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paigefleur · 2 years
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Random Den Item #008 - Spring Lamppost
A very pretty spring lamppost.
• Members only
• From Spring Festival
• Can be obtained by watering in the adventure
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dndtreasury · 10 months
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Ferox Mushroom
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suiana · 9 months
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yandere! auctioneer x gn! reader
"800 million!"
"900 million!"
"900 calling once! calling twice! and... sold to the man in white top hat !"
the crowd sighs while the man in the top hat smirks triumphantly, happy with his item. the item being a small ruby heart stolen from the biggest bank vault in France.
yes, this was no normal bidding event. it was an underground bidding event, hosted illegally by thieves, corrupt people, even criminals! and our auctioneer for the night was none other than the infamous ringleader of the illegal bidding centre.
wanted by every country, he's committed countless crimes and escaped unscathed, leaving little clues to where or who he is. in fact, the only clue he's ever left at every crime scene was the title 'auctioneer'. no DNA, no traces, nothing. he was simply a master at escaping.
and he was also a master at taking things that weren't his.
soon, a cage covered by a red cloth gets pulled into the stage. the grand finale. everyone sits in anticipation, holding their breaths as some helpers carefully remove the red cloth. and there, sat a person, you.
"this is our final item for the night and it's none other than... the next heir to the biggest company in the world - y/n!"
the crowd cheers loudly, mouths watering in delight as you glare at all of them. yes, you had been kidnapped by the auctioneer. it was a mistake on your part. blindly trusting a random guy on the streets when he asked for your help... you should've known better than to follow him to a secluded area.
though what's done is done and now you can only hope for the best. that is... for him to bid on you. after all, you knew none of the people in this illegal auction den except for him. and he honestly wasn't that bad. maybe except for how his eyes would glint with desire and insanity at every mention of you... and the fact that he's a huge criminal and wanted in every country.
in the short time he had spent with you, you had come to learn that he had done lots of research on you. observing you since months ago, he practically knew you better than everyone else in your life. understanding why you did what you did and how your processed things. it was a little scary how he knew so much about you, but what terrified you even more is the fact that he has killed others for you.
from murdering those who wish to harm you, to those who want your affections. what..? didn't he want to sell you away?! but why would he do such a drastic thing?! whenever you inquired about his intentions with you, he'd merely smile, saying that it was for the auction. he couldn't possibly be sellin. you away when he'd kill people who tried courting you, would he?! he's not a sadistic bastard..! right?
so you waited with bated breath, hoping that he'd just stick his tongue out and laugh at the bidders, claiming you as his and that the final item of the night wasn't up for sale. though that was only wishful thinking. after all, how could you trust someone who commits crimes for fun?
"mm... I see you all are interested in my y/n... don't worry~ you'll get to bid on them... from hell~!"
he chirps as he snaps his fingers and the sound of gunshoots flood the auction hall. people scream in pain and terror while you sit in your comfortable cage, eyes wide as you stare at the massacre brought about by the guy who kidnapped you.
shit, he was truly crazy-! you inch away from him as he stalks towards your cage, steps heavy and menacing.
"no one is allowed to bid on you. you're mine. because how could I ever auction off the most priceless gem?"
he smiles sweetly at you, though that sweet smile conveys a more sinister feeling. a chill is sent up your spine as his face comes close to you, only the cage separating you from him.
"you're my priceless gem that I'll never auction off darling~ and this massacre is a gift from me to you~"
your eyes shake in fear as you go still in your place. shit, how would you ever escape this guy?!
"and you can't escape from me. ever~! or I'll bring you to another auction... and send another present your way~!"
ah.
so there was no escape.
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evilminji · 3 months
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(O.O ) The PONDERING is back!
You know Walker?
One of the Zone's literal ACAB? We are shown in one episode, that real world items? Against The Rules(tm).
Now, that COULD just be HIM being An Asshole? But let's be real! Unlikely. Rules/Laws get made for a REASON, generally. Usually because someone ruined it for everyone by being an asshole. Taking things too far.
You start OUT with the obvious Rules. Like "Don't Tear the Zone Apart." And "No Genocide of Literally Everything Forever You Fighty Little Assholes" but over time? You have too add stuff. Like "George is Forbidden to use the fax machine and he knows why" and "Ice Lairs and Fire Lairs have to be X distance apart AND YOU KNOW WHY"
And? IS there a central Governing body, regulating the Zone Rules? Nope! Pariah's in nappy time! BUT the manic, Iron fisted, Obsessions of THE LAW across time and space are sure willing to step up and help keep order. It... KINDA works!
And they MOSTLY have the same-ish Rules!
Like NO FUCKIN LIVING WORLD STUFF. Because? To GET such contraband? You'd have to break containment of the Zone, go THROUGH a random ass natural portal, that may or may NOT be safe, may or may NOT ever RECONNECT to the Zone, to literally terrorize the unsuspecting living souls (assuming you can FIND any), on the other side, JUST to drag that shitty candy bar back home.
Leaking ectoplasm the whole time. Poisoning the air, land, and sea. Making NEW ghosts where there might not have been any. Effectively making you their deadbeat parent. Which is premeditated child abandonment. And you DEFINITELY didn't PAY for those objects. Thief.
So, NO. No Living World Shit.
BUT!
Like city states! The Area of influence each Law Man(tm) has? While wide and sprawling? Does NOT perfectly mesh together like puzzle pieces! There ARE dead zones. Lawless, "unclaimed" areas.
Which? Are not so unclaimed.
For just as The Law has it's Obsession? So too, has the Underworld. Shaddy casinos and auctions. Black markets run like street fairs. What some Ghost Weed? They can hook you up, man. Vinnie over there was a Runner during Prohibition. He knows where ALL the classy joints are.
He can hook you up with some REAL nice Living World collectibles.
From All Over.
And? I bet it's that LAST bit? That REALLY sparks Danny's interest. He saved the guy from the GIW, who may or may not have busted him trying to... uuuuh... LIBERATE, some fine scotch for the bar back Zone side. Who's to say, really? Regardless, Vinnie? Pays his debts, you here.
Beside... the feral little gremlin kinda scares him. Good quality to have, no question, but maybe cool it with the biting? You don't know where they BEEN. You'll get a disease.
Now... all you gotta do, see, is... *mutters* *map scribbling* *bad idea enabling*
Which? Constantine! League Members of your choosing! Like a field trip from hell! Some how in the SINGLE shadiest den of Obvious Criminals you ever did see. The sky is green and they aren't in their dimension anymore. Circle up! NOW. Young Justice shoved to the INSIDE of the circle, adult heros on the outside.
Constantine? Knows where they are and wishs he didn't. He... he's not sure he CAN get them back. Going to try obviously. But no one panic. Don't show fear. DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING. Start walking.
Danny? Loading up the speeder~ Christmas gifts for daaaays~~☆ Everyone is Salty but respectful, cause anti-ghost tech meant they couldn't steal it. They did TRY. But... fair play, kid. Nice ride.
Only? Right before he gets in to leave? Some vibrating blur shoots over? Talking fast and followed by an older blur? Oh hey, humans. Like... ALIVE humans. Sup?
@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @nerdpoe @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation
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ceruleancattail · 11 months
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FUROFODJKFFODJJ THE EVENT IS HERE CONGRATS ON 700+ FOLLOWERS!💗🎉 insert a character and genre hmmm leona and fluff please🕺 wow that’s so surprising you didn’t think i’d choose that did you /j
“You are aware you live like a slob, right?”
A low grunt was your only answer,rumbling through the room. Placing your hands on your hips, you take in the state of the room.
Sheets left to drape from furniture, wrinkled and stained. Books were left open, thrown around like confetti. The floor was littered with random little items, a mess of colours. Even the desk was covered with crumpled notes and pens.
It’s a wonder how Leona even survived this long in such a unkept room. A glance behind revealed the man himself, sprawled out on his bed. Propping his chin up with his palm, watching you with amusement twinkling in his eyes.
The smug jerk. Balling up a piece of scrap paper, you flick it over to him. He bats it away, a remarkably cat-like gesture.
“Petty, aren’t you, herbivore?”
Raising your eyebrow, you stare at him pointedly.
“I’m not getting paid for this. I’m allowed to be as petty as I want.”
Ruggie had convinced (read: blackmailed) you to help out at Savanaclaw. What he neglected to mention was the absolute dump Leona’s room was. Honestly, what would he do if someone wasn’t waiting on him 24/7?
A rustle of cloth, before a pair of arms snaked around your waist. Strong forearms, toned from years living in the savanna. Holding you securely, the warmth of the embrace flowing into you.
A sigh, before Leona rests his chin on your head. Nuzzling into it, an overgrown cat. His hair falls onto your shoulders, softly caressing your cheeks. Leona’s tail slips around your thigh, fur brushing against your skin.
“Aren’t I reward enough, Herbivore?”
Crossing your arms, you huff. Jabbing him with your elbow, you pry yourself free from his embrace.
“Nope. You regard yourself too highly, Mr Kingscholar.”
A dark chuckle, clawing its way out from the depths of his throat. It rumbles like how thunder rumbles in a clear sky. A sign of the impeding storm.
A warning.
You could barely blink, before Leona’s hands reach for your arms, fingers pressing in deep. He thrusts you towards the bed, watching you fall, a sly smirk dancing on his lips. Your back crashes against the mattress, the air rushing out of your lungs.
Leona crawls onto the bed, caging you within his body. A knee pressing into the mattress, the dip pulling you closer to him. Everywhere you looked, it all came back to him.
His room. His body. His smell.
Even if you tried, everything yanked you back to him.
