?” His voice is low as his finger traces around your shifting nipple. You nod, unable to trust your voice, Aesop's hands hold your waist as Joseph’s lips take the nipple into his mouth, the Photographer's other hand teasing the other. You are grateful to lean against your lover, his mask pressed against your cheek as you quiver. “You will warm up in a moment.” You never realize how pretty the Frenchman looks, most of the time he terrifies you but right now he looks so pretty.

The foreplay is overwhelming, two pairs of hands, one with medical gloves on and the other bare but cold, makes you dizzy.

When you finally are on the bed, writhing as you grip Joseph’s unbound hair as feasts on you between your legs, Aesop removes his mask to kiss you. With every moan stolen by him, you were surprised he wanted to taste you. He tastes like mint, and you taste like that wine Joseph offered prior to this event. Calm the nerves barely.

Something in French is said and you whine as Joseph pulls away. Not for long as slips his cock into your well-prepared heat.

“Look at me.” You fight to keep your eyes open as Aesop holds you, “You are doing so well.” Caressing your cheek.

“They are tighter than I expected.” Joseph says after cursing under his breath, “Relax.” You try but you feel so full. Aesop looks at the way you squirm, his hand moving to your body but unsure where to touch first. “Here, rub lightly.” Joseph guiding Aesop's hand between your legs.

He can't directly feel the sticky substance of your essence but he can feel the warmth, the moan you let out has his cheeks burning brighter than it already is. It is very strange, the texture thick and the substance cloudy.

“Feeling brave enough to taste it, little gray mouse?”

Aesop shakes his head and rather sticks with kissing you.

“Aseop…” You moan out, “Ah.” This is so much yet not enough all at once. “Joseph!” Confused as he grazes something inside of you that has you seeing stars, “There! Please, please!” One hand on Joseph’s arm and the other holding Aesop's hand.

All night you had Joseph inside of you, touching you. All night, Aesop is there exploring you when he feels comfortable and always kissing you. The arrangement is, well, you would not mind doing it again.

#aesop carl #aesop carl idv #embalmer idv #embalmer x reader #aesop carl x reader #aesop x reader #idv x reader #idv x reader headcanons #identity v #identity v aesop #identity v embalmer #identity v x reader #idv #reader insert #identity v x you #idv photographer #photographer x reader #identity v photographer #joseph desaulnier x reader #idv joseph x reader

[tsumtsumrry]

Hi!! Could you maybe write about subrry waiting for reader to come home crying cause there's a thunderstorm and he's scared of them. But reader had a really bad day and comes home and starts yelling at him. He cries even more and then reader realises that he's in subspace and comforts him during the thunderstorm, but Harry is a bit hesitant cause of how she just acted.

I desperately need subrry😫 im so obsessed with him, he just melts my heart🌸❤️‍🩹

hi hi. so sorry this took so long but i really do hope that you enjoy. i hope i helped your idea come to life 🤍🤍🤍

A hiss leaves his lips as he picks too deep into his fingernail for the sixth time. He sighs deeply and looks anxiously out the window. The storm outside only looks like it’s getting stronger and angrier as time goes on. The anxiety that’s bubbling in his stomach and settling in a deep pressure on top of his chest is causing him to fidget relentlessly. 

Harry hates thunderstorms. Absolutely despises them. He hates it even more that you’re out on your own during one. He doesn’t know what he would do if something happened to you while you were out there. 

He’s been feeling so small and helpless the entire day and he thinks he knows what it is, but he’s desperately hoping he’s wrong and trying to fight it off. You’re not here to take care of him and he knows all about the stressful week you’ve had. You barely have any time for him. You barely even have time for yourself. He understands and he’d never get upset at you for things that are beyond your control, but he can’t stop the feeling of the anxiety in his stomach. 

A thunderclap nearly makes him jump out of his skin and he curses at himself internally when he feels tears sting at his eyes. He always feels bit stupid when he lets himself fall into these little “spells” as he calls them. It feels like his mind crawls into such a tiny space that only you can pull him out of. It certainly doesn’t make it any better that you’re the one he’s worried about and you’re not here to take care of him. 

His eyes scan your front yard once more as he stares out the window helplessly. He exhales a shaky breath and as soon as the breath leaves him he knows that the sobs aren’t far. His hands start to shake in a way that he hates and his breaths quicken. 

Warm tears flow down his cheeks freely as he sobs, he can’t bring himself to get away from the window, anxiously awaiting your return. 

He can barely hear it over his heart pounding in his ears when you finally show up. Everything stops when he notices you though. It feels like his heart rate slows and then speeds up again when you step into the house, a vexed look on your face. 

He scrambles up from where he was sitting, immediately rushing over to you with a shaky voice and hands, “are you alright? I was so worried—” he can barely make it through his sentence as he fights through sobs. 

You’ve had a terrible day at work, every single person has found every single way to piss you off and you think you might explode if your mind and body are dealt any more stimulation right now. 

You feel your headache flare at the tone of his voice and the way he begins to cling to you before you’ve even had a chance to take off your shoes. You try to gently pry him off you, but he insists on hanging on to you and crying like he hasn’t seen you in months. 

The idea that he could be in a small headspace doesn’t even cross your mind, the only thing you can think about is how goddamn irritated you are. 

It seemed like everything that could possibly go wrong in a day, went wrong today. With every turn you took, there was something there to screw you over. You woke up late this morning, the coffee machine apparently decided to break, the traffic was horrendous on the way to work and the way back, your boss was his usual pervy asshole self only ten times worse, and even your work friend called out and wasn’t there to lift your spirits. The worst part, though, is when you cut your hand. You’re incredibly squeamish with blood and you hate being injured. It makes it even worse that you were at work and couldn’t cry about it in the comfort of your own home. 

