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auras-moonstone · 4 months

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HEAR ME OUT! Tara and Y/n has been together ever since the massacre in Woodsboro but Tara (like that bitch she is) treats her like shit while drunk at a party, ending up in a breakup. Ethan steps in and takes her home and it ends up in Smut/fluff.

stars around my scars — ethan landry

word count: 1,174

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: after witnessing the way tara mistreats y/n at the party, ethan takes her home to take care of her.

warnings: toxic relationship. fluff.

Y/N ALWAYS HAD ALWAYS KNOWN TARA DIDN’T LIKE HER AS MUCH AS SHE DID. She had always known deep down that the petite girl had feelings for Amber, but she had been too scared of ruining their friendship so she settled for the second option—her. And call her masochist, but Y/N never cared as long as she could call Tara hers.

And then, there was Amber’s betrayal and death. It sent Tara down a rabbit hole. She had never been in love with Y/N, but at least she used to care about her. She was sweet and attentive despite her heart belonging to someone else. Now, Y/N was simply the person she kept at arm’s length as a distraction from pain. Parties and alcohol were also things that helped her with that.

The party the group was currently at landed on a very convenient day—it marked one year from the Woodsboro killings, and Tara made it her mission to get as intoxicated as possible, trying to get her mind off things.

“Tara, please stop. You’ve drunk way too much.” Y/N said to her girlfriend, who was frenetically searching for another bottle of vodka.

“Jesus, leave me alone, Y/N.” the girl rolled her eyes. “Don’t you have anything better to do than suffocating me with your clingyness?”

Y/N sighed. “I’m just taking care of you. You’re going to regret drinking so much in the morning.”

“Are you deaf or something? I said leave me the fuck alone. I just want to drink and forget about everything.”

“I know, T. But you’re very drunk, and you keep mixing drinks. It’s gonna land you in the hospital.” Y/N carefully grabbed her girlfriend’s hand, but the girl shoved it away as if the touch had burnt her.

“You’re not her, don’t you get it? You’ll never be her. I just wish you’d leave me the fuck alone. I don’t love you, stop trying to make me love you. It’s not going to happen. Ever.” Tara spat, voice loud enough to make people look.

Y/N stood still, not knowing what to say or do. Her brain couldn’t formulate any words, she just felt a gigantic knot on her throat and tears blurring her vision. The pity glances were overwhelming, and she wanted to get away from them so badly, but her feet wouldn’t cooperate.

Ethan, who had witnessed the harsh words from a few feet away, rushed towards them as soon as he noticed her friend’s frozen state. “You’re a fucking bitch.” he glared at Tara, and silently added ‘and you deserve everything that’s coming to you.’ “Let’s go, Y/N/N. I’m taking you home.”

Y/N followed the boy without a second guess. Ethan didn’t utter a single word on the way home, he just tucked her under his arm and affectionately rubbed her arm. And as always, his presence was comforting.

He was always there for her, lifting her spirits up and offering his ear whenever she needed someone to talk to. Even though Y/N could sense what his thoughts about her relationship with Tara were, Ethan had never judged her for her questionable and stupid choices.

Ethan had tried very hard not to spill every thought he had about it, because as much as she wanted to open Y/N’s eyes, he knew she hadn’t been ready for the truth. And deep down, Y/N sensed that. But that night, she felt it was time to hear his opinion.

“Thank you, Eth. For everything.” she finally said once they reached his apartment.

Ethan sat beside her on the couch with a glass of water in his hand. “Anytime.” he replied, giving her the glass. “Y/N…” he said after a few seconds of dead silence.

“I know, Eth. I’m the most idiotic person in the world.” her eyes were glued to the floor, completely embarrassed by the fact that Ethan had to witness the way Tara had talked to her.

“Don’t do that. Don’t put the blame on you.” he kneeled between her legs, forcing her to look at him. “You’re so amazing, and I’m sorry Tara didn’t see that. You deserve so much better, Y/N/N. You were such a great girlfriend to her, and she took you for granted.”

“I should’ve ended it so long ago… but I don’t know, we’ve been through so much and I was scared that if I broke up with her, the group would put distance between us. I don’t want to be alone.”

Ethan grabbed her by the cheeks and caressed her face softly. His touch was so relaxing that it made her close her eyes, and before she knew what was doing, she started pressing kisses on his palm and wrists.

The boy’s heart was beating so fast that it felt like it wanted to escape through his chest. “I’m never leaving you. You’ll never be alone. Keep me close and I promise I’ll take care of you and make you feel loved.”

Y/N opened her eyes at that statement. Surprised vulnerable eyes met his determined and loving ones, and for the second time that night, she was left speechless. In the best way, Ethan took away her ability to speak.

“Since the very first night, you have been living free rent in my mind. Realizing you were taken was like a punch to the guts, but learning that your heart belonged to someone who didn’t appreciate it? It pierced my heart. Maybe I should’ve said something sooner, maybe you needed someone to help you open your eyes.”

Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know if I would’ve taken your advice, to be honest. I was blind. But Ethan, you’ve taken care of me from the beginning. You would break your back to make me break a smile, Eth. I want nothing more than to try something with you but I just got out of a relationship, I don’t know if my mind is in the right space to start something new.”

“I’m not saying we should start a relationship right now. I can wait, and in the meanwhile I can make you feel good, be whatever you need.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to you, Eth. I can’t use you like that.”

“Y/N, I’m begging you to use me. Fuck, I sound like a attention starved puppy, but I want you—whatever way you want me, whenever you want me and as long as you want to.”

Y/N searched for any sign of hesitation or reluctance, but the boy was determined. He really wanted this, and to be honest, so did she. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Y/N nodded, the sides of her mouth lifting. “Right now, I need a kiss. You think you can give me that?”

Ethan grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, lips meeting aggressively. “Your lips taste so fucking good, baby. I think I’m already addicted.”

“Good, cause I think I’m addicted, too. I’ve never been kissed like this.” she said in between kisses.

“Then I guess we should never stop doing this.” he gripped her waist as he straddles her thighs.

Y/N’s hooded eyes connected with his and they both smiled. “Guess we shouldn’t.”

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upsidedownwithsteve · 10 months

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Idk if you’ve done pregnant grumpy!reader x sunshine!steve yet buuuut Steve trying to make reader feel better bc she’s getting supper irritated at him super quickly

You were everything you hated being.

Too hot, too tired, too hungry, too bloated. Your body was changing and becoming more uncomfortable, five months pregnant and growing by the day. It didn’t help that it was summer in Indiana, a heatwave that you knew would eventually come, but you still weren’t prepared for the heat - especially now your swimming suit didn’t fit.

“Honey?” Steve’s tone was soft and cajoling, his expression wary as he approached with a bowl of watermelon cubes as an offering.

You’d been snappy all day, unfairly so considering the boy hadn’t done anything to deserve it, apart from helping to put you in your current state. You’d had a lot of fun trying and you’d cried tears of absolute joy in Steve’s lap at the sight of those two pink lines, but your feet were swollen and your tummy poked out the top of your shorts.

You ignored the fruit, slouching further into the couch instead, your expression morose. “I look like Winnie the Pooh,” you cried woefully. You prodded gently at your round tummy, your belly button that stuck out more than ever. “Look at it.”

Steve tried to hide his grin, a cough covering his laugh and a fist over his mouth. You glared at him on warning as he dropped to the floor beside the sofa, placing the bowl in your lap and a warm hand on your thigh.

“I am,” he told you, palm travelling up and over to cup the top of your bump, his eyes turning soft as he gazed at it. He leaned in to nudge his nose against your tummy. “I look at it every day, y’know.”

Normally such sweetness would be rewarded with a kiss or some kind of other affection, but your skin was sticky with sweat and after specifically asking for watermelon, baby had decided she really didn’t want it anymore. Your eyes watered and you sniffed, bottom lip trembling.

“Uh-oh,” Steve said easily, not as panicked by your tears as he used to be. The hormones had turned you into a human fountain, for any and all emotion. “What’s the damage? A kick to the ribs? Sore feet? A burst pipe?” Steve cradled your belly with two big hands and he peered at it accusingly. “What’re you doing to your mom, you gremlin?”

You laughed unexpectedly, a watery hiccuping that made Steve beam at you. You dashed away the tears at your lash line and snugged again, simultaneously feeling better and stupid. “She’s not a gremlin,” you protested, “she’s just making me turn crazy.” You brought a hand to your boyfriends cheek, day old stubble scratching at your palm and you rubbed a thumb over his jaw adoringly.

“You’re not crazy,” Steve insisted softly. “You’re pregnant, honey.”

You smiled, still a little watery. “Isn’t it the same thing?”

Steve huffed out a laugh and turned his head to kiss your hand. “Maybe,” he conceded. Another kiss, this time on the inside of your wrist. “You okay?”

You nodded, suddenly exhausted. You let your shoulders droop, your head falling back into the couch cushions as the heat of the afternoon settled into a sticky warmth over your skin. “Tired,” you said and Steve knew that, could hear you getting up and down through then night to pee, then in the kitchen for more water, a vicious cycle. “But m’too warm, just uncomfortable.”

Steve pouted sympathetically, hands travelling down your sides, over your hips, squeezing affectionately. His touch made your lashes flutter.

“I’m sorry,” you added, your voice small and soft. You looked like you were about to cry again. “Didn’t mean to be a bitch.”

Steve tutted away your apology, leaning carefully over your belly to kiss your lips, one peck that turned onto two, three, until he was pressing his mouth to your cheeks, your nose, your chin. “Don’t gotta apologise, baby, I know it’s hard.” He hummed against you, one lazy, slow last kiss that felt like the summer heatwave. “How ‘bout a cool shower, then a movie? I’ll let you use me as a pillow.”