Fingers wrapping themselves around your wrists almost listlessly, he pins you down effortlessly. You squirm, trying to break free of his hold once more. Pity, he’s rather reluctant to let go of you. His grip only tightens, a growl slipping from his lips.
Now really, waltzing into a lion’s den and expecting to escape unscathed?
A rather delusional notion.
“Now, herbivore…”
A sultry purr, sliding into your ear. His head comes to a rest at the crook of your neck, the ghost of his fangs brushing against your shoulder. Pressing in ever so slightly, his jaw sinks into your flesh. Not enough to pierce skin, but just enough to make you wince. Lips pressing into the bite, Leona moves slowly, kissing into your skin gently.
His eyes glance up, meeting yours.
Lips curling upwards, he gives you that insufferable smirk once more.
“What were you saying about me not being ‘reward enough’ ?”
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cookycherry · 1 year
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Pirate King: Kim Hongjoong Oneshot
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I’ll probably add more parts let’s be honest
How I pictured Hongjoong to look when I wrote this OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN
Pairing- Hongjoong x Reader
Genre- pirate AU, smut,touch of enemies to lovers, fem!reader
Warning-smut, unprotected sex, choking
Word count-4,534
Summary- You have a job to finish. Assassinate Hongjoong, leader of the pirates. However, once you get on board his ship things take a turn. You have met your match in more ways than one.
He was there.
Three feet away from you.
From your hidden spot; between wooden planks you could watch your target, watch as he made his way freely and unaware. Predator hunting predator.
Your grip on your blade tightened. Once you completed the bounty you’d be drowning in riches.
Hongjoong. He was your ticket to freedom.
One of the Atiny pirates and the captain. His bounty made him famous. Infamy suited him. He was as handsome as his wanted poster painted him to be.
Fawn colored shaggy hair, a cropped fringe fell on his forehead while some hung longer along the nape of his neck in a way that worked for him. Kohl was ringed messily around his intense eyes. He was clad in a fur coat and black leathers, weapons attached to him. His crewmates were the same; handsome and deadly.
He stalked around the ship deck similar to a lion on the prowl. His dark eyes shot around, taking in every detail around him; pointing out things his crew mates forgot or needed to fix. Every now and then he and his mates would speak in a tongue that your ears picked up must have been the mother language from where they hailed from.
You just needed the sun to set, for them all to pass out like pirates did, then you could creep into his captain's quarters, drive your blade clean into his chest then disappear into the night.
Being a stowaway for an assassination job was not something you pictured for yourself but you were desperate. You needed this money and needed to make a name for yourself; he was that big ticket.
Nervous sweat beaded along your neck as you pushed yourself back tighter into the storage cabinet you had claimed. You rested against the wooden containers that reeked of wine.
The sun was at its peak, hours it would be before you could taste some victory. You bid your time fantasizing about how you would spend your earnings.
You awoke with a jolt. Rubbing your eyes you sat up, it was quiet and dark. You didn’t know how long you had been asleep but could not sense any of the loud voices from earlier in the night air.
You felt the way the ship swayed along the waters. Listening to the lapping of waves.
Now was the time.
He had to have been asleep.
You slowly opened the door from your hidden location and scanned the deck. A faint light from one of the lanterns at the head of the ship; one of his men doing a night watch. Perfect.
You slid out from your spot and pulled yourself up against the wall to a higher perch. Most ships you knew had a similar layout, towards the middle and probably down a small corridor is where you’d find his quarters.
You focused your breathing as you wiggled your toes in your boots, reminding yourself to relax. You'd done this plenty of times before.
His room was dark, only some moonlight shown through a small window he had. His bed was massive and in the center of the room. Random items of his hanging on the wooden walls and scattered on the ground similar to a beast den.
The wood of the ship creaked, reminding you where you were. He was in that bed, blissfully unaware.
You swallowed hard, your throat feeling tense. You pulled the blade from your thigh, gripping it with the same intensity each time you had to do this. Silently, you jumped on the bed shoving the blade down but only meeting a feathered mattress. Panic creeped up your spine.
“Wow, you are good.” A playfully evil laugh followed.
You quickly shot your body to flip around. Meeting eyes with the captain himself.
He leaned against the wooden wall. Now shirtless and wearing those same leather pants and worn boots. He grinned and you could see perfect teeth. He cocked his head to the side.
“You really thought I didn’t know someone had snuck their way on my ship?” You were frozen on his bed unable to move.
You watched as he walked his way from the wall, his body moving elegantly as he grew closer, his boots tapping heavily against the floor.
He now was looking down at you, your eyes couldn’t break away from his fiery stare.
He leaned down, letting you in on a secret.
“Next time you have an assassination job, keep the perfume at home. I know Wooyoung doesn’t smell like jasmine.” Your pulse pounded. You felt as he took a strand of your hair and played with it between his fingers.
“I honestly have always dreamt of a woman coming to me at night. Breaking in and climbing in my bed.” You felt your face redden as your eyes met his.
Without much thought you went to jab the blade up and hoped your aim landed him in his side. He was quicker. Grabbing your wrist he disarmed you and swatted the blade into the wayside, out of either of your reach.
“My weakness is a woman who could actually kill me.” He laughed that mesmerizing laugh again.
Your faces were inches from each other. You wouldn’t deny that he was one of the most handsome men you had encountered yourself with.
It went against everything you stood for but you threw all common sense aside as you pushed yourself up and pressed your lips to his. Something about him made you crave his existence.
A surprised groan echoed from his throat as he pressed his lips intensely to yours. You felt as his lips parted, taking control. His tongue playfully swiped against yours, testing the waters. He proceeded to crush you against his body, trapping you in a suffocating hold that stifled the air in your lungs.When you finally earned a respite, you took a gulp of oxygen through swollen lips, the flesh buzzing from his expert kisses. Your eyes met and you traded silent promises of lust and fire that could only be understood in moments like these. You both knew without words what you both needed and wanted.
Your hands moved to his pants, Hongjoong watched and glanced down keeping his eyes fixated on your hands as you worked at unlacing; you were shaking with excitement and adrenaline.
Hongjoong grinned, “I’ll do a better job. You’re going to second guess ever getting on this ship.” He teased as hiked up your blouse, exposing your waist.
“Ruin me.” You retorted.
Revealing your bare waist, Hongjoong took his sweet time, making sure his palms settled on your skin and rubbed lazily. He worked up your blouse higher and higher until he connected with your breasts. Swiftly, Hongjoong pulled the garment over your head and tossed it across the room.
Before you could react, his face was buried between your breasts, kissing and tonguing between the ample cleavage your bust offered. When you feel the warmth of his hands on your back,you bite your tongue.
“Hongjoong,” you panted,revealing you knew his name, showing him how badly you were melting from his touches.
He grabbed your hips and spun you around, forcing you to face the closed door to his quarters as he crowded your back. His rough hands settled on your breasts, kneading them smoothly while his lips found the top of your shoulder. He was animalistic.
You tipped your head back, your nails digging into his clothed thigh as he toyed with your breasts, his hot mouth leaving a burning trail up the side of your neck. Eyes closed, you hummed with euphoria, curving your body into his.
Hongjoong groaned ever so slightly, mimicking your rhythm to rub the bulge trapped in his pants against your body.
When he bared his teeth and bit the side of your neck, sucking on the blemish to soothe the sting, your lips parted in a gasp and you mewled and repeated, “Ruin me.”
Hongjoong tongued the bruise he made and whispered, “You’re going to have me all night. Relax and enjoy it, Stowaway.”
His hands squeezed your breasts and you rutted your hips backwards into him to express your delight at his quiet promise.
“I would relax better… if you took your pants off,” you quipped mischievously, rubbing your body against his crotch for sport.
Hongjoong hissed through clenched teeth and pinched your nipples, earning a yelp from you.
“You… first,” he growled in your ear.
Your hands immediately darted for the fastening on your trousers, but you abruptly stopped as he grabbed your fingers and returned them to the bed. Carefully, his hand dipped into your pants, palming your dripping core.
“You’re so wet,” he said with a shudder, almost in disbelief.
That was a gracious description. You could already hear the dampness as it coated his arching fingers. One swiped over your clit before teasing it and you responded the best way you knew how - by moaning loudly.
“I still can’t believe I make you this wet,” Hongjoong huffed, voice trembling.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you murmured, “I want you.”
“I know,” he sighed, kissing your jaw now tenderly.
Gripping the bed for support, you picked up the slack. Now grinding your lower body on to his fingers and along his bulge as he was pressed against you, holding you. Dripping with your arousal, Hongjoong pressed a pair of his long digits into your entrance and you cried his name, finally getting relief for the ache of desire you had for him.
“Fuck yourself on me,” he ordered softly, thrusting his clothed erection into the curve of your ass with abandon. He sounded like the captain you heard earlier, demands he ordered now directed at you.
Nodding, you gripped the bed, fingers tangling in the sheets, trying to find a tempo that worked for both of you. His thumb rubbed your clit furiously while you did everything you could to get yourself a high from his crooked fingers in your core. You had gone so long without this kind of relief. You hadn’t found anyone in such a long time that softened your edges like this, you didn’t even have the urge to pleasure yourself. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted to climax until you felt the tears prick at your eyes from the racing of your heart and the throbbing of your pulse.
The moment you shivered and swore, Hongjoong withdrew his hand and you reacted borderline violently, mixing up words as you expressed your fury.
“Take your pants off,” he told you calmly.
You obeyed mindlessly, tearing your pants off, once they cleared past your ankles Hongjoong clutched you with a vengeance, flipping you around to face him and smashing you into the bed. You whimpered for mercy, muffled by his mouth on yours as he kissed you hungrily. His hips jerked against you and you spread your legs, inviting him between your thighs like it was the one thing you wanted for the rest of your life.