Harry grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it softly and mumbling about how much he missed you and needed you until he accidentally kisses over the open cut. 

You hiss loudly and push yourself away from him, “Jesus christ, Harry.” You groan out loudly in very apparent frustration and Harry flinches back slightly, “that fucking hurt.” 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry baby, what happe—” When he tries to reach for you again you step back and scoff to yourself. 

“Would it kill you to leave me the fuck alone for two seconds? I work Harry. I have to go to work. It was shit and you’re sitting at home crying like some lost puppy while I’ve had one of the worst days–” 

“Let me help–!” 

“Damn it, Harry. Stop!” you don’t really register the volume and bite in your tone as you speak. Your stinging hand and bad mood have completely consumed your focus. You also don’t register the way Harry’s face drops and he stumbles back as if you just hit him. 

“Please just–”

It’s when you shoot him a look that could literally kill, that he finally breaks. Tears pool in his eyes and it feels like his skull is throbbing at the way you’re pulling away from him. He just wants to help you, make you feel better, make you feel good. He needs to be close. He needs it more than anything right now. 

“I’m sorry” he murmurs quietly, his head bowing down and his eyes trained to the floor. His train of thought is going to dark and self-deprecating places. He doesn’t deserve to take care of you, kiss you, touch you. He doesn’t even deserve to look at you right now. 

“I’m so sorry, miss. I’m—I’ve been trying really hard all day to be good—” his voice breaks and he shakes his head to stop himself from speaking any further when you haven’t given him permission. 

Your heart drops. When he mumbles out your title it’s like a wave of complete understanding hit you. It’s followed by a wave of guilt. Heart-wrenching guilt consumes your body as you watch him take deep, troubled breaths and his lips trembling to keep himself from crying, most likely in hopes that he doesn’t upset you any further. 

As your eyes flutter closed and you sigh, your head shakes in disappointment in yourself. You have a responsibility. A very important responsibility that’s vital to your relationship and how you two operate. You’re meant to take care of him. Your poor sweet baby boy has been here all day panicking, deep into his subspace, yearning for you to come home and make him feel loved and safe, only for you to snap at him the second he thought he’d finally get the care he desperately needed.  

Your touch makes him jump as if he didn’t expect it. His eyes immediately shoot up to meet yours with a look akin to fear in them. 

He’s scared. You’ve scared him. 

“I’m so sorry, my baby. Why didn’t you tell me?” you coo at him, trying to keep your voice even and low to not startle him any further. 

“Sorry? No no…” he mumbles. “I’m sorry. I was bein’ bad, wouldn’t listen. M’so sorry, miss. Are you going to puni–” 

“No.” you speak so firmly that you soften your tone on the next words when you speak again, “I am not punishing you. There is nothing for me to punish you for. You did absolutely nothing wrong. I know how much the thunderstorms get to you. I should have been way more considerate and gentle with you. I made the mistake, not you, Harry.” 

He looks at you quizzically, as if he thinks it’s a trick, but when your eyes soften, his follow suit. You sigh a breath of relief as his body starts to melt into your touch.  He still feels a little stiff though. You know how sensitive your baby is and with the way you just acted, you're not surprised that he's cautious.

“Okay.” he nods slowly. 

“Do you want to tell me what’s got you so worked up?” you offer, hoping that letting him open up and talk about it while you hold him will help him feel better, “c’mon let’s go sit on the couch.” You instruct after he nods. 

He lays his head on your chest and lets you in on everything he’s been struggling with today. Your heart breaks more and more with every word but the way he’s clinging to you like you’re his lifeline is doing some work to mend it. You brush your hands through his hair and reassure him until he falls into a deep sleep. 

Finally feeling safe, finally with you. 

#harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles ask

[campbyler]

okay I collapsed…

Was expecting a masterpiece but thea you really outdid yourself with this one.

I was already freaking out reading the first half of the chapter, but the second half had me floored. Just in case you have the audacity to doubt your excellence, I come with receipts.

to clarify I was lying down the entire time… (this was taken a few mins after i finished the chapter so yes that final jump was in fact cuz of that last part)

i loveeed the car stuff, MIKE TRUSTING WILL WITH THE CAR AND WILL BEING ALL SKXKJSKXIS WHILE ALSO FREAKING OUT LOVEEE THEM

THE PERCY JACKSON MENTION LOWKEY KILLED ME, SO TRUE

the Starry Night Over the Rhône is actually one of my fav Van Goghs as well, got it on my wall at home

I also just maybe happened to wear a comfy oversized Van Gogh hoodie while reading this💀

OKAY BACK TO THE TWO IDIOTS IN LOVE

THE SKETCHES AND POOR JADE, MIKE BEING “JEALOUS” ISTG HE’S INSUFFERABLE.

ALSO I FEEL LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO START GETTING DRAWINGS FROM WILL REGULARLY AFTER THIS.

WILL BYERS IS SO FUCKING DOWN BAD THAT IM GEN SCARED FOR HIS WELL BEING BUT GOOD FOR HIM

NO HIS BRAIN IS GENUINELY NOT FUNCTIONING ANYMORE, BUT IT’S OKAY CUZ NEITHER IS MINE AFTER THIS

SPEAKING OF ME NEVER RECOVERING, THE WAITRESS AND MIDDLE SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS MIKE WHEELER WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

THE PHOTOBOOTH!!!! SOMEONE DRAW THOSE PICS ASAP IT’S A NECESSITY. DEF ONE OF MY FAV PARTS OF THIS CHAPTER

ALSO SOMEONE IS SOOOOO ABOUT TO FIND THOSE PICS

honestly I cant even comment on that last part other than im deceased and a lil bit stressed.

