#oh what you can break my neck with your mind? Neat.

[that-squishy-robot]

Luke being terrified that his and Din’s relationship has a one sided power dynamic. While Din is just like, “Haha, break my neck with your space magic.”

#fanfic #dinluke #skydalorian #din x luke #he does not care #in fact he thinks that Luke being so powerful is hot #oh what you can break my neck with your mind? Neat. #he also trusts Luke more than anything and I think that’s sweet #I imagine that it would be difficult to find a relationship if you were one of the most powerful people in the galaxy #better find a mandalorain who’s super into it #Din has no fear when it comes to his hot powerful boyfriend

[thatdeadaquarius]

it's almost 4am i can't get this out of my head holy shit.

reader whose original body is a literal eldritch forest deity and speaks in hymns (bonus points: after we isekai into said og body, we mix slang into it).

the acolytes have to break their fucking necks just to talk to you eye-to-eye, and the only thing they can make out of what you say is something equal to tablets bajillion years old already.

or that reader is constantly cussing and the acolytes just nod along not understanding whatever this 15ft tall eldritch horror is saying.

-🫀

ELDRITCH HORROR READER. I LIVEEE, NONE OF U UNDERSTAND, THIS IS SO DEEPLY AHHHHHH

I LITERALLY JUST SHIMMY STIM IN MY SEAT WHEN I THINK ABT THIS TOO LONG LMAO

i LIVE AND BREATHE for when we look like eldritch horrors but are just people lmao

IF I HAVEN’T RUN U OFF, 🫀 MY HEART, MI CORAZON <3

U HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND DESPITE BEING A BLOODY HEART

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only), Eldritch!Reader

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: some headcanons, tiny scenario

Stars: a little bit of Zhongli, Xiao, Ganyu, Ningguang, Keqing, and the adepti

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Light Description of Body Modifications/Body Horror-esque, Light Description of Eldritch Horror Creature, Reader has a Non-Human Body,

& Trigger Warnings: Eldritch Monster, Light Body Horror, Non-Con Body Modifications (Wake up as a monster, described as positive).

FUCKING LOVE THIS GIF, AND THIS SONG AND ARTISTTT

hey so here’s a song to listen I was listening to while writing this, chose the instrumental bc it was less distracting!

👉👈 hope u like :)

you just come into Teyvat from either Enkanomiya, the straight up Abyss/Dark Realm or even Celestia/Light Realmunder that glowing mushrooms tree in the Chasm, or like, ooo even by the upside down Barbatos statue 👀

and its great bc ur like- “omg Teyvat ooooo, ahhhh”

meanwhile the animals/magical creatures/beings nearby like shakin in their boots

literally no matter what land type their in, water, air, etc. they’re all bowing (despite the hooves, the paws, the flippers, the wings,) hell, even the bugs?? Might be bowing???

and you were slow to wake up wherever you were, so it took you a second to really process-

plus it just felt so weirdly, natural?

Not like walking on 2 legs no, but more like, how swimming feels but without the act of doing it?

you realize you’re… hovering.

wow, guess you can do that now,

your pretty much crowned with every flower from the regions of Teyvat, and a few from other Realms like Celestia, Abyss, and Enkanomiya, etc.

you have extra limbs, you feel them shift like you’ve had them all your life, even tho you do smack urself a few times with them lmao (new hand-eye coordination is hard)

and you realize u can see elemental traces/elements of beings, even plants, all the time now?

It isn’t until you look into a pretty still pond that you see what you look like,

you’ve got more eyes

I mean u thought you’d just be one of the twins, or ur own person if somebody asked u what youd look like isekaied to Genshin Impact, not what looks like the elemental god of the fucking continent

but you don’t look bad! actually you think you look kinda neat!

You’ve got like this coat of many draping vines and plantlife, glowing coral poking out near the top that’s around your throat, and- is that- tiny waterfalls?? Running down your nature cape too??

the many gemstones and ore of this planet form your legs, strong and taller than even regular human guys back on Earth, you’re like what? Eight? Nine feet? (about 245cm, or 2.5 meters)

You’re head… it’s like a dragons skull?? You’ve got these black horns flowing out from the top too that fade to a golden glow, like a crown nearly, theyre draped with what looks like strings of primogems??

oh and your extra eyes are symmetrical that’s good!

tho it does seem like you got this handy hood included into your cape of much nature to flop onto your head

where your heart should be, there’s two bursting stars circling one another, one of pink, purples and light blues, the other of gold and blue, oh hey, the wishing stars for standard and character banners!

and if you like mushrooms, at least one of every kind in Teyvat’s countries/regions is looking cool on ur cape, and if you like bugs, the cool ones like the rhino beetles from inazuma are being cute little buddies on ur stuff too

and like in the gif, every step you take overfills with life, except it stays and doesn’t wither like above, and it also does that glow bit that some places in Sumeru do/Enkanomiya

You CANNOT be missed no matter where you walk, and your sort of constantly feeling like you’ve drank 3 energy + 5 espresso shots of coffee

but in a way that makes you sort of full? like full on life… and like you could be even bigger, and taller, if you willed it

♤

k but the adepti felt ur presence coming in hot from literal mountains away

Cloud Retainter, and Guizhong, had set up inventions long ago to sense the Original of Teyvat, just in case, because some signs of prophecy of your return had begun to show in their lands

Zhongli especially knew you were close to come after another major sign was met, the corruption after the Archon War, and the ravaging of the land by the fall of Khaenri’ah’s “metal beasts”

So when you finally walk your way into Jueyun Karst, the adepti are already waiting, Xiao, Ganyu, and Zhongli as well,

Luckily Ganyu, with Zhongli’s help or advice, convinced the adepti to share this meeting with the Qixing as well like Keqing, and the Tianquan herself

It was a momentous occasion after all, but you were just now feeling the need to maybe nap a little after nearly, what was it, 2 weeks worth of constant walking?

wow this new body had literal stamina for days

you arrived late into the night, around midnight, under a full moon, and they’re relieved all the signs are being met

◇

honestly the only reason you headed to Liyue was bc you knew it was the closest (the map of Teyvat was both familiar in the way it had been in game, but also on a deeper level, like walking around your house in the dark)

and u rlly wanted to be able to talk to somebody, bc u had no idea?? wtf you were??

honestly you thought the adepti/Zhongli would be a good bet bc they’d maybe tell u what creature u ended up as,

u did suspect maybe you’d ended up as some kind of god, but like?? none of the other gods looked like this???

and u see them all! up ahead in Jueyun Karst! Oh no! You really, really, really, hope they don’t think you’re a walking talking evil tree dragon thing-

…maybe you should wave?

◇

As you get closer,

Xiao’s back straigtens, Ganyu nervously looks at the ground, Keqing is trying to figure out where to look bc ur so tall, Ningguang has her hands respectfully folded in front of her and her facial muscles looks tensed for a fight almost, the adepti are shuffling nervously bc they’re not used to being the magically weaker/younger creatures in the area, and Zhongli-

Zhongli is no longer the mortal Zhongli.

Amber horns curl up from his head, long brunette hair with glowing gold tips flowing and loose, claws on display, as he stands in his finest and oldest lóng páo, black with gold detailing embroidered throughout, it details his deeds as Rex Lapis and Morax, the spears of his vanquishing gods across the front and back, he looks like a living painting

and although he looks as serene as if he’s about to sit down for some tea, the adepti can see the tremoring hands, the same he used to hide in his sleeves when he was genuinely intimidated by another god, usually the older ones he’d had to fight

but for the first time since the archon war, this was one he was going to welcome with open arms, and utmost respect, despite his position as archon forfeited

there’s a strange music in the air of the night as the animals and the bugs and creatures of the realm subtly make the beat, the god’s feet (of ore Rex Lapis hasn’t seen since he was a child, it was so rare to find) shake the earth of his land with each step, a deep quiet booming like a drum of war as they get closer

The God of All stops some distance away from them

…and the Huangdi of All, just waves. 💀👋

at Zhongli, the adepti, Xiao, the Tianquan, and the Qixing.

A long black limb with a rainbow shine like a crow’s wing raises, gives an ironically tiny wave of their clawed black hand,

and tilts their head, though a sort of greenery hood covering it

and speaks,

“ ˙˙˙ʎzɐɹɔ sı ʇıɥs sıɥʇ ¿ʍou ʇɥƃıɹ ɯɐ ı ʞɔnɟ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ sʎnƃ noʎ op uɯɐp”

your voice is like singing, deep, high, like a choir trying to sing all at once to them

Xiao cringes a little in surprise, he was braced for your older speech just in case but it still caught him off guard, and unfortunatly, he gives a quick glance to Lord Rex Lapis,

he can’t understand any of that, and Ganyu and Keqing are in the same boat, but while the Yaksha’s only done passive studying in hopes of understanding you, the Lord of Geo had gone much further back in trying to make sure he could understand your words, should the day come, his library, even now living as a mortal, is extensive

the other adepti and Ningguang catch a few words, but it’s too,, simple really, to understand

the words have no context, they need more, but such is the ancients, they’re meanings simple and all-encompassing

Lord Rex Lapis bows deeply,

“We welcome you with open arms, our Huangdi. Please, feast your eyes upon the land with which I have wrought with mine own talons, for all is ever truly yours.”

the adepti announces for them all, voice giving away no nerves, Xiao can still understand him luckily, though he has greatly simplified himself for the sake of being understood by the ancient god of creation,

“ ˙˙˙ʞɔıʇs ɐ uo ʇsıɹɥɔ snsǝɾ ¡¿ılƃuoɥz noʎ uǝʌǝ ¿noʎ oʇ poƃ ɟo puıʞ ǝɯos ɯ,ı 'ǝʇnuıɯ uɯɐp ɐ ʇıɐʍ”

your voice is an energy through the air, and makes the trees nearby lean in to hear you better, the creeks and ponds of the area leave their beds a little to get closer, geo crystalflys emerge and begin to swirl around your natural body, perching on your horns, making it look even more like a crown

Xiao gulps.

Rex Lapis’ and Ningguang’s spines straighten further if they even can from the impeccable posture they were before, They share a quick glance…

…neither of them caught that one, only a few words, and Ganyu feels her shoulders drop as she gives up trying to hear you and understand as well,

you make a strange sound, a high humming, a deep confusion with some worry, the crystalflys buzz around you a little faster,

then point to yourself

...and make a peace sign. ✌️

it was going to be a long night.

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idk if this made any sense, and I sincerely hope that you at least liked what I wrote a little bit, sorry about the over description 😭 I just felt like it was very important but then I realized I hadn’t even talked about the language yet… anyway here u go LMAO

I hope it was alright, and I seriously love your idea, even if I didn’t take it in the direction you wanted/as cool as you meant!! :/

Thanks for the badass idea, i fucking love eldritch shit <3

☆

Safe Travels,

💀 ♒

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk

#this is a mess to sort on the masterlist #like language barrier au? #but also kinda blunt? #but also misc. bc ur an eldritch being?? #fuck it #its goin in 2 spots like some of the others that got confusing #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin imagines #genshin isekai #my asks #gender neutral reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact self aware #genshin impact sagau language barrier au #genshin sagau language barrier au #sagau language barrier au #sagau eldritch reader #eldritch reader #genshin impact x reader #sagau x reader

[hundredandsix]

spiderman!ellie

I saw this TikTok and I'm having thoughts. I feel like I've had a revelation because Ellie and Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker give off the exact same energy. Dorky losers who are somehow simultaneously cool, especially when they're in their element. They even look similar. And they both have hot gfs. Oh, sorry. I should say they both had hot gfs.