“Please, please let me come,” you begged between his feverish kisses.
Hongjoong didn’t relent with his tongue teasing and pulled away long enough to threaten, “You will. Over and over and over.”
Something told you there was a catch. You were an unwanted guest on his ship, even more, you were there to end his life. Hongjoong was very much embedded in the world where it was eat or be eaten. He wasn't above punishment; no matter how passionate he was in this moment.
“Stowaway,” Hongjoong hissed, almost menacingly in your ear. “Earlier when I noticed I had a guest, I watched you. I fantasized about the way you would come when I’m inside you. I want you to scream and beg and cry. If you pass out, I might be satisfied. But I’ll wake you up with my face between your thighs to fuck you again.” He smiled wickedly, devilish. It made you want him more. No amount of money in the world could stop you from begging for him. You met your match.
“Hongjoong,” You started, helpless and turned on to the point you wanted to devour this man until nothing was left of him.
“I want you wrecked. I want you shaking. Then, I’ll be okay with the fact you snuck your ass on my ship,” He bit off the final words, smiling smugly.
“That seems… fair,” You choked, blinking at him in reverence.
“I thought so too,” he replied blithely. Then, something else flashed in his eyes and he said, “Now, undress me.”
Breaking from his gaze, you turned your attention to his leather pants, the ones you fumbled with earlier, finally freeing his length from the wretched material. The moment his pants were pooled around his ankles, Hongjoong grabbed your arms, commanding you up to his level.
Arms around his head, you kissed him with all you had, his bed squeaked underneath you and you panted for breath, on your back and gazing up at him in time to watch Hongjoong grab your ankles and pull your hips to the very edge of the bed.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he purred in wonder, licking his lips while reaching across your body to grab and squeeze a breast.
You snatched his hand, bringing it to your mouth and kissing your way along his knuckles, tugging him toward you until you could brand your tongue across his wrist, lingering over the prominent veins. You do your best to hold eye contact, feeling more and more arousal pooling between your thighs , with the fire in his gaze, your attention inevitably shifted to his cock.
Hongjoong noticed where your stare had drifted. He glanced down before returning to you and lifting an eyebrow in amusement.
“Is that what you want?” he asked sheepishly.
Still sucking on his wrist, you nodded excitedly.
Hongjoong freed his hand from you before leaning down to press a quick, affectionate kiss on your lips. You attempted to grab his firm biceps but in a flash, he was standing up again, grabbing your legs and holding them up on opposite sides of his hips.
His teeth sank deeply into his bottom lip as he rocked forward, sliding his length back and forth against your entrance, occasionally rubbing along your clit and sending a jolt through your body.
“Please, please, please,” you begged helplessly, staring up at him in worship.
Hongjoong chuckled darkly, chest heaving up and down with every ragged, hard breath he took. “God, you’re so wet,” he sighed, closing his eyes briefly to etch this in his memory.
“Damn it,” You whimpered, wringing your fists in the blankets as you waited.
Hongjoong grinned from ear to ear, clearly getting off on your suffering. Then, he grabbed your knees and guided them high on his waist. You clamped down on his ribs and reached for him just as he lowered down and propped his elbows along your head.
The tip of his cock pressed to your entrance and you braced yourself, clutching his arms tightly as he slowly moved forward. You threw your head back and cried out, feeling him fill you up so perfectly it was like he alone was meant to be there.
Hongjoong drowned you in kisses, making his way across your jaw and throat. “Easy, Stowaway,” he whispered in your ear, still bringing his hips closer into yours.
He finally bottomed out and you could breathe again, letting a swear word slip at the snug fit of him deep inside you.
“Good,” he coaxed, thrusting slowly and shallowly while studying your reaction. “Cry for me.”
His voice was sinful, low and harsh. The way he could shift between soft and hard in the blink of an eye, it was driving you crazy.
“Fuck me, Captain,” You rasped, lacing your fingers behind his neck and keeping his forehead pressed to yours.
Hongjoong then flashed a devious smile and raked his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head and teasing, “ I don’t want it to end.” Then, he kissed the corner of your mouth and said, “I’m taking my sweet time with you. Maybe you’ll stay here forever. Become mine and wait for me each day.”
You played the one card you had. Smirking back at him, you crossed your ankles behind his lower back and flexed with all your might, forcing the muscles in your core to tighten and massage his cock.
His lips parted, a choked off breath hanging in his mouth at your tactic. Meanwhile, you kept his head in your possession while you flexed and released again and again, enjoying the way his pupils dilated further before his eyes rolled back.
“That’s it,” Hongjoong sighed, biting his lip and rocking his hips slightly against yours as you continued to pleasure him.
Hongjoong braced his hands on opposite sides of your head and drew his pelvis back before giving you a long, hard thrust that you could feel in the pit of your stomach. He wasn’t kidding when he threatened to be slow.
“Captain,” you whimpered, clinging to him roughly as he did it again. This was torture and you were starting to realize that was his intent.
One drawn out thrust after the other, Hongjoong hovered above you with his eyes closed, letting out quiet, little moans at the warmth and tightness. Your fingers abandoned his neck in favor of his arms, scratching his flesh with your nails as a warning.
“Do you want me to beg?” You suddenly groaned. “I’ll beg all night, if you wish.”
Hongjoong peeked his eyes open and whispered, “I’m listening.”
“Please,Hongjoong. Harder, faster, please,” You mewled, all the while jolting in place when his hips smacked into yours.
The captain’s gaze drifted from your face to your breasts, watching them shudder with each hard thrust, and he grinned with delight. “You call that begging?” he teased.
You grumbled, sinking your nails into his shoulders and listening to him hiss through gritted teeth. “Fuck me, Captain Hongjoong,” you growled at him, reaching up and grabbing his jaw with a shaky hand. “Fuck me. Take me for all I have. You’re good at that, taking from others. You filthy fucking pirate.”
“Am I?” Hongjoong questioned with a raised eyebrow and failing to hide just how aroused and amused he was by your pleas and digs.
“So good,” you moaned, panting for effect.
Hongjoong tilted his head playfully before sliding his arms under your shoulders, all the while still rolling his hips and sinking his cock into you at a glacial speed. His fingers found your hair, tangling and winding with no room for error, and he sharply tugged, making you cry out in surprise. Forcing your head up, Hongjoong pressed your heads together and rumbled, “Watch.”
You gulped, realizing if you glanced past his face, you could see where your bodies connected. “H-Hongjoong,” you started.
“Watch me fucking take you,” he said sternly. “Watch me take what’s mine. Like the pirate you say I am.”
His voice had dropped to an animalistic growl and you shivered in his grasp. You held his biceps, bruising him with your fingertips as he finally sped up to a steady pace of in and out.
Pitiful whimpers fell from your lips while you did as told and kept your eyes on his length sliding in and out of you. His defined abdominal muscles flexed with every shift and your thighs trembled at each impact of his hips.
“Spread your legs more,” Hongjoong ordered, winching his eyes closed again while yours were blown wide open. You obeyed without a thought, holding your legs out at his sides and giving him more room to get even deeper inside.
“Fuck,” You choked, tipping your head back as the air snatched out of your chest.
Hongjoong instantly pinched your hair, yanking you back despite your outcries of protest. As you moaned and watched him rut his length in you, Hongjoong hissed, “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” you answered immediately. You were truly now drawn to him, forget the money.
“Convince me.”
“I belong to you. No one else,” you screamed in desperation, snaking your fingers up and down his back.
The egotistical bastard smiled down at you before dark fire flashed in his eyes and his hand suddenly took hold of your throat, putting subdued pressure on your throat. Out of sheer instinct, you grabbed his wrist with both hands, no sounds making it out of your mouth as they were trapped in my lungs.
“You gonna come, Stowaway?”Hongjoong crooned, tilting his head as held you.
You nodded as best as you could against his iron grasp.
“I feel you clamping on me. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased further, stroking you toward a climax that you sorely needed.
He was saying and doing all the right things. Any second, you were going to explode beyond repair. Feeling the tell-tale prickling down your legs, you released his wrist and dropped your hands to your sides, completely submissive.
That triggered him to make his thrusts harsher, but still fluid, working his hips between your legs as you squirmed beneath him. Your hands fisted in the sheets, tearing at them with a vengeance.
“Stay still, little stowaway,” he coaxed, kissing the corner of your gaping mouth. “I got you.”
You tried to shake your head. Your vision was pulsing. Your ears were pounding.
Hongjoong hit the right spot again and the pleasure overflowed into a buzzing orgasm. As your spine arched, Hongjoong released your throat and slowed the movements of his length within your walls as you pulsated around him. Instantly, you gasped for air and your entire body thrummed.
“Oh, fuck,” you managed to cry out, eyes pressed closed while your head tipped backwards into his bed.
Hongjoong merely stared at your bliss and continued to rock into you leisurely, all too pleased with what he could do to you that no one else ever could. Sweat beaded across your faces and your muscles trembled with the effort.
Hongjoong snickered sinfully and teased, “I’m not done with you.”
Nodding, you lifted your head and smiled, breathing rapidly as he leaned down to kiss you sweetly.
“Let me ride you,” you whispered, insistent.
Hongjoong wrinkled his nose and shook his head with a smirk.
“Let me ride you,” you pressed, pushing at his shoulders and giving him the most innocent expression you could muster, he made you want to be fragile.
He melted and grabbed your hips, keeping his length inside you as he switched your positions. Straddling his lap, you braced your hands on his chest and made a few tentative rolls of your hips to gauge his reaction. He pinched his lips together to hide a groan and squeezed your ass with his hands.