IM KIDDING I CAN COMMENT THEA WTF. WILL AFTER REALIZING HE’S BEEN ON A DATE WITH MIKE WHEELER THIS ENTIRE TIME, YOU’RE A LIL BIT LATE BESTIE BUT ALL FORGIVEN

ALSO HE’S SO IN LOVE I FEEL SO SINGLE LIFE IS CRUEEEEL

*PLAYS BABY BY JUSTIN BIEBER*

OH GOD MIKE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER??? SUNI GOOD LUCK AND SEE YA SOON CANT WAIT

ris this entire thing is INSANE which is a very appropriate energy to have to match the insanity of 9.2 <3 from the heart rate to the VAN GOGH SHIRT (and the great taste of preferring the rhône) this has gone down in history as one of my fave comments we have ever received!!!!!! can't wait for you to see what suni has in store for ch10 (spoiler alert: she is also insane)

#asks #ch09 #acswy spoilers #like i simply can't even reply to every part of this it's just so good

[trash----panda]

idea go brrrrrr

Just a general idea of a seperate but equal(but not really) society of humans and mythics. Human gets kidnapped by a naga to be prey but the naga has so much guilt they have to keep trying to hype themself to eat it. The human attempts to talk it out to escape death, a little "do you like movies" was all it took really to get the snake talking "i really like movies" he mumbled

The human took this chance "maybe we could go see one, i-i wont tell the cops come on"

The snake stares for a moment "i would like that... But i gotta eat you! Im hungry a-and normal food isnt cutting it anymore" he whined and attempted to grab the human's feet in his mouth, just getting a kick to the cheek. It took a moment to react, the human was afraid it'd be anger but the reptile just flopped over sobbing. It was akward seeing your captor crying over a kick so he just had to wait it out. Almost as soon as the crying quieted the snake tried again, this time holding the humans feet so he couldnt kick. Apologizing in between sobs before finally getting a good grip. Even with all the struggling the human couldnt do anything, getting squeezed down into the naga's tail. He didnt fight after being deposited into the stomach, what could he do? He was trapped. The snake on the other hand just starred at the lump, sure it felt good but.... It was a bad idea, but he was prone to those, hesitantly going to the movies.

He could only hope the small lump wasnt visable. He picked something most people would like, getting a ticket and headed inside. He'd made sure it was something that'd been out awhile so it wouldnt be busy. As soon as the lights dimmed and he knew he was alone he hacked the human up, dropping the slobbery mess on his tail so he wouldnt soil the chair. Small apologies escaping as he started to quietly cry again. The dazed human simply trying to figure out where he was, hesitating before telling his assailant "it's fine" those words set it off, the snake had to bite his arm to muffle the sobs, immediatly blaming himself. He could smell the blood, he'd hurt it, it was gonna hurt him he was gonna-

The human pat his head, he hadnt even noticed them getting close, watching as it slowly moved into a hug. Shifting slightly to hug back, going dead silent as he held the tiny figure whod been trapped inside just moments ago.

"do you like this movie?" His voice rang with fear, making the snake flinch

"no.... i thought you might?"

"....i do" he chuckled softly, holding back tears, he was trying his best to pretend he wasnt scared "it's stupid- i-i meant to watch it when it came out and now im seeing it cause not even a snake wants me"

He could hear the tiny heart beat against his, the dude was cute enough, maybe... "n-not as food, maybe something else?" Smooth, really smooth, he just felt dumb now.

The human blushed, the naga didnt even notice "like friends?" Great now he was wrecking it too, he heard the snake's heart rate jump, maybe that meant something.

He swallowed hard, he had to just spit it out, just maybe "if you want" crap, save it, save it "o-or this could be a first date?" Now you seem even more stupid-

The human nodded, pretending to consider it "y-yah... but only if you get popcorn"

The joke got a chuckle out of the snake, putting the other at ease, he didnt even remember his scrapes at this point.

That's all i got, suffer, good bye

#sfw vore #v.ore #unwilling prey #naga pred #human prey #safe v/ore #unwilling vore #unwilling pred #wholesome vore #vore story

[tzuyuscloud]

Virtual Reality- (Smau)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

01. Guess who’s going to Seoul?

you jolted from fear as your character crouched around in the dark, your heart rate was high indicating that the monster was near you. Deciding to take a run for it, you sprinted towards the exit, your palms were filled with sweat as you could hear your character’s breathing increase dramatically as the music got louder.

“holy fuck!!” you jumped out of the chair as a jump-scare popped out leaving the screen black with big red letters that read, ‘game over.’

You clutched your oversized shirt as you tried to gain life after the graphics of the scare, “fuckk bro that was wild” you laughed to yourself. Looking around remembering that you were at the gaming cafe and not your own cozy bedroom with your own PC because your mother took it away from you for “excessive use”

“Would you like a refill?” one of the workers came up to you, quickly shaking your head no you packed your stuff up and logged out of the computer. Forgetting you had your phone on dnd for hours, you were surprised to see a few messages from your worried mother.

You mentally groaned swiping through the rest of the notifications when your eyes landed on a dm from the popular esports team Tokki.

“Oh my gosh, is this a scam??” you voiced your thoughts aloud. Nothing else ran through your mind but the message as you made your way home

-

The moment you entered the house you were face to face with your mother who was not happy at all but you on the other hand, could not stop cheesing.