You closed your eyes in bliss at the suggestion, nodding gratefully. When you opened them again, Steve was holding a piece of watermelon for you, brows raised.

You made a face, feeling awfully guilty even as your stomach turned over in protest. “Baby decided we don’t want watermelon anymore.”

Steve gasped, overly dramatic. “God, she really is a gremlin—”

“Steven.”

“What?” The boy grinned before he popped a cube of fruit into his mouth. “You’re lucky I like watermelon,” he tried to sound mean about it, but he failed miserably when he leaned back over to smack a kiss to your cheek. “And you… and you,” he conceded, one final kiss to the top of your bump.

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gisele0127 · 1 year

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Misunderstanding • nagi x reader

notes: slight angst, fluffy ending, a little all over the place, 778 words

its’s currently 3 am and Nagi Seishiro is playing video games in the other room to your shared apartment. you don’t really mind him staying up so late as long as he gets enough rest (even when he gets a full 8 hours of sleep he’s always tired🙄). on this particular night nagi was being unusually loud, he’s usually very calm and collected while playing video games. you couldn’t sleep. you’re half asleep and so annoyed, you had to wake up early to go meet up your mother for breakfast. as you walk down the hallway to go tell nagi to shut up you overhear him say

“yea shes so god damn annoying. she won’t give me space and she’s too obsessed”

your heart drops. is nagi talking about you? are you really that annoying? are you too obsessed? your legs won’t move, you can’t walk into the room now. he’d think you’re too annoying anyways. you drag your feet back to your room silently crying. why are you crying? he can’t be talking about you right? deep down you were always afraid that you were too annoying and clingy for him. nagis so laid back and *not as affectionate* as you. it made you really insecure. you always knew that you loved him more than he loved you. did he still even love you? sure you guys have been dating for a few years, but has he fallen out of love? did he ever love you? your head started spiraling and you couldn’t stop crying until you heard footsteps. you wipe your tears really fast a pretend to be asleep, because you can’t deal with him right now. not when you’re a mess. nagi opens the door and plops right next to you. he takes a deep breath and says,

“ughhhhh. y/n, baby, love of my life, my future wife, i love you. so much. you’re so adorable when youre asleep.”

your heart skips a beat, but then you remember the nasty things he just said about you. a couple more tears fall knowing what he just said was meaningless and fake. he pulls you into where you’re the little spoon and he starts rubbing your tummy. tracing little patterns and writing i love you.

“babe you know how i told you that there’s a new athletic trainer for the team?”

he never told you anything about a new athletic trainer. must’ve been his other bitch.

“she’s so fucking annoying. she’s all over me and flirting with me. might just have to bring you to practice to show her who’s the love of my life”

…bye

did? um? did you misunderstand him? oh my god? right? you totally misunderstood him.

he rubs his head against you, hugging you tighter. you’re so tiny compared to him. he starts kissing you. he’s never this affectionate when you’re ‘awake’. you start to smile but then it quickly fades away when he asks,

“are you crying?”

your body stiffens, he caught you.

“no i’m asleep”

“why are you crying?”

you take a deep breath and finally you let loose,

“i heard you talking while you were playing video games. i thought you called me annoying but it was apparently your new athletic trainer that you actually did not tell me about? but anyways yea. got scared that you didn’t love me anymore or as much. it’s okay if you don’t, i already know how you are. i love you more anyways”

you take nagis hands off of you, not really wanting him to touch you. he’s silent for a couple of seconds, confused.

“what? oh. yea you heard that. i mean what i said i want you to come to practice tomorrow. and what are you talking about? i love you so much, i mean i may not show it as much as you but you know me. and um i kinda talk to you while you’re asleep. im sorry”

nagi may not be the best with words but you tell he really means it. you know that he will never really understand you being insecure, and sometimes it gets to you. but hey a least he’s trying.

you feel a little bit of relief now, but still uneasy. until nagi gets on top of you, pouting.

“did you doubt my love for you?”

oh god he really is a big baby.

before you can answer he closes the space between you.

“well it doesn’t really matter if you do or not because you’re stuck with me the rest of your life. i love you y/n, baby, love of my life, my future wife.”

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stars-n-spice · 4 days

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Silly Squad Alignment Charts

Because I thought it would be fun and silly :)

Find out more about the Silly Squad here!

Of course, have to start with the classic:

Hunter will say they have food at home and it's literally like probably two slices of bread, a bottle of ketchup, and a head of lettuce

Viram KNOWS how to cook so you best be happy to eat her food instead of having Mcdonalds

Khea and Echo it depends on their mood whether they pull up and order a single black coffee before leaving (Echo would never do it if Omega is in the car)

Crosshair doesn't even like their coffee but he does it to be a little shit

Feel like Tech is also kinda in the middle because he'll be like "Technically we have food at home-" but he also needs his caffeine

Phee will ALWAYS pull up to the Mcdonalds, especially when Omega's with her. Then Omega always holds it over Hunter- "Well, PHEE takes ME to Mcdonalds!"

Tay is the definition of a bastard (no seriously)

Phee is bastard (affectionate) but would technically be more of "Badass" than anything

Khea, Crosshair, and Tech are the Bitch Trio and if you put them in a room together they WILL tear each other apart (emotionally most likely but Tech will goad Crosshair and Khea into physically fighting each other while he records)

Majority of the squad is Babey though

Echo is also "Bad Ass" but he could also be a Bitch if he wanted

Hunter is Bastard just because I think it's funny

Dumb Bitch Hunter my beloved <3

Echo is sad dick because he has no dick

I use dumb affectionately with Wrecker (not with Hunter and Tay)

Tech just has big dick energy to me idk

Khea's a sad hoe but she'll never admit to it (the being sad part)

If you've noticed, I really like making fun of Hunter that's why he's there in the dumbass squared category

Wrecker, Khea, and Phee are all smart as fuck but have more fun pretending that they aren't really

Tay is good at pretending that he is smart - he is not

Then of course, Tech, Cross, and Echo are all smartasses

This fit so perfectly I was dying

Hunter is laughing nervously because he's aroace lmao

Omega would be like "Thanks! :D" and just carry on

Jung would most likely do *thumbs up* instead of finger guns though

When you pair up the couples, it's funnier

If Tay said "I know" after Cross told him that he loved him, Crosshair would dump him on the spot

Khea tells Wrecker she loves him for the first time and he short circuits and probably would say something along the lines of "YEET!"

Viram and Echo both have issues and would not be able to comprehend why someone would love them - I'm sure Echo's got insecurities and Viram knows she's a workaholic and therefore difficult to be in a relationship so she apologies in advance

If Phee told Tech she loved him and he went "a horrible decision, really" she'd probably laugh

And of course, who doesn't love Phee? If you don't, get out of here.

Crosshair could care less, he ain't dealing with that shit

Tech would say this ominously as if he's seen the future and knows your death is imminent meanwhile Khea's is more of a - "you probably will because everyone close to me has already died" sort of way :/

I feel like Omega might also be "i'd die for you first" too

Hunter, Viram, and Echo don't want to deal with that shit either, they've already got so much loss, guilt, and other things on their plate

Tay's probably not listening when someone tells him they'd die for him while Phee's like, "Oh, neat. Anyways, as I was saying about my last adventure-"

Jung is ready and willing to put his life on the line and Wrecker would probably more like a "Nu uh" because he's got your back and would look out for you

Phee will also do it for some credits or a cool treasure

Tay is going to fight god (and he's going to lose)

Tech could do so much more than take down the government, but he needs incentives (him and Phee can take down the government together <3)

Khea is a bounty hunter, her job literally requires her to stab people sometimes in order for her to get money

Crosshair would stab without anyone needing to ask him

Echo's taking down the government no matter what, but especially if Rex asks him to come along

Jung is going to fight god if you ask them to (and he'll win)

Viram is the type of friend who is an excellent tutor and you end up understanding the concept after getting her help meanwhile Omega will explain what she knows and then the homework becomes a group project of figuring out what the fuck it's asking

You can copy Hunter's homework but there is no guarantee that the answers are right (most of them are wrong)

You can copy Jung's homework and there's a high chance the answers are right

Khea had better things to do than homework - like get frustrated over it and cry for a bit before giving up on it

Phee did some of the homework but she'll only help you out if you give her something in exchange

Wrecker and Tay, beloved himbos, they had no idea and even if they did do the homework, you wouldn't want to copy off of them

Crosshair also didn't do the homework but he also doesn't want to respond

Tech and Echo both did the homework and it's correct but they don't tolerate copying work to even have suggested it is offensive so now you're left on read

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3-dsimp · 5 months

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First of all, i love your work and you dont know how strong is the grip that your torturer has in my mind (i love it, and you are amazing 💕). Second, if is ok (if not, thats ok) may i pleas have a request for the torturer, i love that he is so protective and loving, but how would he be if reader is also very loving and protective of him? Someone say something or is looking at him in a funny way, boom, reader is infront of him ready to tear a bitch apart, he has cuts in his hands? Bam, reader is putting bandaids and kissing it better, this man is relaxed in the comfort of his couch? Badaboom, reader gets comfy in his lap and shower his face in kisses. I love the idea of this man getting flusstered.

(Flustered? More like getting him sent to the hospital due to a constant relapse on his special condition of simpitis ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و And thank you so much!! 🖤)

Somebody get this man an inhaler because he can’t BREATHE. It’s bad enough the poor hitman gets mini heart palpitations at every little affectionate touch from his sunshine. But seeing you in action acting like a protective feral Chihuahua, when he could clearly take on any altercation given his intimidating physique made him absolutely fold like a piece of paper.