Just imagine Ellie being confident and goofy when she's in the suit, but then when she actually has to see you face-to-face, she gets all blushy and nervous. The angst! College!Ellie?? Joel as Aunt May?? And her doing the little spidey pose!

I'm actually disintegrating. Someone help.

I'll be posting what could potentially be the start of a spiderman!ellie series very soon. In the meantime, here's a sneak peek ;)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. It's just-I forgot my phone and I..."

You stop in your tracks after taking a better look at her. She's cute. Her face is covered in a constellation of freckles, and her eyes are the same shade of green as the Nirvana t-shirt beneath her flannel. From this side, you can see the piece of soft, auburn hair that's fallen from her up-do. Your hand twitches forward, as if to push it back where it belongs.

But that's not all you realize. You've seen her before. You're sure of it, but you can't seem to place where. Those green eyes. It would be hard to forget being under their scrutiny.

She's still gathering her notes, but there are so many papers that she's crumpling them all. Your hands reach over to pull hers away, and you begin to place the papers in a neat stack.

You don't miss the sharp inhale she takes when your hand grazes hers. She reaches over to begin storing the chemicals of whatever project she's working on. Her nervous energy is rubbing off on you, and you feel your heart start to race.

She's the first to break the silence.

"No, God, please don't apologize. I didn't mean to... never mind."

Her mind seems to be following your train of thought because she says, "You're in Huxley's Gen Chem, right? Are you..." she pauses, eyes turning up in thought, "Y/N?"

"Yeah, that's me! I knew you looked familiar. You're in there helping sometimes, right? What's your name again?"

She quirks an eyebrow. "You don't know my name?"

You think she's teasing, but you can't be sure. The apples of your cheeks heat up under her gaze. The room feels too hot, like a sweltering July afternoon.

"No, I know your name. I just wanna know if you know your name?" you say, the corner of your mouth turning up.

She lets out a shaky laugh and pulls her bag out from under the desk. Taking the stack of papers from your hands, she shoves them into the front pocket.

"Ellie," she says.

You motion for her to keep going. There are a million girls named Ellie in New York.

"Sorry," she says, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand. "Williams. Ellie Williams."

"Okay, good. Just had to make sure."

She nods. In the split second you look away, she manages to clear the rest of her supplies from the table.

All that's left is a single sheet of paper on the floor that she missed. You reach down to grab it, and Ellie's eyes widen. She shoots down to the floor to grab it before you can, but you don't miss the comically large letters titling the page.

Web Fluid Version 3.01

"Web fluid?" you let out a laugh. "Are you Spiderman or something?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#hundredandsix #ellie tlou #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #lesbian #tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie x y/n #spiderman!ellie #spiderman #peter parker #joel miller #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n

[grxmreaperx]

I've been thinking about Peter Strahm's s/o being desperate for him, palming at his pants and telling him how much they love and need him. Maybe they suck him off or ride him like there's no tomorrow? x3

this request has been living rent free in my head for the last few days!! the Strahm babes are getting some content!!

Show Me How Much You Missed Me

Pairing: Peter Strahm x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+!!! Smut!! MDNI. Dirty talk, daddy kink, oral (m! receiving), p in v penetration, creampie, praise kink

Summary: On your day off, all you can do is think about your boyfriend, Peter. When he gets home, you really try and pay attention when he’s telling you about his day, but you have something much different on your mind.

You perked up as soon as you heard the key in the lock. He was home.

You rushed over to Peter as soon as he opened the front door, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled into your hair as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Hi, my angel.” Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

You had missed him so much. You had the day off from work and sat around watching your favorite TV show and doing some chores around your shared apartment. You had tried to convince Peter to not go into work this morning, to stay in bed with you and take a day off, he deserved it after all. But you knew his job didn’t work that way.

He held you close, shutting the door with his free hand, before guiding you over to the couch. He sat you both down, letting out a groan as he took his shoes off and undid his tie. You sat beside him, one leg resting across his own and your head lying on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you as he got comfortable, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You excitedly asked him about his day, wanted to hear all about his work.

He sighed. “Boring. Perez and I spent all day sifting through paperwork, trying to find any pattern in the case we’ve been working on. My eyes are fuckin’ killing me.”

You listened intently as he continued, telling you all about how Erikson was on their asses all day, they hardly even had time for coffee breaks.

“You will be happy about this, though,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“And what is that?”

“Perez really likes your friend that you set her up with. Spent all day talking about her. Said they’re going to dinner tomorrow night.”

You sat up excitedly, a smile glued to your face. “See! I told you!”

He laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I didn’t think red heads were her type, but I guess you were right.”

You lightly slapped his shoulder before settling back in, a proud smile still on your face. You listened as he went on, complaining about the mountains of paperwork waiting for him tomorrow.

You tried to pay attention, you really did, but you found yourself a bit distracted. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hair stood up slightly, the neat style he had when he left this morning undone by his hand running through it. You couldn’t help but notice his shirt sleeves rolled up above his elbows, showing off the veins in his forearms. You couldn’t help but notice the top buttons undone, revealing a little bit of his chest.

“You okay, angel?” he asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m okay.”

“You look a little distracted. Something on your mind?” You smirked at the look on his face, completely oblivious to why you were really distracted. His eyebrows furrowed, taking in every part of your expression, making sure you were really okay.

“I mean, maybe I’m a little distracted,” you said softly, resting a hand on his thigh.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” he asked, starting to get an idea when your hand began to move higher.

“Just missed you a lot today,” you whined, slowly beginning to palm him through his pants.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, running a hand through your hair. “Is that right, baby?”

You nodded against his chest, placing soft kisses along his collar. “Hate when you have to go to work. Want you to stay here with me all day.”

“I know, love,” he said, leaning his back against the couch, savoring your touch and the feeling of your lips grazing his throat. “Wish I could just stay here with you, too. Tell me what you want baby.”

You whined, feeling your face heat up. You began to palm him harder, hoping that would be enough to get what you want.

He gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Be good and use your words, angel.”

“Want you,” you said softly.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you can do better than that. Use that pretty voice and tell me what you want.”

“Wanna suck you off,” you said, forcing yourself to hold his gaze.

He grinned, running his thumb over your lip. “Then what are you waiting for, baby?”

You quickly sunk to the floor in front of him as he worked on his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to free himself. He pushed your hair from your face as you placed your tongue flat against him, licking a long stripe up his dick.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he let out a deep groan. He watched as you took him down your throat, hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

“God, you look so good like this, angel,” he groaned, gently guiding your head as you gagged on him. “Should’ve stayed home with you today.”

You felt your eyes water slightly as he hit the back of your throat, working what you couldn’t fit with your hand. You moaned around his dick, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. He savored the feeling of your mouth around him, watching your spit coat his cock, your wide eyes staring up at him.

“So good for me, sweetheart. Is this what you’ve been thinking about all day while I’ve been gone?”

“Maybe,” you said with a smile, pulling off him for a moment to catch your breath. You wiped the drool from your bottom lip, a strand of it still connecting you to his dick. You placed small kisses along his stomach as he rubbed your head, your hand still stroking him.

“Get up here, baby. Show me how much you missed me.”

You quickly climbed back on the couch, pulling off your sweats and underwear before straddling his lap. He grabbed his dick, lining it up at your entrance, his other hand wrapped around your waist. You began to sink down onto him when he gripped you tighter, halting your movements.

“I wanna hear you tell me what you want first, baby. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about all day. I love hearing your pretty voice tell me what you want.”

You whined, leaning forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying to grind your hips. “Want you inside me…”

“What was that baby? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

You pulled away, sitting back up on his lap and taking in the smug smile on his face.

“Wanna ride you,” you sighed, the ache between your legs growing unbearable. “Want you inside me.”

“That’s much better, angel,” he said, slowly sinking you down onto his cock. “Show me how much you want it, sweetheart.”

Your mouth fell open as he filled you, stretching you out perfectly. You gripped his shoulders tightly, keeping yourself steady. His hands ran over your body, stopping to squeeze your thighs as you began to bounce. He let out a small moan as you started to move, his eyes locked on where your bodies connected.

You ran your hands under his shirt, needing to feel him, touch him. “Missed you so much, daddy. Thought about you all day.”

He sucked in a breath at the name, gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby, I missed you too. I love when you get so needy for me. So good for me.”

You began to pick up the pace, his praise going straight between your legs. You needed more. More of him, more of the way he made you feel. The sounds of your moans filled the room as he pulled you against him, kissing his way up your neck. You began to grind your hips each time you sunk back down, desperate for more.

“Need some help, angel?” he asked, a smile on his face as he took in the expression on yours.

You nodded frantically, needing to feel him thrust into you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, repositioning you so were on your back, legs spread wide for him. He placed a hand on each of your thighs, pressing them back until your knees were against your chest.

“So good for me, baby,” he groaned as he began to pump into you. “Look so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

You threw your head back, hands gripping the cushions, crying out at how deep he was. He leaned down, caging you between his arms, and caught your lips in a searing kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails scratching at his back as he groaned into your mouth.

You whined against his lips as you felt the pressure building in your stomach. Your legs began to shake, and he pulled away, just enough to see your face.

“You gonna cum for me, angel? Be good and cum around daddy’s dick, baby.”

He took your face in one of his hands, gripping it just tight enough to force you to look at him as the tension snapped and you reached your high. He smiled, praising you through your orgasm as you shook underneath him.

You felt his thrusts falter a bit and knew he wasn’t far behind you.

“You want me to cum inside you sweetheart?” he asked. You nodded, a moan escaping your throat at the thought. “Yeah, want me to fill you up baby?”

You cried out, begging for him to fill you. His hips pressed against yours as he finished, letting out a deep groan as he reached his high.

He leaned down, resting his forehead against your as you both caught your breath. After a moment, he pulled out of you, sitting back up on the couch and pulling you gently up onto his lap. He pushed your hair out of your face, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

He smiled at you, holding you close to him. “God, I really should’ve stayed home you today, hm?”

tag list: @bee-who-isnt-french, @enigmatic-blues, @kujofam, @aliengutzstuff, @mysunfishpeedinmyroom, @schrodingersjigsaw, @librababe99

#saw #saw franchise #ask #peter strahm x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #peter strahm

[0tivez]

If I may pick your beautiful mind for thots on frustrated salaryman Nanami 👉👈

note: oh to be used by nanami as his stress toy...

warnings: female reader, angry sex, degradation, mdni.

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⁜ nanami loves coming home to his beautiful girlfriend after a long, exhausting day of work

⁜ you can see his mood improve the moment he sees you inside the house. his face brightens as he calls out your name, followed by a gentle (and relieved) "i'm home"

⁜ and you love taking the stress out of him; whether it's by cooking, kissing, cuddling. for stressful weeks, you make sure to have a hot bath ready for him as you're finishing up your cooking

⁜ but this week has been different

⁜ as the end of the year is getting closer, nanami often finds himself buried between stacks of boring paperwork, his mind so full that he can't even escape to think about you to at least have something to look up for

⁜ that's why he's been more uptight, less energized, with horrible libido

⁜ and although you try to give him space, it's starting to become frustrating for you- and you know he's frustrated too

⁜ so, one evening, you gather all the ingredients to prepare his favorite food. and as soon as he textx you "i'm coming home" (which is eerily later than usual) you discard all your clothes and leave only your panties and apron on to surprise him

⁜ when nanami unlocks the door, you feel the adrenaline take over your body as your mind flashes images of him ripping your apron like a hungry animal the moment he sees you

⁜ "i'm home" he calls nonchalantly, as he throws away his bag and walks toward the bathroom while you stand next to him with a confused look

⁜ "is the bath ready?" he asks without looking at you

⁜ "n-no, i didn't prepare it today" your voice shakes

⁜ "it's alright, i'll prepare it"

⁜ you rush in front of him and gently push his chest to stop him

⁜ "don't you want to eat dinner first? i made you something special" you smile mischievously. you slowly turn your body to flash your bare back, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but you're met with empty eyes

⁜ "i'm not hungry now. i'm tired, i'll just go to bed. i need to wake up early"

⁜ you hold yourself back, but can't contain your anger anymore. nanami has never ignored your hard work and acts of service for him even if he was going through hell. what's up with him now?