“Mom mom mom I know I shouldn’t have been gaming but just listen hear me out.” You sat her down while holding her hands in yours.

“What is it you’re scaring me” her brows furrowed and you could tell she was worried.

“what if I join a professional gaming team?” you mumbled knowing she wouldn’t let you. Its not like you need her permission anyways you are 18 but then again you always sought validation since you were a kid. You clenched your teeth as your mind quickly filled with negative thoughts of different ways she could say no.

‘Professional gaming isn’t real’

‘They’re scamming you into giving them money’

‘No, you are going to law school and that is final.’

You felt tears building up as your mind flooded with these negative thoughts, overwhelming yourself.

“What team is it?” you lifted your head up, staring into your mother’s soft eyes as she had a small smile on her face. “Im willing to let you try it out, but I will need to know who is the head of this team, where you’re sleeping, who is all there, I need numbers, emails and addresses so that I know my baby will be okay” she gasped as you jumped up off the couch doing spins around the coffee table.

Summary: You were scouted to be on a pro esports team when you started to find yourself falling for the leader, Minji as well as Hanni. Leaving you in difficult situations that eventually effect your performances. As Minji starts being harder on you, you can’t help but lean on Hanni for support, but deep down you wonder if any of them feel the same way you feel for them.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

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tags

#kpop gg #kpop scenarios #le sserafim #aespa #loona #new jeans #kpop smau #aespa smau #le sserafim smau #loona smau #esports au

[minecraftbed]

a desertduo fic based on the songAugust by flipturn

it’s so them right im not delusional

August: a song about a relationship that only works out during the month of august, wherein it seems perfect. After august it falls apart, until the next august comes around. 

title: octagonal

wordcount: 971

rating: T

ao3: HERE

“Hey, catch.”

Grian barely had time to finish pulling off his sweater before something equally as red entered his peripheral. He jumped backwards with a squeak and a fluff of wings, the object landing by his feet with a thud. An apple, shiny like glass under the desert sun.

“That wasn’t… you can’t just throw things at me, Scar—” the words were annoyed but laced with amusement as he adjusted his tank top. “—and expect me to react on time.” 

“Well,” Scar bit into his own fruit like an animal, juice running down his fingers, down his wrist, down his arm. “What if I’d been an enemy?”

“You aren’t.”

“And…! —And what if that had been TNT.”

Grian sighed. “Then I wouldn’t have wanted  to catch it, would I?” 

Scar took a second, canting his head and staring at him, apple frozen in motion towards his mouth. Then, the lightbulb went off. “Oh…” a chuckle. “Oh, I guess not.” 

It was contagious; the way they bickered and laughed, the constant back and forth as they worked. Hands splintered from planks of wood, then calloused from rough sandstone bricks. The foundations of their new …home… were beginning to take place. 

(Really, it was Grian doing the work. Scar stood around shirtless and thought up ways to scam people.)

The sun, high in the sky, unchanging as they changed beneath it. 

————————————-

The new world was different.

Grian noticed it from day one; the shift in tone, they went from orange to blue. 

It didn’t help that there was the looming threat of what everyone was calling ‘the boogeyman’. As if they were twelve. As if the insatiable, sudden need to kill one of your friends was as light as the stories parents told their children so that they would go to sleep.

Maybe it was, Grian hadn’t experienced either. 

But he felt the effects. People stood further away during conversations, hands itching by their sides ready to draw. No one wanted to be alone, either, but it was worse to be alone with another. Anyone could turn. Anyone could kill.

The curse brought on an ultimatum: them or you. And who in their right mind wouldn't choose the former? 

It was dark when he saw Scar for the first time. Part of him knew he should be cautious, memories burnt fresh into his brain of blood on his sword, in his hair, his skin. Together they had taken down everything and everyone, including themselves. Behind that annoying lopsided smirk and fake diamond armour, Scar hid what he was capable of. 

Grian wasn’t scared of his violence. No, no. His words, they were a completely different thing to fear.

“...So I can’t put you on the back of a llama and take you to the desert?”

It hurt, in an unexpected way. The type of way where you end up angry at yourself for not preparing on time. His mental walls were only half constructed, architecturally weak, and Scar had found the point to prod on his first try. Grian laughed, shrill and light as his heart crawled further inside. 

He needed severance.

“Hey… have you tried transferring a life yet?” 

The new world was different.

“No, I haven’t!”

He would be different.

————————————-

His throat stung, dehydrated lips cracked. Grian’s scream would unendingly echo throughout the ravine.

He waited, and waited, and waited. Alone in the desert, dizzy with heatstroke, uncertain of what was to come. When Scar finally showed up, he wasn’t sure if he was real or a mirage; he spoke to him anyway. 

The flowers. Lilacs and poppies. Grian clutched the wilted bundle in his fist, torn between them and the new shade of Scar’s eyes.

“Can we still be friends?”

Could they? Did Grian care if they couldn’t? It was just stupid rules of a stupider game. Half of everything was made up on the fly, and the other half broken whenever someone felt like it. They were too carefree, when nothing was there to enforce them. 

Grian didn’t want to admit it, but somewhere along the muddied lines, his obligation had grown into greedy devotion. He needed Scar, and Scar needed him. At least if they got any more parasitic the vultures would have something to feast on. 

“I think so? I still owe you my first life,” and the one after that, and the one after that.

They rearranged their sleeping quarters that night, silently communicating as they pushed two beds together. It was sticky and humid, but their hands stayed entwined until morning. 

Grian left the flowers on the windowsill, with thought that they would dry. 