Once you had pecked him on the cheek, hugging him goodbye as you said you were headed out to the store to get him more baking supplies.

The Torturer, Moros, stood stiff like a stone statue until you left, waiting in a moment of silence before he let out a poorly contained feverish squeal. Practically crumbling onto his knees from how utterly weak you made him feel. He had the indescribable urge to spoil you absolutely rotten.

Wanting nothing more than to bake you all of your favorites sweets. And fatten up those cute cheeks of yours till you’re looking like a chipmunk on Thanksgiving. (As if he doesn’t already do that enough) His mind was programmed with the mandatory urge to to worship his sunshine like the precious gift that you are.

Through hugs, kisses, and cuddles this simping shy giant was yearning to return every bit of affection you oh so graciously bestowed upon him. But with him being anxious and immensely shy he’d have to pray to whatever god there is. To give him the willpower needed not to implode in on himself from the constant case of shy jitters he’d get just from being near your sweet presence.

Returning to the present he put a huge scarred hand to grip at the fabric close to his erratic heart. Moros was Sweating profusely as he tried not to nearly pass out from the numerous memory recalls of how goddamn endearing he found his darling to be. However, he was failing the skill check on not being an utter simp for you and resorted to gingerly taking out the bunny plushie. You had won for him from a random carnival stand, From out his hoodie pouch.

Treating the cute plushie as if it was you, The Torturer cradled the bunny gently within his muscular arms. Pressing it close to his chest, as his reddish brown eyes looked up at the ceiling. A small bashful smile finding its way onto his full lips while he daydreamed of you, waiting for when you returned so that he could treat you to a full coursed meal of sweet treats galore.

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doubledyke · 4 days

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idk why i have such strong lore about eddy's parents but i feel like i know these mfers

100% they are swingers

dad does coke on the not so down low

totally the types to cuss in front of their kids and don't care if their kids cuss "in the house"

mom is in a classic mlm (mary kay); has been known to use little eddy as a model to practice her make up skills/demonstrate products for clients - the shitty full coverage foundation almost looks decent on pristine toddler skin

nasty little white dog with tear stains once both boys are gone

make their own p0rnos

completely non-religious; the subject never comes up

they either lived in the trailer park or a tiny downtown apartment before eddy sr.'s big promotion- were pretty poor when they had bro

mom's family is italian, dad's side is irish - or vice versa, doesn't really matter

mom is friends with momma kanker - thinks the other wives in the neighborhood are uptight bitches; they kiki and chain-smoke/day-drink together

dad has a gay brother/cousin that he was really close to before he came out and was disowned by the family; feels that he was tricked and betrayed for whatever heterosexual reason; thinks this justifies his homohobia

mom is very affectionate with her boys (especially eddy), and definitely licks her thumb to wipe schmutz off their faces even into adulthood

both parents are extremely uncomfortable when serious emotions come up, and have no clue how to handle eddy's obvious behavioral/emotional issues; mom turns to food for comfort and figures the same will work for her sons

she feels guilty for what happened to eddy and has trouble telling him no or punishing him; dad's motto is 'boys will be boys"- that's a threat

dad has never uttered the words "i love you", and would only respond with a grunt if anyone ever said it, but that hasn't happened in years

dad really wants to pass on the family business to one of his sons, so he was pissed when his oldest decided to pursue a more artistic path; really lays it on thick with eddy that he's gonna be the one to take over some day

mom never graduated high school cuz she got pregnant and dropped out; worked a few odd jobs when bro was growing up but is now a full time stay-at-home mom... when she's not at spin class or the salon or attending some sort of direct sales function

#may or may not add more to this later but its been in my drafts for a month so figured i'd share #tmrw is the big move and im procrastinating #luckily there isnt a ton more to do but im not looking forward to taking apart my bitch ass bed #text

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reidsaurora · 1 year

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can i get an ale with spencer reid x reader getting a new cat after reader's cat died and she/they are all sad? Extra fluff on top please ;). Congrats btw!

S. Reid Headcanons (mourning!gf edition)

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🍸 Ale for Aaron Hotchner - send me a character + a scenario/au and i'll tell you some headcanons i have!

Spencer had been the first to know when Hugo had passed.

Hugo was your 17-year-old brown tabby cat, who'd been with you since you were a kid.

When you moved out on your own, your parents had even let you take him with you, seeing as they knew he was your best friend, above any human.

And Spencer knew this fact. One of the first things that was established when he asked you to be his girlfriend was that Hugo was the sole most important thing in your life. He was like your child, almost like your soulmate (if cats could have soulmates)

So when you called him, your voice thick with tears, and said, "Hugo's gone," his heart began to ache along with yours.

He became a little extra clingy in the weeks that followed Hugo's death, his silent way of telling you he was right there if and when you needed him.

You slowly eased into your new routine, though life didn't get any easier when you came home and spotted his old toys sticking out from underneath the sofa or when you remembered his food bowl in the corner of the kitchen.

Little did you know, Spencer had the perfect idea to cheer you up.

He'd been in talks with Penelope and Emily to see if Sergio's breeder had any kittens available, and when the breeder finally contacted Spencer, his heart nearly melted when he found out there was one left.

It turned out to be a little girl, pitch black with tiny, white paws and the smallest patch of white on her belly, and green eyes that rivaled an emerald.

He nearly begged you to let him and Penelope come over after work that day. You can't say you didn't have your suspicions on why he was so adamant about both of them visiting that night, but you reluctantly agreed, nearly sobbing as you cleaned up the last of Hugo's things before they arrived.

Penelope drove, leaving Spencer to hold the kitten, the pink blanket he'd bought for her nearly swallowing the tiny thing.

The two made their way into your apartment, and as soon as you spotted the bundle in Spencer's arms, you knew.

That son of a bitch (affectionate)

Soft mews sounded from the blanket as her head popped up, her eyes landing directly on you.

Spencer nearly cried when he saw you crack a smile for the first time in a month.

You took the tiny kitten from his hands, nuzzling her against your chest.

"She's so little!" you squeaked, rubbing tiny circles on her back with the pad of your thumb.

He nodded. "She's the runt so she'll most likely always be on the smaller side," he told you.

"What do you wanna name her?"

His cheeks lit up. "Me?"

"Yeah. She's gonna be yours too. We'll co-parent. Better yet, we'll just move in together and share her all the time."

Spencer couldn't say he hadn't thought about it. He loved the idea of waking up next to you, the kitten curled up at the foot of the bed.

"Well, what were you thinking?" he asked, scratching at the nape of his neck.

"Hmmm, maybe something similar to Hugo? In honor of him?"

He racked his brain for ideas, but nothing seemed accurate. Harriette? Helena? Some other fancy name that starts with H?

But then, it clicked. All of his PhDs and years of training had finally paid off.

"Well, Hugo means intelligent. We could give her a name that means the same as his name."

The room stayed silent as the both of you thought, though you weren't too familiar with many names that had that meaning.

"Ooh, I got one!" Penelope squealed, a smile overtaking her lips. "Ramona! It means wise!"

"Do I wanna know-" Spencer started.

"Look, I have a lot of free time. I like to look up what our unsubs names mean to know how truly cursed they are."

You both giggled at her explanation before looking back down at the tiny bundle of raven-colored fur in your hands.

"Do you like that name? Ramona?" you cooed, scratching at her chin.

She purred, the first Spencer had heard since they'd picked her up from the breeder.

"I think that's a yes," he smiled.

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Zosan: Look What You Made Me Do Chapter 8

Sanji stirs as he struggles to get up. He was definitely behind schedule judging from the blinding rays of the early morning sun. He jumps up to his feet and heads off to go get a quick shower and then prepare breakfast. Once he was done, he dashes off to the kitchen, only to find Robin and Chopper there helping themselves. "Morning Sanji. We figured that we assist you a bit hence why he have gotten off to a great headstart so far." says Robin.

Sanji gives her a sweet smile. "Thanks Robin. You shouldn't have." he says. Chopper grins. "Yeah but we also need to help out every once in a while. Besides, we are a team right." he says. Sanji nods and joins. "So, what are we preparing this morning?" he asks. "Simple English breakfast." Sanji nods. "Sounds great to me." he says, rolling his sleeves and joining them in the work.

Once they were done, Chopper goes off to call the rest of the crew. Breakfast was a normal affair with the occasional Zoro and Sanji spats no thanks to Zoro's penchant for annoying his boyfriend. Once they were done, Sanji and Chopper clear up the dishes and head off to the kitchen to clean up. "I want to see you smile more often Sanji." says Chopper. "Aww you are so sweet." Sanji, wraps his arms around Chopper and pulls him into a warm hug. "And I want you to be happy and cheerful as well because you are the sweetest guy on Earth." Chopper giggles and nuzzles the cook affectionately.

Once they were done, they head to their respective rooms. On his way to his room, he stops in his tracks as he overhears a conversation between Zoro and Nami. "Wait...so let me get it straight, so Sanji was a different priority?!" Priority? What does she mean? He walks in and listens to more of their conversation."Yeah. It's true. Like look, I love Sanji a lot but at the same time, my loyalties are tearing me apart." Loyalties? What does he mean? "What do you mean by loyalties?" Nami asked. Zoro sighs and says, "Luffy."