⁜ "stop! what's happening with you, kento? can't you see how much i worked to make you happy?" you scream at him in a sudden burst of anger. "you don't even find me exciting anymore? what kind of a man just walks past his girlfriend like this? ungrateful!"

⁜ nanami stops mid walk and slowly turns to face you. his dark, empty gaze frightens you, it's a face you haven't been introduced to before

⁜ "what did you say? what did you call me?" nanami hisses, his raspy voice lower than ever, tone sharp as a knife

⁜ "i-i mean..." you stutter in shock. nanami walks toward you, his tall figure towering over you

⁜ "meal? my favorite meal? you're right, i'm fucking ungrateful. let's eat" nanami grabs your bare arm and pases to the kitchen where the neat table you prepared is waiting. the navy tablecloth hosts cold plates, with an unopened bottle of expensive red wine

⁜ "n-nanami, you're hurting me!" you wail, but it's no good. nanami drags you to the kitchen where he'll lightly throw you next to the table

⁜ "ungrateful. i am ungrateful! every day, i have to put up with people's shit for nothing! i have 50 people breathing down my neck, what do i have to be grateful for?"

⁜ he stops in front of you to grab your cheeks. "and what i come home to is you bitching. give me a fucking break" he spits his words out

⁜ "i can't even have time to fuck my girl properly" the atmosphere in the room suddenly changes with his annoyed scream. you grab the tablecloth and balance yourself. nanami is hectic, something he has never shown before, and his unpredictable movements scare you

⁜ nanami's gaze pierces through you. his face is dark, as the only lightning in the room is the few candles you lit

⁜ "always so good for me, hm?" nanami strokes your cheek. "always so caring, so loving, yet you can't always behave. you wanna help me?"

⁜ nanami grabs your hips with stern hands and turns you so that your face can be planted to the table

⁜ "n-nanami" you grunt

⁜ "be a good girl now" nanami pushes your back down as he takes off his belt with his free hand, and you obey. even the his touch on your bare back excites you after all those times without having felt his warmth

⁜ nanami pushes your pink, cotton panties aside before he enters you with one, swift motion before he lets out a deep growl. you squirm, letting his thick cock stretch your walls

⁜ nanami remembers how much he loved fucking you from behind, a fantasy that helped him get through boring weekdays that got lost in his sea of concerns these past few weeks; but here you are, prepped up for him, welcoming him inside you like you always have. but, to his surprise, it's not enough to destress him. his mind is still flashed with images of all the unfinished paperwork, all the times he got scolded for nothing

⁜ "fuck" nanami hisses under his breath

⁜ he pushes his hip forward, almost as if he wanted to hurt you. his mere strength is enough for tears to form in your eyes. your eyes roll back as your boyfriend's cock drills into you non-stop

⁜ "na-nanami!" you breath onto the tablecloth helplessly, but let yourself enjoy the dominance he holds over you. he has your chest pressed on the expensive wooden table, hands clasping the tablecloth, crystal wine glasses fallen down on the table, the dripping sounds of the wine drowned out with the slapping sounds...

⁜ nanami thightens his hands on your tighs before landing a slap on your ass which gets you by surprise

⁜ "you're gonna be a good girl from now on, right?" he asks with a low voice, one that sends shivers down your spine. to your demise, you're already too dumbfounded to answer your boyfriend properly. you mumble onto the table incoherently before nanami leans in closer to your ear

⁜ "you'll be a good girl for me, hm? like you always have been" nanami lowers his face down to your neck and buries his face in the crook of your neck. his hot breath tickles you, but you're too drunk on pleasure to shiver

⁜ "always so good for me" nanami continues moving his hips, this time fucking deep inside you as if he's trying to claim you all while drowning your neck and cheek in hot, wet kisses

⁜ "fuck, i love you so fucking much" he pants. he finds your hands and locks his fingers with yours over your hands that easily disappear under his. he has you locked under him, his weight pressed on you makes you feel safer than ever. his sudden gesture melts you inside, and you manage to make his name out as a thank you

⁜ nanami feels overwhelmed with love. the thought of you letting him use you to relieve his stress like that makes him filled with so much love and appreaciation, his mind fills with how much you put him first. nanami's sudden vulnerability reflects on his voice with his whimpering moans in your ear, and how his body presses on top of yours as if you two were the opposite ends of two magnets

⁜ your needy, high pitched moans harmonize with his deep yet whiny moans, and it sounds better than any kind of slow music you were planning on putting on tonight

⁜ you realize you're both close once nanami's thrusts become inconsistent and sloppy, and you feel your lower abdomen tighten as if knots were forming inside

⁜ "fuck" nanami hisses once more into your ear, calling out your name repeatedly before you feel him empty himself inside

⁜ you let loose with him. his body pressing on yours holds you in place, feet almost rising from the ground. nanami rides your high while keeping his head buried in your neck, letting in your shaky voice in

⁜ you two stay in position for a minute, feeling each others heart beat on top of each other. something in nanami shifts, it's like a switch was flicked, and suddenly he was your boyfriend again

⁜ nanami slips out and sits you on the chair gently, even fixing your messy hair before turning back to grap wet wipes off of the counter and kneeling in front of you to help you get yourself together

⁜ "delicious meal" nanami acclaims jokingly and you giggle. you watch his flushed cheeks rise with a loving grin, eyes shiny and perfect hair messy just like how you have always liked it

⁜ "such a shame the wine's gone though. it was pretty expensive, y'know? " you look over at the warzone that is the table you carefully designed. glasses scattered around, red wine staining the cloth and the floor, perfectly seared meat cold

⁜ nanami laughs. "that's alright. we won't have to worry about money for a long time"

⁜ "hmm, you don't say? can we get a maid to make up for the dinner tonight too?" you tease him the way he has always adored

⁜ "no need. i'll cook for you any time you want, you know that"

⁜ you run your fingers through his soft hair and grab his cheek

⁜ "i do"

i forget how i format my posts every time. i feel like i might have actually forgotten how to write smut ToT

anyways lol hope you enjoyed this :3

#spicy #nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento smut #nanami kento headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #nanami smut #jjk nanami #jjk nanami smut #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #hcs #mdni #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #kento nanami #kento nanami smut

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Can I request a Gotham Riddler who's love language is gift giving and they give Riddler a question marked pin just before he goes to stage.

'MOVES,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; he's not used to being loved.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!edward x female reader. pure fluff!!! wrote headcanons cuz my inbox is overflowing so I hope that's okay!!! Ed being surprised since he's typically the giver in his relationships, hints of obsessive and dramatic eddie.

♫ “I know that you're scared someone's gonna ruin you / I'ma put some goddamn moves on you babe / I know you need it.” Moves by Suki Waterhouse

⋆ You are his number one cheerleader.

⋆ He feeds off the affection you give him, gets practically drunk on it. Both sides of him are reeling from the high you give him.

⋆ Eddie baby is typically the giver in all of his relationships; his love language is most definetly acts of service. He was so used to spending hours cooking for Kristen and helping around the house with Isabella. He is no different with you; any problem that arises, he is there.

⋆ Ed will do the dishes, cook, clean. He's a bit of a housewife. After being alone for so long when he was in the GCPD, he learned to take care of himself and he learned to do it well. Besides, he's a bit of a neat freak already, so he doesn't mind whatsoever. You'll wake up to expertly cooked breakfasts, tea or coffee or water (whichever you prefer) filled in china cups.

⋆ Now, what he isn't used to is someone reciprocating the act of love. Kristen and Isabella, put simply, didn't do very much. They didn't live long enough to do so

⋆ When you give you're first gift to him, he cocks his head and narrows his eyes. Give him a second to process.

⋆ Then his eyes light up with a smile so big and you're scared he might combust.

⋆ From then on, from each one of your gifts- he's spouting numerous "I can't thank you enough,"s and even apologies. The feeling of being spoiled is so foreign to him that when he is- he feels like he needs to reciprocate it tenfold.

⋆ "Are you sure there isn't anything else I can help with...?" After he's already ran all your errands for you, made your bed, and given you the best massage of your life.

⋆ His favorite gift by far has to be the delicate question mark brooch.

⋆ Eddie's all about appearances, and when he's on a special "riddler high" he's all about how he looks.

⋆ He's a BIG fan of presentation.

⋆ So right when he's about to hijack the Macbeth stage, and you come up to him, he's hanging off your every word- eyeing the box in your hands mysteriously.

⋆ You present the gift to him, and he slowly opens it- careful not to damage it. Anything from you is precious and deserves to be worshipped.

⋆ When he see's it he nearly doubles over, mouth hanging in agape before spreading into an open-mouthed grin. A soft gasp and chuckle leaves his mouth.

⋆ He's turning to you, smile never leaving his face. Before you know it, he's on you- confidence and adrenaline running high before the big show.

⋆ He kisses your cheek, holding you close to him, practically breathing you in. His head is nuzzling into the crook of your neck and gloved hands are gripping you tight.

⋆ "Oh, thank you very much." He's growling out against your ear, both genuine and a bit unnerving. He's already thinking of ways to spoil you once he's finished up this little activity of his.

⋆ 100% asks you to put it on him, reveling in the feeling of you grabbing his suit jacket and adjusting his tie. He's looking at you like you're the only good thing in the world. And you're all his.

⋆ You give him one final kiss before he has to go.

⋆ "Dashing." You remark, looking up at him through your lashes. Oh, you're gonna be the death of him. "Break a leg."

⋆ He's giggling like a school girl at you're words, nodding.

⋆ He is gonna make this his best show ever for you.

#x reader #gotham #gotham x reader #batman #batman rogues #gotham villains x reader #batman x reader #dc comics #batman rouges gallery #gotham edward #gotham riddler #gotham edward nygma #edward nygma gotham #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader #gotham riddler x reader #the riddler x reader #riddler x reader #the riddler gotham #gotham villains

[kpopscruggles]

Got another crossover pookies, one thats been on my mind is YeonjunxFelix

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To get things clicking, get the turntables moving I think of like concert vibes, even like raves, or going so far, a Coachella situation. Like I’m thinking outside shows, concerts, late night vibes, alcohol, living life, etc.  

You on concert twitter, Tryna find folks to hang with and that how you and Felix connect and meet up. Off the bat he’s the vibe, you all are comfortable and talking during concert breaks. The drinks start settling and things get spicy! 

“I have my tent not too far from here but my roommate in there” babes, you see how fine this man is!! 

You chug your beer seeing Felix show you pictures of his tent-mate Yeonjun. This isn't only the alcohol’s fault anymore because your cunt is begging for these men!! You agree and walk back to the tent with Felix. 

You are walking in, Yeonjun could be drinking while smoking an ill joint, he’s got it handing out the corner of his mouth with a smirk on his face and will say some cheeky but sexy line “Here’s the pretty girl~ don’t be shy have seat.” 

At first your kind of groaning in your head like “damn I'm just ready too fuck” That’s until you notice they trying to rlly butter you up. You all figure out you’ll live near each other in your regular apartments, you learn they are chill guys, just work, attend a few parties, but there’s one thing that stuns you. 