————————————-

Grian had never experienced the boogeyman curse, but he had felt the effects.

“At least his bed is out here, so we don’t have to ruin his lovely house.”

That was something, right? 

They had built the obsidian spawn-camping death trap OUTSIDE of his lovely house. For that, Grian deserved a pat on the back. Joel gave him a funny look as the words left his mouth, the absurdity of the situation crawling down his spine. 

They needed these lives. Scar… Scar had too many. He didn’t need them like him and Joel did. —- Hell, he would lose them himself soon enough. All they were doing was stopping such an important resource from going to waste.

The method was… justified. 

So when Scar refused their offer, backing away from his beloved mountain, spewing lies, silver tongue tangled, Grian didn’t feel bad, loading his crossbow with bolt after bolt. Each one finding a place in flesh, in armour. Scar had made his choice.

At the end of the day, his heart was just a muscle behind his sternum. 

And Grian only knew how to touch skin when it was to brush away stray grains of sand.

#scarian #desert duo #hermitshipping #ask #last life #third life #the desert is their august <3 fear not it will come around again #sry if u didnt want something sadish lol august isnt a happy song i dont think #thank u tho anon i freaking LOVE flipturn i am so glad u sent this its SO them #i have some prompts left to fill but feel free to send more!!! anyone for dd or ethubs #this is switching between tl and ll if its not easy to tell

[starlitmark]

Pairing: Wonwoo x gn!reader

Genre: comfort, fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: sickness, mentions of medicine

Word Count: 547

Note: this is shamelessly self indulgent and completely unedited please do no perceive me

When Wonwoo woke up to find you not in bed next to him he knew something wasn’t right. He always woke up before you no matter the day’s plans. Then he heard it, you were coughing somewhat hard, it was in the direction of the kitchen so that’s where he heads off to. You hadn’t even heard your boyfriend shuffling through the apartment. You were far too occupied trying to control your annoying cough and making yourself some hot tea to soothe it hopefully. When you turn around to get the tissues you nearly jump out of your skin seeing Wonwoo standing there, hair still messy from sleep and his glasses resting low on his nose.

“You scared me,” you rasp out, hand on your chest hoping to calm your heart, “when did you wake up?”

You walk towards him and reach up to fix his glasses and brush his dark hair out of his eyes. He smiles sweetly at your gesture before responding.

“Just now.” his voice riddled with sleep, “Are you sick? Do you want me to take care of things?” “It’s just a cold-” you interrupt yourself with a rather hard cough.

“Go lay down,” he requests, “you’re clearly not feeling good, I’ll make your tea and get you something small for breakfast.”

He finishes his statement with a small kiss on your forehead, normally he wasn’t very physically affectionate, it just wasn’t his style. When he does show affection like this you know he’s full-heartedly in his mindset ready to take care of your every want and need. He always gets like this when you feel even the slightest bit sick. He pets your head lightly and pulls you against his chest. You, out of habit, rest your head against his sternum looking up at him as he continues to pet your head.

“Is it too early for soup? I’m just thinking about what’ll help your throat stop hurting too much. Did you want any medicine too?”

You giggle at him, which ends up making you cough, “It’s okay Woo, I’m quite content with just tea for right now.”

“Are you sure? I can always run out and grab anything you need.” he offers.

“Woo,” you smile, sniffling slightly, “it’s okay, you don’t need to go overboard taking care of me today.”

“I’m not! I just hate when you’re sick. I just want you to get better as quickly as possible.”

“I appreciate it a lot sweetheart, I really do, but it’s just a little cold. I’ll go lay down like you want me to but really, you don’t have to leave this early in the morning to get me anything. You don’t need to cook for me either, I promise, I’m happy just having tea and hopefully having some cuddles this morning.”

“I think that can be arranged.” he smiles brightly, showing the indents you call whiskers, “I don’t have to meet with Mingyu until 2. You’ll be okay with me going out for the afternoon though.”

You pout at him, “Wonwoo, I have a cold not a critical illness that needs 24/7 care.”

He chuckles quietly, “I know, I just want to take care of you is all. Now, go lay down, I’ll be there when your tea is ready.”

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[ghouljams]

ah, i realize ive been liking a lot of your posts at an alarming rate IM VERY SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO IYGRWGFHERU i took a break from tumblr and have just spent the day catching up on everything i missed (my bad:( ) BUT WOW SCRUMPTIOUS AS ALWAYS THANK YIU FOR THE FOOD GODBLESS HOLY FUCK. YOUR KNIGHT N PRINCESS AU GOT ME SOBBING ITS SO WELL WRITTEN I WANT TO SCREAM (1fae1 and viking!soap still has me bouncing your writing is SO insnae oh my god AND THE DEMON DARLINGS? i was having SUCH a blast bingeing) BUT. still standing on the hill of goose being my favourite god im so in love with her WITCH IS A CLOSE SECOND please please just one chance... 🧎 🧎 🧎 (i get disembowelled) im like, so serious about this. your goose x reader fics are my favourite fucking thing in the world. goose (and on occasion witch, ...i think im just very gay) is the only one that can make me squeal and giggle and run laps around my room you dont understand the visceral squealing that was happening. the cod men? yea im hyperfixated but like ehhh🙄 mid. just some guys. some dudes. got me straight faced no expression i read for mindless entertainment. (/hj) LMDEFOIGRJGRTUGTOGFEWFER BUT GOOSE?? IM BARKING IM MEOWING ANYTHING PLEASE JSUT ONE CHANCE IM CRAWLING ON MY KNEES ARRURRYRGHRRRR 👹 👹 👹 👹  (so sorry for being abnormal in your ask box im done now 😔)

Be abnormal in my inbox I'm loving it. I'll write some Goose x reader just for you my love(and for me)

The only thing worse than Halloween in the city is Halloween in the country. There seems to be nothing these people enjoy more than scaring the hell out of the city folk unlucky enough to wander into their "haunted trail" or "corn maze of doom." Popular attractions that boasted what looked like startlingly real entrails, and over excited ranch hands revving chainsaws at anyone that walked too close. It's the best, you would spend every weekend out here if you could. Especially if it means getting a peak at the real attraction.