"Luffy? Wait...you mean, you loved him and wanteed to use Sanji to make Luffy jealous?! Dude!! That is so fucking sick!! How can you hurt Sanji like that and use him!! You are no different than the very people that hurt him!! Than that Akuma!!" That was when it clicked. Angered by that revelation, Sanji storms out. That shocked both Nami and Zoro. They did not realize that Sanji had been standing there. Zoro immediately gets up and chases after Sanji. "Sanji wait!!"

“JUST FUCKING SAY THAT YOU FUCKING HATE ME AND ALL THAT I FUCKING STAND FOR?! LIKE I AM LESS OF A MAN TO BITCHES LIKE YOU ANYWAYS!! LIKE BITCH IT AINT THAT FUCKING HARD?!! JUST FUCKING ADMIT IT TO MY FACE!! LIKE I UNDERSTAND WHY MOST PEOPLE LOOK DOWN ON ME!! I UNDERSTAND WHY I AM ALWAYS RIDICULED DESPITE MY BEST EFFORTS!!” Zoro was completely stunned by Sanji’s utterance. He has seen Sanji lose his shit multiple times. But this was on a different level.

Truth be told, he has said some shit about Sanji to his face and behind his back. Normally, it would just be some good old rival trolling. But today’s case was different. He went way too far during his conversation with Nami. Sanji sighs, places a cigarette in his mouth, and tries to put on his lighter but for some reason, he can’t. “And you know what? That’s fine.”

The blonde tries to put on a face of bravado but deep down, he was falling. He had always had feelings for Zoro. But today, he now knows where he belongs. Or at least what Zoro truly thinks of him and whom his heart truly belongs to.

“S-Sanji why…..” Zoro knows why but he has to pretend to save face.

Sanji gives him an icy look. “ I heard what you said about me to Nami. Pretty solid points. But nothing matters anymore. Glad that at least I know where I truly belong and that is rock bottom.” With that, he tries to walk away but Zoro grabs his hand.

“Sanji wait…”

Sanji stares at him, his eyes wet with tears. “You have already made your choice. Now it is time to make mine. I would rather be alone without anyone than get my heart broken that way.” He pulls his hand away and walks off. Zoro sighs. Man, he messed up badly.

Once Sanji reaches his home, he begins to scream and cry and starts throwing things and ripping things apart. "Sanji what's wrong?" He whips around to see Luffy standing by the door with a look of concern in his eye. "Get the fuck out Luffy..." he growls at him. "Huh? What do you mean? Like I am here t-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OR DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ENGLISH!! IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT!! ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT YOU STUPID BITCH!! YOU AND THAT USELESS MOSSHEAD!!! I HATE BOTH OF YOU!!! I HATE THE FACT THAT YOU BITCHES ARE LEAGUES ABOVE ME IN MOST AREAS THAT I CAN NEVER CATCH UP!! I HATE THAT HE FUCKING LOVES YOU MORE THAN ME AND ALWAYS DID AND WAS USING ME TO GET TO YOU!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU AND EVERYONE!!" Sanji screams at Luffy and breaks down in tears.

Luffy was surprisingly calm during the whole thing. He walks up to Sanji and gives him a hug. "You do not have to hold onto that pain Sanji. Let it all out. I understand how you feel. You have every right to be mad and jealous. You have every right to feel whatever you feel and to be heard because you were so used to having others to talking down on you and invalidating your feelings."

Sanji just keeps on crying in his Captain's arms. Luffy just gently pats his back and calms him down. "It's okay Sanji." After spending hours crying non-stop, Luffy invites Zoro into the room and sits them both down. Sanji refuses to look him in the eye directly and looks away. Zoro looks down on the floor. "Zoro I understand why you said what you said to Nami but understand this, I am not interested in romance or you. That is not my main priority. Never was. Let me get that clear because you really hurt Sanji. Like you invested a lot into the relationship and you decided to throw that away by being reckless with your emotions."

It was weird seeing Luffy like this as Luffy is usually seen as a reckless, happy-go-lucky cheerful person. This was the rare case where Luffy would be the mature one in the room.

"Good thing Nami figured things out and told me hence why I went to find Sanji before he did something terrible to either himself or you. So Zoro, apologize to Sanji now." Zoro goes over to Sanji and pulls him into a hug. "I am so sorry baby." he says. Sanji pouts and accepts the hug. Luffy smiles satisfied. "Next time you misbehave, Sanji please kick his ass."

"You bet I would." Sanji says with a smirk. "OI!! DO-" Before Zoro knew what was happening, Sanji kciks him hard in the face that he is sent flying out of the room."OWW!!! OI!! CURLY!! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Zoro yells. "That's what you get for fucking with my heart mosshead!!" Next thing everyone knew, the couple began to physically clash again.

"Not again." says Jinbe with a sigh. "Those two." Brook says, shaking his head. The girls giggle.

#sanji #zosan #zoro #one piece

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pinkandpurple360 · 5 months

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Am I the only one who finds it more than a bit incongruous that ep. 7 starts with Fizz claiming that Mammon is still his idol and that he wants to make the Sin proud and not disappoint him and then end the episode with a 2 and a half minute song screaming ‘fuck you, fuck you, you little bitch Mammon, I hope you die’? Like Fizz only acknowledges that he’s scared that losing this gig means losing his boyfriend, not that he’s being overworked and abused and that he hates Mammon now

I agree, it felt like a very big and sudden switch. All about his boyfriend all of a sudden. Maybe you could explain it as him feeling a lot of adrenaline after his talk with Ozzie, so all his pent up resentment came out at once. But his true feelings about Mam must be some place in between these two. Since he was five, this man was the closest he had to a father, one musical number isn’t going to tear that attachment apart permanently. I’ve definitely heard people say they hope their abusive parent dies, but they’re actually still very torn up and confused by it all inside. This takes years and years of work to move past.

And you’re so right, i rolled my eyes hard when Fizz said “I’ll lose you” (Ozzie) like cmon. There’s no reason he wouldn’t be able to keep his work with Ozzie in the lust jurisdiction. We’ve established a parasocial twisted lonely step parent- lonely orphan child relationship, which is very complex and very interesting. It has been going on for years. And Fizz’s childhood best friend who’s known him since they were five (possibly) was right there and they didn’t have one mention of their past?? I would have LOVED if blitzø said he’s always hated those damn fizz bots, because he HAS, and we established that in LooLoo land. That would be better than the stupid damn “you got some kink I should know about?” line Why was he even there?

“Oh well my rich powerful boyfriend loves me and will back me up so I can leave my abusive boss father figure now” hmm. Ok. Maybe everyone with a shitty rich dad should find a rich hot husband to save them then.

Some things about Ozzie, 💙 i love him, he’s my favourite sin by a wide margin, but he’s not perfect he has some hypocritical tendencies (and I’m glad he isn’t perfect, flaws are important)

> so he says “I don’t like” designing toys in Fizzs image. And that he thinks Fizz feels the same. Buuut…he still did that. He still designed them, he still shipped them out, he still made profit off of them. Off of Fizz. Just like Mammon. All while not being sure if Fizz was ok with it. He’s pretty sure, but he doesn’t make sure.

>And I can’t lie it does make me feel weird that almost all of Fizzarolli’s possessions either have Mammons name on them, or Ozzies name on them. They both give him everything and that has to make him feel a small, because what does he have to give back other than all of his love and loyalty? Froggie is very close to fire toad and even though yes Fizz is a cutie pie, that’s because he’s fizz not because he’s an imp. Imps are always called small and tiny by royals and they don’t like that.

>Fizz objectively has more to lose than Ozzie from their relationship getting out. Oz was probably the one who decided it has to be secret, and Fizz was a lot more nervous about it getting out than he was. He was the one being vilified as a gold digger boarding the eternal bachelor to himself. The “I knew it!” Scene really ruined all of that established tension and stakes. And it was kindve a fandom-insert scene.

>In Oops he was the one who suddenly decided they can be affectionate in front of the staff, and he’ll break them if it gets out. And when Fizz jokingly said he hates going outside, Oz says “you won’t have to again” and….this makes Fizz look really, really sad. He actually loved being out of the spotlight for once and he had fun in a weird way, going through all that drama with Blitzø. I remember how he laughed with him. Now I completely understand that Ozzie was terrified and relieved and that’s why he said that. But still. Also, he doesn’t seem to get how Fizz really feels about Blitzø. Which is understandable as well because it’s the most complex and emotional relationship in the show (dethroning stolitz, which is actually very simple-delusions)

> Ozzie protected Fizz, and then he decided he would exclaim his love for Fizz, terrifying Fizz who was very unsure about it. He just kinda made the decision for him. Again. It’s a bit of a bad habit of Ozzies always doing that. This relationship is definitely a bit Crooked and messy indeed. We haven’t even touched on the immortality thing. Does Fizz have to live out the remainder of his life with Oz now? Is it all over? His feeling of independence ?