“Listen to how wet I am,” you told him smugly, lifting yourself up and down on his length.
Hongjoong finally released the breath he had been holding and hissed a low, “Fucking Stowaway.”
“You do that to me,” you reminded, grabbing his hands and bringing them to your bouncing breasts. He palmed your flesh, kneading and pushing them together with pleasure as you rode him. Having your fill of that, you grabbed his wrists and pinned his hands alongside his head, bringing your mouth to his neck and proceeding to suck an obvious bruise in his skin.
“Subtle,” he quipped shakily, ever so slightly lifting his hips to meet yours on a downward arc.
“Usually is my strong suit except when it comes to you,” you retorted, tonguing at the mark before making it even more defined. Pleased with your handiwork, you sat back up and picked up the pace on his cock, adding, “I want everyone to know you’re spoken for. Your bounty is mine.”
“Is that so?” Hongjoong choked, gritting his teeth as you pushed him closer to his end.
You nodded, arrogantly. He wasn’t the only one who got off on power. You were two of a kind.
“Then stay with me,” Hongjoong suddenly confessed, eyes softening.
You glanced down at him, confused for the moment.
“Stay here with me, each day. Throw whatever dull shit is waiting for you away.” Hongjoong continued, harsher.
That took you aback and sent a lingering pain through your chest. You came to a dead stop, resting your hands on his toned body for balance. Your eyes burned and you realized it was from the threat of tears. You looked weak.
“What does that mean?” you asked timidly.
Hongjoong wasn’t having that and he was quick to snap, “There’s no other reason you came to kill me besides you have nothing else to live for.”
That tone was damaging,but he wasn’t wrong. He wanted you.
Hongjoong sat up and locked his firm arms around your waist, keeping you in his lap while he held tight.
“Hongjoong,” you whimpered, clinging to him while you rested your head on his shoulder, hiding your face in shame against his neck.
Hongjoong leaned his head on to yours, your sweat mingling, before thrusting upward and earning a cry of pleasure. You crossed your legs around him, trapping him inside you as you both moved your hips in a decadent rhythm. Your lips found his flesh and you kissed him with affection. He bruised your waist and hips in his grasp while little grunts and moans fell from his lips.
“Will you stay?” he stammered, a heartbeat away from losing it.
Your cheeks brushing, and said, “I haven’t decided.”
Steering your movements with his hands, you hissed at the pinch of his grasp on your thighs. Your fingers threaded through his messy fawn colored hair and you tugged.
Listening to him pant and whimper was ultimately your undoing. Your legs shook uncontrollably as they clamped on his hips and you roared his name as your voice broke, quickly reaching down to grab the sheets instead of ripping out his hair.
At the height of your pleasure, Hongjoong finished with a gasp and wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing him hard as his cock swelled within your core. You hit your peak and finally took a labored breath, feeling his hot release inside you.
You relaxed in his hold, resting all of your weight on him and confident that he could support you. Cheek on his shoulder, you closed your eyes and waited for the sensitivity to fade.
It felt like eternity before you finally thought about moving. Hongjoong peppered kisses on your neck and jaw, caressing your sides as he turned, lowering you to the bed on your back. When he pulled his length from you at last, you hissed at the loss of him.
The feathered mattress dipped at your side when Hongjoong curled up next to you, draping an arm across your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek.
“Made a decision, Stowaway? ” he asked a moment later.
You could hear the sensitivity in his voice despite the dig and thoughtfully replied, “Yes.”
“Tell me,” he pressed, his gaze trying to be nonchalant but failing.
“I’ll be expecting a long list of demands from you.”
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puhpandas · 6 months
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video game headcanons for the fnaf kids:
Gregory and Evan play mario party together. Gregory will create made up beef with one of the CPUs if they ever cross him and he'll convince Evan to team up with him to pound them into the ground so they'll lose
Gregory would be an animal jam kid. he would be one of those super rich nonmembers that somehow got a ton of rares and cant wear any of them. he uses the tiger or bunny and the colors on it look like glamrock freddys colors. he'll invite Cassie to his den and she'll have a membership and a cute pink/purple avatar. Cassies den is beautifully decorated and she collects pets to put in their own corner
Gregory, Evan and Cassie play animal crossing. Cassie plays and knows the process of project KK like the back of her hand and can complete it in no time. she grinds to get all of the cute items and villagers and will have a bunch of island themes and reset when shes finished to make another. she loves her villagers and only likes the cute ones. she for sure made a raceway island once with Vivian as her fave
Evan plays animal crossing and will just chill. he has no intense goals or interests he just has a completely normal looking island and will take any villager he gets and love them and be nice to them. he completes his daily nook mileage tasks every day and will say hi to his villagers, and then probably fish
Gregory doesnt care about how his island looks. he kind of cares about his villagers but not if they get in the way (or he makes up imaginary beef with them). theres trash and items all over his island and hes wearing the ugliest outfit you've ever seen. all he does is catch bugs and fish and dig for fossils. he only cares about the museum, so he'll grind nook miles to get tickets to visit deserted islands. since he doesnt care about clothes or items he has TONS of bells and likes to see how many he can wrack up with no cheating. they all visit eachothers islands and Cassie always gives Gregory a better outfit when she visits, and Evan will give Gregory golden tools
they all play roblox. Gregory uses his canonical computer skills to create an amazing roblox game and it always has tens of thousands or more players in it and he has tons of robux and limiteds. he plays FPS games and trading games and always had value lists bookmarked on his computer
Cassie has a cute well put together avatar (probably with some UGC roxy item, like maybe her plushie in a bag), and she plays Gregory's game all the time. they always team up and fight with people in drama games and get them voted out.
Evan has an account, but hes just a bacon hair with no robux. it looks like hes a noob but if you go to his account his join date is years earlier. he plays calm games like any simulator or hello kitty cafe, or trading games. he doesnt have a computer so he can only play on his phone. hes actually good at FPS games, but his phone hinders him a lot. he uses a sniper so he can just find a position and use his fast reflexes to get people that way
Gregory Evan and Cassie will play roblox together and Gregory has to use his alt (his alt has robux and hes wearing a shirt that says I'm with stupid->). theyll play things like Outlaster and Gregory and Cassie will cook up some drama with some random player and Cassie will use her tons of items to use vote cards and stuff like that on them.
Gregory is super cracked at the game and wins every game almost instantly. nobody can go up against his GGY skills and everybody hates him for it and targets him. Evan cant move well enough on his phone to be super good at the parkour, and he doesn't want to be mean to anybody, but he pulls through at the end and tells someone off for being mean to Gregory and wins them the game by using one of his items on the Gregory hater during elimination
Gregory and Cassie play splatoon, but Evan doesnt have a switch to play with them. Gregory mains duelies and will be that guy that goes in your spawn and kills you with his cracked skills (only in turf war tho, he has honor). if evan did have a switch, he would main the e-litre and/or the splat roller.
if he used the elitre, gregory would leave his position as a spawn camper to come back and guard Evan while he gets kills. if evan used the splat roller, he would be perfectly content using the roll feature to ink any turf behind the battle (and somehow roll people over in the process lol)
Cassie likes to hide in ink and kill people. she'll get a weapon with squid beacons and hide in a corner on top of one, so when someone comes to break it she'll jump out and kill them. she thinks its hilarious every time
that's all I got for now. thinking about these guys being normal kids is so fun their group could be so funny lol
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violetlypurple · 1 year
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Musings on Sharlayan Fashion(?)
A series of observations on Sharlayan dress and colour.
I find the variations of the Shire sets worn by Sharlayan scholars and researchers presented in Old Sharlayan and Labyrinthos to be fascinating, so I thought I'd put together my thoughts and findings! This will be an image heavy post to contain all of the screenshot references so I will place the majority of it below a cut. We're in for a ride.
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My general point here is that the colour theming of Sharlayan outfits are a uniform which denotes one's specialty or field of study. What follows are what I would consider to be confirmed lines of work/study. Let's start off with likely the most familiar colour variant, which I will call:
Aetherite Nerds - Cactuar Green
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We're familiar with these vibrant green specialists for their assistance reaching Thavnair via their experimental unattuned aetherite in the Confluence, but there are a couple more hanging out in the Archon's Den area.
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Up next, another familiar sight from the Studium:
The Faculty (Materials Nerds) - Canary Yellow
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You may have noticed these banana friends at the scrip exchange, but their primary interests seem to be with the procurement of specialized materials and supporting the material needs of the Studium at large as displayed with Qih's introduction to Studium DoH/DoL quests and Edithe's efforts to to inform us on hunt targets as a Gleaner ourselves.
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Our next subjects are likely one of the most numerous:
Customs and Public Transit - Ice Blue
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Once you've noticed them, you'll see these ones everywhere. Every lift in Labyrinthos is staffed with these blue garbed officials.
Materia Nerds - Rolanberry Red
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Pretty self explanatory, but at least one more with this colour can be seen as part of the random wandering NPCs in the Agora and speaks directly of Master Mutamix.
Rostra Guards - Ochu Green
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Somewhat unique in the way that these two openly carry swords, they guard the entrance to the Rostra and thereby the Forum. Important job! Probably!
From here we venture into speculation, but let's start with what I think is most likely.
Preceptors - White
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The white garb is fairly common, but my observations lend it to no particular study. With a stretch, we could make an assumption that because the Shire Preceptor's Coat is a healing item that is connotes some relation to healing or a medical field and reinforce this with the observation that Y'shtola's Modish attire bears clear influences from it via the style of cut and red accents. However, I believe that it's prevalence hints more to the name itself - Preceptor, defined as a teacher or instructor. Plenty of those in Sharlayan to be sure!