They bisexual men and don’t mind getting down with each other and this just rlly sends your core into overdrive because your like “A threesome with two bisexual men, that’s neat never experienced that. 

The ten smells like weed and alcohol and you all get a bit steamy, start asking wild questions and you soon realize that they are some messy makes who like sneaky and messy shit! 

----ENOUGH WITH THE DEETS!!------ 

Right off the bat I seen Felix throwing the first move in because shit he connected with you first! “So, what’s the biggest you've had?” You give some weak ass response that’ll make the two giggle and that's when Felix suggests “We can show you bigger 

You scoot a bit closer to Felix and he’ll unbutton his jeans for you, and you'll see the tent growing in his boxers. Long story short he’s having your mouth around his cock, his head thrown back, I can see him also getting the long strands moved back by Yeonjun and they’ll start having a make out session 

She’s doing so good” Yeonjun will mumble while sucking hickeys on Felix's neck before moving you take your shorts off. Yeonjun is finna eat you alive. 

He’s licking up at the wetness and moaning around your clit while Felix starts to compliment you “Doing so good~ oh fuck-”  

As if you weren’t wet b4 Yeonjun makes sure you wet enough to take his cock. 

These two starts to become feral over your cunt, not only taking sure but I can easily see Felix taking you in missionary then yeonjun leading the pace by using Felix’s ass. 

I CAN EASILY SAY YOU TWO STAYS TOGETHER ALL 7 DAYS OF THE CONCERT AND PROBABLY GO HOME TOGETHER AND MAKE IT A REGULAR THING 

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz smut #skz hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #felix hard thoughts #felix hard hours #felix smut

[red1culous]

Ambrosia

A/N: Inspired by a scene from 1883.

You sit. Hunched over assignments you were meant to have finished grading two days ago. You’ve been sitting in that same spot since late morning nursing the same cup of cold coffee. The patrons of the small cafe did not seem to mind seeing as you were a regular who tipped well. 

Every inch of your tiny table was covered with assignment booklets. You had separated them into piles of ‘Good’, ‘Meh’ and ‘WTF is this shit’. You look up from the mess in front of you and focus your eyes on something other than badly written sentences and plagiarised paragraphs. Blinking rapidly and pinching the bridge of your nose to ease the familiar throb of an approaching cluster headache your eyes see the afterimage of red scrawls and circled words. After a few seconds the scene in front of you starts to come into focus. It is magical to say the least like you were sitting in an Edward Hopper painting. 

Because the sun was quite high in the sky the light enters through the large cafe doors painting an image that starts low and arches high up across the back wall. Your eyes follow its trajectory and you squint slightly as you drag them across the uninterrupted expanse of blue from the sky that’s reflected in through the sun and rain worn streaky windows. A single shaft of light splits from its main funnel and falls slantwise revealing something, or rather someone who quite literally takes your breath away. 

You see her face illuminated by a rosy glow. Her hair is tied into a neat bun and it sparkles in the refracted light as if it were ablaze. You sputter and choke on your spit which causes her to lift her head in your direction. She’s watching you. Or at least you think she’s watching. You can’t see her eyes through the dark sunglasses shielding them. If it wasn’t for the small hint of a crooked smile she gives you would be none the wiser. 

It takes you a good amount of time to muster up the courage to walk over to her. “Hi” is all you can manage. Your voice suddenly sounds too loud and it carries to the every corner of the space around you. You feel the blood rush to your feet and your stomach does a little flip. 

“No” she replies. 

“Wh-what?” you stammer out. Every last ounce of confidence you had slowly fizzles away like a deflating balloon. 

But she also smirks a little bit more.

“Ok say it then” she turns in her seat to face you. 

You raise a questioning eyebrow at her and she chuckles softly. “You came over to get my name and or my number, yes.” 

Her words come out more a statement than a question. You are pretty scared at this point but there is no turning back. You are fully committed to this embarrassment and by God you were going to let it play out completely.

“No, actually” you finally reply.

“Oh…” Your answer takes her by surprise and you applaud yourself internally when you notice a slight blush travel up her neck and settle on her cheeks. “What did you…” she starts but you interrupt her quickly.

“I wanted to ask if you’d remove your sunglasses” you gesture acting as if you were removing glasses from your face. 

She scrunches up her brows. “Why?” she asks genuinely confused.

Taking a half step closer you fidget with the fraying ends of your jacket sleeve. It’s now or never. “I just wanted to see if your eyes were too pretty for me.” 

She laughs dryly and shakes her head. One side of her cheek half dimples and you find it adorable. She removes the dark glasses and you smile. Her eyes are lovely, you wonder what they would look like in the full sunshine. Or closer up. 

“So what’s the verdict?” she asks breaking you out of your trance. 

“Well…” you answer taking a half step away from her. You cough through a chuckle at your silly little secret thoughts. “I was right” you answer, “much too pretty for me.”

She genuinely smiles exposing the whites of her teeth. You’re starting to love that dimple on her cheek and the laugh lines that crinkle of the edge of her eyes. 

Tagging: Plse let me know if you would like to be tagged or removed from the list entirely ❤️

@whataloadof @when-wolves-howl @youralphawolf72 @blackwidowismylove @screechcat @readings-stuff @scarlettsnat

#natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha x reader #ambrosia #redfic #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader

[sad-chaos-goblin]

Wrote a ficlet inspired by a conversation @ineffabildaddy and I had about Bearded Supreme Archangel Aziraphale. Thank you sooo much Sam for your input and making writing this silly thing extra fun! <3

The second coming has been averted, Heaven and the Metatron have been dealt with and our demon and angel are reunited. Apologies have been made, they're back in the bookshop. Crowley plans to finally take Aziraphale to enjoy a very alcoholic breakfast at the Ritz, but it seems like they might get sidetracked. 

“Mrrhm really angel, you’re fixing that again? Looks jus’ fine.” grumbles Crowley. He’s draped on the armchair, watching Aziraphale fussily rearrange his already neat bowtie.

Aziraphale purses his lips. “I am not going to the Ritz looking sloppy, I have standards.”

Crowley chuckles. “What ‘bout that beard and messy hair back in Heaven then? Not the most polished look, wass it?” he teases.

Aziraphale sighs fretfully. “I can’t believe I allowed myself to look so scruffy. Quite unacceptable.”

Crowley’s mind wanders, remembering how shockingly different Aziraphale had looked when he’d become Supreme Archangel. The wild curls, the slightly scruffy beard, the exhaustion so apparent on the face that used to be bright and cheerful, those usually sparkly eyes looking dull and bleary. He feels a stab of sorrow as he remembers. But intermingled with that sorrow are other feelings. The way his heart had raced when he’d imagined running his fingers through those long, untidy curls. The way he’d catch himself wondering how that beard would feel against his skin. He shifted in the armchair, feeling a rush of warmth tug inside him.

“Well angel, it’s not like it was a bad look. In fact, if you ever want to grow it back for a while, that would be…” he waves a hand trying - and failing - to look nonchalant. “…that would be fine… with me”. The last two words come out strained and a tad squeaky.

Aziraphale raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Oh, so you would like me to grow it back?” he says, cheekily.

“Well, mhh, if you want.” he says, breaking eye contact because he suddenly feels like he might explode if he keeps looking at the angel.

Aziraphale walks toward Crowley and leans forward, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair, bringing his face close to the demon’s.

His voice drops an octave. “I will, if you tell me that you want it”.

Crowley swallows hard. It’s a good thing he’s seated because he doubts his knees could hold him up right now. “Ngk. Yes, I want it” he rasps, barely managing to choke out the words.

Aziraphale’s mouth slightly quirks upwards. “As you wish, my dear”, his voice still low and commanding. He snaps his fingers and immediately the beard is back, and his hair is longer, messy curls falling on his forehead.

Crowley vaguely realises his hands are tightly clenched into fists. His heart is thumping wildly in his chest. His breath hitches in his throat, his eyes taking in the way the angel’s messy curls fall around his sparkling blue eyes, the way his soft lips look even softer framed by the silvery grey beard.

Aziraphale reaches a hand up to cup the demon’s neck and runs his thumb along his cheekbone. “What else do you want right now, Crowley?” he asks, voice gravelly and seductive.

Crowley feels like he’s caught on fire. He can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone think of anything clever or flirtatious to say. “Ngk. I… you, I want you, angel.”

Aziraphale smiles. He moves even closer, their noses touching. “I think we might need to reschedule the Ritz.” he whispers as he gently pulls Crowley into a slow, indulgent kiss.

#good omens #good omens ficlet #good omens fanfic #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #supreme archangel aziraphale #bearded aziraphale #aziraphale is a top

[yanderes-galore]

can i request a yandere rottmnt donatello scenario?

Sure! Sorry for the long wait, as usual- Aged up like always!

Safety Gear

Yandere! ROTTMNT/2018! Donatello Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Shocking, Implied kidnapping, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Forced relationship.

Donatello claimed his gadgets were for "your own safety". However that explanation felt like an excuse. His gadgets were just too odd.

Why would you need a collar around your neck for safety? Why was there such high security doors in the lair? Was any of it necessary?

"Isn't this neat!?" The purple soft shell turtle squeals. In front of you and him was a box. A shiny collar in a deep shade of your favorite color sat within it. It looked suspicious.

"What... is it, Donnie-" you ask, hesitancy heavy in your voice. The turtle looks to you with excitement before picking up the treasured item.

"This? I've been working on it for months to give you! It's meant to keep you safe! It... has a button on it that allows you to call us for help-"

You eye the collar suspiciously.

"That's it...?"

"Of course!"

"... You do know that collars are not my style, right?"

Donnie's face flushes slightly, looking at the collar in his grasp. He stammers in embarrassment for a moment before finding his words.

"Well, um... I understand that I- Look this was the only way I could get the tech in-"

"All just to give me a way to call for help?"

"Mhm!"

Donnie was trying to hide his blush when speaking with you, the collar firm in his hands. You sigh in exasperation. You weren't a dog.

"Donnie. I have a phone. You have my number." You breathe in deeply. "You text me ALL the TIME- Why would I need this!?"

You calm yourself when you see Donnie give you puppy eyes. He sniffs softly before cradling the device in his hands.

He was always so soft... his brothers always said so.

"I... I made it for you because I thought we got along well- You make me so nervous when you're not around here. What if someone steals or breaks your phone? How will you contact me then? Please... can you at least wear it for the day?"

Donnie's begging towards you, tears pricking his eyes. You hate seeing your friend so upset- He always had a way with tugging at your heartstrings.

"Donnie..." You start, the turtle staring at you with hope. "...Fine. Just for the day. I'm hiding it with my shirt, though."

"That's fine!" The turtle blurts, immediately happy again. "Let me help you put it on!"

You sigh and sit down, allowing the turtle to unclasp the collar before fastening it around your neck. You were surprised at how comfortable it was. It was such a nice shade, too.

You just wondered how he knew your measurements.

"You look so nice with it on...." Donnie muses softly, clicking a switch on the collar before backing away. He lingered for just a bit too long but he quickly gave you your space back.

"Thanks...." You murmur out of discomfort. You felt weird with it on. Why couldn't he have made a bracelet? This was degrading!

"You're welcome!" Donnie winks, walking over to a table to fidget with some other device. "You're good to go!"

You give your turtle friend a smile before standing yourself up, strolling through his little lab to leave for the day. However, before you exit those doors, you freeze.

It wasn't intentional. Your mind just couldn't process what was going on. Not when there was such a strong current of electricity surging through you like you've been tazed.

Without much of a word you collapse on the ground. Your body goes rigid before the current stops. Your mind feels fried, trying to process what you just did.