#helluva boss #mammon #helluva boss critical #discussion #Fizzaroli

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missmewts · 2 years

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Literally I’d love any fic about Kai

xx 💜

Bad Dream, Baby

pairings; pre cult kai anderson, gender neutral reader

rating; pg-13

warnings; nightmares, not proofread, a little rushed (written in like, 20 minutes. sort of a vent fic lols)

kai wasnt the most affectionate person. he never has been. he preferred not to have physical contact. he didnt ask about other peoples feelings because he didnt like talking about his. he shook hands occasionally, gave hugs, asked if they needed to talk about it when he found someone crying. but thats as far as it went. at least until you. you were his first official relationship. you were dark, and somewhat scary. sometimes his heart abused his ribcage at just the thought of seeing you. you wore dark clothes and you used sarcasm and you had resting bitch face. it scared him a little bit. but he loved it.

thats why he never would have expected you to wake him up in a panic, limbs trembling and your face wet.

it started earlier in the day. you had a tough day, and confided in kai. you met him at the door, he grabbed your hand, and walked you past his family and down to the basement.

kai was timid, that much was obvious. you noticed that he was opening up more to you the longer you stayed. you liked that. the two of you laid bundles of blankets on the cold cement floor, and laid down. he wrapped his arms around you, something that was rare for him. he preferred to be the one laying against your chest. but this time, he held you to his.

and it didnt take long for you to drift off. you were absolutely exhausted. it was when you woke up that was the bad part. you jolted with a start; the basement was dark apart from kai’s laptop, which had been left open to hulu. he had rolled over in his sleep, his back facing you.

you didnt want to wake him. you felt bad doing so. you trembled, trying to decide what to do. but the more you thought about it, the more upset you got. it wasnt until you noticed your knees bobbing that you even realized you were shaking. it wasnt until you brushed your hair back out of your face you even realized you were crying. noticing these things made you feel worse. taking a slow breath, like kai always tells you to do, you lean on your elbow and use your other hand to rub his back. he sighed softly in his sleep, his sides tensing and relaxing again. you migrated your hand to his shoulder, where you shook it. it took a minute, but he began turning, grunting softly. it didnt take him long to realize it was you, or to realize that you were upset. he laid on his back, and extended his arm.

on instict, you scooted across the blanket, curling up in his side. neither of you said anything. the beating of his heart soothed you. you used it to steady your breathing for every three beats, you would take a deep breath.

“wanna talk about it?” he murmured softly, but to you, it felt like he was screaming. his chest vibrated underneath your ear. your hand trailed his stomach. “no.”

kai’s hand found your back, rubbing slow circles into it. “thats okay. we dont have to.” he let a few moments pass. “can you tell me what happened? i gotta know so i know how to help you.”

you sighed softly, working up the courage to speak. you tested your trembling voice, starting with “i just,” then clearing your throat and starting stronger, so your voice didnt falter. “just a bad dream.”

you could hear kai nod against the pillow. “thats okay, baby.” the stability you granted yourself shattered under the validation, your lip trembling and the tears you fought to bay flooded past the gates. “sorry.” you whispered.

you could hear him shaking his head. “not at all, dont be sorry. im glad you woke me up.”

you found safety in the volume he spoke at, despite your whispering. you brought your leg up, placing it on his thigh and curling your calf behind his knee. his hand sat in your hair, scratching your scalp softly.

after a few minutes, he spoke again. “im glad you woke me. im always gonna be here. im not gonna let anything get you. okay? im here.” you nodded against his chest, and began synchronizing your breathing with his. and with the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest, you drifted back off.

#ahs cult #ahs fanfiction #kai anderson #ahs #kai anderson fluff #kai anderson x reader #kai x reader #pre cult kai

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chocoenvy · 2 years

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Okay but idea for SAGAU:

Showing the alcolytes Monopoly.

YOU LIVE FOR CHAOS DON'T YOU

okay but if you were to make monopoly in teyvat ningguang would eat that shit UP. Dominates the board, she plays this game like it's a fucking matching game.

She gets so good you ban her from playing.

THIS WILL TEAR NATIONS APART. START THE SECOND ARCHON WAR, ZHONGLI WILL COME OUT OF RETIREMENT SO HE CAN LAY THE HYDRO ARCHON'S ASS BC YOU KNOW DAMN WELL SHE'LL BE A BITCH DURING THE GAME (affectionate ofc)

dont get me started on hu tao and yanfei (cause i know you love them)

yanfei is actually good at the game, she has a calculator out for some reason and she's writing all of her payments down. Def has an "OBJECTION" moment. Hu tao has no idea wtf she's doing so she's been pretending she's five steps ahead of everybody and if someone calls out her bluff she just eats the fucking pieces when they're not looking

Yanfei noticed and decided not to say anything. For her sanity.

Ningguang, Yelan, Zhongli, Yae Miko, and Albedo playing this game making it 5d chess. They're so sophisticated about it too. Their tones even and calm, even though they're words are like they're about to tear each other's throats out.

Shenhe literally would murder someone so she just watches.

Xingqiu dominates the other Liyue teens. The first time they all played they made bets. Never again. Hu Tao said "I bet my left kidney on this game!" in a joking way... luckily Xingqiu had mercy and she only had to give up someone ELSE'S kidney/j (or is it)

anyways i'll shut up this took me too long to answer I just liked the thought but was too tired to fully answer it when i first got it. And then i forgot about it 🤡

#choco.asks #*~frequent customer #living up to your user with this ask frfr #diluc and kaeya playing the game together would be so fun :]#okay listen i've been simping for men a lot more now bc of a certain acc that draws diluc a lot more handsome than his art #THE BABY FACE IS NOT IT OKAY?#i haven't simped in a while if i were to tell yall how i felt about the eimiko bday art would you guys be dissapointed 🤡?#anyways thoma is baby + kaeya's hands #am i about to go into a deep dive on DCKZ and 4nemo/5wirl?#....maybe #okay i'll shut up kaeya is cryo yae xingqiu is hydro yae welcome to my ted talk-

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 1 year

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some small pieces of au writing I did on the Reddit! c!prime horror stuff under the read more if ur not in the mood for that

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“You named him Henry?”

Tommy pouted, throwing his arms around the feathered, massive beast that had taken up the majority of his yard. “Well, he looks like a Henry, doesn’t he? And he needs a name. Don’t be a bitch, Tubbo.”

“That’s a dragon.”

“Duh. I have eyes.”

“Tommy, that’s an adult dragon! A wild one, too.” Tubbo rubbed at the base on his horns, anxiously. “You know you can’t tame them when they’ve been wild that long. Just go get a baby like a normal person, or you’ll get eaten.”

Henry affectionately butted his head against Tommy. “Well, he seems to like me just fine. I think it’s a skill issue,” Tommy said flippantly, childishly sticking out his tongue.

—

The night was cool, and soft rains mixed with the dirt outside to make a peculiar smell. It still brought back unpleasant memories, but Tommy could rinse them from his mind easier now. He still had to change the bird feed, and check the cows, and plant some of the seeds on his new plot of land. Always having something to do, Puffy said, could help keep his mind off of things. It had been- Prime, eight years or so since he last saw her, it must have been, but her advice still rang true.

The wheat-field shone golden, the moon bright tonight. Tommy didn’t have the slightest cut of gold to his name here, but the wheat was a close enough substitute he could wake every day with a smile. His back ached and his hands were rough with bruises, but they were from something he loved, and not someone who he thought loved him. The pain was nothing, really.

And even if at night he slept with a sword close to his chest, this was coping, right? He was coping. He might not know where he was, but he knew he was safe on Big Man Ranch. The cows were soft and the chickens bit his fingers and the apples tasted slightly like dirt and every day a visitor came by.

Tommy imagined this must be what heaven was like. —

The first breaths of freedom Tommy took were of soot and ash.

For the first time, he silently thanked the world he wasn’t human, rubbing his exposed wiring absently, before breaking out into a run through neon streets, hiding under awnings and in corners to avoid the rain. His outer coating was waterproof- well enough he could swim, he saw it stated on the cheerful advertisements for companion ‘bots he spent too long looking at whenever he crossed them. He wasn’t exactly sure where anyone in this hellish maze of apartment buildings and factories would keep a pool of water, corrugated shacks housing sleeping people along the way far too common. Who could even afford him? The advertisements felt more like some sick joke for people living like this.

Or, hell, maybe the idea of owning a ‘bot kept them going through their miserable lives. He saw the dead eyed stare of everyone he passed, too busy doing something or other, work probably, to even take a good glance at his face. If anyone realised he was a T0M-3 out on the streets without an owner, he'd have been shut down and sent back to that gilded cage of a penthouse in seconds.

That was a second thing he never expected to thank the world for. Capitalism.

—

Tommy growled at the masked man, glancing up at him and staring daggers through him. “I'm not fighting in that fucking ring like a dog, you hear me?”

A painful, ringing sensation throbbed through the heavy steel of his collar, and vaguely, Tommy recognised the stench of magic before it glowed a bright green and agony flowed through him, leaving him shaking like a leaf. He bit his tongue, trying to prevent that bastard from hearing the satisfaction of him screaming, but he couldn’t stop the tears leaking out of his eyes.”

“I spent a lot of money on you, princeling,” the fucking bastard prick said, sounding almost bored, “and if you’re not going to pull your worth I might as well have you executed here and now. And I promise, it won’t be quick. Stop acting like a baby.”

“W-what, and die fighting fucking tooth and nail for your amusement?”

“I'd be a terrible investor if I let someone like you die, y’know. Stop acting like a little kid. I tried to be nice, don't make me regret that.” The threat in those last words made Tommy shudder. He knew stories of the mages overseas, the horrors they could inflict. He was determined, not stupid, and only marginally suicidal.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“C'mon, kid, no need to be so formal! Don’t think of me like an owner, more like… I’m taking care of you!” Patronisingly, the masked dickhead pet his head like he was a fucking dog. “Just Dream is fine, Tommy.” —

Tommy paced the walls of the cell, eyes darting back and forth, seemingly lost in his own head. It was far more comfortable than originally designed, Dream noticed idly- a fluffy rug placed hap-hazardly onto the obsidian floor, blankets piled onto the bed, stuffed toys that seemed to be years old, an old television and console against the wall. Sam really had gone soft, he supposed.

“Tommy?” He kept his voice gentle, soft. More to see how he reacted, if anything. He was curious.