Logistics? - Black
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These are the only two I've found with distinctly black garb, and assume they have some association with the logistics support structure around the Gleaners given their dialogue with regards to specimens and cargo.
Curmudgeons - Anamnesis Variant Teal Collar
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Both of these lads are ill tempered and both wear the variant of the Shire set unique to Anamnesis. Maybe they caught some grumpy old man energy from there by fashion osmosis?
Exceptions and Unknowns
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While we know from her quest that our most glorious sole Xaela representative of Sharlayan, Boragchin, is in charge of some carnivorous animals in Labyrinthos with her unique Void Blue (I think), there are several other colours that give no clear indication as to their field.
It is quite likely that I may have missed some that would clarify these chromatic aberrations or that we will see and know more in the future, but I hope this was insightful and/or helpful for your own scholar's wardrobe!
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rottenraccoons · 11 months
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Hello! Hope it's okay to ask about recently released content. I'm replaying Oleander's route to tidy up some endings, and my encounter with Elmwood went much differently from the first playthrough without making any obviously different choices that I could see. Would it be giving too much away to say what influences the dialogue there? So delighted with the new chapter update and I'm waiting patiently for more once it's ready to emerge from the den!
Thank you! 🥰 We're so happy you've had a good time with the new chapter!
So Oleander's party has a few things going on! I'm going to reveal the secrets under the readmore, for folks who don't wanna see the gears turning behind the scene.
To get to Elmwood you need to choose the red party clothes in order to catch his eye. Then, after you meet him, the game flips a coin to decide if he's sus or cool (these are the actual terms used in the code, because I am an adult and code like one). You can influence Elmwood to show up with your outfit colour, but whether he is cool or sketch is 100% random. This is mostly to keep players like you on your toes!
There's a couple moments in the party where you get different content based on your choices, but Elmwood's business acumen (and the items you can get from Sateen) are the only truly random items in the game.
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blackthorn-legion-irl · 5 months
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ive been thnkgin what was that bitton you got last tine i was here i want ot press
den: ...i forgor.
fuchsia: eh it can't be too bad right. what's the worst that could happen????? i think it was in uh, that drawer?
[the most random items being thrown across the room ensue.]
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infernalbliss · 2 years
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Biting More Than You Can Chew
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Kaeya Alberich x Top Male Reader
“Sir Kaeya is known for his habit of taking risks. But perhaps, the bold and suave cavalry captain should learn a bit of caution.”
CW: Rape/Non-Con, No Prep, Spit as Lube, Degradation, Humiliation, Bleeding, Begging, Dacryphilia, Mentioned Stalking, Mentioned Obsession
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The entire thing was supposed to go smoothly. Flawlessly. As it had always been, especially with the help of his good looks and charming tongue.
Cavalry captain Kaeya Alberich was only letting his ear loose when he caught whispered words of a suspicious man lurking through the streets when the day's late, a cloak over his head and a rusty kamera in his gloved hands. He'd linger near the Knights of Favonius' headquarters, pacing on his feet as he went into hiding behind whatever large item he could find. Suspicious and worrisome activity indeed, he decided.
It could be hardcore fan who's just a bit too interested in one of the knights or someone who works in the headquarters. Definitely a higher level compared to the woman who's constantly thinking about his brother and nothing else, and that's saying a lot.
But as those words began to spread like a plague, reaching the ears of the other knights, Kaeya could sense the anxiety that began festering through the Ordo Favonius. Who wouldn't be, knowing that they might be the target of such a disgusting act unknowingly? He'd notice the way they've heightened their guards up at all times (which is good, but takes a toll on their mental health). Poor little Amber would glance around queasily, Lisa almost never left the library and even strong, unyielding Jean Gunnhildr could be seen on edge.
Now, this absolutely won't do. And as the kind and generous friend he is, how could he not extend his aid and provide them more safety? He'll catch this disgusting bastard, and no longer will they be glancing behind their backs every second of the day.
It was late when Kaeya began his little plans. He noted down the pattern of this person's movements through what's been whispered and shared, as well as their general appearance - or at least from what they could see.
They're always seen in a dark green, dusty and tattered cloak that reaches their ankles, and their hands are covered in dark leather gloves. And they always, always have a kamera on them. Marjorie had told him that she would sometimes see them prowl around near the lower parts of the city, where not much people would crowd in. With a smile, he thanked her. Kaeya knew where to find this man now.
But maybe, just maybe... Kaeya should've practiced some more caution.
He stumbled upon that man, in all his cloaked glory, just as he took the last steps down the stairs. There, he froze as if he was caught red-handed - which he really was - and Kaeya could see the way his eyes and his kamera glinted from the minimal light the moon provided.
"Oh, would you look at that?" He crooned, grinning at the creep before him. "Right into the lion's den, I presume. Your days of stalking down our poor knights are over, I'm afraid."
He spoke of nothing in return. Kaeya sighs.
"Listen, I really want to turn you in right now, but Jean won't be too happy to know I decided to grab some guy without proof. I mean, anyone could be some random suspiciously cloaked weirdo at night, holding a kamera that's seen better days." He said, gesturing to the poor machine in the man's hands. "I'd suggest you show me what exactly you've been doing. If it's innocent, I'll release you. If it's fucked, you're fucked, get that?"
The silence that followed stretched for a moment or two, and Kaeya was prepared to resort to extreme measures, until the man sighed and turned.
"...Fine."
The captain blinked, before his lips curled into an amused grin. "A fine choice, I'd say. Lead the way, handsome."
And oh, did he lead the way.
You couldn't believe your eyes when he stood before you at the dead of night, soaked in moonlight like the ethereal being he is. The moment he walked down those steps, halting right in front of you, you could feel the tent forming underneath your pants.
The beautiful cavalry captain was searching out for you, apparently, without a single suspicion that he was the one you wanted. He was the one your prowled around at night like a hungry wolf for. He was the one you desired.
“Right into the lion's den, I presume.”
And oh, was he absolutely correct.
You lead him through the gates that night, and Kaeya waved away any questions the guards have to ask. His charming smile was enough to reassure them, and more than enough to have your desires stirred up even more.
The walk was long and strenuous, and Kaeya whistled to fill the silence.
"So we're travelling now, huh? How thrilling."
So thrilling, especially for you. Because he was right there, right within your grasp. One reach of your arms, and he'll be all yours.
And how could you possibly pass that chance up?
Kaeya, ever the sharp-eyed knight, dodged the moment he saw the glint of a dagger in your hands that was sent flying towards him. But only then did it dawn upon him that you were aiming for his vision instead of his flesh, and the moment you speared the chain that kept it dangling, it was already too late. The vision stuck to the dagger, being sent flying away and rendered unusable to it's weilder.
Kaeya turned to find you lunging towards him.
The sounds of bodies hitting the earth echoed through the night sky as you tackled the captain to the ground, grabbing his wrists the moment your hands reached his skin and pinning him down to the grass. Your surprising strength held him down, and Kaeya found himself struggling fruitlessly.
He tried maintaining a calm appearance, but the way you leered down at him was nothing but calming.
“Hey, now.” He dryly chuckled, feeling his first cold sweat trail down. "Take me out to dinner first, would y—"
Lips crashed into his own before he could finish his sentence. His eyes widened before repulsion filled him from head to toe, and he struggled to turn and break away from your lips. Your little kiss seperated with a gasp for air from the captain, and you licking off his saliva from your lips.
"What the hell?!" He snapped, glaring daggers at you. "Which archon gave you the rights to do that?!"
"I don't need the archons." You spoke, your voice low and gravelly. Kaeya gulped at the way your cold eyes trailed down his body, lightly shifting in unease. "I only need you, my dear Kaeya."
He squinted at you like you're a riddle no man has ever solved, and slowly shook his head in disgust. "You're insane..." He grimaced.
"And you, Kaeya Alberich, are an absolutely foolish man." You grinned mockingly down at him. "Willingly seeking out the 'creep' that's been wanting you for ages. Years of endlessly craving for the touch of your skin, to hear your voice reserved all for me, and finally... finally... You're here, right where I want you to be. After all, as stupid as you can be, there's no denying that you are a vision by itself. Blessed by the Archons, falling from Celestia itself..."
You could see the way Kaeya's face shifted into absolute horror and disgust by the truths you unveiled and the way you spoke of him. His tanned face paled the moment he felt his arms shift as you used one strong hand to hold down both wrists, and the other one began trailing down his defined curves.
"Fuck..." He hissed, buckling wildly to free himself but to no avail. He grunted at the futility of his attempts and began panicking. "Get off of me, you bastard!"
His words went into one ear and out through the other, apparently. You ignored his growls and pressed a nail through those slutty tight pants he walked around in on the daily until it bursted through. You tugged onto that hole and tore apart a large hole, exposing the beautiful skin of his groin.
"So, so beautiful..." You mumbled, paying no mind to Kaeya's fearful protests and only focusing on further exposing the beauty between his legs until it was bare all for you.
My, such tight underwear he wore. Much easier for you to simply rip off of him, forcing a horrified yelp out of the poor captain.
"Don't-" he gritted his teeth, "don't you dare!"
Before he could react, you twisted his entire body around with impressive strength until he faced the earth. Kaeya struggled to wriggle out as you slowly crawled lower, your hands pinning down his tiny waist until your chest laid between his thighs. His ass was all bare and exposed for you, and you salivated at the tight hole hiding in between.
Kaeya gasped when he felt something wet trail up the crevice of his ass.
"Get off of me!" He immediately shrieked, trying to kick you away but you kept a firm grip on his thighs. He could do nothing but twist around in vain, his nails digging into the earth as he tried to pull himself away from you.