You willingly let Donnie put a shock collar on you. The turtle managed to sweet talk you into putting such a device on you, too. You couldn't believe it.

"Oh good, it works!" Donnie coos, making his way over to you. "I worked so hard to get it just right...."

You stare fearfully at the purple turtle you once called your friend. Now? Monster seemed to be the only title that fit.

"Donnie- what-"

"Shock collar, baby~ In your favorite color and everything! Isn't it pretty? I can make it go off whenever I wish or whenever you try to leave."

Donnie's grin is smug yet sadistic when he explains what's around your neck. You can't believe such a sweet turtle would do such a thing.... Especially one that was your friend.

"Why-?" You manage to croak out, Donnie cupping your face with his hands.

"Because..." The turtle grins, eyes holding a lovesick look in them.

"You can't get hurt if you can't leave me!"

#yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt donatello #yandere tmnt 2018

[battyshopkeeper]

The Riddler’s Shadow

“Being the other half of the Riddler isn't always easy, but seeing the city drown next to Edward makes it worth it.”

You visit Edward when he gets put in Arkham just to wait out the bombs and get some answers, not knowing he’ll finally ask you out tonight.

Edward Nashton x Male Reader

Word Count: 1574

Contains / Warnings:  Accomplice Reader, Love confession, Flirting, Mentions of death, Edward says some fucked up shit ngl, Bonus Bruce part.

"Your lawyer is here," a gruff voice echoed through Edward's cell as he just stared straight ahead at the dull brick walls of Arkham. His full attention instead focusing on the time, obsessively counting the seconds in his mind even as he was lead to the visitation room. It took him a bit to prepare himself with the idea of seeing someone late at night when the clock was ticking, at least he could have a laugh seeing the lawyers face when everything goes off, he tried to tell himself instead of focusing on the underlining annoyance he had.

Edward almost let out a yelp as he was forcefully pushed into the room by a guard, letting out an angry huff while mumbling insults and threats. It wasn't until Edward looked up that he froze at the spot. Your figure calmly sitting down in the dingy lit room, a neat suit fitting your form as you smiled all knowing at him. "Hello, I'll be your attorney for this case, I apologize for interrupting so late but we've been in a tight schedule since your little incident." You teased as he continued to stand still his mouth slightly agape, leaving a silence in the air that was only interrupted by the door shutting closed, making a loud metallic clank echoes between you.

"You're here...what- how?" He said in shock as you chuckled lightly at his almost comedic expression "I got my ways, although it was a pain in the ass to get here in short notice but hey- I'm with you now and with time to spare." You sigh sitting more comfortably in the chair as he slowly sat on the one in his side of the room. His mind continued to race with the fact that you snuck your way to be with him, instead of running to your hideout like he told you too. Before he could say anything you interrupted instead.

"So do they know?" You question, Edward frantically shook his head making you slump your shoulders down in newfound relief, "They have no idea you even exist. Not even a theory of a second person."

"Ouch that hurts." You jokingly say as soon you and Edward broke out into smiles while staring at each other through the scuffed plexiglass, him whispering excitedly "We really played everyone, didn't we?" under his breath.

You scoff looking off to the side almost in thought as his smile slightly flattened, "Yeah but all this means is the start of a new game and I don't know how long I can keep my identity a secret." You rub the back of your sore neck, the past couple of months taking a toll on you. Especially your mental health with the fear of a certain Bat finding and beating you being a constant looming threat. Edward paused noticing your tired gestures and appearance, a small bit of guilt overriding him as he replayed the memories of all those sleepless nights working together, it wasn't till he realized you were staring at him that his mind focused back on your words.

"But we did it, our plans worked out! Now it's our follower's job to complete this" He said as you chuckle to yourself, "Of course it worked out, I'm literally the best... But I don't know how long that will last. I'm gonna be revealed soon- at least the idea that I exist is going to be known. And you know how I feel about being put on the spot."

"That could mean a new chapter for us though." Edward nervously brought up, making you raise a brow at him curiously, a sign for him to continue as he anxiously fumbled with his cuffs "You next to me- us side by side publicly as we make this city break and bend to our feet so we can rebuild it! Oh think of all the things we could do, all those dirty politicians shaking in their mansions cause they know we can easily wipe them off Gotham's streets!" He laughed his piercing eyes fully glued onto you, "I may be the face of the Riddler but you- you're the backbone, the shadow. YOU complete ME."

You look at him in complete surprise with how bold his words were, making you turn into a flustered mess. Usually the only time he had the courage to make any moves on you was when he was in his full Riddler get-up, because of that you were always in an odd position of never knowing what you both were. One second he would have you pinned against a wall, threating that he'll break you- another second he would be to nervous to even look you in the eyes. Yet here Edward was, asking you to reveal yourself by his side, so that everyone forever knows you as being the other half of the Riddler.

You stand up leaning closer to the glass as you couldn't help but slyly smirk at him, almost bordering into teasing him before finally responding, "If I didn't know any better I'd say were asking me out, Ed."

"Would you...I mean- uh," he stumbled over his words, anxiously looking down at his hands before taking a few quick glances up at you "...Would you want too? Do you accept me being...yours?"

"I would've kissed you the second I got here if it wasn't for this damn cell." You confess while he leans forwards, mirroring you. His hand on the glass as you slowly put yours against it, only being able to feel the cold surface much to your disappointment.

"Don't worry. I'll break you out, I'm working on it... after that we'll go on a little date." You promise making him smile to himself. Of course you already had plans for this, that's what made you so reliable for so long. His eyes not so subtly following down you body, "Suits look really good on you..." he added making you roll your eyes playfully "Might have to wear them more often if you like them that much, of course you gotta be in uniform too." He instantly turned red as you look down on him, you really hated how you couldn't grab him at that moment. Patience wasn't always your strength, but all in good time. 

You suddenly fight back a laugh at the realization that Edward needed to be arrested and brought to Arkham to finally ask you out, yet the feeling of being with him made it all worth it.

Your eyes narrowed, finally coming back to the moment "The bombs. How long?" You suddenly asked as his smile widened "15 minutes, darling. You know you could think of every bomb exploding as how many lifetimes I'll cherish you. Every death being the eternities I'll spend with you."

"You're so cheesy, but I guess I'll be extending my stay then. Would hate to get my shoes wet on our first date." You chuckle as he continued it, more louder and ecstatic. His bottled up excitement finally reaching the surface.

Oh what a romantic night for you both.

___

"Master Bruce...I have some urgent news." Alfred spoke up while Bruce continued staring at his computer screens in his usual haze making the butler continue, "Riddler has escaped Arkham."

"How?" Bruce instantly asked sternly, turning to him before pulling up the news on his screen, Alfred looking on in silent worry. "There was a police report a couple of weeks ago... someone went in impersonating an attorney. At first they thought he was a crazed fan but now they suspect they might have something to with it."

"Any identity found on them?"

"Not yet but I scanned their face through every security cam footage around the city these past few years, it took a while but it recognized him in one. They were looking through several archives in a library again impersonating a high ranking officer. But my interest lies with the fact that he was looking at files on the Wayne family." Alfred pulled the video up then handed him a file full of the little scarce info on you.

"When was this?" He asked, flipping through the papers before looking up, "A couple of months before the video 'exposing' the Wayne family was released."

"Then that's not a new crazed fan. They been following him for a while." He stated putting the file on his desk, Alfred letting out a hum in thought, "Maybe one of his loyal followers from his personal account?"

Bruce stayed quiet looking at the black and white footage of you passing by the library entrance, your appearance and walk nonchalant, "No, Riddler has never done that with his followers...He's..." Bruce trailed off quietly, pausing the video as his eyes stared intensely at you, his mind racing back and fourth like he was connecting the dots and he quickly came to the realization.

"Care for context?" Alfred asked as soon Bruce slammed his fist at his desk suddenly. "It was always two- They were both working together, that explains how he got some of his info, the multiple licenses and passports, the timing of his attacks and appearances being short. All of it."

"So the Riddler has a shadow?" Alfred looked over to the stressed out younger man, "What are you going to do with this information, Master Bruce?"

"All we can really do is wait. They're not done with Gotham, until then I want everything on him." He pointed at you from the screen, his mission now changing to finding you and Edward before you pulled anymore strings.

#the batman #riddler x reader #riddler x male reader #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x male reader #x male reader #the riddler #edward nashton #mlm #bruce wayne

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Nameless Ghoul tickle headcanons, part one

A/N: I think my brain privileges need to be taken away. Not adding GIFS or pics because I'm still somewhat new to the fandom and the only ghouls I know for certain just by looking at are Swiss, Mountain, and Cirrus, and I don't wanna mix anyone up. Breaking this up into two parts, since there's eight of them. Right then! Here we go, in no particular order!

~ ~ ~

Mountain:

-Ticklish but not too much.

-Still can get reactions from him though.

-Spots include: where his tail meets his back, ribs, under arms, and thighs.

-Because he's so tall, one's best bet is to get him on the ground.

-It's usually a group effort if one wants to tickle him.

-He'll make things hard for the person trying to tickle him though.

-Chuckles a lot initially but get his tail and that'll get him really laughing.

-Has this booming, deep laugh that can be heard no matter where one is in the ministry. Hearty, loud laugh.

-Prefers to be the one doing the tickling. His height comes in handy here.

-Not above picking a target up, holding them upside down, and then going to town on their ribs or stomach.

-Smiles and laughs with the one he's tickling.

-Playfully teases his target.

-Will use his tail to tickle someone.

~ ~ ~

Rain:

-Definitely one of the more ticklish ghouls.

-Tickle spots include ribs, paw pads, (A/N: Yes, I headcanon Ghouls have peets) stomach, knees, and sides. Ribs are a death spot.

-Giggly boi.

-Shy. Hides his face a lot when he laughs.

-His tail wags when he gets tickled, embarrassing the hell out of him.

-Favorite tickle target of Dew and Aether.

-He gets ganged up on a l o t.

-Gets called 'giggle bug' as a teasy nickname and it scrambles his brain.

-Tries to get back at those that tickle him... But it quickly devolves and he's right back to being the one getting tickled.

-Can't win a tickle to save his life.

-Squirms and wiggles

-Get the right spot and he'll squeal!

-Gets extremely cuddly with Dew after he's been tickled.

-Prefers gentler, softer tickles. They're what gets him laughing the most.

-Swiss is an absolute menace with him because Swiss has trouble handling cute things.

~ ~ ~

Dewdrop:

-Absolutely explosive reactions when it comes to getting tickled.

-Tickle spots include: Base of tail, sides, horns, stomach and spine.

-Cannot withhold his reactions for a second.

-A lot of thrashing and flailing.

-His tail goes fucking crazy. It whips around quite a bit and if one isn't careful, he may smack you on "accident" with it.

-Cackles when one gets a bad spot. He guffaws a lot too.

-One must be careful after tickling Dew. He's a known revenge seeker and will be a plague unto one's house.

-He may not get his vengeance today or tomorrow... But he'll get it when one least expects it.

-He uses rougher tickles but never hard enough to cause pain or discomfort. He's significantly gentler with Rain.

-Not above using his tail to tickle someone and then acts like he's not doing anything.

-Like Mountain, tickling Dew takes a group effort but because he fights and tries to make it hard on the one trying to tickle him.

-The only one that can tickle him without getting fought, is Rain.

~ ~ ~

Swiss

-Oh boy. Ohhhhhh boy, we have an absolute bastard here.

-Definitely prefers to be the one dishing out tickles but doesn't mind if his target tries to get him back. He finds it fun and entertaining.

-He has some pretty neat mind powers. One of those not-so-neat powers is sending tingles to tickle spots. If he wants to be an even bigger ass hat, he can make it feel like there's actual fingers doing the tickling.