Tommy turned to him, blue eyes wild and hair as unkempt as always, and beamed. “You came to visit! I knew you would, I knew someone would. I mean, you didn’t - you were just trying to help me, you wouldn’t get me locked up on purpose, you just wanted to help.” He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than anyone else.

It was impressive how naïve he still managed to be. The boy-king of the SMP, one would have thought that rulership would have hardened him, but it just turned him into an anxious shell. Not that Dream was complaining- he'd been able to control him like a puppet, and get him locked away once he was no longer necessary, and then the world was his.

But he did care for the boy, in his own way. Anyone else who destroyed L'Manberg- his first ticket to power, though to be sentimental he'd call it Wilbur's legacy or something- would be in a pine box at this point, but Dream couldn’t deny he appreciated the desperate devotion he got from the alleged leader, hanging onto his every word, desperate for a friend.

If he was to admit one thing to himself, it’d be that Tommy was really his only friend too.

—

Dream was a good patriarch.

Everyone always smiled when he was around, and talked cheerfully about how happy they were now. (He studiously avoided the wandering eyes, the slight strain to their grins. It wasn’t ignorance if you pretended.) He had everyone assigned to the jobs they loved and were best at, and gave them a warm place to sleep. (He avoided the sobbing when he walked past their rooms at night, how he had to lock and double lock them and still had to paint over scratch marks on the doors).

Life wasn't all work, of course though. He organised fun activities for his people, games and festivals, gave ample gifts, free time, everything someone would want. (And the walls keeping them in loomed large, and those who got too close… well, he had to give them a reboot.) He spent hours talking to his subjects- his siblings, and they never had a bad word to say about anything. (And the few times they got too close, he made sure to punish them.)

(And, sure, maybe Tommy still screamed and shouted and begged and cried, but that was Tommy.He just wanted something to be upset about, and he just wanted attention. And the reason Dream always kept close watch over him, never left him leave his side, was discipline, and not loneliness. He didn’t feel dissatisfied with fake praise and forced smiles. He didn’t.)

He had his big happy family. (At least, he could pretend he did.) —

“Oi, don’t pull at my halo, dickhead, that hurts!”

The boy pulled away from Dream's claws, whimpering, but the slack of the chains barely allowed him to move an inch. He tried to pull his wings over himself protectively, straining at the restraints hard enough that droplets of ichor leaked from the wounds that formed.

“Now, what am I going to do with you?” Dream hummed, ignoring the defiance of the child- good, that was a good sign. He'd Fall soon enough if he kept that up, and there was always a need for more pawns. On the other hand, just imagine the respect he'd get for keeping a proper angel bound in chains, and it’s not like the heavens would even care enough to take back such a young one.

Decisions, decisions.

“Fuck off! Fuck you! I'm- Wilbur is looking for me, bitch! And he'll smite the shit out of you, just you wait!”

“I'm sure he will, kid,” Dream said with a smirk, before pulling hard at one of Tommy's chains, shutting up his whining with the sudden pain. “But since it seems like you'll be here a while longer, are you going to tell me your name or not.”

“Haven’t earned one yet, prick,” he huffed. “But you can call me Tommy. Everyone else does.”

Tommy. Hmm, that definitely suited his strange captive. He just looked like a Tommy.

This was going to be fun. —

Tommy had lived his life on the seas as long as he could remember. The feeling of grass beneath his feet was foreign, a pistol between his fingers like breathing. Yet, he'd never met anything as terrifying as Captain Dream.

He'd thought it a legend- a ghostly-green ship sailing the stormy seas with a captain with a mask for a face- but if it was a dream, he sure as fuck had slept long enough Quackity would have had him keelhauled by now. Or at the very least mildly drowned. He could feel the weight of the eyes of the masked man from behind the simple, wooden mask, carved with a simple smile. He wasn’t sure why him, of all captives, or if that was good, but it petrified the shit out of him.

“That’s the one from Quackity's crew, you say?” His voice is mild, curious. Almost kind.

“Y-yes, sir-“

“I'll be keeping that one, then. They'll want him back, if he’s of any use, and I can use that. Throw the rest overboard. They’re useless.”

Tommy gaped in horror at the idea of his fellow captives all dying just like that. Not all of them were even fellow pirates- some were just civilians in the wrong place at the wrong time. “You-you can’t just do that!” he said, shocked.

Dream laughed. “You better learn quickly you can’t tell me what to do, boy, or you'll be a corpse by the time your precious Captain comes knocking.”

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braxiatel · 1 year

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I've been reading your equinox au and just JUST it never fails to make me crazy insane i think about it all the time!!! The way you write just guts me in the best possible way im left REELING and im aodnwkms??? U get it???????

Grian and scar are a mess and i am proud to announce that scar has never done anything wrong in his life (lie) and i love that for him. Cub made go "tear that bitch apart!!" when i read further yet to fall. Mumbo is dragged into god politics and i pray for his sanity but id willingly do the same for your scar. Eyes wide open even

Cheating stories are never really my jam but this??? The DRAMA the INTRIGUE the WORLD BUILDING the ACTUAL TO HONEST LOVE THATS SO FUCKING COMPLICATED BUT THATS HOW IT IS SOMETIMES?????? i am hooked like a bad telenovela but this time its actually not bad its fantastic really and i am left wanting more and i will always always cheer on scar bc frankly he deserves it. He is assigned as 'the one lead i could never hate even if i tried to' in this messy complicated and just talk to each other jfc relationship

Anyway thank u for creating equinox i am biting my nails i am walking in circles i am absolutely invested in this. Your world building makes me go mwah mwah mwah i will forever rotate it in my head like a rotisserie chicken kind of beat and i hate (affectionate) redstone in game bc it makes my head hurt but damn i love how you write it. The missing sun god is something that is bouncing inside my head and i dont know how to articulate it but it makes me go 'eyes emoji' yknow??? I am deeply in love enamored with ur storytelling and i will continue saying that with my whole chest

Anon?? 🥺🥺 Aaah this whole ask. You're so kind.

They really, really are a mess, aren't they? Much of the fun of writing it is sitting here going "come on. come on just talk to each other. You can do it." but because they are Scar and Grian about it they just... don't do that. So I have to be like "alright [throws plot in their direction] how about now, huh? No? More plot? I'm gonna keep piling misfortune on you until you talk, you know that, right?"

That said you are so, so right Scar never did anything wrong ever (lying, also).

Equinox Cub 🤝 Equinox Doc: wanting the neighbours to sort out their bs. They should form a union, even. They could probably get [redacted] to join too.

Anon, you are either gonna love or hate the next main story because Scar... well, he's making some Choices in the next one, is how I'll put it.

As for the sun god thing, there is some more information about that on the horizon too.

Also anon you have found my weakness, which is world-building. It is one of my absolute favourite parts of storytelling, so your complimenting mine means a lot <3 Emotions are being felt.

And thank you for wanting to read my fic, and for speculating about it <3 I am honestly a little overwhelmed (/pos) by the attention my Hermitcraft/life series fic is getting, everyone has just been incredibly kind.

(also in the name of redstone suffering solidarity, here is a picture of my lil Minecraft guy in front of the copper farm I recently spent Too Long building. I know you can't see half of their face, but I feel like the expression on the mask almost conveys my suffering better than any facial expression could have.)

#ask #equinox au #writing #also if any dw eu friends happen to click through the read more and sees my minecraft skin #yes that is why i am wearing a skull mask

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Bloody Ann: Chapter 4

(CW: Violence, Smut, Torture)

If I were to compare the situation I was in right now, I'd say it was very similar to a medieval court.

We had our Queen, Anastasia I of House Rayne, sitting in her throne (an executive level office chair) attending to her supplicant peasants. We had an interminable row of people entering the HQ asking for a myriad of things to be done for City 43. Queen Anastasia heard all of them patiently, while I, the royal scribe, annotated diligently.

Now, the thing was, Ann was quite affectionate with me. Petting my head and stroking my back very frequently as I tried to work. And of course, everyone saw it. I could hear them whispering to each other, and oh I could see the tabloids speculating already.

I desperately needed something interesting to happen. Three hours of hearing supplicants. God someone put me out of my misery.

And then something interesting happened.

This woman climbed up Ann's desk. She was tall and buff, probably a construction worker, with a black pixie cut. There was she looked at me with pity, and disdain. And she looked at Ann defiantly.

"Leave us alone Rayne!" She proclaimed "we're not scared of you!"

If Anastasia was bored, if somehow the endless stream of supplicants had crushed her spirit a bit, that feeling dissipated immediately. She laughed. Loudly, mockingly.

"And who are you to make demands to me, speck?" She asked, wiping a small tear from the corner of her eye amidst the laughter.

Yeah, who the hell did she think she was?

"Does it matter bitch?" The woman replied defiantly. "Do you think I will give you the pleasure of entertaining your sick mind!?"

"You're already entertaining me sweetheart, that's for sure" Ann said, resting her head on her lowered arms to be almost at eye level with the woman. Then she… began sniffing around her.

The woman still stood defiantly, but I could see her closing her eyes as Ann got closer and closer.

"You… smell funny, speck" Ann said, almost as a whisper. I was captivated by the scene. I needed to know where this was going.

Oh god, did I…

Did I want to see Ann doing something horrible?

Holy shit I did. The fucked up shit she does… It's hot.

OK OK I will confess. I've spent every free hour since we slept together looking at her social media posts… and broadcasts of her delivering the Director’s justice.