A small whimper escaped his lips as your tongue prodded through his little virgin cunt.
"N-Ngh..!" He whined, pressing his forehead into the grass as he felt the humiliation bubble within him. His hips buckled from the sudden odd yet overwhelming feeling, and you grinned against his plush asscheeks.
"It seems that the poor cavalry captain enjoys this..." You teased.
"SHUT UP!" He barked. "Get off, asshat! I swear to the seven, I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm gonna—AH!"
He felt a sudden sting as something longer and bigger forced it's way through his hole, digging deep despite the dry friction that made it so much more difficult. And it hurts.
You pressed your middle finger deep into the writhing captain, crawling deep into his unexplored walls and feeling yourself swell up in bliss. Because this was Kaeya Alberich's ass you were fingering! Your dick was growing so hard at this point that it's starting to hurt.
"Shit— Stop it!" He cried out, hips attempting to buck away as he hissed from the burning stretch. He didn't think it'd hurt this bad. "Are you deaf?! I said STOP!!"
He shouldn't be surprised when you only went further, and then your fingers curled.
The sudden wave of pleasure coursed through Kaeya's lithe body, and he choked on a moan. What was that? What did you do? And why did it feel... Good?
You chuckled darkly, prodding against that one spot and forcing out broken moans from the captain. "Looks like I've hit the bullseye." You grinned. "It feels so good, doesn't it? Admit it, Alberich. You love it, and you want more."
"FUCK YOU!!" He shrieked, beyond ashamed and humiliated by how your words stirred up his composure, and how some of them were true. It felt good, but he didn't want anymore of it. Because it hurt like a bitch, and he just didn't want you doing this to him in general.
"No, Kaeya." You grinned, chuckling jeeringly. "I'm gonna fuck you."
Kaeya blanches.
"No." He breathed out, vigorously shaking his head as you stood up and pressed a boot firmly against the small of his back, keeping him in place. "No, No, NO! Get off of me you- you sick MANIAC!!"
Kaeya writhed wildly when he heard buckling coming from behind him, unable to escape from the pressure of your weight holding him down. He could feel the first sob beginning to break through, but through some ridiculous pride, he managed to keep it in... For now.
Eventually, your hands returned and groped the soft flesh of his ass, spreading them apart to reveal his hole, glistening from your saliva. Your thumbs pressed through the still tight cunt and they spread the puffy rim, all while your eyes remained fixated on the sight you've been dreaming about for years.
Kaeya began breaking when he felt the head of your cock press against him.
"NO!" He struggled, pathetically twisting and turning like a caught prey desperate for it's unreachable freedom. It amused you, the way he thought he could get away with this.
"HELP! Somebody, help me!" He cried out, feeling his eyes prickle with tears before a choked sound of pain escaped through his lips as you breached him.
He howled into the ground when he felt you press through his unprepared hole, your fat cock digging through the tight rim, forcing it to spread apart to accommodate your girth. It felt like being speared by hot iron; it fucking burns.
But to you, it felt like you've ascended to Celestia itself. You couldn't believe it, you thought you were in a blissful dream. Because here you are, Kaeya Alberich underneath you, taking in your cock even if unwillingly. It dawned upon you that this may be the only chance you'll ever get, so you'll savor every moment of it.
Kaeya was writhing and crying out the entire time as you took your sweet, agonizing time with pressing your cock into him. His sobs echoed through the night sky, pleading for mercy while desperately calling out for help. Luck was not on the captain's side tonight, as not even one patrolling guard could be seen anywhere.
"Stop! Stop, please!" He sobbed, voice hoarse and painful. "Agh! It hurts- fuck, it hurts!"
"Shh..." You whispered into his ear, sighing as your hips finally met his round ass. "You'll enjoy it soon, dear captain..."
And before he knew it, you grabbed his hips, pulled out and slammed back into him. His back arched beautifully as he screamed into the air, pain filling his entire being.
"Archons, you feel so good..!" You gasped, relishing in the way Kaeya squeezed so perfectly around your cock, his walls moulding perfectly around the intricate shape of your dick. "You feel amazing, Sir Kaeya! I'm gonna fuck you so good, captain, I promise!"
"N-No—!" He couldn't even finish his sentence when you thrusted once more, sending jolts of agony through his trembling body. It hurt, it burned, it stung and it was nothing but pure torture for the young captain. His body rocked alongside each snap of your hips, paired with the pained yet pleasured sounds pouring out of his mouth, he was the picture of a dicked down slut itself.
The sight was utterly beautiful for you. Kaeya, underneath you - even if he was facing away - shuddering and moaning as he took in your cock like the good whore he is. And his cunt gave you pleasure beyond what a man should be worthy of receiving. You couldn't help but thrust into him like an unyielding piston, fucking him mercilessly, brutally, cruelly. It was suddenly so much easier to thrust, and you know well that Kaeya's skin had broke and bled. Perhaps it was his battered body's form of mercy, to provide lubrication even if it meant bleeding.
No matter, because you only grinned in delight. Kaeya's blood was on your skin, and you couldn't be more happier.
You fucked him raw and deep, your large cock drilling into his insides and threatening to break him. His legs trembled like a wilting flower, unable to hold himself up if not for the hands that kept his ass up. His hair was all over his face, and you couldn't catch a glimpse of his beauty as he took your dick.
You decided that you didn't like that.
In a swift motion, you turned him around so he's laying on his back. Steam blew out of your nose at the ravishing sight of Kaeya's red, tear-streaked face, eyes rolling back into his head as he pants heavily. His entire body was shaking like a leaf, he didn't even have the strength to stop your hands as you hikes his knees up to his chest. His flexibility impressed and aroused you, so you began fucking him once more.
"P-please..!" He whimpered, letting out a guttural moan as you fucked into his prostate. "Stop, stop it, please..! Hahh..! I-I can't— not anymore..! Let me g-go..!"
"How could I ever..?" You frowned, utterly repulsed by such an idea. How could you ever, when you finally had him in your grasp? Mercy, what a foolish idea. There was no need for mercy when desire had taken over, and your desire took over everything.
His slender, svelte body bounced as you pounded into him yet again, wanton moans escaping those plump lips that you couldn't help but devour them once more.
Kaeya weakly tried to push you off as your ravenous lips and tongue made a mess down his mouth. You tasted every bit of his wet cavern, the tip of your tongue trailing all over his cheeks and gums that he couldn't help but shudder at the tingling sensation. You could feel his salty tears even in his mouth, and just like every part of him, it was sweet and delicious.
You broke the kiss with an audible pop, and admired Kaeya's now red and glistening lips. Saliva trailed out of the corners of his mouth, dripping down to the ground as he panted once more.
A debauched whore, you thought.
Wanting to taste more, your pulled against the cleavage hole of his blouse until his choker ripped off, allowing you more access through his slutty shirt. His nipples were brown and perky, budding in sensitivity the moment your thumbs rolled them, that you couldn't help but salivate.
Your lips wrapped around those trembling buds and Kaeya whined loudly.
"N-No..!" He cried, weakly punching against your back. "Stop, please! Please!"
Oh, poor cavalry captain, begging so pathetically. He must be feeling so humiliated right now, having his body used up like an object, all at your brutal mercy.
You sucked on his nipples vigorously, tongue lapping and swirling around his nubs while you occasionally clamped your teeth around them. Kaeya howled from the assault of pleasure that broke his mind, arching his back while trying to twist away from your grip. Your hips never ceased thrusting, and the feeling of having both his prostate and nipples abused drove him wild.
And then you grabbed his hardened, leaking cock, and all hell broke loose.
White liquid splattered all over his stomach as he cums with a scream, his bucking up as he came all over your hand. You ceased all movement immediately by the pleasant surprise, and slowly pulled off of his chest as Kaeya began panting from his forcefully pulled orgasm.
His eyelids fluttered open to find you grinning down at him.
"See?" Your lips stretched from ear to ear, rows of teeth glinting menacingly as you brandished your cum-stained hands. "You loved it."
"No..." Kaeya slowly shook his head, dawning horror settling upon him but he was too exhausted to lash out. "I didn't, I—"
"You came, Kaeya." You chuckled, "It means you think it felt good. You think my cock felt good, you whore. You like being fucked. And I'll indulge you, my sweet captain, until you're begging for more."
Kaeya felt you grab his arms, a strong grip pulling them down towards you, and threw his head back with a choked moan as you thrusted in deep. It didn't take long before you were fucking his battered body once more, returning the sting that multiplied from the oversensitivity of cumming.
"A-Ah—!!" He gasped, turning his head away as he felt the unwanted pleasure return once more. Why didn't you stop? When will you stop? Will you ever stop? He didn't know, but he just wanted this entire thing to be over. Why won't the Archons help him? Barbatos, why won't you rescue him?
The way you held his arms down forced him to press his tits together, and with each thrust you could see the mounds of flesh bounce along in sync. It was beautiful, so utterly ethereal, and it'll remain in your memory for the rest of your life.
Kaeya didn't know how long you fucked him until he felt your warm seed shoot out right into him.
It revolted him.
You groaned as you finally came, and was filled with euphoria immediately after. You came while fucking Kaeya Alberich. You came inside of Kaeya Alberich.
You pulled out, agonizingly slow for the captain, and watched the way your cum dripped out of his trembling hole.
You felt yourself rise again. Kaeya cries when he felt your hands spread his legs once more, begging for the mercy you've never had in you.
The next day, the cavalry captain resigned for unknown reasons. Unknown to everyone but you.