You've seen more than one person posting on social media about one specific corn maze's "killer". The mask is nothing special, one of those blank white party masks, but the bursts of laughter and physicality of the woman under it? You were a little smitten.

Smitten enough to be leisurely as you wander the maze. You're properly spooked by the glowing eyes in the corn, the growing sense of unease as you come across blood splatters and viscera, even the other scare actors jumping out to make you run for the next turn. Still, none of them are who you're looking for. You're not quite paying attention to the maze, you don't think you're lost, but you're starting to worry you'll get out before you ever meet your favorite scare.

You shouldn't have been.

You turn away from your fifth dead end and come face to face with her. Everything about her is curated to inspire danger, her clothing ripped and splattered with blood, the grimy mask leaving just enough room for her eyes to shine through it, down to the butcher's knife clutched in her hand. Deep crimson liquid drips off the startlingly realistic blade and onto her boots. Her posture makes you feel like you're staring down a wild animal, her movements unnatural as she takes a step towards you.

Despite all of that your heart skips a beat for a reason so far from fear you're actually a little worried about your mental state. You're frozen at the sight of her, unsure how to drag out this moment. You want to say something. Fuck what do you say to a scare actor you're more than a little in love with?

"You're supposed to run sugar," She tells you, tipping her head to one side. You giggle nervously at the affection, watching her flip the knife in her hand. She hums, hunching her shoulders to tip her head further, looking at you sideways. "It's no fun if you don't run, you want this to be fun don't you?" You nod, you think she wants you to say yes and you desperately want to do what she wants. "Then go on baby," She presses, straightening to her full height, "run."

She stands to the side as you sprint past her, you feel the wick of metal against your leg. When you look down your pant leg has a fresh cut right at your thigh. That's a real fucking knife. Christ, that's a real knife. Why does that make you so excited?

You glance behind you and she's gone. Your disappointment is short lived, you're forced to stop short by her cleaver cutting through the tall stalks of corn on your left. Her eyes wild with excitement as you start to wonder if this is maybe... not a haunted corn maze. She flips her knife and swings at you. You duck with a sharp yelp and take off running again. You don't bother checking behind you again, you take turns quick and haphazardly. You hear the 'shick' of her knife as she cuts the air behind you and you know she's on your tail.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your breath heaving as you run. Despite the adrenaline you can't help responding to her wild laughter with some of your own. You're having fun. Really terrifying fun, but fun none the less.

You turn into a dead end and stop short, just as you feel fingers grab the back of your neck. Your pursuer tugs you back against her chest, the edge of her knife pressing tantalizingly against your throat.

"Well that was unlucky," She tells you, low and sweet against your ear. The plastic of her mask hardly dampens the feeling of her words. You shiver, careful of her blade as you swallow.

"Fuck you're hot," You blurt out, adrenaline making you significantly less eloquent than you would have liked. You cringe a little. She snorts.

"That right?" Her fingers drift from gripping your neck to your hair, scratching your scalp before grabbing tight at the base. The ache of it is pleasantly sharp, you get the feeling that this isn't part of the scare. "Always fun when y'all come through," She breathes, talking to herself. You press back against her, feel her slot her knee between your legs as you do. You were just trying to put some distance between yourself and the edge of the knife, but this feels like something totally different. "You want me to slice you baby?" She patronizes, barely a whisper against your ear.

"No," You grit, although...

"No," She coos, "You want mean Goose to fuck you, right?"

"I'm not supposed to play with my food," She stands, "so call me once you get your head on. Probably won't be workin' by then."

She nods your head for you, careful of her knife, before pushing you to the ground. You scramble to crawl away from her, turning onto your back when you hear her crouch. She pushes her mask up with a wicked grin, still holding all the intent you'd been running from. This feels more dangerous than her knife. Something about her teeth, the way they're bared for you, sets you on edge. You think it's seeing her face, that makes this feel more real.

You recognize her. Goose. She helped jump your car when it died in town. She'd seemed so nice. She tugs a slip of paper from her back pocket and tosses it towards you.

#x reader #oc x reader #oc: goose #this barbie is going to fucking get u #kink tags #knifeplay #pred/prey dynamics #slasher!Goose #I guess????? #grrrrrrrrr I want her so fucking bad #f!oc #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #ghoul speaks #Goose you can do whatever you want forever #is she really a scare actor or is she gonna kill you idk #I don't CARE fucking slice and dice me goose

[kiliofdurinsline]

So I'm at work yesterday, just finishing up a shift, cleaning things up for transition to the closing crew, when my barista comes out of checking the bathrooms in a RUSH and is like ‘SHRAPNEL THERE’S A SPIDER ON THE BATHROOM WALL AND IM SCARED’

Now context: I am afraid of spiders. I Do Not Like Them. BUT! I also have a variant of the Mom Friend Override that I call Manager Override – if I’m the senior-most person on shift, I can take care of horrid things. If my SM is there, I pass the buck to her, but if not? I can do so many things I cannot normally do. I can deal with a nest of cockroaches. I can scrub ecosystems of mold out of trash cans.