I will confess that thing she did with the gang leaders, well it was true, she did deep fry then alive. She looked gorgeous doing it. As gorgeous as she looked intimidating this random woman.

Ok that's enough of me daydreaming about her, back to the show.

"I don't know what you're talking about" said the woman to Ann's comment.

"Yes. You. Do." Said Ann. "Otherwise you wouldn't have said that. What are you hiding? Do I need to pick you apart to find it?"

Did she mean that literally? Oh please do.

"I will not say anything to you, tyrant!" Screamed the woman.

"Oh, you will" whispered Ann. And immediately her open palm came crashing down like if slamming a bug. The woman screamed. Ann most probably broke some of her bones.

And then, she pulled something out of a drawer, a strange device consisting of a needle and a screen. She injected it, uncharacteristically carefully, on the woman's back. The device turned on, and numbers, symbols and data started appearing on its screen.

"Ohhhh, so that was the smell, little one…" Ann said, tasting every word like some sort of candy. "Pounds of pills filled with poison inside you".

The woman started sweating profusely.

"You didn't ingest them, of course… you're packing enough to kill a normal sized person" Ann said "If I had to take a guess…"

Anastasia grabbed the woman with the same hand that had restrained her, and lifted her up. With her other hand's sharp nails, she cut through the woman's vest. Revealing a huge, recently stitched scar on her abdomen.

Ann laughed again, longer, genuinely amused. "Oh dear… did you really think I was going to fall for it?" She asked.

The woman was silent, Ann smashed her down on the table again. Her mood radically changed from amused to outraged.

"DID YOU REALLY THINK ANASTASIA FREDERICA RAYNE WOULD FALL FOR THAT!?" She screamed.

Oh please scream like that more often.

The supplicants on the row backed, the woman screamed in pain and I didn't move an inch. I wanted to see. I wanted to see whatever punishment awaited this random woman.

"You walked here, trying to bait me into eating you, so you could get all that poison inside my belly did you?" Ann said, with a grin. Her mood returning to amusement.

"We… ughhh" tried to say the woman, amidst her pain. "We…"

"Ugh, you're in a pathetic state" said Ann with disdain. "Lilibeth!"

She called to me!

"My lady!" I said, standing up. It's true we were on a first name basis already, but I had to keep appearances even if Ann wasn't going to. Also, she's still my hierarchical superior here. "What do you need?"

"Call the doc, make them extract the poison out of this bitch and then send her to our quarters for interrogation, I want to handle this personally"

Our quarters!

Anastasia sighed and sat down, still clutching the now desperate woman in her hands until the medical team arrived on a drone and sedated her. She took a glance at me during that ordeal. I could only respond with a look.

A look that said: I'm going to watch my giant girlfriend rip you apart.

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Believe it or not, we attended supplicants for two more hours. Nothing stopped the wheels of government, not even a lousy assassination attempt. When Ann announced that petitions to the authority will resume tomorrow, there was still a long line in waiting.

Anastasia picked me up and raised me to her shoulder, where I sat comfortably. Interaction with normal sized people is always a thrill, no matter how mundane, but this was another level. The Director already carried me sometimes from place to place but never on her shoulders. It felt like riding a moving skyscraper. A walking castle.

"What did you think of that, Lilibeth?" She asked, turning her head to me.

"Attempted magnicide is a serious thing" I replied.

"It is… I fear little Lydia has left our City infested not with simple rioters, but an actual rebel organisation"

"An entire organisation?" I asked.

"A capsule of the things the docs found inside her would have killed you. They found enough to kill me. Someone supplied her".

"Do we have any suspects?"

"Oh, that's what we're going to find out, my pet" she said, smiling gleefully as she entered our room in the HQ.

There, she awaited us.

The woman was trapped inside a transparent jar on the kitchen's table. Ann gleefully sat down at the counter, me still on her shoulder, and opened the jar, letting the woman fall down on her back.

"So the docs got you all prepped for me!" Ann said cheerfully "they even got your whole info via your biometric registers"

The woman was still defiant. Although shaken.

"It says here your name is Mia Brown. 32, a healthy 3 inch and a half…" the woman scoffed at the mention of her height. "From a middle class family, school dropout, suspected of radical thought, now construction worker for the Rayne Public Works Consortium"

Mia stood up. "I'm not saying anything".

"You won't, but Lisa will" Ann said.

That made Mia freeze.

"Ohhhh, yes, I know about her" Ann said. "In fact, give me a sec…" she shoved Mia back in the jar and set me down on the counter.

She then planted a soft kiss in my head and said "take care of Mia while I'm gone, alright Lilibeth"

"I… will!" I replied a little surprised by the kiss.

"That's a good girl! I'll be back in half an hour, if my calculations are correct"

Ann left me in the table and left the room. As soon as she did, Mia tried breaking the glass with the weight of her body. And looked at me with some eyes injected in blood.

"You monster! DON'T TOUCH LISA!" She screamed at me.

"Hey, I don't know who this Lisa person is, keep quiet" I said.

"Don't tell me to keep quiet you pet!" She barked.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" I said, somewhat arrogantly I must admit.

"You're nothing to them. Amusement, at best. They don't see you as human and yet there you are, playing along their stupid god fantasy" she said "They literally stomp over the human spirit and you gladly offer your face to the boot and thank them for it"

I'm not gonna lie, I would let Ann hover her boots above me.

"And yet, from my point of view, I live a happy life, while you're in a jar" I said.

"And you aren't?" She replied.

I didn't reply. I stood there for ten minutes without looking nor talking to Mia. Was it true? Did I lack any agency in this relationship?

Then Ann came back, holding a brunette girl firmly in her hand. Mia's eyes let tears drop, as she whispered a simple "no…"

"Well well well… I thought you two had broken up" Ann said. "Or at least that's what little Lisa barked at the enforcers that took her, I heard she put on quite a fight and she cursed like a sailor, I wonder why she's been so quiet since I picked her up at the helipad then…"

"Please… please don't do anything to her…" Mia said, almost whimpering.

Ann sat back and, same as with Mia before, slammed Lisa on the table with the palm of her hand. The brunette screamed in pain. I sat down on the floor (Well, the kitchen's table actually) and watched the spectacle.

"Listen to me, Mia" Ann said "you're gonna tell me about your rebel friends or you'll have to watch your cute little girlfriend's limbs break one bone at a time"

"I… I…." Suttered Mia.

Ann's finger came for Lisa's left arm. She started pulling, slowly. I heard her muscles stretching. I heard Lisa begging. And I heard Mia screaming a name.

"THE GENERAL!" she yelled "THE GENERAL SENT ME!"

"Tch, tch, well, whoever this General person is, they should have sent a suicide agent with no loose ends" Ann said. "Tell me about them Mia, now"

"She operates on sector T9…" Mia said, defeated. "I've… only seen her once, when she thanked me for my bravery"

"Quite an interesting friend you had there… what organisation she runs, huh?"

"The Torchbearers" Mia said, amidst a whimper.

"Oh, interesting, I thought they'd been disbanded…" Ann said. "Is that all?"

"It's all I know I swear! I'm just a footsoldier, I now nothing about the upper command I swear!"

"I believe you" said Ann. "And therefore, you're of no use to me, neither is your little girlfriend"

Ann picked Mia and Lisa up, and held them in her clutches. She took a moment to appreciate the pair. I had no possible means of understanding the purpose of it. Was it pity? Disdain? Disgust?

She left them both on the floor. Near her right foot. I peeked out from the table to see what was happening.

Mia and Lisa were hugging and crying, apologising to each other. Mia kept telling Lisa that everything was going to be ok. But I looked at Ann and knew that wasn't going to be the case by a longshot.

But just as her foot was about to go down on the couple, I yelled.

"ANN WAIT!"

"Huh? Lilibeth?" She said, turning to me.

"I know attempted magnicide and association with a terrorist are two things that deserve death… but I beg you, don't crush them"

"And why shouldn't I, my dear?" She asked, genuinely curious.

I confess I was acting just on sympathy for the couple. I didn't know a reason for Ann to spare them. I had to act quick.

"Mia was ready to die anyway" I improvised. "Killing her is no true punishment.

"I see…" Ann said, biting her thumb, thinking.

"And Lisa, didn't directly threaten you, killing her will be unsatisfying!" I bluffed.

"I… suppose you're right Lilibeth"

Holy shit. Did it work?

"I suggest" I continued "that Mia should attone by living the rest of her life in your service. If she was so ready to die to see you gone, a life under your shadow will be poetic justice!"

"That's actually a great idea Lilibeth!" Ann said, with an ear to ear smile.

"As for Lisa, she wanted to cut off ties with Mia, if we believe her, and she used that as a defense… so as punishment… she should remain the rest of her life with Mia, a slave of your needs too!"

"You're getting pretty good at this pet! You make this young woman proud!" Ann said.

She slammed her foot on the floor, barely millimetres away from the couple and said:

"Listen up you lovebirds! My dear Lilibeth thinks killing you would be a waste of two healthy slaves, so I'm keeping you here. You will spend the rest of your lives at my service, you will answer first to me and second to my pet! And you will thank her every day for the rest of your sad, pathetic lives that you're alive because of her intervention alone" she proclaimed. "Now kiss my fucking shoe while you thank me for being so nice to you two! That's an order!"

Lisa scurried away to Ann's shoe, I've never seen anyone so relieved and terrified at the same time. She thanked, and spilled almost an epic poem in praise of her new owner. Mia too, went and kissed that giant shoe, she thanked Ann, but every word coming from her mouth was like I was seeing her vomiting her soul.

"Good job little ones!" Ann said. "And great idea my pet!"