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puppy!steddie being and whatnot. ur a mutual friend of robins that she brings over one time.
the way their tails WAG is unreal when they smell/see you/you come around. they like ur scent, they like ur face, they like ur voice.
always asking Robin to bring you around again, make huge pillow forts ( nests ) and leave random sweaters lying around incase you get cold and then you can end up smelling like em too
will DIE if it’s a group hangout and u make everyone a meal. think one of those creamy alfredo pastas and garlic bread or smthn, they wolf it down, tails wagging, ears going, mouths full to the brim and still managing to cheesy grin at you cus they won’t take their eyes off u throughout cus how else will you know how much they enjoyed it?? :]
nah but think abt grappling for the chair next to you pre-meal - robins battling steve for ur left after losing to eddie for ur right. try to play footsie with u under the table and just —i—-
SLEEPOVEEERRRSSS
nest nest nest nest nest NEST TIME!!! maybe ur just chronically cold ie bad circulation or whatever, ur limbs go blue and the tip of ur nose freezes like an icicle so what’s the best way to show how worthy they are for you????? keep u warm all night ofc. so many blankets. sneaking in clothing items. u lay on eddies crusty vest and he’s like “it’s pre loved :))” cus the smell on it is so strong of him
if u wanna have something to fidget with while the sleepover den movie is playing, u best know that they wanna offer up their ears.
join the hybrid hangout! ♡ / hybrid au faq
TBIS IS SO SWEET :(( UGH yes robin brings her friend over 'cause she can't handle the two of them on their own they're too annoying so she drags you along and rants the entire way about how they're such losers and she hates them (She loves them so dearly) and when you get there they fall all over you!!!!!! offering you something to eat/drink two seconds in and fighting for a spot next to you on the couch that leaves robin on the floor like >:o you get a shiver down your spine and they immediately offer you one of their big fuzzy blankets off of their bed!! it smells sm like them and they wrap you in it so that you do too :')
omg them eating your meal :(( they seem to enjoy it so much that you give them leftovers and it's all they eat and they always text you like it was so good!! or even better the second time :) and they're so sweet :(( and yes footsie at the table wtf steve brushes his shoulder against yours all subtle like and eddie's literally kicking you (lightly) under the table the entire time 😭
yes they give you blankets to keep warm. yes they let you borrow their hoodies/pajamas/etc. but they also. keep you warm themselves. they offer themselves up before anything else, they snuggle up on either side of you and burrow their noses into your neck and squeeze you tight and then they put a blanket over the three of you. no honey why do you need steve's hoodie he's got it on you can just absorb his body heat.
SKGNS OMG :(( they notice you're picking your nails or the frayed strings of your jeans so they grab your hands and plop them on top of their heads <333 i swear they're falling over into your lap while you pet them both they're not watching the movie anymore they're just piled all over you <33
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felassan · 1 year
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Dragon Age: Absolution Episode 3
some random bits and pieces on Episode 3. under a cut due to length
Episode 1 post, Ep 2
the episode title is clever, The Serpent's Coil. it's like, they're going further into danger/the lion's den, only with serpent Tevinter imagery instead, it's dangerous, etc, but also like, as Miriam meets Rezaren again for the first time since her escape at the end of the episode, that's her ensnared once again in this treacherous snake's clutches
"Emergency grenades" reminded me of "Emergency - induction - port"
Between three stories and five Lords of Fortune, the LoFs felt quite prominent in Tevinter Nights. Interestingly here they are once again front n center with Lacklon's character. LoFs are known for wearing trinkets and their treasure - I wonder if that's what the various gold items Lacklon wears is (earrings, bracelets, the belt etc). If so that means he survived as a LoF for more than a year or two, which entitles a LoF to do so
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^ hh Lacklon's face in these scenes.. he never had a chance did he
hhh "nug-humping" takes me back to "BARTRAND! You nug-humping bastard!". this insult always feels like the dwarf equivalent of "sheep-shagger"
Building on what we learned in episode 2, which stated that the palace's security system is designed to kill everyone in the palace in order to stop a full-scale coup, in this episode we learn that "full-scale coup" more specifically means a full scale slave revolt/rebellion. designing a security system to brutally put down a slave rebellion using the bodies of dead slaves as walking corpse fighters to kill said slaves is.. grim
Tassia is really badass, strong and stalwart, a tank, protective of her men and refusing to put a magical macguffin above the lives of her men
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^ from the fact that they're walking corpses who appeared from the palace, I guess these are the bodies of the dead slaves that Marconius IV put in the walls
in DA:I the Necromancy skill tree color is all purpley, I guess that's why when the walking corpses are felled they burst into that purpley-colored cloud
aaaaa but the fight scenes in this show just make me really excited and hyped for combat in DA:D
I appreciate that Mr Lacklon is sometimes shown out of breath or sweating after physical exertion such as walking long distances uphill or a fight. not everyone ever is a high-stamina, chiselled athlete, but they can still be badass, cool and fight :) u know?
"Rolls" 🥺🥺..
another thing I appreciate about the show, even with the moments of light-heartedness and the animation style etc, is that the characters get to swear
battle boyfriends!! Σd(゚∀゚)
when Hira is stuck in the vault, if they were to blast it open, wouldn't Hira be able to stay in one piece if she just.. moved away from and back from the entrance/blast zone?
when Hira asks "You have the Circulum?" she is channelling Gollum there a lil for a min there
when Hira says "Not if you want me to stay in one piece too" she looks down, looks sad, shuts her eyes and touches her necklace. it feels like a moment of apology to the dead father she won't avenge and a moment of resignation that she won't be able to personally carry out her plan
'Take it to my own contact in Kirkwall, at a place called the Hanged Man' - so this was basically a fake story from Hira, right, or there is a Red Templar remnant contact that she really would have met in the Hanged Man to on-pass the Circulum. on the first watch I believed Hira's story here at face-value, I was led by the suggestion of the familiar and wondered if perhaps the so-called contact was Varric Tethras. smart, a good misleading/twist. like, that would have made a lot of sense if it was true, Varric's still doing Inquisition remnant stuff e.g. the report of the Genitivi expedition in Tevinter Nights being sent to Varric, Gatt in Half Up Front basically telling Irian and Vadis "go talk to Varric Tethras" etc. showrunners, I see what you did there!!
minor lore: two of Tassia's men are called Kal and Rankin
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^ just Tassia being badass, once again my weakness for tall, heavily armed and armored, warrior women has got me by the throat
Qwydion is brave 🥺 she's scared, and the exit and salvation was right there shining bright and within touching distance, but despite all she'd seen and her fear she went back to help those less capable than she 🥺.. it's harder to be brave and do the right thing when you're afraid. a good egg
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^ Mustache elf!! Beard elf!! The elven facial hair lore ?¿? continues. in DA:O, Sarel the Dalish elf has a beard/stubble, then in Dragon Age: Redemption Yevven has facial hair. meanwhile Fenris tells Varric elves can't grow beards
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^ are those bangs? shades have bangs? emo bangs? I always thought they were just flaps on their lil shade hats
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^ Arcane grenades are pretty :) sera would like these
Ooh, Qwydion used that metal pole she took from one of the elves as a lightning rod for Chain Lightning! very cool. also I like how some of the spells in the show are clearly identifiable as in-game spells, like Chain Lightning or Wall of Fire. it makes it feel like Dragon Age and shows the show creators played the games and tried to incorporate small details like this
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^ a superhero landing here from Tassia
is the right trope Stepford Smiler? Rezaren is a bit of a Stepford Smiler
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denningsjawbreaker · 7 months
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die for you | first day
by: denningsjawbreaker
a/n : ill probably be slow to update since its school era but be patient because I have lots of ideas for this story mwahhhh
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September 20, 1982
VICTORIA sighs as she gets dropped off at West Virgina Highschool. She absolutely hated being the new kid. All the dumbass introductions ad especially making friends. It was all anxiety inducing and too much pressure...but she did promise her mom to make actual friends and have a great day and Victoria never ever wanted to break her mom's promises.
" okay.... I'm pretty sure my locker is this one " Toria mumble as she looks at the beige looking locker. She begins to put her items she doesn't need inside the locker so her bag doesn't bother her later on the day. She closes the locker and sighs and has her schedule in her hand and she begins to walk looking for her first class.
" Room 205...where th- " Toria mumbles to herself while walking a fast pace before she collides onto another figure.
" WHAT THE FUCK ?! " the voice exclaimed loudly startling Toria a bit. " Great job you dropped my fucking glasses " she picks up her big glasses that has a crack on it as she puts it back on her face and her lips curl staring at Toria.
Toria lips part and sighs and picks up her schedule that feels as well. She can't help but feel slightly intimidated by the girl in front of her but she had to make sure she doesn't seem faze.
" I'm sorry...I'm a bit of a klutz...you see it's my first day here- " Toria begins to explain but it's cut off immediately.
" Well maybe today you'll learn a thing or two about fucking walking and not breaking other people's shit " she sneers harshly before brushing past Toria's elbow hard.
'Jesus she has a temper' Toria thought to herself while rubbing the sharp pain away in her elbow . She sighs regaining her strength to find her classroom whilst reminding herself not to have that commotion she just had again.
' so much for making friends '
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10 mins later
" R- 205 "
"oh thank God " Toria sighs breathing heavily as she stands in front of the door trying to calm herself.
She opens the room to reveal students in the classroom and a tall man with a beard holding a pointer. She could tell that was her teacher and she already had her nerves awakening again. The room was surrounded by different conversations and friend groups. Toria sighed at that.
Toria adjusted her bag and walked into the classroom trying to get the seat in the back and letting a few " excuse me " before landing a seat near the window .
Toria taking out her notebook and pen she looks around her classroom slowly adjusting to it. Maybe she was just overthinking as usual and it's going to be alright. She stared out a bit for a second before the classroom door slammed open.