-He teases and he's mean as fuck about it. His teases never fail to render a target into a giggly, flustered puddle. Get flustered by the word 'tickle'? Welp, he's gonna use it as often as possible, just to fuck up your shit

-Because he can read minds, he knows a target's tickle spots already.... Which means they're fucked.

-Beware! He will use his teeth! He likes to nibble at necks or stomachs. That's how he nearly killed Rain and got launched into orbit by Copia.

-Uses teasy pet names too. He was the one that started calling Rain "giggle bug."

-Flirts too. Both tickling someone and getting tickled.

-On the flip side? He's rather ticklish himself.

-Tickle spots include: Thighs, hips, horns, between the shoulder blades, stomach, and underarms. Hips are a death spot.

-Melodious laugh. Very pleasant to listen to. Gets loud and wheezes from time to time but still very charming. Especially when he snorts.

-Will use his mind powers to fend off the one who wants to tickle him. He'll make his escape while they're busy laughing.

-Everyone knows when Swiss is in a mood to wreak havoc and tickle others. He starts sending tingles to every ghoul in the vicinity- sometimes Terzo and Copia- and starts looking for a target. He won't tickle someone if they don't want him to, though.

-Has absolutely no fucks to give about coming after Secondo, if the mood takes him.

-Likes coming after Terzo because he's smol.

-He met his match with Sunshine though... More on her in part two!

A/N: Should have part two up soon!

#erin's headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons #the band ghost #ghost the band #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss army ghoul

[thenightdayblogger]

alternatively a 46 (linking arms with each other) for marius and cordelia, at a point where that is the maximum amount of contact he can have with another person without spontaneously combusting LMAO

Hi it has been near Exactly three months from this ask game and i have two more of these in my inbox. I've tried on and off again with this for weeks but now I've written this 1.8k chunk for nano and toss it completely unedited into this. Thank you for the ask em beloved <3

The sun is bright and the air is warm, and Marius is indescribably relieved when Cordelia breaks from her group to find him again, because he had been standing examining the same flower bush for fifteen minutes, and he got the feeling that was starting to look a little suspicious.

“Enjoying the flowers, Marius?” Cordelia’s voice is light and easy as he moves to meet her—some of the courtly affection of her accent slipping away in favor of amusement. Dressed as elegantly as she ever was, a fan flutters idly in one hand, just below a mouth trying not to smile. “Alchemist Pierce will be nervous about the competition.”

“No need for that.” Marius says, giving one last baleful glance back at the bush. It had served him well enough, but it could have stood to be a little taller. He had a crick in his neck from staring down at it. “I’ve literally no idea what that is.”

“So you’ve been staring at a plant you don’t recognize for fifteen minutes to avoid walking around?” She chides, no real censure to her voice. A spark of her real smile glints, bright as the water off the fountain. “Marius. Just say you're hot and go inside.”

“But I’m not hot.” Marius says, trying and failing to ignore the jolt of pleasure at her using his name. Not many used it. In Cordelia’s mouth it had a warmth to it, an insinuation of accord. Partnership—affection, even? It sets off a different sort of twang in his stomach. The sensation was bewildering—their friendship was novel still, hard-won and careful. No surprise he acted oddly to parts of it, considering…well. Everything. But he puts it aside. “It’s nice out here. I just—didn’t feel much of a desire to promenade.”

“Because you didn’t want to be accosted by someone you didn’t want to talk to.” Cordelia says, and Marius grants the point with a wry dip of his head. He didn’t mind so much with her, though. It felt less like being scrutinized, more like being understood. Her voice is gentler then, but still teasing. “So your solution was to stand in a corner and look at a bush.”

“It worked.” He points out. Nobody had blinked twice, actually, which probably said more about how he came across to the nobility of Deora than anything. Most of the crowd of nobles had been led on by Alchemist Courtlandt, loudly extolling his own virtues as he gave them a grand tour of his accomplishments—thank the Lady that Marius had managed to get out of that, because Alchemist Courtlandt ranked barely below Alchemist Yancey in people he talked to only when cornered.

“It did.” Cordelia concedes, eyes dancing. “However, if you’d like to lean a little less on your botany—?”

She holds out an arm. He stares, for a moment, uncomprehendingly.

“…what are you doing—” He begins, and then it clicks, “Oh!”

“Promenading.” Cordelia says, with the faintly pleased look she got when she felt like something had been resolved neatly. Which to be fair it had been. To not have his undivided attention would immediately decrease interest in speaking with him. By virtue of their work together Cordelia could stick close, and without a doubt deflect anyone still trying to accost him much more skillfully then he ever could.

A very neat solution. Except he is suddenly, bewilderingly aware of the fact that he had never actually touched Cordelia, beyond hauling each other up over walls and brief, fleeting pats on the back as they had squeezed past each other in the narrower parts of the lab. The sudden rush of unease roots him to the spot, startling him with his own intensity, and it takes a few breaths for him to get over it.

A few breaths too many, he thinks. He had hesitated for too long. Cordelia giving an apologetic half-smile as she moves to step backward, arm descending.

“We can also go by the card tables, if you’ve a mind to play rather then walk. I think Grandmaster Benedictine might be there—”

“Yes.” Marius blurts out, graceless and hasty, and hastily appends. “To promenading. I mean. Sorry, I was just—ah. Lost it thought.” He’s not quite sure why he is so uneasy about it, but the idea of not doing it, of Cordelia taking note and not asking again—jolts something much more unpleasant in his ribcage.

“Oh.” Cordelia says, surprised and trying to hide that she’s pleased. “Then—?” She holds out an arm again, more confidently this time, and Marius relies on momentum to slip their arms together, her hand naturally coming to rest on the crook of his. She’s wearing gloves—trim white ones that reach past her elbows—but yet somehow he thinks he feels the warmth of her hand even through the layers of fabric separating them.

They walk. It’s a little ungainly at first—Marius thinks the last time he had done something like this had been escorting Ariadne in the year before her leaving, a melancholy thought that he pushes away immediately before it can make him tenser. He focuses instead on Cordelia, who seems content to drift silently on the path for now, with the odd wry comment on this statue or that. In her other hand, her fan moves the little stray hairs that had fallen from her sleek bun and artful tendrils. This close to her, the light splays gold across the soft angle of her nose, exposing the barest hint of freckles across the bridge of it.

…This is not actually helping either, now that he’s thinking about it. He Maybe he is overtired from the sun.

“I wonder where Courtlandt’s supplied.” Cordelia says, and Marius wrenches his attention back to the matter at hand. She is looking thoughtfully at a piece of Artifice that decorated this particular part of the garden—a set of small, metallic peacocks that strutted around their assigned area, fanning out feathers of silk and occasionally letting out high, musical notes in harmony. Not faithful to actual peacocks, who Marius had seen a good deal more screaming then singing of, but he supposed it was the fashion of the thing.

“For which part?”

“The wires, mostly.” Cordelia says, moving a little closer—and by extension, Marius along with her. She doesn’t seem to notice, and if Marius wants to inform her the words stick in his throat. “Only Nadarch has consistent standards, and import taxes are such a nightmare. But I’m sure he could afford it.” She sighs, a trace of envy coloring her voice.

“Maybe a composite.” He says. “But either way, I think it’ll fail sooner then he’d like to it, so a bit of a waste. The Viscount might not be pleased that his birds stop singing so soon.” That gets her attention—a curious glance his way.

“Why do you think so?”

“The base system is trifactal.” Marius says, gesturing toward the delicate workings on the birds’ wings, triangular in shape. “But their marques are aligned at the fourth and tenth.”

“To account for the movement of the wings, no?”

“Indeed.” Marius says. “But they’re fixed to the third, and I don’t think Courtlandt’s done the appropriate amount of re-aligning on the back end. See—” He points as the nearest and largest of them, raising its head and opening its beak. For a split second, its beak jars open unnaturally, eyes unblinking, before the music whirls from its throat and it continues on its naturalistic pattern.

“Huh.” Cordelia says, surveying. “I didn’t notice. And if it’s at odds with the base system it’ll just keep falling farther out of sync.”

“Yes.” Marius says. “Not unfixable yet, but tedious and time-consuming for most, and I doubt he’ll think to worry enough to work on it until it drags the whole thing under and he’s got to go fix it himself.”

“Mhm. And are you going to offer to do it for him?” She sends him an amused glance before he can answer. “I heard the ‘for most,’ I can put the pieces together. If it takes him three days it’d take you two hours?”

“Perhaps.” Marius admits. He had begun to practice realigning when he was eight years old, so probably closer to an hour then two. It seemed maybe not the right moment to say it though, although he suspected Cordelia would just laugh. “And no, I won’t.”

“No?” She says, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Understandable. He’s not much aligned with you, and it could be easily taken badly.”

“Yes.” Marius says, and in an impulse of blunt honesty—“I also just hate him.”

Cordelia startles—snorts loudly, pressing a crooked finger to her mouth as if to stifle the sound before she gives up and laughs. No malice, just mirth. Marius cannot suppress his own smile at the sound of it. It's a strange compulsion, to laugh when she does; he thinks it's something about the way her shoulders shake, her palm hard to her lips as she struggles to recompose herself. The way laughter lingers in her eyes, undimmed even after she drags the courtly mien back around her. Her hand briefly clasps at his arm, which seems to make her realize that she was still holding it—when they disentangle, he is struck by a sudden sense of loss he is unsure how to explain.

“Well.” She says finally, still struggling to tamp down the laughter bubbling out of her. Any anxiety that she had some sort of previously unspoken affection for Courtlandt is quashed when she bumps her shoulder against his —companionable, a darkly amused look flicked up at him from under her lashes. “Can’t blame you for that. And he can’t even fob it off on an apprentice when it’s a patron this significant—although he might try. By the blessings, what alchemists will make their apprentices do.” She laughs again—nothing of courtly artifice to it. “I light candles at devotional in thanks for you.”

“Hah.” Marius says with a stuttered half-laugh, feeling himself flush and praying it didn’t show up. If he had been given his mother’s olive tones it would be much less of a problem. “You’d be wasted on re-calibrating.”

“Doubtlessly.” Cordelia says, another faint smile turning her mouth. “Did you want to go back now?”

Marius makes to agree and hesitates. Over her head, he sees vibrant flashes of color congregating across the broad green lawn—other guests, he wagers, being plied by servants with tea and treats. He should probably suggest they join them.

“One more turn.” He finds himself saying. This time it’s him who holds out an arm. “I’ve a mind to see if he knows what a rooster looks like.”

#cordelia marchand #marius arsenault #a strange and wondrous thing #em tag

[bemystargirl]

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃 — 03

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 after being rescued from a plane crash and stranded for nineteen months , Naomi Miller left town. Its now twenty-five years later. With a new identity , Amelia Davis returns but the horrors never left her.

; swearing violence

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𝗡𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 soft grumbles in her sleep, tossing and turning under Naomi's bedsheet covers, her blonde hair was a mess sticking out in different directions. her makeup was smudged, particles of her mascara fell to her under eyes, Naomi was wide awake. Every time she would blink her eyes would adjust to the pitch black ceiling, lulling into a void of nothingness, the wind blew and whistled at her slightly ajar window, the branches banging at the bricks. 

Her mind was playing those memories with Jeff like a VHS tape, continuously repeating his words in her head.

"I love you." 

"You're so beautiful." 

Was it all bullshit? Everytime she would convince herself those words were true her brain decided to play a trick on her and remember the party, the weird smiles and chuckles him and Jackie would share together. Then it would lead to how much of a horrible friend she was, to Tai's words. 

"Your a loyal friend." Yeah, fucking, right.