I couldn't believe it. I actually influenced her mind. I was of actual value to her. I was a partner.

Her index finger came to pat me. I let it, of course, but as soon as Ann began to pull it away I grabbed it, pulled it down and hugged it. Of course I didn't have the strength to pull it down, she just let me. I was now rubbing myself against her digit.

She looked down at me, blushing.

I looked up. She was biting her lips. I was sweating. Shaking even. And then I dropped the bomb.

"Let's fuck, let your slaves watch"

Anastasia Frederica Rayne, the most powerful woman on Earth besides the Director, let out a long moan.

"I love you, Elizabeth" she said, and carried the three of us to our bed.

#g/t art #g/t community #g/t story #g/t writing #giant/tiny #g/t related #size difference

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Best Friends Forever

Summary: Your best friend finally has you back after all these years, tied up on his bed and ready to learn your lesson.

Tw: nsfw, non-con, slight mention of blood, threats, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk, cursing, infantilization, possessive behavior, patronizing behavior, overuse of petnames, slight dom vibezz

You knew your boyfriend was a lost cause, an addict so gone he would have done anything for a fix, but you never expected him to stoop so fucking low.

You had woken up in a suspiciously familiar place, laying on sheets oh so soft, puffy and white you simply couldn’t mistake the bed you were on. The walls were painted in black and blue, a combination so deeply engraved in your mind you couldn’t shake off the feeling you weren’t trully conscious, but dreaming of a happy yet distant memory of the past. It took you less than a second to realize you were in his room - the one where you had spent so many joyfull sleepless nights back in your youth. The relief was short - lived, though, because the moment you tried to move around, you became aware of the tight rope keeping your sore limbs tied to the wooden bed frame. After a while of twisting and thrashing around while screaming at the top of your lungs for help you finally heard the door open. You hoped you would at last be able to go home now, still desperate to believe this was merely a prank, a way for your junkie of a boyfriend to scare you into giving him money.

“There is no use trying to escape the bonds, my little love.” His voice emited through the small room, low, smooth as butter and softer than ever. You tried to lift your head and catch a glipse of the person talking, just to make sure you weren’t imagining things or going insane. And there he was in all his glory, the boy, no, the man you knew well looking so different from how you remembered him, but still it felt impossible not to see the many similarities - from the unruly dark curls to the warm gray eyes that used to be your only guide during times of misery and pain. This was none other than your childhood best friend and you had absolutely no idea why you were tied to his bed. “Oliver, why on earth am I here?” You asked as soon as the initial shock had worn off, completely forgetting to address the weird petname the student had called you.

He smirked slightly before crossing the distance keeping him away from you, and carefully sat down by your left side. He reached out to stroke your cheek in an affectionate way, his fingers lingering for a moment too long for it to be considered a mere platonic gesture. You tried to turn your head away from the warm touch since it made you feel uncomfortable and left you with so many new questions. “I missed you so much, precious.” Oliver took a deep breath and smiled at you, gently moving your jawline so you had no choice but to face him once again. “I was so happy when that disgusting piece of shit you call a boyfriend offered you to me.” The man bent to your shoulder-level and whispered in your ear, his tone so full of sick satisfaction you could swear there was honey dripping from his mouth. “I paid a lot of money to have you back, sweetheart.” He licked his lips in an obscene, suggestive way and you had to supress the sudden urge to vomit as you finally remembered exaclty why you had stopped contacting your best friend once you had started college. The boy used to be clingy, obsessive even, but you could have never guessed it was that bad.

“Oliver, please untie me, you are scaring me.” You pleaded in a tiny voice, hoping to summon what was left of the goodness he had tucked away deep in his heart. In response the male only chuckled and shook his head as he placed a small kiss against your neck, causing you to shiver in discomfort and disgust while you were mentally debating whether you wanted to kill him or your ex boyfriend first. Soon your spiteful thoughts were replaced by panic when your captor brought his hand to your t-shirt and started unclasping the small buttons one by one. You couldn’t help but turn red from embarassment the moment you felt your nipples harden under his palm and you became painfully aware you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. Your former friend had your tender breasts exposed to the cold air in a matter of seconds, his terrible fingers already pinching and pulling at the erect tips. “You have such pretty tits, darling.” He said huskily while squeezing your boobs, licking and biting the stretched skin. You hissed in pain and squirmed in a desperate attempt to move away but the rope was holding you in place, tightening around your sore injured wrists even more.

“I have wanted you for so long, angel.” The student admitted quietly, his stormy eyes fixed on yours, his stare so intense it could burn a hole through you. “Tonight I will make you mine.” Oliver declared with a clear sense of confidence and claimed your lips in a quick rough manner, muffling your pitiful whimpers like a man starved and hungry for flesh. The forced kiss and his deranged words made your stomach turn but something in his longing gaze told you there was a lot more in store. The guess, much to your horror, was soon confirmed when the dark - haired male reached down between your parted legs and easily slipped your panties down to your ankles. With your last bit of protection gone you felt awfully vulnerable, literally naked in front of the beast too keen on the past to see how much he was hurting you right now, in the present. You wanted to scream the second his fat grabby fingers pried your folds open, but choking on your desperate sobs proved easier at that moment.

“Aww, don’t cry, angel.” Oliver growled playfully and slid his index into your tight entrance, quickly adding a second one before you had the time to adjust properly. “I have to prepare you, baby, otherwise my cock may just tear you apart.” He remarked in low sickening voice, the excuse too crude and vulgar to be an act of caring. You whined as your walls clenched down tight now that there were three fingers stretching your hole, and you berely managed to utter “too full” before your friend pulled you for a deep kiss again, his tongue devouring your mouth, leaving you breathless and queit while sucking in the sweet pained moans. “You can take it, babygirl.” The man groaned against your swollen red lips and grabbed your hips in a strong hold - you were sure there would be purple bruises there tomorrow.

Eventually, after half an hour of pushing his fingers in and out of your channel, lapping at your neck and leaving wet love marks all over your collarbone, the student was satisfied with his work. He had turned you into a whimpering mess and was ready to thoroughly enjoy the fruits of his labor, whether you liked it or not. “I am going to put it in now, precious.” Oliver pecked you on the cheek just to lick the salty trace of tears off your puffy skin. “I will force my whole length in your perfect little pussy.” Your captor bit your sensitive earlobe and you broke down in tears like a kid, the threat ringing in your ears like the gospel. “This might hurt a bit so I advise you to stay still and relax, baby.” The way the man continued casually, almost cheerfully, as if he wasn’t about to brutally rape you, made your skin crawl, but there was nothing you could do. You were all tied up, powerless to stop him. Suddenly, without any warning, his hard thick member entered you, piercing pain spreading through your whole body. The student panted in pleasure as soon as he thrust his manhood into your heat, the way it sucked him in leaving him high and blissful. You let a few miserable whimpers, the ache too much to bear, his moves too harsh, sudden and deep.

“Don’t give me such a-agh tormented expression, my love.” Oliver quickly shushed you by putting his hand over your mouth and pressing down to prevent any noise that might have escaped. His gaze was lustful, insane, but also loving in a twisted, perverse way. “Fuck, I love you so much.” He muttered, his voice gentle for a split second before going back to being taunting and mocking. “I used to be so angry each and every time you dated another guy, another asshole who was only after your body.” The man was rambling now, his face turning red at his own vicious thoughts, his growing anger reflecting in his cloudy pupils and his painful thrusts. “You always chose them over me like a stupid little bitch ...” He whispered dangerously and lifted your body towards his own so you could take his hits even deeper, so deep that you could feel the tip of his member kissing your cervix. “Well, now you don’t have a choice, angel. I have claimed you and I will keep you here forever.” You were crying out in agony, your pussy clamping down around the enormous length slapping again and again against your core. It burned so bad you wished you could dissapear somewhere far away just so you could have a moment of relief. “Oh, sweetheart, I know it hurts, but it’s almost over, you can take it for me, right?” The male cooed at you, switching back to that disgusting, infantilizing baby voice you had already grown to despise. When you failed to respond he gripped your throat, squeezing so tightly blood rushed to your cheeks and you inhaled sharply though your mouth only to feel the suffocation cut your breath short. “Answer me.” He barked through gritted teeth and you nodded frantically, desperate to gasp for air and cling onto dear life.

“Good girl.” Your former friend purred, pleased with your obedience, and let go of your neck, grabbing your hips instead. You coughed and drooled pathetically until you managed to resume your breathing, but the man, still buried deep inside you, seemed too caught up in chasing his own pleasure to notice how badly he had hurt you. Fortunately for you Oliver was really close, that much was obvious by his furious shoves at your abused cervix and his low growls each time he lowered his head to kiss you. Soon he came with a loud moan, painting your walls white, your ruined hole dripping with his seed and your blood.

Your captor seemed satisfied afterwards, peaceful in a way - there was a small smile adorining his cold lips as he wiped the tears off your face and squished your bruised body against his strong frame in a tight hug. You bit your tongue to stop the tears from overflowing once again, but to no avail. He let you sob in his arms until there wasn’t liquid left in your red, puffy eyes.

“You did very well, my love. I am really proud of you.” Oliver kissed your temple gently, resisting the temptation to graze you all over again with his lips, tongue and fingers. “I will help you clean up, then I will fix you some nice dinner.” He murmured in your ear, tickling the heirs on the back of your neck with his warm breath. “Doesn’t this sound good, baby?”

You closed your eyes and nodded slowly.

#yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere smut #male yandere #yandere oneshot #yandere oc #yandere male x reader #yandere oc x reader #yancore #male yandere x you

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