" nice to see you made it in time Denning " The teacher said and Toria perked up a bit as her stomach kinda knotting as she sees the girl with the glasses again . " Carol remind yourself to not be late in my class this year " the teacher remarked making the angry girl roll her eyes in response.
' Carol '
Toria not wanting to cause anymore trouble looks away from Carol's peripheral vision and just focuses on her notebook and starts scribbling random ass notes. She could here the stomps of Carol's shoes making it's way to the back of the classroom and Toria slowly turns and sees Carol's arm crosses with a frown on her face.
' she really is an unhappy person ' Toria thought and sighs and genuinely has no idea why she is so interested in her since she made her impression well enough to Toria .
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CAROL was sitting in the back. Her arm crossed and her back against the hard ass chair. She hated this fucking school and it's dumbass people. She couldn't careless about anything here. Besides her chess club she really had nothing better to do.
She popped a jawbreaker in her mouth and takes her black notebook out scribbling little designs. She adjusts her glasses and sniffs as she draws a new art piece in her book, not even paying attention to the introductory assignment that's been established.
Carol couldn't help but feel eyes on her. Oh did she hate when people fucking stared at her. To her, they were asking for a problem. She immediately followed her guts and looked up to see the same girl who bumped into her this morning and her scowl rises.
" Fucking What ? "
Immediately the girl turned red and looked away and Carol smirked at this. Obviously she had an effect on her and oh does Carol have ideas now.
Carol starts finishing her little drawing and chuckles to herself.
" what to do with you dollface " she sings to herself and looks up at the brown haired beauty that caught the angry bird's interest.
' im going to have fun with this one ' Carol thought
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After what felt like an eternity, the class was finally finished and Toria rushed to put her supplies in her bag and she gets up and goes out the classroom.
" Yo! dollface..." a voice called out to her and Toria turned around and is faced with a smirking Carol.
" oh... uh hi- " Toria sighed. This was it..maybe a first beat up in her new school is what it'll take for Toria to learn how to be confident. " Look...if it is about earlier,imsorryimjustsofuckingclumsy andIhateitandmymomtoldmethatIneedto learnhowtonavigatewithoutoverthinkingand sometimesijusthavedifficultydoingthatandit's myfirstdayand- " Toria awkwardly rambled
" Shut the fuck up. It's not that. Jesus Christ you talk a lot. I just...look I just wanna know you? Like what's your name cookie ? "Carol said while tilting her head and her jawbreaker visible at the side of her mouth.
Toria opened her mouth slightly and closed it. She's going to have to do her breathe in breathe out technique later.
" I'm Victoria Molina. Toria for shorter um...yeah " Toria said awkwardly and ending it with a thumbs up. Mentally slapping herself for how awkward she's acting right now. Especially in front of this extremely hot individual but that's not the important matter at the moment.
Carol smirked and steps closer and nods looking Toria up and down.
" Victoria....huh?" She tilts her head and smirks and leans against the lockers. " yeah...Imma keep calling you dollface" she says raising both her brows up.
Victoria just nods and shifts a bit and rolls her shoulders back.
" I'm presume you're Carol right ? " Toria tells her and receives a nod back. " It's a pretty name you know " she smiles a bit but Carol just looks at her
" Bitch please that's a basic fucking name. I hate it so much. Don't you fucking lie to me like that again " Carol narrows her eyes but her eyes obvious to the excitement Toria initiates on her ( which she's not used to ) .
Toria looks at Carol with a soft smile. " well I think it's pretty and it fits you "
Carol obviously not used to such compliments shifts uncomfortably and scowls at Toria.
" Whatever...what's your class after this dollface ?" Carol asks .
" I think AP History ? " Toria responds and Carol scrunches her face up.
" ugh you're a fucking nerd. don't go to that bullshit class...come and skip with me " she smirks and takes a cigarette and putting it between her teeth.
Toria mouth agapes and furrows her brows.
" I'm not a nerd...but we still have the rest of the day though ? Plus it's my first day Carol I can't get in trouble " Toria mumbles whilst her hands are in the pockets of her sweater.
Carol rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.
" You owe me remember ? " motioning to the crack of her glasses. " this is your payment dollface and...you don't have a choice " she smirks and staring up a Toria's tensed nature and lights up her cigarette and starts walking out of the school and motions for Toria to come.
' What the fuck did she just get into ? ' Toria thought before heavily sighing and following Carol out of the school.
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Carol who was standing in front of a red convertible starts smirking as Toria came closer.
" awe was that so hard Dollface " Carol teased and throws her head back laughing.
" where are we going anyways ? "
" The diner where I work....it's called Domingos "
" Flamingos?"
" No you dumbass...Domingos. We can get food there and I'm good with Davis our boss so we can hook up with some good shits "
Toria nod and follows suit into the car and she looks around and it definitely smells of cigarettes and bits of coconut due to the hanging freshener in front of the mirror.
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The drive was pretty quiet and the only thing visible is the music playing on the radio.
Carol grips the wheel of the car and hesitantly looks at Toria who is staring out and she feels her face softens a bit and tugs on her bottom lip.
Could she really have a friend ? No there's no fucking way. Nobody fucks with her and when they do it all turns to shit. She learned that after finding out Barb had pranked her with her bumass friend and Carol couldn't take that shit anymore .
Carol sighs and tries focusing her way to Domingos and hopes to God she can finally have a good time.
" we're here dollface "
" this looks cozy "
" yeah yeah...get your ass out the damn car Molina "
chuckling Carol gets out the car and walks inside with Toria who was in awe taking in the atmosphere of the small diner.
Maybe just maybe... Things would be okay.
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Continuing in Part Two coming soon [ Die for You | Diner Troubles ]
A/N: write down if you want to be in the future taglist of this story:)))
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🐾 Just puppy thoughts!- 🐾
•After shower Shakey's!!
•chew chew *chew* on everything!!!
•please give pets! *Grabs hand and puts it on top of head* *big puppy dog eyes*
•*Jumps on bed* ATTACK THE BLANKETS AND STUFFIES!! *nom nom**tries to dig* *it no work" *defeat!-*falls on back and passes out* ***I'M UP***
•*HEY* What was that?! *Bark* *Bark* *Bark*
•Hmmmm..*sniffs random objects* Is it "chewable?,,*test chews*-**IT IS**
•*The absolute urge to never use utensils. Just-*shoves head into bowl of coco puffs* *cronchcronchcronch*
•*Looks out window* *sees squirrel* -Must- fight- THE *URGE* TO **CHASE**-!
•uncomfortable feeling of feeling like your tail is there when *it's not* -is always scared I'll get my tail stuck in the door but that's *impossible*
•wanna run-! gotta run-! need to run-! *No energy* *can't run on all fours* *asthma* -sad puppy noises-!
•The absolute need to walk through heavily wooded areas and run through the trees-! *The leaves go crunch crunch crunch-!
•Dreaming of running in the woods while the snow falls heavily and the cold breeze hits my face-!!!-I really miss the snow-!
•Collars always help me feel secure and is just a comfort item no matter what at all times-!
•Setting up pillows and blankets In makeshift den/bed-! *Stuffies are a must-!* *Chewy toooys-!* And most importantly never forget*the cinnamon Scooby snacks-!!!*
•*Yawns and curls up in pile on blankets pillows and stuffies-!*
•*Y-You wanna go on a walk?Yes? YES?? *YES* YES YES!*
•My backpack!! It hasss- My collar-! My leash!(of course) Snacks!! Never forget the snackies-! Favorite Blankets and stuffies- that fit-! Coloring books and crayons!!Squishy toys and chewies-! And and water! Because running makes me thirsty-!!
•*Let's go to the **PARK**-!* *Running in circles with excitement* *aaaaAa-!
•*ZOOMIES*
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forgedraptor · 2 years
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Law is just a cat, he is a big boi cat that the Heart Pirates take care of 😌💛
they awe at their captain and get excited when he blesses them in their presence, they feed him when he gets grouchy (coffee and onigiri is a must and always at hand), they clean up the random items all around the floor and nooks and crannies (from when Law likes to shambles himself and stuff around) and the heart pirates are so used to Law just teleporting out of nowhere either near them, on them, or in between: thats why theyre all ready to catch him whenever he does it (case and point how Law casually just sat on Sanjis shoulders at Wano lol)
with the previous note, all Heart Pirates are actually buff af underneath their clothes, so they can easily carry around their cat-like captain who likes to hang himself around and/or make them carry him (Law says its so he doesnt get tired, the crew knows its how he shows his affection, like a cat asking fr pets!)
Law likes to just lounge around randomly near or next to his nakama, and the Heart Pirates gets so excited (hidden, underneath, in their hearts because they know Law doesnt wanna be seen as affectionate cz he gets embarrased easily [dont worry they gush about it with each other when their captain isint near])
and some times Law falls asleep near/on them and they cant help but explode in pure happiness because they know Law has insomnia, and doesnt let his guard down easily (thats why he usually sleeps on Bepo) but him falling asleep on them means he trusts them and is comfortable in their presence!
and if said nakama that is currently being used as a pillow become afk for a few hours, not even going to the bathroom or go eat, the rest will take over their work and would understand; afterall, its not everyday you have a sleeping captain on you
(for the crew, whoever gets blessed with a sleeping Law is p much exempt from all responsibilities but being the comfiest pillow for said captain) (as Bepo is the most likely candidate: there is a light hearted jealousy aimed at the mink from the rest of their nakama)
and if the Heart Pirates all have den den mushi cameras where they could take pictures of their soft looking, sleep slacked and peaceful captain to gush over later, well, what happens in the yellow submarine, stays in the yellow submarine afterall 💛
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