Her cold fingers would massage the hickeys, messily covered with concealer on her neck, shivering from the contrast of body heat, she would sigh, then the cycle would repeat again. 

Amelia sat in the creaky blue school chair, her legs crossed, nibling on the inside of her cheeks thinking about what to say, Shauna sat beside her rather then a pissed look like Amelia she had a worried face plastered on top, Then there was jeff. His lips formed a frown, brows furrowed but his eyes were sad, the same worried expression Shauna had. 

"You can come in now." The door creaked open a women late 30s stood in the doorframe, a not so neat bun a way too short pencil shirt and a way too bright bra poking through her white blouse. 

"Fucking finally." Amelia grumbled, standing up first pushing past the women she stepped into the principles office, she had put a lot of thought of what to say when Jeff drove them all to the high school, but seeing Sherrie's curly brown hair, tan skin and blue eyes paired with a dried nosebleed made her want to scream. 

"What the fuck where you thinking, Sherrie?" Amelia gasped, stomping over to her daughter lifting up her head to wipe away the left over blood, Jeff and Shauna went over to Callie's side she was mostly fine, apart from a slightly swollen left cheek and a small bruise. 

Sherrie went silent. 

"You better have a pretty good reason for this before I-" Amelia gritted her teeth before the principle started talking. 

"Thanks for getting here so quickly." He nodded, Amelia took the seat, right of Sherrie, Left of Shauna, Callie sat in the middle of her and Jeff. 

"Its.. Fine." Amelia put on a smile, Shauna nodded. 

"Well.. After a thorough investigation." He began, Amelia rolled her eyes. 

"We think that, this was over... a boy?" The principle cringed as Amelia scoffed with disgust 

"A guy? You fought a girl over a guy." Amelia's jaw dropped as Sherrie cringed, biting her lower lip.  

Shauna and Jeff's eyes met

"Its not my fault she's a fucking cunt." Sherrie spat out her words like poison, leaned towards Callie rolling her eyes, Jeff's eyes widened 

"Woah-" Jeff begun, Shauna put a hand on his arm shutting him. 

"Have you gone insane? I get that shits been tough, but you don't get the right to be a dickhead because of it!" Amelia watched as Sherrie sighed, slouching her her chair

"What even happened for this- fight to break out?" Shauna asked Callie, she looked away 

"She was flirting with my boyfriend." Callie mumbled making Sherrie let out a laugh

"Oh my god, are you that insecure or something, I wasn't flirting with him, we were paired up for a science project!" Sherrie growled as Amelia pushed her back

"Woah, calm it down. So.. you were paired with her boyfriend for a science project, she thought you were flirting with him, then what?" Shauna asked Sherrie 

"Then she started shouting at me to 'leave her boyfriend alone, that 'he doesn't want me' so i said i was just trying to do my work, so she went all fucking crazy throwing punches and shit." Sherrie snapped as Callie looked down at her feet in defeat. 

"Holy shit." Amelia let out a laugh of pure disbelief as the principle finally said something. 

"Well, given both girls got into a fight, its mandatory I suspend them for at least a week."

Sherrie grunted as Amelia took her phone off her shoving it into her back pocket as the five of them left the school building, Amelia chuckled as she saw Jeffs car. 

"Fuck, right, I hitched a ride with you." Amelia sighed turning around to look at them

"Oh.. No worries we'll give you a ride home." Jeff shrugged , Sherrie grunted.

"What? Why were you with them to begin with?" Sherrie tugged on her mothers arm 

"Because smartass, they're our neighbours, Just get in the car, the real adults need to speak." Amelia watched as Sherrie stomped off to the car, Callie barely looked up at her. 

"Fuck.. I'm so fucking sorry.." Amelia's tone changed in seconds "I mean, I knew moving would be difficult and shit but- I don't know what I did wrong.." Amelia sighed looking to the car, Sherrie's eyes following the sky. 

"No no, its fine, its Callie's fault anyway." Jeff shrugged, Shauna nodded, Amelia bit her lip as she thought for a second looking back from the car to them 

"You three should come over for dinner tonight. we can sort this out, properly."  

No Diggity from Blackstreet blasted through Naomi's radio, Nat joking humped her, Naomi folded their clothes, a laugh escaped her as she pushed her away, the two dancing around her room. 

"What about... this?" Nai pulled out a small pink flowery dress, shaking it to show the frills 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we were packing for nationals not to go to bible camp with Laura Lee." Nat laughed throwing her folded underwear at her, only for Naomi to stick her tongue out at her turning back to her wardrobe looking for more clothes.

"Bring more jumpers and shit, My dad told me Seattle is like, really rainy." Naomi threw her mauve sweater as Nat. 

The plane was an understatement of rich, it was massive, clean and otherwise perfect. Naomi had never been on a plane before, her father was already too busy traveling around the world for his job and her mother was probably too drunk in some random alleyway to even remember she had a child, her hand interlinked with Nat's as they walked down the pathway, choosing a random isle to sit together, 

Natalie ended up dragging Naomi to some random seat, taking the window seat whilst Nai took the middle seat, the two giggled as the plane begun to move. 

Naomi let out a yawn. Maybe not sleeping all night took a toll on her. 

Her head rested on Nat's shoulder as she drifted to sleep. 

Naomi felt Nat's shake her awake, both of Nat's hands went to her upper arms forcing her to jolt awake. She was tired, looking around, her eyesight of blurry and confusion began to kick in, Nat pulled down Naomi's mask forcing it around Naomi's face. It was shaky, causing the two to rumble around in their seats a little. 

After a while of blinking herself awake and trying to comprehend whatever Nat was trying to say to her, she looked out the window. the plane was going down. gushes of wind sped past them, the sky quickly changed into a forest 

Nat gripped onto Nai's hand, her black nails digging into her skin, causing it to turn white, Naomi turned her head there was a lot of screaming. there was a lot of banging and rustling around the plane moved a  lot, Naomi probably had a few bruises from the amount of times she banged her head.

The plane crash landed into a forest. Nat's grip loosened slightly, she was sobbing hysterically, panting for air, Naomi was shaking, breathing heavily she shook as she tried to stand up, pulling Nat up with her. 

Misty and Tai were prying open the door to the plane, Naomi took off her oxygen mask, letting out shallow breaths as she leaned against an empty seat. 

She could see Misty, Tai, Lottie and a few others leave the plane. Where was Van? 

"Fuck- No Shauna don't leave me!" The fire sort of overwhelmed her begging voice but Nai turned around, Jackie and Shauna soon left the plane

"Nat. Go." Naomi pushed Natalie towards the door, before mauveing her way past the rubble, she let out a sharp hiss as the plane moved again, barely able to catch her feeting. she felt the air leave her lungs as she passed the dead body of Rachel. 

"Van?" She yelled out, her voice was dry and sore, this time the plane moved again Naomi couldn't catch herself a scream was let out as a broken piece of metal impaled the skin above her hip, blood oozed out, soaking her yellowjacket's varsity jacket. 

"Naomi?" A voice yelled back, Nai tried her best to push forward to the back of the plane, The fire was growing closer, practically burning the baby hairs on her neck when she reached Van.

"Fuck- Okay, Im gonna lift this up, you need to quickly move." Naomi explained, she let out a moan of pain moving her blood covered hand to the cabinet, crushing Van. She nodded the best she could, unbuckling the seatbelt Naomi begun to lift, she let out grunts of frustration as her hand slipped slowly down leaving large blood hand prints on the cool grey metal, she let out another scream as the palm of her left hand was sliced open from a blown open piece of metal. 

Van threw herself out. Holding onto the opposite seat and Naomi's shoulder for support. Naomi gasped as she let go her hand had a large crooked cut from the bottom of her index finger to the freckle on the bottom right of her palm. 

The plane exploded, Naomi stepped out of the plane after van, right in front of Shauna and Jackie. 

"Surprise." Van grunted before pulling Naomi away, she turned back to see Jackie's and Shauna's shocked expressions. 

Van soon went off to hug tai, Naomi lifted up her shirt, the piece of small metal stuck out of her skin like mushrooms growing off a tree, the skin was bruised and sore, blood clots formed around her broken skin, tears of it dropping down her hips collected by her denim jeans she let out a gasp, banging the back of her head near a tree. 

"Holy fuck, I thought you died out there!" Nat cried pulling her into a hug, Naomi cried causing her to pull away, she winced seeing the blood gush out of her staining her white tank top red. 

"Oh, shit.." Nat groaned out loud catching most people attention, stepped back as Misty came closer, along with Shauna and Tai. 

"We need to take it out." Misty gave Nat whatever she was holding before as she moved to lift up Naomi's shirt. 

"W-wai-!" Naomi was cut off by Misty pulling out the piece of metal, a scream was ripped out of her lungs before the clattering sound of the metal falling to the ground was heard. Tai let out a gag as Nat shouted as Misty to stop. 

Naomi's head went dizzy, her eyes started to black out, she could barely make out words she felt as if the whole world was spinning, her head rested against the moss of the tree, her skin pale and sweaty with pink flushed cheeks.  

"Nai? Naomi stay awake!" Nat shook her awake, her eyes blinked, but the voices were becoming clearer, Taissa was by her side lifting her shirt up just under her bra whilst Misty wrapped a large strip of 'bandages' around her waist settling it on the cut, It was horrible to look at, the metal sliced her skin open in different ways the cut became crooked stretching round to her back slightly. 

"Misty, hurry the fuck up!" Nat screamed at her, before turning back to her brushing brown strands of hair behind her ears her other hand resting on Nai's good hand. 

Then the dizziness returned, splotches of black made her blink faster, her breath became shallow ,misty tightened the bandages. this time she couldn't stop from fainting.

"Wait, so you called your child after a Spanish wine?" Shauna asked taking a sip of the red wine, Callie and Sherry sat opposite of each other, both silent as they messed around with the food on their plates, Amelia let out a loud laugh. 

"No! Sherrie, with an ie, not sherry with a y." Amelia laughed sipping her wine. "I named her after Sherrie Levine, The famous photographer?" Sherrie rolled her eyes. 

"Famous photographer.." Jeff begun, repeating Amelia's words "You know who that remind me of, Shauna?" Jeff nudged Shauna who just shrugged taking another sip of wine. "Naomi." The air went silent around them, Amelia looked at her plate, gulping down larger sips of wine her, Sherrie and Callie waiting for her response, she had none, so jeff continued. 

"She was always great at Photography, what ever happened to her?" Jeff asked another sip of wine. 

"I don't know, she left town after the crash." Shauna's words weren't filled with hatred, but with sorrow, Amelia coughed. 

"How does ice cream sound?" Amelia questioned, taking another gulp of wine. 

"No, wait, I want to know about this Naomi girl, what crash?" Sherrie asked, leaning in closer letting her fork clatter on the plate. 

"You never told me about anyone called Naomi?" Callie agreed. 

"Well..." Shauna begun, Amelia shot up from her seat. 

"I'm going to wash the dishes." Amelia mumbled taking away her and Sherrie's plate, Callie stared at her confused. 

Amelia put the water pressure as high as it would go, hoping it would drown out the sounds of Shauna's speaking, it didn't. So she zoned out instead, aggressively scrubbing the plates, until the water turned out, She flipped to see Jeff, Plates in one hand, his other arm was still on the tap. 

"Oh, Im sorry." Amelia smiled, taking the plates off of him putting them into the sink. 

"No worries, you ok, you got pretty freaked out when Shauna was talking about the crash?" Jeff moved, leaning against the counter as Amelia put the tap back on, on a lower setting this time. 