So I’m like, I’m rough, I’m tough, let’s see this spider. “Show me,” I say. Barista takes me into the bathroom and points at the far wall. I look at it from a safe distance. “Yep,” I say, “that’s a spider.” It’s one of those nasty chunky-legged ones, thick black body and thick legs you can see clearly distinguished from one another.

Another important context: we just got a nice new vacuum in the store. I have no idea what prompted this purchase, as we usually just sweep & mop. It mostly chills in the back of house just existing. But we have it. And in thinking over how I want to deal with this Very Large Chonky Spider, I remember this vacuum.

“Ah-ha,” I think to myself, “I’ll just vacuum the fucker up and be done with it!”

“I’m gonna vacuum it,” I tell my barista. “But then it’ll be alive in there!” “Nah, the big one should have enough suction, it’ll kill him getting through all the filters to the bin thing.”

I bring said vacuum out to the bathroom. Lobby’s a little busy, but no one pays me any mind as I wheel a normal household vacuum into a café bathroom. I’m wearing a Nametag and am walking with Purpose – no one questions me.

I plug in the vacuum by the sink and creep closer as I unwind the cord. “Your minutes are numbered, buddy,” I tell the spider as I unhook the hose. I ready the hose and hit “On”.

Immediately the spider starts running up the wall. “Fuck, he’s fast,” I think, and no sooner has the thought crossed my mind than the spider lifts. off. the. damn. wall. I jump back, horrified, terrified, ready to scream several choice curse words as the Fucker starts swirling around the room like the Wicked Witch of the West in mildly panicked loop-de-loops.

And then it dawns on me.

It was a Fly the entire time.

(my barista spent the next 30 minutes apologizing profusely as I slowly calmed down from my panic spiral and got both my breathing and my heart rate under control. I got home and immediately said "boy do i have a story for yall" to my entire family)

#about me #i call this story #'and then it was there interposed a fly' #but you gotta go title last or it kills the joke

[lia-wrld]

Attractiveness scale

I’m so indecisive this made me mentally unstable 🙂 got this idea from @kennysboxergf I’m rating johnny Carey, harry pinero, darkest man, gib and betasquad

10- Johnny

okay before u say anything 1 look at his insta page he looks like a nonce. 2 he scares me . 3 his channel is cringe. 4 he is not funny 5 did I say he scares me.

9- Harry pinero

listen this man is just odd, yk why? Bc his blind date was so ew just ew he has a child and wife man like bffr.

8- Kenny

ppl wont be happy with this but Kenny.😪 DID U SEE THE WAT HE WAS FLICKING HIS TONGUE DURING THE FIGHT. SCARY ASF anyway his hairline is also fucked I love him tho but I had to choose.

7- FILLYYYY

I love this man he is just so finee I love him sm. Do I have to say more

6- Aj

like Yh he is taller than me but Uhm idk. I can’t say more I’m already going to get jumped by the aj girlies. So I ain’t trying to make it worse

5- chunkz

he is soo leng like @kennysboxergf said. Love him

4- Darkest

this man is so cute and funny. I just can’t 🤭

3- Gib

okay here me out him during the TikTok vs YouTube fight😩. IM SO SORRY FOR PUTTING HIM 3rd PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME. I just love him sm nobody can convince me otherwise and I like is cat. His cat is cute

2 - Niko

he is to funny. Idk what else to say but I think he should be 2nd

1 - SHARKY

sharky is him yk

#beta squad #anesongib headcanon #anesongib #johnny Carey #hp #harry pinero #sharky #niko omilana #chunkz #king Kenny #aj shabeel

[k9iriz]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

sypnosis ; two for one? yeah.

“Did you accidentally take…?” You looked at rhea, as she ran her hands over her hair, making you rub her back.

“Your not supposed to take that!” You groaned…running your hand over your head.

You have been taking injections from the donors, rhea had some prenatal vitamin serum, through a syringe, but she took…the wrong one.

You were supposed to carry the baby…that this rate, you both probably will

“Well why haven’t you labeled the syringes then?!” Rhea argued, feeling some vomit coming up from her throat, causing you to jump.

“Arguing isn’t the best thing right now.” You gritted your teeth in panic.

This wasn’t the plan.

“We have to take pregnancy tests then.” You said, causing her to look at you, feeling her inner panic.

“What if it is positive?” You spoke lowly, grabbing her hand.

Rhea was panicking on the inside, but nonetheless, she would imagine herself pregnant…and you…at the same time.

“Then i would be pregnant, and we’d make some damn good moms then princess.” Rhea smiled as she stood up, grabbing your hand, kissing your lips as you two hugged.

Before you broke the kiss, grabbing two ClearBlue tests, handing her one before some tears came out of her eyes, god she was even shaking.

“Baby…” you frowned, rubbing her back, as she cried onto your shoulder a bit, before you wiped her tears with your two thumbs, as the taller stood soon you, kissing you forehead.

She was so nervous.

“Let’s do this.” Rhea sighed, tapping your behind, following you out the bathroom, before using the second bathroom.

*20 minutes later…*

“My god im scared.” Rhea confessed again, spicing back and forth, she was gear ready for tonight, trying on some before she felt bad morning sickness.

After releasing she took the the wrong syringe days ago, her throwing up, her randomly eating your pregnancy cravings, set off a red flag for you..

The effects don’t take long to kick in, but she was different, so it took awhile.

“Calm down…it’s okay.” You smiled a bit, as she follows behind you, the tests turned over, looking at her as she was eager to turn hers over.