"Im fine, I- Im fine." Amelia nodded putting the washed plate onto the pile of washed dishes, Jeff started wiping them down with a table cloth. 

"So, your new to town." Jeff begun small talk, Amelia wanted to sigh and tell him to fuck off but she swallowed her thoughts. 

"Yeah, I used to travel alot, for my work.. But Sherrie's  that age now, she needs to settle down for collage." Amelia rambled sort of hoping he would get bored and listen to Shauna instead. 

"Oh? What's your job?" He asked placing the now dried dishes into a new pile. 

"Journalist." Amelia watched as Jeff nodded placing the plate into the new pile, She picked up a knife, her thoughts went else where as the sponge slipped her grip, the knife slicing her palm open. from the bottom of her index finger, to the freckle on the bottom right of her hand. 

Amelia let out a shaky breath. letting the blood drip down her palm for a second before Jeff reacted for her. 

"Shit." Jeff grabbed her wrist leading it to the tap, watching the water turn from white into a light red colour. his large hand wrapped around hers as he placed the table cloth on her palm, pressing gently on it. 

"Nasty cut." He mumbled, keeping his hand against hers, moving closer so their arms were touching. 

"Yeah.."

A scream escaped Laura Lee, Jolting Naomi awake, her head went back as she felt the bandages on her side, remembering the cut the crash where they were. 

Naomi lifted herself up her gaze going to her left hand, it was wrapped up. 

There was a body perched in the tree Laura Lee stood at, horrified. it was coach, Javi yelled for his dad as Naomi stood beside him, a hand resting on his back. 

"Holy Macaroni, Is that?-" Misty begun, wide eyed. 

"Hes got to be dead, right?" Natalie asked before Nai smacked her on the arm. 

"Nat." Naomi warned, her eyes flickering to Javi stood by her side.

"Okay, who has the best arm?" Jackie begun before Naomi cut in. 

"What?- Oh are we going throw rocks at him now?" Naomi scoffed as Van agreed. 

"Oh yeah, that's a fuck-ton smarter, your on fire today, Jackie, oh wait that's supposed to be me." Van grunted, her words layered in sarcasm. Naomi looked at the ginger girl sadly.

"Okay, stop it, we need a plan." Shauna said cutting off their arguments. 

"We could lower him down with ropes?" Laura Lee looked around, holding her stuffed bear between her arms, some rolled their eyes but all stayed quiet. 

"Vines then, I don't know.." Laura Lee's hope disintegrated as Nat scoffed.

"fucks sake, Laura Lee, we're not going to Tarzan him out of the tree." Nat shot down her idea. 

"You got a better idea?" Jackie spoke up as Naomi cut in again. 

"Then shoes and ropes? Yeah, cut down the fucking tree. " Naomi shrugged as Jackie rolled her eyes. 

Travis came out and begun climbing the tree? 

"Travis?" Naomi yelled her hand going to his arm, but she was already injured and weaker then him he escaped her grasp with ease. 

Everyone shouted at him to stop, but of course he didnt listen, continuing going further and further up the tree, the tree creaked and moaned as he got closer to the branch his father was perched on. 

"Travis, dont be a dick, just- get fucking down!" Naomi yelled up at him.

 The branch almost snapped off, Van yelled at him to move back, luckily he did, the branch snapped off, the coaches body and the branch landed on the blankets, he was impaled in the chest, his skin was pale and sickly looking, Naomi gagged noticing the blood slowly seep through the blankets...

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𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕'𝚜 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚙 (𝙿𝚝 𝟹)

"It's you, isn’t it? We've been looking for you for a long time" Sam says.

"Well, you found me"

"But the holy water?"

"You think something like that works on something like me?" Sam tries to fight the force that has pinned him to the wall, but fails.

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact," He puts the gun down on a table "Here. Make the gun float to you there, psychic boy" Sam looks at the gun, but nothing happens.

"Well, this is fun" He walks over to the window besides Dean and Theo "I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this...." He sighs "This is worth the wait" Theo struggles, but it still pinned to the wall. John looks over at her.

"Your Dad – he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood"

"Let him go, or I swear to God-" Dean says.

"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice" He comes over to Dean "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter"

"Who, Meg?"

"The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand"

"You've got to be kidding me"

"What You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" He smiles at Dean "Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right"

"She died screaming...I watched her wither in pain as I finished the last verse of the exorcism" Theo says. She suddenly feels a force and she couldn't breathe.

"Stop! Stop it, let her go you fucking bitch!" Dean shouts. The force around Theo's neck disappears and she takes deep breaths. John smirks at her.

"You son of a bitch" she says.

"I wanna know why. Why'd you, do it?" Sam asks. John turns to him.

"You mean why did I kill Mommy and pretty, little Jess?"

"Yeah" John turns back to Dean and Theo.

"You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him" John backs up towards Sam "Been shopping for rings and everything" He turns to Sam "You want to know why? Because they got in the way"

"In the way of what?"

"My plans for you, Sammy. You...and all the children like you"

"Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologuing" Dean says and Theo nods, faking a yawn. John goes over to them.

"Funny, but that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth"

"Oh, yeah? What's that"

"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam – he's clearly John's favourite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you. And Theo was John's princess, he would put her before you any day"

"I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em" Dean just smiles at him and John looks at Dean. He steps back and puts his head down. When he looks back up Dean suddenly yells in pain.

"Dean! No!" Sam shouts.

"Let him go you fucking bastard!" Dean starts to bleed heavily from his chest. Sam and Theo start to struggle against the force pinning them. Theo is forced to look next to her and see her twin being killed.

"Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!" John looks at him again and smiles. Dean starts screaming in pain.

"Dean! No!" Sam shouts.

"Please! Stop!" She pleads, tears falling down her cheeks. Blood is flowing out of Dean. Sam and Theo struggle as hard as they can to break free. Blood is running out of Dean's mouth.

"Dean, please" Dean passes out.

"Dean!"

"Dean! Dammit keep your eyes open. Please!" John then walks over to Theo, grabbing her by her chin and looking at her.

“And you, my daughter. I don’t know what to do with you. Can’t exactly kill you…at least not yet. So, I wonder.” John then stands back as Theo feels the pressure back in her throat as she begins choking.

“Stop! Stop! Leave her alone!” Sam shouts.” Damn it! Stop it!” Theo slowly begins to lose consequence.

"Stop" John, the real John, whispers. Sam is suddenly let go "Theo" Theo is then let go, the pressure around her neck too, where she falls to her knees and breaths heavily. She then goes to Dean and cradles him, keeping pressure on his wounds. Sam dives and grabs the gun off the table. John turns to him, eyes yellow once again, and Sam aims the gun at him. "You kill me, you kill Daddy"

"I know" Sam fires the gun, shooting John in the leg. He falls down and goes over to his brother and sister.

"Dean? Dean, hey? Oh God" Sam says, helping Theo put pressure on his wound.

"He's lost a lot of blood, Sammy. So much blood" Theo says, breaking down.

"Where's Dad?" Dean mumbles.

"He's right here. He's right here, Dean"

"Go check on him"

"Dean"

"Go check on him" Sam looks at Theo.

"Go, I've got him. She says" Sam gets up and goes over to check on John. He is lying motionless on the floor.

"Dad? Dad?" John suddenly looks up.

"Sammy! It's still alive. It's inside me, I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" Sam aims the gun at John "Do it now!"

"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it" Dean says.

"You've gotta hurry! I can't hold onto it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!"

"Sam, no" Theo says.

"You do this! Sammy! Sam..." The demon suddenly leaves John in a black cloud from his mouth. It disappears through the floor. John looks at Sam accusingly.

==

Sam is driving with John by his side. Dean and Theo is in the back seat. John gasps in pain, Theo has her arms wrapped around Dean, who is slumped in her chest.

"Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital's only ten minutes away"

"Please hold on Dean" Theo says, putting her head on his, tears falling down her cheeks.

"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first -before me, before everything" Sam looks in the rear-view mirror at Dean and Theo, seeing how vulnerable the two are.

"No, sir. Not before everything. Look, we've still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon...."

"WATCH OU-" Theo is cut from an eighteen-wheeler that suddenly slams into the passenger side of the Impala at full speed, driving it sideways in front of it. The driver of the semi is sitting behind the wheel. His eyes are black. Dean, Sam, Theo and John are all unconscious in the car-blood covering them all.

#supernatural #older sister winchester #oc insert #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom

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Dice Roll Result: 5

4 of hearts

5/11/2023 3:17 pm

Designation: Amb57.89

Unit: DRGN12

My SCS is itching like crazy. 

I’ve already tried everything. There’s got to be something, Creams don’t do anything. I want steroids or something but the doctors say it’s normal. 

I don’t want to die because I’m too busy scratching my neck like some idiot dog. I can’t even sleep. You’re not supposed to drive without sleeping but here they have me piloting a 80 foot machine on 2 hours.

The adults in the camo and stuff, like... they won’t even look at me. Probably because I’m a kid. They all trained hard to get here and I just ended up here because of a stupid blood test. Well, sure glare at me all you want, but it’s not like I asked to be here. Complain to your boss. The BRASS. They’re the ones who are keeping here. I don’t want to be here. I should be on summer break! I should be at PROM! This sucks...

Queen of Diamonds.

...anyway.

I saw the sea for the first time. I didn’t think it was that red. It looked like everything in it just died and all their blood leaked into the water. Not everything is dead though. There’s the carrion whales. I don’t know how those things are alive. They’re covered in sores. It was kinda gross. Their skin looked like it was falling off. What did people do to make the ocean that way? I know we train there because there’s no people but I don’t know if I wanna look at those monsters again.

Anyway, 

DRGN12 initializing. Systems Green 

Amber Riley, 

signing off.

5/16/2023 3:17 pm

Designation: Amb57.89

Unit: DRGN12

Ace of Spades

I killed someone today. I don’t mean like... I blew up their car or shot down their plane. It’s just... I kept hitting their mech and nothing was happening. They had some sort of special armor. So I managed to grab the mech and well...

I wasn’t thinking. With the SCS you don’t have to think. I guess I lost it. I used my bare hands to pull open the enemy cockpit and then I just... I just smashed him. Like a spider. It’s not like I was like... oh hey, I can just kill this guy. My whole mind was in survival mode. I was just trying to live. I saw it though.

The blood and...

... sigh.

Whatever.

DRGN12 initializing. Systems Green

Amber Riley,

signing off.

5/18/2023 3:17 pm

Designation: Amb57.89

Unit: DRGN12

Six of Hearts

Today was our off duty time. So I was with Brian listening to music again. The guy has really interesting taste. He likes older music. Like REALLY older music. Today we were listening to this song called “Unforgettable”. That’s a really neat song. He has this dog back at home, the dog has its own Instagram. He’s always watching to see if his dog posts something. He knows it’s not really the dog posting but... it’s fun to think so. The dog says how proud he is to be the dog of a Mech pilot. They dress him up and stuff. It’s super cute.

DRGN12 initializing. Systems Green

Amber Riley,

signing off.

Queen of Hearts

5/20/2023 3:17 pm

Designation: Amb57.89

Unit: DRGN12

Brian died today.

It’s not like we were ambushed or anything. I knew our patrol would take us closer to enemy units. So I stayed far away from the designated path but Brian stuck to the route even though he knew he was in more danger. When he was attacked... I didn’t help him. I was too scared.

His dog is still posting selfies on instagram, but Brian isn’t liking his posts any more. The dog is posting like... are you asleep Brian? Are you in a place with no coverage? Brian, please give your dog a like.

But I know it’s not really his dog writing this.

You don’t have to forgive me... I hope you don’t.

DRGN12 initializing. Systems Green

Amber Riley,

signing off.

#CHVLR