“It beeped babe.” Rhea panicked again, sighing as you chuckled, as you placed your fingers on yours.

“Me first?” You spoke, as rhea nodded.

Turning yours over…you weren’t surprised, you were indeed pregnant, as you squealed, tears falling out of yours as Rhea’s nerves got so bad, she was feeling multiple things all at once.

What would she look like pregnant? Would she be a good mother? Would she lose her baby early to stress? Will she get fired?

God she didn’t know what to feel.

Rhea touched hers, before flipping it over, groaning as it still said three dots, before trying to throw it, the infamous words flashed.

Pregnant.

Rhea stood shocked, looking at you as you hugged her tight, feeling her happy cries along your chest, holding you by your waist as you squealed in excitement.

God even though that wasn’t the plan, she was still ready than ever to be a mother.

“Demi!-” you squealed, as she picked you up, wrapping your legs around her face, feeling her cries grow more, you didn’t know what to do.

“How are you gonna announce this to Vince? Without his old ass blabbering it?” You laughed, grabbing her face, as she shrugged, you staring into her orbs, wiping her tears.

God you two were so cute.

“I’m gonna have to call maternity leave on your behalf.” Rhea spoke, sniffling, she was really gonna be pregnant.

“I love you.” Rhea softly said, kissing your lips over and over again, as she placed pecks on your lips, you two whispering sweet nothings in between.

“Your pretty tall…how are we gonna hide we’re pregnant?” You giggled, placing your chin on her chest, her rubbing your lower back.

“We’re gonna have to have our parents stay here and help us throughout the way.” Rhea suggested, as you laughed, putting your hands on her belly, squealing in excitement.

Two for one? Yeah.

“Your really pregnant!” You squealed again, laughing in excitement, feeling her shrug, smirking as she grabbed you again.

“Why did you do that?!” You giggled, feeling her tower you, laying on the shared bed.

“I got some energy to burn. And a drive to burn out.” Rhea’s smirk some her lips, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“Are you…horny right now?” You asked, feeling you playfully rolling your eyes.

A high sex drive, she would always have, during this whole thing…this was gonna be one long ass 9 months.

“Shush.” Rhea kissed your lips before you two pleasured each other…for 4 hours, missing her raw appearance.

bye, why do i wanna write a part two to where you two would give birth lmfaooo, this was on my brain for awhile, so i had to.

reread, mistakes r fixed.

#demi bennett #demi bennett angst #demi bennett imagine #demi bennett x reader #rhea ripley angst #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley x reader #wwe incorrect quotes #liv x rhea #rhea ripley #wwe imagine #wwe womens wrestling #wwe raw

[wyldblunt]

hi personal post just under a cut, it's not even serious or negative or anything i just feel like blabbering and it's embarrassing to have it out in the open lol

i NEED......... to get over how shy i am abt playing w ppl in game... it's not even just Running Content, i mean i get anxious/shy about even just. goofing around aimlessly/map completing with anyone i haven't known for literally years. or who i am not literally married to.

idk what it is!!! my brain immediately kicks into overdrive and gets completely clogged up with "am i not talking enough. are they getting bored. am i moving too fast/slow. i don't know what to do. this is stressing me out" and i have zero idea how to stop myself from getting like that. literally yesterday (SORRY IF THIS WAS YOU??? I THOUGHT YOU WERE NICE FWIW) someone came up to me and marina in game and said hi nicely and asked what we were up to and i like. Answered Once, and then did not talk again the whole time, and we sort of ran around together for a bit until i kind of lost track of them but the ENTIRE TIME i was agonizing over "am i being totally unfriendly and weird by not chatting. am i coming off like i want them to go away or just generally like an asshole" and as you can see i am also still agonizing about it now. even though objectively it was probably completely fine.

and EVEN WITH very good friends i've known for a long time i clam up like that... when i was trying to get into ffxiv some very good friends stopped by to give me stuff/say hi to my character etc and i got the exact same way!!! ppl i literally talk to all the time on twitter etc but then the second we're behind in game avatars i just get stressed out and start feeling super awkward and aside from like. jumping in place a few times suddenly forget literally every single thing i have ever known about human socialization

but it's dumb!!! and i'm so over it!!!! i wanna run dungeons and fractals and stuff, i even wanna scrape a group together to kind of activate my old guild again and claim a guild hall, stuff like that... and i KNOW the tumblr community is a great way to do that bc u guys are all so friendly and chill and it's way better than trying to throw myself into pugs or whatever. but oh my god. my fucking BRAIN, man

as i type this all out i do wonder if maybe a solution would be getting on voice chat w ppl while trying to play stuff together bc i truly feel like 90% of my anxiety comes from "i cannot type in chat and play at the same time, therefore i get super overwhelmed and confused about how to communicate naturally" and i feel like vc would solve that. but uh. if anyone does not mind sometimes running content with a guy who will probably be mostly silent and weird the whole time (the real glyndwr experience!!!!) please feel free to hit me up and i will get back to u between three and six billion business days

EDIT adding on more bc im still thinking lol. i just have a huge huge fear of coming off like a dick or like im unfriendly or something. ppl have constantly told me im intimidating for ages and it hurts my feelings and i get really antsy about it (this is why i never play reblog games abt like "rate how intimidating the person u reblogged from is" etc bc if anyone actually said they were scared of me i would get sad for real lol!!!). i naturally usually have a kind of flat/dry affect online and i make friends slowly, and i don't feel like changing how i express myself bc it's natural to me but. agh!!!! agh!!!! my wittle feelings!!!!!!